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Prologue

The cloaked figure sat opposite the businessman. Wearing nothing noticeable other than his pitch-dark cloak, he had both of his hands on the tabletop, they hidden in his sleeves. Only the smallest bit of his chin could be seen from under the shadow of his cowl. Ghost white, a long, thin pale-red scar contrasted it, trailing up into the darkness towards his left eye.

"Come now, Dognica. You really shouldn't play with your food so," he said. His voice was slow and slurred, so the two traits counterbalanced somewhat to form recognizable speech. "It's bad manners to play. And we are here on business, not a play day." Dognica, the tall businessman, smiled slight and hesitant, patting his brow with his napkin.

"Ah, why, yes of course. My apologies, good sir." The normally smooth black market armsman darted his eyes about nervously. He had worked for many important men before, but never for somebody who could just raise a hand and kill him without he ever being able to fight back. "It's just, well... to be honest, sir, your presence is both humbling and off-putting." His dark blue vest was stained with sweat from his underarms, as was his red shirt under that. He moved his fork about among his food erratically, and then visibly made an effort to put it down. "But, as you say, business. The terms seem quite simple enough. Have there been any changes since the last time we spoke?" Dognica looked around the room, paranoid of anybody learning of this meeting. As it was, it was only him and the cloaked man stored away in the dining chambers of his ship, now heading off towards Coruscant as light speed.

"Well, yes. There is one more thing I'd like you to do." The man reached slowly into his cloak and drew out two pieces of paper, one tattered and torn from age, the other fairly new. These he looked over once before handing them to Dognica. "Get me these people. I know we've spoken of them before, but I want the male alive. You can do as you wish with the female after I have that man." His voice became strained with suppressed anger as he spoke of 'that man', yet a small red glow began to emanate from where the figure's forehead should be. "I'll double your fee." Dognica took the papers and looked over them. The new one was a picture of two beings standing side by side. It was a wanted poster, and the amount for their heads was only half of what he was being offered, but still, the impressive amount of twenty billion credits, dead or alive, was still something he took slight comfort in. If everything went to hell, he could at least turn these two people in. He looked at the picture closely. One was a cat-human hybrid, more human-like than cat. The picture was in primitive black and white, yet it was obvious that her wide smile was full of white teeth. The person next to her was much harder to discern. The face had been scratched and ripped at, but he knew that he was tall. He put down the first paper and picked up the second. He examined it closely before looking back at the original document. He found similarities between the two, and he was certain it was him. His hair was just as white as the girl's smile, but his face was much more sour. He folded both papers and put them in his pocket.

"Quite a request. But if I can get the ShadowLight hired, then it shouldn't be much of a problem to keep them alive long enough for you to retrieve them." Dognica stood up from his place at the table. "Then it's settled. I'll see you when I return home. Good day." He left his dining room quickly, not even glancing back at his uneaten meal.

"Good day." The cloaked figure slowly stood from his seat. He had just made the final bargain with this 'Dognica'. He knew it wasn't his real name, but it didn't hurt to just humor the fellow into thinking he was safe from a Sith Lord. People were easier to work with when they thought they were safe. With that last thought in his head, he let out a maniacal laugh as a dark mist slowly began to overtake his body. The only thing left that told of his presence was the slight trace of a bright red light, a feeling of hatred pulsing with the residue.

The blast doors sealed shut. Made of the latest and most advanced technologies using only the toughest of materials, it was proven to shut out any and all projectile weapons, and theoretically believed to block even a great Jedi Master. The overlord backed away from the door switch quickly, inspecting the entrance to make sure he had sealed it on his enemies. There came the sound of blasters and then, silence. After a few moments, the overlord heaved a sigh of relief and was about to open the door when FLASH! A beam of bright light of a purple hue appeared in the middle of the door, outshining even the hot metal slowly melting around it. Then came a second beam of the same hue, off to the right of the first. Then the two points slowly came and melded into one point. A loud crashing noise was heard and the door was flung back to the opposite wall, bent in the middle and still burning where the lights had cut. Out of the debris shone out the two lights of purple, each held apart from the other. Then also came two lights of orange, yet these were as one line with a space in- between. Then as the dust settled, two figures stood prominent. The male, wielding the orange bo-like lightsaber looked around quickly, assessing everything within the room. The female, a cat-like girl wielding the duel purple lightsabers, let out a small laugh.

"If this is all you have to offer, kind sir, I'm afraid we'll just have to take you in." And with that she jumped forward towards the overlord and the small array of guards he possessed.

"Watch out!" Shouted the male, then raised his arm. The laser turrets within the room all sparked and overloaded, causing small explosions everywhere in the room. The girl paid no heed though, as she came and easily unarmed every person in the room and was soon found with the overlord on his knees, one lightsaber at his throat and the other pointed at the room in general.

"What a fine mess this is," he muttered lightly under his breath. The girl only laughed, then knocked him out one blow.