(Li'Rinna)
Our transport arrived on Coruscant a day or so after we departed Carrick Station, Areeva spent the entire flight in the cargo hold discussing my conversation with Master Teradid, occasionally Rarsk would chime in from the crate he was hiding in. It must have looked funny; the two of us standing around talking with a crate, but both of them agreed it was a good sign. After landing, we managed to smuggle Rarsk out of the spaceport without causing a scene. We learned quickly that we were all on our own on this world. We were creditless and we weren't allowed with fifty feet of the senate tower with Rarsk. So Areeva managed to 'secure' us transport to the Old Galactic Market where we were able to find an abandoned apartment in the middle of gang territory. Fortunately, Rarsk was intimidating enough to keep most of the gangsters away.
Areeva traveled frequently over the next couple of days to the senate tower to see what she could find out. Apparently, no one knew where Grand Master Shcria Davan was or if she was even on planet and Master Denai was unreachable, or so we thought, a few days after arriving Areeva received a message from her master's private channel, not a holocall, just a message.
"Why would she want us to meet her in the Silent Sun Cantina?" I asked. Not only would we have to fight our way through black sun territory, but it was the last place a Jedi let alone a Master would go for a meeting.
"It's definitely suspicious, but it's all we've got." Areeva looked nervous as she paced back and forth across the barren floors.
"Rarsk have bad feeling, feel like prey."
"Rarsk's right, this… feels like a trap," I didn't want to go even though I knew we had to.
"I'm feeling that too… what do we do?" There was one thing different about Areeva on Coruscant than on Tython, here she seemed to have lost a lot of the nerve she had previously possessed.
"We hunt hunters." Rarsk gargled amusedly, and he filled us in on his plan. We would all make our way to the Cantina separately, Rarsk would go first and hopefully clear out most of our opposition, I would go next and to dress scene appropriate, so I put on my old clothes that I wore on my shuttle ride to Tython, and Areeva would go last, dressed as is, and wait at the bar for Master Denai, that way if there were any 'complications' we had the element of surprise.
I had been at the Cantina for almost half an hour before Areeva showed up, we all made our own way to an empty room on the second floor of the cantina to review the game plan, Rarsk stay on the second floor and watch, he had stolen clothes from the black sun, so while he wouldn't look inconspicuous no one would suspect he was in league with the Jedi. Areeva would stay at the bar, and I was to stay down at the lower level and pretend to watch the dancers. I didn't like it.
"What am I supposed to do down there?" I was mad and I felt like I was being relegated out of the way in case something bad actually happened, like I was a child, I know that's not what they were trying to do, but it didn't change the way I felt
"I don't know… Play nice with the strippers." Areeva smirked as she shooed me on with her right hand, she'd gotten her groove back, she seemed very comfortable in unsavory places, "Besides you've got the fun part, while I'm stuck playing the Jedi prude," She started to slink out but cast one backwards look as she said, "A dangerous prude, but still a prude."
"Have fun." Rarsk was muffling something that sounded a lot like laughter as he left me alone in the room.
I begrudgingly made my way down onto the lower and took a seat at the back end of the Cantina, that way I could watch everything that went on. I pretended to watch the dancers as while I watched Areeva pretend to lecture the bartender about the evils of spice and alcohol, and slap away every hand that reached out to touch her, even though it was clear that's what she wanted them to do. Rarsk was busying pacing around the upper level; he looked like he was watching the Black Sun members who were meeting at one of the tables not far from the bar. I was so busy watching the others, I never noticed anyone approaching me.
"Care for a private show?" I looked up to see a female Chiss standing off to my side in one of the skimpy dancers outfits, she hand short almost sleek hair pulled out of the way of her face, she hand her hands wrapped around her neck and she began to slide them, slowly, down to her sides.
"No I… don't have the credits." I had been about to say I wasn't interested, but I didn't want to blow my cover.
"That's alright," She had a strange way of moving her lips, a seductive way, "I'm on break anyway," She said as she slid to sit down next to me and placed a very cold hands on my shoulder… and lap "So what's such a cute guy doing in a place as ugly as this?"
"I find the ambiance relaxing," I gently took her hand off my lap and set it on hers, I had a very bad feeling about this.
"I think we both know why you're hear," She said as she swung her legs around and began run her hands around the sides of my body.
I quickly shoved her back into her seat and stood up to face her, amazingly she wasn't hurt by the rejection, as a matter of fact she looked very excited, "Look, I'm not really… looking… for that..."
"I know," She said as she rose up out of her seat, there was something both sinister and seductive about the way she said that, and in the way she behaved in general.
I heard screaming from behind me, I turned around to see most of the patrons running out of the Cantina or hiding behind things as a group a cloth clad warriors came into the bar, the wore solid black vestments, and had black cloth wrapped around them from their legs to the top of their head, no break in the fabric at all, not even to see. Immediately, the six or seven of them drew there double-edged electro-staffs and leapt for Areeva.
Areeva pulled out her lightsabers, which glowed bright-yellow against the staffs of her assailants. Rarsk came flying down from above his saberstaff knocked one of them into a wall, where he seemed to jerk rather erratically before slumping to the ground. I reached to grab my lightsaber where I'd hidden in my clothes. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this," I turned around to see the Chiss woman twirling my lightsaber in her right hand, she must have taken it when she pounced on me before, with a triumphant look on her face. I reached out to grab it from her but she pulled her hand back and she did that weird thing with her lips, "Would you like a kiss for luck?"
That's when she dropped into what I recognized as an Echani stance jumped into the air and roundhouse kicked me across the room. My back hit the wall, hard, and I barely had time to recover when I looked up to see her descending on me, her hands balled into one fist, looking for a knockout. I barely had time to roll away before she leapt at me again. This time I had enough to use the force to send a chair flying her way, it collided with her midair and she landed on her with the chair resting on top of her.
"That was very ungentlemanly of you." She said as she flung the chair off of her and leapt back into position.
"No offense," I said rather mockingly as I dropped into a position that mirrored hers, "But you're not exactly a lady."
"How rude," She scoffed as she jumped at me again. Everything seemed to be a game to this woman, nothing mattered to her whatsoever. She was coming at me with every possible move she could think of, I'd had no training in hand to hand combat but I like to think that I managed to block her pretty well for the most part. She leapt into the air again for another assault when used the force to slam her into the ground as hard as I could, she looked up at me blood running from the corner of her mouth, "Nice move," suddenly a thousand volts of electricity were sent coursing through my body, one of the warriors had snuck up behind me with their electrostaff, and I fell backwards onto the ground.
The next thing I knew the Chiss was leaning over me, her lips an inch away from mine, "But I win," everything was growing black, and the last thing I felt was her icy lips lingering over mine before I drifted into unconsciousness.