Roun was having a hard time, everywhere he went the unfriendly inhabitants of Coruscant bundled past him, knocking him into walls and making comments about the youth of today. He was quite small in stature, but those who underestimated him, in his eyes, were fools.
He was getting rather frustrated; it was a simple activity, walk into crowd...(blank)...walk out of crowd. Nobody ever seemed to talk about what came in the middle, but he was finding out. At this point he started to wonder what exactly he was looking for. He knew there was a sith on the loose, but what were the telltale signs of a smart sith who knew he was being looked for? He would be very difficult to track down. Another thought crossed his mind, why was he on his own? Pamel knew that either one of them could find their target but easily Pamel would be most likely to survive an encounter with it. Pamel didn't make mistakes, at least not life-threatening ones like this, so she must have done it on purpose. Then again, Pamel didn't do things that were life threatening purposefully either.
Roun found that the best way through the crowds was to keep to the walls, and break away before you hit something you may have to pay for. Roun looked up, and saw a huge gaping hole in the side of a building, some kind of explosive for definite, but it looked accidental, as if it was meant to be somewhere else, out of place. This was a little unnerving for Roun, not that this sort of thing wasn't commonplace for Coruscant, but the thing he saw next shocked him more than anything. A mass, that was all he could describe it as, a mass of what looked like...person. It was, more "splattered" than sprawled, on the floor missing several body parts. Roun crouched next to it, it had formerly belonged to a local trader. He examined the wounds, they were definitely lightsabre induced. He got to his feet again, a dark ripple surged through his sense of the force. He listened carefully, not the way you and I listen, but in a way only trained Jedi can, put simply, ears are not necessary. So in actual fact, what he heard he didn't, more he felt, he felt breathing. Somebody was breathing and didn't want anyone to hear.
Roun began to walk again, all the time feeling these shallow breaths, they were getting louder. He jerked to a halt just before he reached an alleyway, it was the kind you wouldn't notice without telescopes attached to your eyeballs. There was somebody around the corner. With great caution, and with one hand on his hilt, he stepped forward. In a dark corner was a hooded figure, hunched over himself, the source of the breathing. Roun knew he had found what he was looking for. Something was wrong though. Roun had crept up on lots of people, he had always considered it one of his talents, he could feel his targets awareness, but his was different. He was aware, aware of a short, gifted jedi apprentice watching him, but he was not moving. Roun felt a mixture of fear, and curiosity, this was unlike anything he'd done before, confident awareness.
Roun took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the figure. It walked slowly away from him. Roun could sense there was a hidden motive to this shadowy figure's actions, but Roun followed anyway. He followed out of the alleyway, back out into the street, through the crowds of people and so on. Something wasn't right, this person wasn't stopping, they just kept walking, like they wanted to get away but didn't want to cause a fuss about it. It was weird, at any time they could just turn around and kill him, but they weren't. Roun wasn't even sure of the stranger's gender, which was a basic detail that even his finely tuned recognition of the force could not tell him.
The crowds were deteriorating. It was getting less and less busy; they were entering a fairly quiet area, which is a hard thing to find on Coruscant. Roun was aware that the later it got, the more likely it was that the dark figure would become aggressive, there would be less witnesses to see, or get in the way should things get nasty.
It was dark now. The figure stopped dead in a partially clear area, all that inhabited the place were a few boxes. It turned, revealed his face, and drew his lightsabre. Simply on instinct, Roun followed suit. The figure had a devilish grin intertwined with the evil features of his face, just as his dark soul was intertwined with the dark side of the force. However a wise person such as Roun was knew where the danger was and it was not in his face, the deadly weapon we held in his hand pipped the face to the number one position of "Attention Grabber".
The area was a symbol of the state of the force. The blue light of Roun's saber lit up the end in which he stood, whilst the much brighter crimson hue of the strangers blade illuminated his. Then in almost one movement the two streaked towards each other, Roun rolling just in time to evade the searing heat of the sith's saber as it was swung aimed at Roun's torso. He was quick enough to bring his own saber over his head to glance the strangers weapon to one side as it came thundering down towards him. Roun took the opportunity to move away while his opponent regained his balance, but his foe was quick and unleashed a flurry of strikes to the lower torso and arms, later in life Roun would remember this and consider himself very lucky to have survived it. Roun did not have even a fraction of the strength his enemy had and so every block he made tended to throw him off-balance, not only that but he was being forced backwards. He knew he would be up against a wall soon, and then it'd be over. If it ever came to that of course. He waited until the last minute and thrust a wild stab forward. Of course the sith dodged but it gave Roun enough time to get a kick in at his attacker. From the kick he launched a backward somersault that ended with his feet flat on the wall above his assailant's head. Jumping from the wall Roun shot forward over the head of his bewildered adversary and was in the clear. There was clear space between the two, and Roun valuing his life tried to make a getaway. However, turning his back on the sith was a move that worked to his disadvantage. Roun felt a hot blade slice into his leg, and immediately tripped and fell to the ground.
Roun could sense a dark cloud of the dark side floating through his sense of the force, floating in his direction. Looking up he saw the owner of the saber walking in a slow, doom filled stroll.
"I must say I'm quite impressed." For the first time the stranger spoke.
"Who are you? Why show me pity? You're a sith, sith's kill jedi." Roun was feeling a mix of confusion, slight annoyance, fear, and pure searing pain.
The stranger laughed, "That's rather stereotypical don't you think?," If Roun hadn't looked twice, he would have sworn the sith's eyes were ablaze with a sadistical menace, "You should be grateful you're alive, those I fight don't generally have this opportunity to beg for mercy. Or is begging something you're unaccustomed to?"
He was enjoying this. Roun could tell. He had never met anyone like this before; he had no sense of honour, no decency, no conscience. To him, Roun was just a plaything. Roun couldn't talk anymore, the pain was unbearable, he just dropped his head and tried to focus all his energies of healing. However, his head was suddenly pulled upwards by the hand of the grinning sith.
"I am Ruhmer, and you would do well to remember my name young jedi. Although it's funny, you remind me so much of someone, sense of defiance, but...yes, I feel it, you're afraid, just like he is."
Ruhmer threw Roun by the head into a wall, which cracked dramatically upon impact. The limp but not quite lifeless body of Roun flopped to the ground, only moving to draw breath. Roun could only hear the faintest noises, or maybe he didn't hear them at all? Maybe he imagined the sound of another saber being activated. Maybe he imagined the sound of the voice which had just threatened him screaming in agony, and footsteps fleeing the place, before it all went dark, and he heard nothing.