Uri kicked one of Rathari's underlings in the chest forcing her against a door. She pressed her boot against her chest harder causing her to writhe against the door, before lifting it slightly then slamming the sole against the apprentice once more. The opposing Sith coughed and winced, letting her two sabers drop to her sides. "The door, now." The white haired Sith lifted her foot once again, letting the acolyte to slide to the floor.

"You're her, aren't you?" The acolyte wheezed as she scrambled for the door panel. Uri tightened her grip on her saber before turning back to see Vette holster her weapons and nod an 'all clear' signal.

"I could be, but I suppose it doesn't really matter for you at this point, does it?" Uri sneered at the Sith's backside as she turned back around.

"My crushed ribs say otherwise, I would like to think." The acolyte tried to chuckle but ended up coughing some more.

"Then don't think." Uri slammed her hilt against the back of the acolyte's head watching her crumple to the ground. "Vette, be ready, watch for any ambushes." Vette scoffed as she readied herself.

"Okay, mom." Uri rolled her eyes even though her companion couldn't see, she always did appreciate Vette's flippancy and special ability to make a tense situation trivial. But She felt something off past the door in front of them. Uri carefully placed a hand on the control panel, the door opening with a slight hiss and the two stepped over the unconscious Sith into Halidrel Setsyn's command room. There were no immediate threats as the two walked in, Uri concentrated harder to make doubly sure and when she did she signaled to Vette that it was clear.

"Be a doll and check for any survivors...Let me know if you find anyone, good or bad." The white haired sith nodded to the twi'lek and marched over to the main console in the middle of the room. As she approached she gazed around, there were lightsaber marks along the walls and floor in addition to blaster marks as well. She sighed, placing a hand on the console and trailing alongside of it till she got behind it. There, lying motionless with two lightsaber cuts to the chest was Halidrel Setsyn. "Dammit…" Uri knew it was pointless but regardless knelt down beside the body and checked her pulse. Nothing. "Halidrel's dead. Anything on your end, love?" Uri shouted across the room to Vette.

"Nope… just a lot of her men, deader than dead can be." Uri hung her head down in a silent apology before reaching over and closing Setsyn's eyes. She glanced down once more at the body and realized her datapad that she always carried wherever she went, Uri grabbed it and began fiddling with it. Vette walked up beside the Sith, peering over her shoulder.

"What's that?"

"Halidrel's trusty datapad...I think she's a lot craftier than she lead on." Uri explained tapping an option on the device, she heard the holoprojector in front of the main console boot up before a couple of figures appeared from it. The duo recognized Halidrel as one of the figures, the other hooded one that towered over her, they did not.

"Who's that?" Vette asked as she wandered around the side of the projector to get a better look. Uri answered with a shrug.

"I dunno." Uri hit another option on the data pad and the scene played out. Halidrel was out of breath clutching onto her chest heaving, as she stared this towering man down. Uri followed Vette's example and moved around the side to get a better look of the man under the hood. Once she did, she saw that the man had a couple of cybernetic implants.

"It's clear Darth Baras failed to inform you exactly who you'd be crossing." The hooded man looked away from Halidrel and directly at Uri. "This demonstration should make up for that deficiency." The man drew his saber and cut down Halidrel with two quick swipes before sheathing the blade.

"So I guess it wasn't Halidrel who set that up." Vette said dejectedly as she watched on. Uri stayed silent as the hooded man fully turned himself to face the white haired Sith.

"You want Agent Dellocon, you want me, I won't be hard to find anymore." Uri crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. "I'm on the roof of the satellite platform in Network Access. If you dare show, I will grant you a duel to the death. Be honored." The projector shut off after that.

"He's gotta be the biggest idiot if he thinks we're going to walk into that obvious trap." Vette glanced over to her companion with a worried look on her face. "Right…?" Uri gave her best reassuring smile.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes, i'm afraid." Uri lifted her bandaged hand to her ear. "Hello? How is my ship doing?" She glanced over where Vette was standing with a shit-eating smirk. "Good, i'm going to have Vette send you the contact information of a friend in a bit. Meet up with them and coordinate an attack at this position." Uri looked to Vette and nodded and the Twi'lek picked up her communicator and forwarded Rathari's position to Quinn. "Oh and Captain. Do try and get along with them." With that she ended the transmission.

Vette pursed her lips and began to hail their republic "allies" on her communicator. Immediately Commander Naughlen's figure appeared nodded to Vette then turned to face Uri. "Ah, Sith, I can't say i'm excited to see you, but I also can't say that I wasn't expecting you, what needs to be done?"

"That's the spirit commander, I'll spare you all the juicy details and tell you that: I'm walking straight into a trap." The republic commander raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. "I have an associate of my mine that will coordinate an attack with you, I need you to turn the tides of said trap." Uri placed her hands behind her back and smiled earnestly.

"Sounds simple enough. A soldier always pays his debts. Who is this ally of yours?" Naughlen questioned.

"He is an imperial Captain, don't worry he won't bite. Unless I want him to." Uri chuckled. "He goes by Quinn, and be sure to play nice else I'll hunt you down. Sending the info now." The warrioress pointed to Vette who issued the rest of the data to each of the contacts and ended the transmission with the commander.

"You actually think they're going to work together on this one? -imperial-guy isn't gonna like this very much." Vette expressed her concern as she pocketed her communicator. "He seems a bit touchy."

"I'm sure he'll be alright, he seemed professional enough. Either that or we actually might die to this trap, Come along now no time to dawdle,we've a Sith Lord to fell and and agent to find." Uri smirked.

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Vette let out a breath as she slammed her back into cover, crouching behind a box. Blasterfire was the only sound she could hear at the moment. Uri sweeped the leg of one of her attackers and force pushed him off a railing into the endless bottom of Nar Shadda. She looked across the platform to see Vette pinned down as a couple more of Rathari's goons advanced slowly as well. Uri holstered her saber and brought her hands in front of her and concentrated on a nearby street lamp.

The metal creaked and screamed as it was being bent forwards till finally it gave out and fell on top of four of the goons with a loud crash. Vette peeked from the side of her cover and saw an opportunity and blasted the two advancing enemies in the back as they were distracted. Uri checked her surroundings, making sure there weren't any surprises waiting about before making her way over to Vette.

"Have all your bits and pieces?" The white haired Sith asked as she looked over the bodies, making doubly sure they were down.

"If I say 'no' are you gonna give me a pat down?" Vette laughed, holstering her weapons.

"Don't tempt me with a good time, Vette." She glanced back. "I just might take you up on it." Uri made her way towards the turbo lift, leaving Vette trailing behind flushed a shade of blue. The two stepped onto the lift and Uri waved a hand to start the ascent. Uri crosses her arms and took a breath as the two waited in silence. The floors passed by and the two could see a lot of Nar shadda go by, still waiting, still in silence.

"Sooo…. like what are we?" Vette grabbed her arm without looking over at her companion. "I-I mean I don't want to assume anything. But like, we've you know… a couple of times and…" Vette coughed on purpose and shifted around uncomfortably. This was clearly not her strong suit.

Uri looked over and her cheeks flushed a bit. She watched Vette stutter and stumble over her words and mannerisms and smiled. Everything up till this point had all been genuine not just the flirting or the kissing, but the feelings with them too. Uri watched as Vette continued to talk and explain while interrupting herself by biting on her finger, the white haired Sith got lost in her staring not even hearing the words. All she saw was someone she couldn't live without, Vette was her friend, she's free-spirited, sassy, and all around a good person despite her background. This twi'lek had saved her life, brought her back from cracking down. "You know what I mean?" Vette asked as she finally met Uri eye to eye.

Uri blinked "I uh- I suppose that." As she spoke her communicator rung and she lifted a hand to her ear. "This is Uri."

"Ma'am, it's Quinn. I'm in position with commander Naughlen and we have eyes on Rathari. Right now he's just with Dellocon, no one else."

"Good. Keep me posted and stay hidden we are about to arrive." Uri took her hand away from her ear and Vette also stopped tuning into Quinn update and smiled weakly at her companion. Uri cursed herself for not being able to finish her thoughts. The turbolift stopped as it reached the top floor the giant doors opening to a large platform with two exits near the back left and right. In the middle of the rather big room stood the hooded man from Halidrel's recording and a scrawny bearded man next to him. Uri and Vette approached carefully as they both scanned the area.

"Ah you showed." The hooded man was the first to speak up. "You lack your master's caution, I admire that." He sneered at Uri who was smiling.

"I'm going to assume that you're Rathari. It's so good that we finally get to meet face to face." She chimed, still smiling she glanced over to the other man. "And you must be my prey." Agent Dellocon twitched at that but held his ground.

Rathari scoffed "Dellocon, Baras' lackey is going to die here, but before that say your piece." He crossed his arms glaring at Vette this time. The bearded man took a small step forward and began to speak.

"Baras is insane and paranoid. I served faithfully and my cover was intact." He looked as though he was pleading. "How does he expect me to react when I'm to be assassinated for…'reassurance'" he spat. "Just lie here and wait to die?"

Uri stopped smiling and stared at him in silence for a moment. "Your next best decision was to go to an enemy of his and get hunted down regardless?" She pondered.

"At least I have a chance to live this way…" Uri glanced at Rathari then back to Dellocon.

"I feel as though the odds were against you when you started this job." She said solemnly.

"No matter, Rathari has offered me protection in return for Baras' secrets. A small price to pay I would say." Dellocon squinted his voice adamant in his decision.

"In a hundred years, when I am legendary within the Sith." Uri raised a brow at that. "Yours And Baras' deaths at my hands will not even be a footnote." Rathari then stepped back a pace. "However, I will not stoop so low as to duel a mere apprentice such as you. You haven't earned that honor."

The white haired Sith glared at Rathari and without taking her gaze off him spoke "and here I thought Sith Lords should be loyal to their word."

"How naive, lies and deception are the foundation of the Sith."

"Oh I know, but did you know that dellecon? Lies and deception. Even if I am struck down here, something tells me that you're not gonna be at peace… for a long time." Uri smirked triumphantly. Rathari presses a couple of buttons on his wrist communicator and soon after five imperial soldiers de-cloaked behind Uri and Vette.

"These men are my elite guard, trained to take on Sith." Rathari gloated. "Half of them could kill you, but I don't like to play favorites."

"Trained to take on Sith! Well it's a good thing I'm not the one fighting them." Uri feigned shock before tapping her own communicator and five blaster bolts rained down from the skies killing all five imperials instantly. Commander Naughlen and four of his men descended slowly with jet packs followed by Quinn who also was equipped with one. All their weapons fixed on Rathari. "Welcome to the party boys." Uri chuckled, she was relishing this. She glanced over at Vette who was also smiling but rolled her eyes silently not wanting to admit that she was also enjoying this.

"Bu-republic...How…" Rathari's eyes were wide with rage and confusion.

"Now you see Rathari, this is a lesson in humility." Uri stepped closer to Rathari and Dellocon and forced them both to step away. "As much of a dishonorable pile of garbage you are, I am still going to offer you peace: hand over dellecon and make sure I never see your face again and everything will be alright." Uri stopped her approach and smiled again. Her presence shifted the atmosphere into something unsettling for everyone in the room.

"I ma-may have underestimated your resourcefulness, but that does not mean I cannot best you myself." Rathari equipped his saber and ignited it, the purple blade manifested.

"Commander Naughlen, could you watch the exits with your men while I deal with this deranged fool?" She asked starting her approach once more, calling her own saber to her hand with the force and igniting it. "Vette and Quinn, keep an eye on Agent Dellocon, please." Immediately the two of them drew their weapons on the imperial and ushered him off to the side away from the duel.

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Rathari broke out into a dead sprint against Uri and she merely stepped out of the way of his swing. He snarled and began slashing wildly at the warrioress. "Grathan was tougher than this…" she thought to herself before parrying one of her opponents blows and knocked him off balance. She took the opportunity to drop low and sweep Rathari's leg with her own, causing the Sith Lord to crash down with a loud thud.

She stood over the lord and hovered her saber just above his chest. "Ready to give up?" He snarled at that and force pushed Uri out of the way, she flew back a couple of feet and landed upright skidding against the metal. "That's not very ni-" her eyes widened as she saw Rathari's next attack winding up. He threw his saber at incredible speed using the force to augment its flow through the air and guide itself towards commander Naughlen who wasn't aware of its approach.

Uri threw up her bandaged hand concentrated on the saber and managed it to stop it mid flight just over half way, she quickly clipped her saber to her belt and used the free hand to seize Rathari through the force and force him to kneel. "You are a pathetic man." She growled forcing his saber to her own hand and stomping over to Rathari who was still being held in place. Uri held the purple blade overhead brought it down swiftly, only to have it skitter on the ground next to Rathari who had control of himself once again; he looked up to his opponent. "Face me, you damn coward!" She grit her teeth and grabbed her own blade pointing towards Rathari.

"You… little…" Rathari snarled and broke into a sprint once again slashing at the white haired Sith. Uri backstepped and parried his attacks easily, eventually tripping him up and forcing him to his knees once more.

"Again!" Uri yelled. She had a sadistic grin on her face, as if she was toying with him. She huffed as she watched him recover his weapon and ready himself once again charging back. The same result happened from before Rathari fell to his knees before Uri, the smaller Sith walked up to her opponent and as Rathari attempted to thrust his saber at her as a final effort she gave a swift kick to his wrist forcing his saber away. Uri sheathed her weapon and stepped forward in front of the kneeling Sith Lord. She clenched a fist and backhanded Rathari across the face and before he could recover delivered another blow and another, and another. She grabbed the lord by his collar and continued her assault for another minute or so, their audience watched in mere silence with the only noises were Uri's strikes. Finally, she huffed and released her grip on Rathari's robes. "Ah...hah… Legendary Sith, my ass." Uri sniffed and looked down to her hands dripping with Sith Lord blood, she smiled internally. Rathari was on both knees barely conscious his body almost limp.

=0=

Rathari and Agent Dellocon are both under the watchful eyes and readied blasters of Quinn and Vette off to the side. Uri after made her way to the group of republic troopers and commander Naughlen. "Thank you for your help, commander." She let out a long sigh. "I do hope you enjoyed the show."

Naughlen tensed up a bit at that. "If this is what you do to your own, Sith I'm afraid to see what you do to your enemies." Uri looked a little sad or rather-betrayed for a moment before shaking it off.

"Some of my enemies are left in a better state than him. Most times." She winked at the commander who wrinkled his face.

"We've done our part Sith, are we free to go?" Naughlen straightened his posture.

"Yes! Of course commander, you and your republic friends are free to go. I do hope that we do not meet again, for I may have to kill you." Uri laughed, Naughlen didn't. "Though if we do meet again hopefully we get to work together once more." The republic commander said nothing and turned to nod to his men and they took off. As Naughlen was about to fly off as well he turned back to Uri,

"You are a strange one, Sith." And with that activated his jet pack and flew off.

"I get that a lot." Uri said aloud to herself. She shot a look at her two companions and her two prisoners. "Now onto you."

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Uri stopped in front of the defeated Sith Lord and Agent Dellocon who was whimpering as he watched her approach. "I won't go back to Baras! He'll kill me!"

"We know, Agent." Uri sighed as she kicked Rathari in the foot, he snapped awake and locked eyes with the white haired Sith. "Get up." Rathari was silent but did as he was told, hanging his head in shame all the while. Uri threw his saber at his feet and squinted at the offending object. "I never want to see you again."

"But sir-" Quinn spoke up.

"Silence Quinn, my decision is final." After that the Captain nodded and said nothing more. Vette watched the exchange in silence, her weapons trained on both the Agent and the Sith lord.

"I...I understand now... " Rathari said under his breath. Uri barely heard and crossed her arms expectantly. The Sith Lord looked up, "The day and the planet are yours, I freely pass the scepter." With incredible speed Rathari used the force to grab his weapon and activate it, he quickly slashed at agent Dellocon. In an instant the Imperial spy lay lifeless at Uri's feet. "The threat Dellocon posed to you and your master has died with him. I hope it ingratiates me in some way." Rathari promptly returned to kneeling down with his head bowed to the warrioress. It was quiet for a couple of moments before Vette finally spoke up.

"Well, at least he's not going to Baras…" Suddenly Rathari was lifted off the ground and pushed against the back railing clawing at his throat. Uri glared at the man as she curled her fingers tighter, choking him with the force.

"You….-'Ingratiates'?!" Uri's voice boomed. "Tell me Lord Rathari, do you feel ingratiated?!" As the Sith Lord struggled he was lifted from against the railing to the point where he dangled over bottomless pit of Nar Shadda. Vette and Quinn both watched on in solemn silence. Rathari shook his head, Uri kept him suspended for a bit longer before violently pulling him back, crashing to safety. He gasped and sputtered as the white haired girl's grasp was gone.

"I meant no d-disrespect! I see now that you will one day surpass you master." He bowed his head in shame while he was one all fours. "Please! Spare me so that I may live to see it." Rathari pleaded. Uri's face scrunched up before she stretched out her hand and pulled Rathari's saber away from him and to her own hand.

"Leave this place, and if I find you working against me again. You die."

"With one fell swoop you have clipped my wings and humbled me th-"

"GO!"

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"Working with the republic…Was it wise to let them go ma'am?" Quinn questioned.

"Wise or not, I gave my word. Oh and captain, could you make your way back to the ship ahead of us. Make sure it's not stolen or destroyed. I don't think I could take any more surprises today." Uri sighed as she clipped her newly acquired saber to her belt. Rathari had taken off in some direction, she didn't much care which.

"At once Ma'am." Captain Quinn saluted and walked away. Vette made a noise as she stretched.

"Ngh…Well, that's that." Vette lowered her arms and smirked at Uri. "Least, now we finally got off this awful planet." Uri raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, love? Not a fan of Nar shadda?" She gestured to her surroundings as the two girls walked.

Vette scoffed. "Psh, what's to like? It's so dark and scummy. Pretty sure I have a disease now, nope. All I want is to get back to the ship and get some shut eye." Uri not realizing how tired she was, how heavy her limbs felt.

"That makes two of us."

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A/N: AHA! I GOT YOU, SEE TOLD YOU I'D GET IT DONE. It's still technically the beginning of the month, I enjoyed writing this one...I haven't played the game in awhile and I honestly can't remember how Nar shadda looked lol. Also I always hated Rathari...anyway, Hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for favoriting, following, and reviewing as well as just taking time out of your day to check out Serendipity.