He took a seat at the bar discreetly, hating to draw attention to himself. He ordered a Durindfire and looked around. He'd just pulled off a very expensive run--and hoped that it challenged the Kessel Run in impressiveness. Celebration was called for. He saw one of his fellow pirates, Cammir, and leaned up against the bar next to him.

As he found the slit where the lid met the sides, a clunk in the hold outside caused the half-Corellian to freeze. Choc listened for further evidence, praying that no one else was near. Three day’s impatience nagged him but his necessity to remain hidden and his old training kept him from moving. If the Captain or the crew of the ship found him stowed away, they’d most likely demonstrate the legendary pirate cruelty.

Two minutes passed. Choc slipped the catch, deciding the noise had been nothing serious. The first light he’d seen in three days made him squint and he slowly sat up, gently tipping the lid of the container to the deck. Aside from the containers and cylinders of cargo, the hold was empty. Enduring the twinges of his muscles, Choc stood, gathered his two rucksacks, swung them over his shoulders with a grunt and padded to the cargo hold door.

Locked. From the outside.

Choc frowned. There was no keypad to slice on this side. His eye caught sight of the three escape pod bays and a wild idea came to him. Moving over to the first, he touched a key on the pad next to it. Crimson letters flashed on the screen: JETTISONED. Allowing himself a small smirk, Choc poked a few more buttons and the empty pod bay swished open, allowing the light and sandy heat of Tatooine to waft in through the hole.

Without a backward glance, Choc leaped through, landed, and dashed into the shadows in the landing bay. No shouts of discovery followed his exit and he slipped out onto the streets of Mos Eisley, heading toward the Cantina.

Gorgo didn't like to think ill of the dead, and Jabba had held sway over Tatooine for many years, but a life of luxury had made him soft and slow, something Gorgo was determined would never happen to him. The Jedi would not take him by surprise- he had everything ready. For all their ability to see the future, they would never know what hit them.

Gorgo smiled, licking his lips eagerly. One Jedi in particular intrigued him... and he was certain Senator Elisabeth Organa would not be able to stay away. She was his primary target... not only was she one of the main Senators spearheading these oppressive trade laws, but she was also the cousin of the infamous Princess Leia Organa, murderess of the great Jabba himself. She would fetch a pretty price, if he decided to sell her, but he had a special position he wanted her to fill, first.

He had eaten his last slave girl....

One was a Sith woman, named Xen. While Gorgo hated the necessity of working with the Sith, they did tend to make their way to the top as the ultimate power in the galaxy. From a financial as well as personal health point of view, it was always better to be on the side of those who would rule anyway, than against them. Besides, Gorgo had little choice... his employer had been very specific about his wish for Xen to be in charge of what happened to the Jedi in his absence.

The other was a thief, a man by the name of Choc. While he didn't seem like much, Choc had been notorious for one reason: he could get out of any trap, anywhere. He was highly resourceful, and seemed sometimes to just disappear just when there appeared to be no escape. Gorgo didn't think the man used the Force to do it, just plain old scoundrel's luck. And that was what he needed. Who better to test an escape-proof trap than the ultimate escape artist?

Both messages said to meet him in his throne room as soon as possible. Both people had come to Tatooine knowing he would call upon them, and both expected to be well paid.

If all went according to plan, they would be.

"Heard you just got back into town," he said taking another swig of his drink. On a screen in the corner of the Cantina, a holovid played of the debates in the senate. Center screen was the charismatic Senator Elisabeth Organa, addressing the bill that had become so riddled with conflict. "What'd you think of her?" Chris asked Cammir. While Cammir's intrest was held by the Twi'lek, Chris's was held by the lovely young girl he watched get deeper and deeper over her head on the screen.

The next master that she had was the male that brought her to the planet. His wife often worked her to exhaustion and he would give her looks that she didn't like. The male stopped looking at her that way after she begged him to leave her alone when he trapped her in her room with him, but she was surprised that he listened. He died five years ago when his ship was attacked by a Star Destroyer and Mira came in the possession his wife. The female Farghul hated Mira since she believed the Horansi was prettier, so she force Mira to wear nothing during the last five years and do things that still gave the striped feline nightmares. Last week she was sold to the a Fraghul couple that were smugglers since she was useless to the widow, but they only wanted her to sell to Gongo since they knew they would five times what they paid.

That is why Mira was standing in the large room of Gorgo the Hutt with only her fur and a black two piece outfit that was barely consider swim wear. There was also a collar around her neck connected by a chain to the wall. She couldn't stop her body from shivering as she looked at the large Hutt. The only thing she was thankful for was being alive, since the smuggles said they could kill her and sell her fur for double what they paid her previous owner.

Looking the Horansi over, he nodded, telling the Farghul in Huttese that he would agree to buy her. She would suffice until he got his hands on Elisabeth Organa, anyway.

He would try not to eat her.

Anyway Xen barged right into Gorgo’s throne room where she found the incredibly large Hutt sitting (as usual since Hutts were never really ones to move around) at the end of his throne room. He had recently bought a new slave girl it seemed. She ignored the fact that Gorgo’s actions were sickening and walked straight up to him.

“What do you want?” she asked disrespectfully. “I’ve got a lot more important things to do. Some people around here actually pay me a good amount of cash to perform assassinations. Now could you get on with it, oh great and powerful Gorgo?”

"Forgive the urgency, my Lady, but reports say that the Jedi are on their way. Lord Xarkun insisted you be informed of all progress on the plan to capture the Jedi. The Force Cage is ready... no one who goes inside will be able to use the Force to get out. I have summoned a man who will be able to test its more... practical... weaknesses, and as soon as he arrives we will see just how escape-proof it is. The other precautions are in place, as Lord Xarkun requested, and he has demanded that you be allowed to personally oversee their capture," he explained, doing his best to be polite to the spoiled little...

"Do you have any commands?" he asked, hoping to get this conversation over with.

Xen studied the giant slugs facial expression. He looked just about as disgusted as she felt... the less this conversation went on the better. And capturing Jedi, while it might not be as simple as snapping the neck of an unsuspecting official, it was one of her primary functions. Before she spoke again her eye caught that of the slave girl, it must have been terrible to be in her position, but if she was not strong enough to break free of this place then why should Xen even care, weakness was shameful. At least the Hutt, no matter how unpleasent he might have been was not weak, he commanded power, though he couldn't hit the broad side of a star destroyer with a turbo laser battery if it was right in front of him, still he was not weak, slimy maybe....

"Anyway, no, I have no other commands. I'm going to be blunt and say now that I know neither of us want to be talking to one another, so for both our sakes I suggest we get on with Xarkun's orders, then you can go back to that slave girl over there and I can relax. I have a question though. I've been away for a while and I'm not exactly breifed on new stuff when I come back. Who exactly will be testing the Force Cage?"

"The man of whom I spoke has yet to arrive," Gorgo replied evenly in Huttese, "However, I was just about to test this cage, and all it's aspects, if you wished to see for yourself," he said, activating the viewscreen on the left wall, which showed the inside of a room with five Jawas standing nervously inside.

Without waiting for the Sith to answer, he activated a microphone that would broadcast inside the cage. He spoke to the Jawas inside. "You have served me well, my Jawa friends, and for this I shall reward you with your freedom. If you can escape the room you are in, you will be allowed to go free. If you cannot..." he said, laughing deeply as he pressed a button which caused an electrical current to course through their small bodies. Turning off the button, he smiled. "It won't take many more of those to kill you," he said, chuckling to himself. "Every five minutes you will feel the electricity burning your insides slowly until you are nothing more than Jawa roast!"

Getting the hint, the Jawas scrambled furiously, searching the small room for a way out, as Gorgo laughed maniacally at their antics.

"Interesting," she remarked. "Jawas are pathetic little creatures though. We'll still have to see how this fares against Jedi."

Xen chuckled as one Jawa dropped dead, his carcass smoking.

"Very good entertainment also." Xen commented. "Well I guess that will be all Gorgo... call me when your guy arrives to test the thing. Xarkun says I'm to oversee it, then I'll oversee it. If the Force Cage proves... its usefulness then I'm sure we'll be able to catch the Jedi scum. If not... I am not going to be happy, neither is Xarkun, when I'm not happy you dont have much to worry about I suppose, but when he is not happy... consequences will be... unpleasent, Gorgo. If you get what I am saying."

Xen snickered as another Jawa gave out a strangled yelp and crashed to the floor, dead like his other comrade. She stopped to wait for Gorgo's farewell, and maybe if she was lucky a few more Jawas would die. Her glance fell to the Hutt's slave girl once more who was also made to witness the pathetic Jawas' executions.

Her owners weren't stupid and knew everything about her. Her first owner commented to her son (Mira's second owner) that she was nearly as strong as a wookiee and she taught the Horansi how to fight to act as her bodyguard. Her second owners put a collar on her that shocked her whenever she tampered with it or they used the remote, which was also passed on to Gorgo. The shocks left no marks on her body and was the main reason they had so much control over her. Living with that for the past ten years of her life changed her from the fierce protective Horansi that she was with her first owner to the timid slave girl that she was now.

Mira released the chain and several of the links were now bent. Her collar shocked her because the chain was pulling on it too much. Mira sighed as she listen to the other two and watch the screen. Her last few owners made her call them master and she would be shocked if she didn't, she had no desire of repeating that after seeing what he was doing to the cloaked creatures on the screen. "Master, may I remove the chain and move freely in this room? I can't travel more than a few miles from the remote without getting shocked and there is a tracking device in the collar, so I can't run. I'm sure my previous owners told you that." Her quiet voice was barely above a whisper as she hope her Gongo would say yes, she was afraid after seeing the small creatures die.

Deep in the bowels of Nar Shaddaa's slave district, Gorag had been selling children on the underground market. It was good money, because there were many who would pay for a healthy orphan or the like for whatever purpose. When that black garbed Angel of Death arrived, he couldnt believe it.

At first he had thought it had been a joke. The warrior arrived wearing an old Royal Guard uniform, but this one was jet black, the only part that was red was the eye-slit on the helmet.

As the auction stopped, some of the children actually started to cheer in their cages. Many had heard about the Angel of Death, but here he was... in the flesh.

The black garbed warrior pulled out of his cloak a staff about three feet long. With a flick of his wrist, twin elongated blades emerged from the ends. Wickedly barbed, they started to vibrate with an ominous sound.

Then the warrior spoke. He was obviously wearing a voice modulator to make his voice sound dark and evil... but it worked.

"Your Angel of Death awaits."

Then he moved. He moved with a speed that defied description. With a single twirling motion, two of his men standing near the door just dropped to the ground, twin puncture marks appearing on their chests. Then the Angel pointed his weapon straight at Gorag.

"Death comes for us all."

Then Gorag ran for his life.

His guards attacked en-mass, but he knew, he knew that they had no chance. All he could hope for was that they would slow down the Angel long enough for him to make his escape.

He ran down a long alley towards what he hoped would be an open thoroughfair, but as he turned the corner, he found himself at a dead-end.

He found it strangely appropriate.

He turned to see the Angel already there, walking towards him slowly.

"Death comes for us all, but when you die, it will be much, much worse. For when you die it will be..."

Gorag slid his hidden wrist blaster into the palm of his hand and quickly took aim... but suddenly the black garbed warrior's red eye slit was right in his face. The vibro-blade pierced his spine with a humm.

"...without honor."

Gorag's eyes closed as he collapsed to the ground. The black garbed warrior stared down at him, and spoke again to the heavens. "Thus die all slavers."

Then he turned to go free the children. The Angel of Death had returned.

Pulling the chain until she was merely inches from his face, he licked his lips. "Hehehe... did I hear something from you, kitten?" he asked dangerously in Huttese. He grabbed her by the throat before she could reply. "Never speak in my presence, if you wish to keep your tongue," he snarled, spit drooling onto her coat. For good measure, he licked the side of her face with his large tongue. "Or I may show you what happened to my last slave girl..." he said, nodding his head in the direction of the half-eaten Twi'lek arm lying beside his throne. With that, he pushed her away, leaving her to contemplate her helplessness.

The Angel of Death hesitated for a few moments. "Who is your employer? Who is the one financing this... effrontery."

"Gorgo! Gorgo the Hutt is the boss!" The slaver scum said, on his knees. "He's on Tatooine! I swear it!"

"Gorgo." The Angel said after a moment. "A Hutt."

The slaver looked up at the Angel with hope in his eyes. "Will you let me live now?"

The vibro-stave pierced his forehead, killing him instantly.

"No."

Then the Angel of Death stalked through the alleys of Nar Shaddaa, frightening anyone who saw his dark countenance. He walked towards his vessel, the Phantasm, and took off towards the heavens.

Tatooine had a plague...

The Angel of Death was the cure.

As Mira thought on her situation she remember what her first master taught her about Horansi. They were warriors and deadly with or without a weapon. Their stealth skills are so good that you might be dead before you realize one was behind you. They pride themselves on their strength and skill. Most of all they were predators. She might still be a timid slave girl, but being threatened to be eaten caused a part of her true self to slowly awaken. It was only a matter of time until she was the was the deadly creature she was ment to be, but for now she was still the timid slave of a very cruel master.

He looked at himself in a mirror near his personal quarters. His mismatched eyes stared back at him. One eye was brown like his hair, while the other was a deep crystal blue. He opened the hatch on the Phantasm, and felt the hot Tatooine air hit him like a sledgehammer. He shook his head, and replaced his helmet, activating its internal cooling unit. Feeling refreshed, he walked onto the surface of Tatooine, ready to take his vengeance.

It was then that her acute Force senses picked up a trace of the girl's thoughts. Perhaps she wasn't as pitiful as Xen had once thought. For a moment the dark assassin considered relaying the information to Gorgo... but no. She was curious to see what this slave girl would be driven to do.

"Alright Gorgo," Xen said. "I guess we're done here. Tell me when the man gets here, oh and Lord Xarkun will probably wish to know of your progress here... perhaps you should contact him, it's just a suggestion, but you know better than anyone the man does not like to be kept waiting, so I would not get to comfortable with your girl there yet if I were you."

On that note Xen promptly turned to leave the Hutt's throne room and return to the meager room that served as her quarters here. Then she decided against it, she might as well go hang out at the cantina, get a drink or two, maybe pick of fight with a scum ball while she was at it. After talking with that Hutt she needed something big to drink. She headed off in that direction then, musing on what it was the slave girl might do, and how the Hutt would fare in a conversation with Xarkun, she was aware of his fear and dislike of Sith. Now that the Emperor was gone Xarkun was the number one Sith in the galaxy. He had the power, and as much as Gorgo would like to think he was in control... the reality was that this Sith Lord had him on a leash, like a dog. The New Republic wanted him dead, as well as the pirates? The person they should be sending their Jedi for was Lord Xarkun, but alas it was too late for that. Xarkun's plans were probably already set in motion. She suspected that if all went according to them the Sith would once again rule the galaxy, if not... well she would cross that bridge when the time came, she decided not to worry about it. There would always be a job, and grateful corrupted people with large amounts of cash would pay great sums of money to hire and assassin with her talents. Now she was off to the cantina.

As Xen approached the cantina she switched on her comlink. At any moment the Force Cage tester could arrive, she wanted to ensure that Gorgo would have no difficulties alerting her when the man did. Once she confirmed the communication device was indeed on she deposited in into a pouch on her belt and entered the cantina. It was full of scantly clad women, and scum like men as well. A few she recognized as members of the pirate group, but she could not place their faces with names. One in the corner she knew... but his name was absent from her mind. Paying no attention she sat down at the bar, next to a skinny looking guy who was just as ugly as the Hutt.

He looked at her in smiled. She resisted the urge to slap him across the face and turned to the bar tender.

"Give me the strongest thing you got." she ordered.

"Can you pay for it?"

"If I could not do you think I would be asking moron? Get me the drink now!"

"Fine." the man grumbled. He went off to fulfill her order.

"Hey," said the guy next to her.

"Yeah?" Xen asked, clearly irriated, the patron was too stupid to notice however.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Are you an idiot or are you deaf and blind? I just ordered one thanks."

"You dont need to be so confrontational."

"Spare me kid, you're a babbling idiot and I'm way to old for you."

"I dont like your tone." the guy said, drawing a blaster.

"Ditto." Xen snapped, unclipping both dead lightsabers from her belt.

"Apologize and maybe I'll forget all this."

"How about you drag your ugly little self out of here and I would severely injure you."

"Wrong answer." the man said. He squeezed off one shot, thinking he had her. However he was paralyzed with shock to see that the woman extended two crimson lightsabers and hit the blaster bolt into the wall so fast he could hardly see it. Before he even could registed what happened one saber came down and sliced through his blaster pistol, rendering it useless. The other then swung around at his right side, and moments later he found he no longer had a hand. Xen promptly deactivated her weapons and sat back down, ignoring the nervous glances of onlookers. Several of the man's friends stood up and helped him stumble out of the bar.

"I'll pay extra for the mess." Xen told the bar tender. "Just get me my drink."

The man nodded and proceeded to fill a large glass with cerulean liquid. Xen sighed, stuff was quite dull around here. She hoped Gorgo would contact her soon with news that the tester had arrived.

Watching as the droids cleaned the Force Cage out for the next inhabitants, he decided to put his guards on alert. And then, he put his other guards on alert. Hidden within the walls of his palace were many, many highly skilled assassins... all trained by the Sith. Gorgo chuckled... sometimes answering to the Sith had its benefits...

He cast a wary eye on his newest slave. There was going to be danger coming, and if he learned anything from Jabba, it was to not have slave girls with long chains hanging about when danger came. He needed to test the gravity generators on the walls if the Force Cage, anyways.

Pressing a button, two bounty hunters, very strong ones, walked in. "Put my new pet in the cage. Can't have her roaming around and getting lost in the confusion, now can we?" he asked, looking over her as they drug her into the room.

When the door was closed, he pushed a button, which caused gravity to push her so far against the far wall that she could barely breathe. "Don't worry, kitten," he said into the microphone, "I won't kill you like I killed the Jawas. You will only be shocked if you move," he said, laughing sadistically.

Just then, one of the technician droids came up to him. "Sir, I'm afraid there is a problem with the Force Cage," he said. This earned him a very annoyed glare from Gorgo, so he continued quickly. "One of the Force Inhibitors, the one by the door, is malfunctioning. The others make up for it, of course, but..." he trailed off as Gorgo growled deeply. "Sir, as long as the prisoners remain in the back of the cell..." the droid's head hit the wall with a loud clank as Gorgo backhanded him suddenly. Two other droids came and carried off what was left.

"Get to work on that Force Inhibitor! I want it fixed before the Jedi arrive!" he yelled, and droids began to flock to the panel just outside the door of the Force Cage, trying to fix it.

Gorgo smiled. Not even this could darken his day...

As he stood before the bar, he looked down at the little bartender, and said in his sinister voice, "Mandalorian Narcolethe, if you please."

The bartender shrugged after a moment, and went to pour the strong alcohol. Kalon's 360 degree view of the room inside his helmet allowed him to watch the entire bar, even with his back turned to it, so he saw a few pirates point in his direction and chuckle. One of them actually rallied his boys and slowly walked towards him.

As the bartender placed his drink before him, the pirates all came up behind Kalon. He waited for the first one to reach out and attempt to grab his shoulder.

His hand snatched upwards and grabbed the man's wrist. "Its not polite to touch someone without asking." he said as he turned slowly to face them. The pirate attempted to wrest his wrist out of Kalon's grasp, but Kalon held on tight. "I am looking for someone, perhaps you can assist me." he said after a moment.

The pirates were all edgy and looking for a fight, but they hesitated. "Depends on who yer lookin for, and who's askin." The leader said snidely.

Kalon leaned down so that his red visor was now eye to eye with the pirate leader. "I am looking for a Hutt named Gorgo. Where might I find him?"

The pirates all looked a little frightened after a moment. "Why you lookin for him? Who the hell do you think you are anyway?"

Kalon chuckled slowly. "I? I am the Angel of Death... and I am looking for Gorgo the Hutt so that I might kill him."

With those words, nearly every one of the pirates went for a blaster or weapon of some kind. The bartender ducked behind the bar screaming "NO BLASTERS! NO BLASTERS!" while other patrons dived behind tables and out the nearest exit.

With barely a move, and without releasing the lead pirates wrist, Kalon snapped his vibro-stave into his left hand and twirled it around the lead pirate's back, the humming blade slicing through wrists with pinpoint accuracy. Screams and howls of pain echoed through the bar as all of the pirate group dropped holding bloody stumps of flesh.

The lead pirate dropped his blaster when the vibro-stave pointed between his eyes. "I will ask you again. Politely. Where is Gorgo the Hutt... please." Kalon added after a second.

"I...in.. in the... old Jabba palace... he.. he..hes waiting for the Jedi... thats all I know." The pirate said, nearly in tears.

Kalon leaned forward again, the vibro-stave nearly touching the pirates nose. "Find another profession." then he released the man's hand, turned around, picked up his drink from the bar, placed a thousand credit coin on the bar, and said very politely. 'Sorry about the mess." then he turned and walked out of the cantina.

Mira tried to shift her arms and was shocked, but this time it felt twice as strong as her collar. She screamed in pain, the scream was a mix between a feminine scream and a roar. She then fell limp against the wall breathing hard in the increased gravity. When she heard that she wasn't going to be killed she started to wonder if living was worth the torture, but the void in her told her that she needed to live. Gongo didn't notice that he left the connection to the cell on and she heard everything. A small growl escaped her as she started thinking of something and an idea came to her. It was crazy and might get her killed, but it was worth a shot.

Mira started moving her arms again and started to be shocked again, but she kept moving her arms until her paws landed on her collar and pulled on it while sitting up to make the cell shock her more. It was hard fighting against the gravity and the electricity, but soon the collar shocked her too. With everything combined she let out a loud feral scream that could be heard through the walls of the cell and the collar began to short out. When she finally stopped screaming the released the collar and flew back against the wall as she fainted form pain, but there was a small smile on her face as she realized that her plan worked.

The two ruffians to his right stumbled, and Chris stuck out his foot. The fight ended, and Chris got a good laugh. 'The first time in a long time...' he thought to himself.

One of the bounty hunters Gorgo had sent to search for Choc had brought him some disturbing news. Apparently there had been a brawl in the Cantina earlier. Not that murder and mayhem was uncommon, and in fact, such behavior was often encouraged by the Hutt family.

It was who was causing the mayhem that was his worry.

The Angel of Death. The Angel of Death was here, on Tatooine.

Most people thought he was a myth, a story told by slaves to give them hope and to scare slavers. But there was simply too much evidence to the contrary... an ex-Royal Guard, the Angel of Death wore the uniform of the now extinct Royal Guards, only it was black... black for the death he exacted on those unlucky enough to try to turn a profit in the booming slavery business with him in the vicinity. No slaver was left alive, and all their merchandise was turned loose. The monster even helped hide the slaves afterwards!

All his guards were already on high alert. He only hoped that, his many precautions to keep his palace a secret from all but those who had been summoned would prove worthwhile... a constantly moving palace, with a cloaking device, might be thought to be impenetrable...

But not much could stop the Jedi... or the Angel of Death...

Doing his best to remain calm, Gorgo prepared himself for the worst... and determined not to do or say anything to anger the Sith Lord...

A bald man occupied it, draped in numerous black robes. His face was pale, like that of a skull, his bright yellow, red tinged eyes were the only colorful feature he had. He was quite old, but had the look of an experienced fighter about him, though his body seemed washed out, drained from excessive use of the Dark Side. A dead lightsaber hung from his belt, how was no Jedi, his name was Darth Xarkun, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Lord Xarkun had found an excellent place to conduct all of his buisness, with underground contacts reporting to him every day when interesting events turned up, and the Force as his eyes to see across the galaxy. Events had now been set in motion that could not be stopped, the Jedi were moving to stop the growing threat of the pirates. Xarkun could not allow that to happen, if the Sith were to rule the galaxy once more he would need Gorgo and his resources before the end. At least if he was to rule the galaxy.... Yes, word had reached his ears about an incident in the Jedi temple involving a man named Magus. He had contacts on Coruscant. Using the Force he was able to find this Magus. The man was surprisingly inept at hiding his presence for the powerful Dark Lord.

So there were two more Sith in the galaxy... an interesting turn of events, one that could go in Xarkun's favor. These Sith could either be powerful allies, or great threats. Gorgo would be contacted with this information, he could prove a valuable asset in search for the other Sith.

However before Xarkun could do anything the internal comlink of his throne chimed. He accepted the transmission, a blue tinged, holographic image of the incredibly large Hutt sprang to life before his right hand.

"Gorgo," Xarkun addressed softly, his eyes seemed to stab through the Hutt, analyzing his every move, every thought. "What news have you for me? I was growing impatient, I sense you have spoken with Xen, tell me, what is the status of the Force Cage, will it be able to hold Jedi?"

"Excellent Gorgo, you have done well." Xarkun replied. However the next piece of news the Hutt had to offer caught him slightly off guard. His eyes narrowed at the Hutt who he noticed gulped loudly.

"The Angel of Death?" Xarkun repeated. "You will not allow him to comprimise our operations Gorgo! Deal with him immediately, and do not fail me, or you will suffer consquences that will render your band of pirates useless, and I will just have to find another crime lord to deal with... or perhaps the other Sith. Yes Gorgo, word has reached my ears about an incident on Corsucant involving several Jedi and a man named Magus who is the apprentice of a Sith Lord. Once the Angel of Death has been... taken care of I want you to look into this matter of the Sith. I doubt you will find much, but these two could be powerful allies, or else dangerous enemies. Do not fail me Gorgo."

"Gorgo," she adressed. "I have something to tell you."

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped at him, ready to draw her own to weapons at a moments notice.

(Darn! No italics, also Anime-StarWars-fan-Zach is not online sadly, I know because he's got AOL and so do I, plus he's on my IM list... so it looks like were gonna have to wait longer for the conversation to continue.)

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