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      It wasn't often he came to this place, the world called Ord Mantell. Not because it's cordinates had been lost to time and space, it was located in the Mid Rim of the galaxy, not a long journey by any means. The world had hosted a number of criminal elements in the past and still did to this very day, but they no longer ruled the planet or it's moons as they had in times forgotten. A more powerful darker force had since claimed it as their own ruling it with an iron grip that refused to slip for a moment, that of the powerful Sith Rama Sha. Even when he himself did not dispatch his own rule then other members of the Sha family stepped in to dispense their own particular brand of "order". The inhabitants had long ago learned to step in line or die, compared to random lawlessness of other worlds it might even be a somewhat comfortable life, as long as you knew your place and acted accordingly.

      Lynch's craft named The Peacemaker parted through the pink clouds as he made planetfall revealing the numerous mountain ranges that dotted the planets surface. Those mountains he knew held various secret locations formerly used by some of the criminal
      and law abuilding alike. Paths safe and dangerous snaked them allowing the knowledable to move about relatlively freely, the hidden locals was one reason pacifing the planet could be a tedious affair, only the locals and some times only wanderers
      knew of places where one might get some respite from their enemies. A beep turned his thoughts of how much time it would take to siege such a world to the fact his craft had connected to the Ord Mantell City Port Authority, the codes transmitted
      immediately caused his craft to bank as it streaked forth to it's destination.

      It had been some time since he had seen any of the Sha's, they like so many others were preoccupied by their own destinies. In a galaxy so vast even with travel being a minor matter at best one never knew what another was up too, not unless they
      employed a very active and strong spy network. But those could only bring about rudimentry news, spies did not live long among Sith who by their nature were capable of fooling another to bring about a desired outcome. It was perhaps a good thing
      the galaxy was so large, it helped to prevent different Sith from butting heads more often, a failing that had brought about the end of more than a few bloodlines in the past.

      These were his own thoughts as he made the last portion of the trip to a bar that was hardly grand or opulent, taking a chair he tilted back a bit while he scanned the crowd already there. Most were people of the world and they tossed wary glances
      among one another occassionally as they whispered words. Those that had looked his way did not do a second time, especially if they noted the red and yellow of his eyes, one group of four that had noted his puppils had quickly
      left the place for their own well being. For his part he did nothing, nothing but wait, he knew that the codes of his craft would notify the powers of the world he was here, and if that did not gain anyones attention his presence in the Force surely
      would.

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      While exploring her half-brother's quarters at The Sith Empire, Sith Lordess Alisa Sha had discovered (some might say stole) one of his hidden journals. For some reason, her fingerprint (and well, a wee bit of violence) enabled her to open and read it. Alisa learned more about the history of her family than she had ever known to exist, and even found out about an ancient Sith artifact that had been handed down in the Sha family for generations. To male family members only. Great.

      Well, Rama wasn't around any more, and she barely knew anything about Trace, so she felt entitled to take what was rightfully hers to claim. This artifact was meant to be hers. There had to be more information about where it was, like a clue of some sort or something. As she thumbed through the journal furiously again, a shimmering symbol on the back inside cover caught her attention. It was a mysterious marking with her name written under it... in Rama's handwriting. The Sith Lordess ran her finger across the marking and suddenly heard Rama's voice in her mind. "You know where to go, where our hearts ran so cold." Shaking her head, she knew what that meant. Although she didn't know why it had to be there of all places in the galaxy. She closed the journal and went to pack her things for the trip... home.

      Ord Mantell. Now that's a place the Sith Lordess never thought she would set foot on ever again and yet, here she was. The familiar mountain chains, forests, wastelands, and even polar regions. She knew the planet like the back of her hand. The beautiful landscapes began to blur as memories of being frozen in Cryo sleep in the lab under the Sha family castle filled her mind, anger raging in her heart. Rama, Trace, and Alisa had all been frozen and stored away to be forgotten forever. It was so long ago, yet being here, it felt like just yesterday. Why was she here again? Oh yeah, the clue.

      Alisa was able to quickly infiltrate a local bar and was moonlighting as a short order cook. Did she know anything about cooking? Nope. But her skills of manipulation in the Dark Side afforded her the luxury of pulling the strings of her puppets, or rather, her minions that could actually cook. Her quarters were around back and although it wasn't the palatial, grand lifestyle she grew up with, it would do for now. The most important thing was that she blended in and not be noticed.

      Dressed in dark attire with her hair pulled back, she looked out of the order window across the room and saw him. Why was he here? She was in danger of her cover being blown, that was for certain. Alisa had to discreetly approach him and let him know what was up. She grabbed a plate of deep-fried gorg and made her way to his table. Speaking to his mind through the Dark Side of the Force, she said "Don't call me by name." Then she spoke up for those around them to hear, "Here is your order, sir."

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      Keeping a neutrtal expression upon his face he stared at the woman than down upon the meal she had brought him, the amphibian even deep fried was easily identified. The tongue sticking out it's mouth looked particuarly extra crispy. Perhaps it was a favorite among some but he guessed that most humanoids only ate it when it was deeply fried and caked in batter. What the woman was doing here passed through his mind, serving food was distinctly not a Sha tradition even if Rama herself had owned a bar or two. Drinking and fighting were ther norms in those places, he should know as his earlier days in The Sith Empire had been filled with both, it was not even against drunk or rowdy patrons but fights among his fellow Sith. In those days it was tradition to have a drink and brawl with one another, it kept the wits sharp and one in fighting spirit even if ones condition needed some healing in a bacta tank aftwards. Gender had not mattered, men and women both alike fought and cheered when landing a well placed hit. In those days tables were tossed and broken and chairs were found crashed and cracked upon walls if not even embedded in one if well thrown via the Force. The floors were frequently cleaned to wash up the blood, nevermind the spilled booze.

      What are you doing here. The words were conveyed through the Force instead of spoken syallables and vowels. The common person would have no idea anything had been said or shared between the two, even another Force user would not know what was said unless included in the exchange. It was one of the handy methods used between Sith in the field when battling others, to share ideas and thoughts of what was to be done without actually being said. It allowed well trained Force users to seemingly effortlessly work together, if a Forcer user was strong in the Force enough and capable of it they were able to manage the feat of battle mediation, that itself was a higher form of the ability. Few ever managed that mythical ability.

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      The Sith Lordess spoke to his mind once more. I can fill you in after my shift ends in a couple of hours. My quarters are around back. We will be able to talk in private there, just don't get noticed by anyone. She nodded and delivered a drink at the next table over from him. "Here you go, madam. This is from the gentleman at the bar. He wants to pay for your services next after this gentleman's time is up." Alisa walked slowly toward the bar, keeping a keen eye on what was unfolding. The man seated at the table with the woman stood up quickly and exclaimed "This woman is my wife, and you won't talk to her like that!" In the blink of an eye, the woman's husband ran full speed toward the man at the bar, who actually never even saw it coming. Probably because he never sent the drink in the first place. Alisa chuckled a bit. Fists began to fly as well as bodies, chairs, and even some of food from the patrons plates. Feeling that she had provided the bar with a little excitement, she returned to the kitchen and finished her shift without any further interruptions.

      Now, this Lynch thing. It was bad. She had traveled here alone to do this alone. Not to have a chaperone. Lynch had always been a big brother type to her, mainly because of his association with her half-brother, Rama. They were always giving her a hard time and treating her like a kid sister. Well, she had training now and was accomplished in the Dark Side, and didn't need anyone any more. Ok, maybe she might. After all, who could know what to expect with this quest she was on. Alisa made her way to her quarters behind the bar and waited for her guest to arrive.

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      The scene at the bar quickly degenerated into shouts and curses as fist flew were exchanged, people were knocked into each other starting more fights and shouts of anger. A few quickly fled the scene as others were caught up in the uproar and began to fight even if they had been trying to stay out of it, Lynch watched for a moment before taking his hand and with one swipe sent his food into the wall. "Oh no, my..." he began to say in a exceedingly dry tone before standing quickly as a pair of men came crashing into his table. The two tumbled to the floor with each of them throwing haymakers at the others face. Lynch gave a pause then made his way through the chaotic throng of people. This ruckus was certainly a good omen he thought to himself. He pushed past one final person who had been exchanging words with another, he was hardly past them when the woman jumped atop the other female and began to rain down angry fist and accusations. Yes indeed this was definitely a good omen. He was definitely dealing with a Sha he thought to himself. Had to be a bar fight.

      Shouts still came from the fighting going on in the distance as Lynch made his way to where he sensed the young Sha was currently inhabitating. Hardly the place a Sith of such stature should be residing in but she must have her reasons he knew. With a flick of his hand he triggered the chime signaling that he was at the door. Not that a Sith ever needed to explain themselve to anything less than a Sith, and not even then unless it was in their own best interest.

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      Her dwelling was nothing out of the ordinary. It had a main room and two side rooms as well as a hidden chamber beneath the floor. Plenty of places to tuck away that which should not be seen. The Sith Lordess had completely changed the way she dressed and looked so that she could maintain her anonymity while back on her home planet. Yet, Lynch showed up. What were the odds of that? Astronomical, at the very least.

      As the chime sounded, Alisa turned toward the door and raised her hand, manipulating the Dark Side to slowly open the large wooden door to reveal his presence. She didn't want to risk anyone seeing the two of them together in case someone would figure it out. After all, Sith Master Lynch was known far and wide in the galaxy after many years of mayhem with her half brother Rama.

      "Well look what the Loth-cat dragged in."

      She smiled and then closed the door after him once he had stepped inside.

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      “Charming as always.”

      He imagined that Rama would have a far clever retort to the woman, the man had always a way with words that vexed even him on more than one occasion. Lynch did not know if it was the mindset of a madman or a clever genius that Rama had possessed, looking back he thought it was probably both.

      “Nice place. A little more spartan that I expected of a Sha.”

      Some of the better off parts of the populace some times took residence in a place like this when they wanted to experience what was kindly called slumming. To experience some of the life of the less fortunate and worse off members of the world, some did it for the experience, others did it to relieve the boredom and tedium of their lives. The odd person even earned a scar that they used to brag to their friends about as if they had survived some mighty ordeal. To them the lives of the less fortunate were to barely be tolerated, at best to amuse themselves with.

      “Don’t tell me your home is being renovated.”

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