Umgul City

Kateri, her joyful expression and exuberant tone evident even though she speaks almost too quickly to follow, wanting to explain their presence swiftly so that she can begin to ask the thousands of questions she has for Ellie as soon as possible, "Our Master sent us to track down an assassin that has been targeting members of our Order, and there is a . . ."

Impatiently interrupting his sister before she can start laying out the complicated trail that they have been tasked with following, Honon gently pushes Kateri aside and tells Ellie to, "Never mind all that. Boring story. Resting his hands on Ellie's shoulders as though to reassure himself that she is truly here, Honon asks, Where have you been? What are you doing here? Everyone has been worried. Kaiya has been . . ."

"She's been waiting for you on Felucia all this time, Kateri interrupts, traces of accusation leaking into her excited and relieved tone, She's been despondent and withdrawn with worry, Ellie. Why did you leave without . . ."

Kneeling to retrieve the bottle Ellie had dropped, Honon examines it briefly before standing and interrupting his sister once more, gently suggesting that she, "Lay off, Kat. Give her a moment. You dropped this, Honon says, handing the bottle to Ellie as he grins and says what he knows he and his sister are, beneath all the surprise and despite all the questions they have, feeling above all else, It's really good to see you, Elle."

*Ellie gave a hesitant laugh when Honon did.* "Yeah, Umgal is kinda a ways out here. What are the odds..."

*Her attention turned back to Kateri when she spoke. She wasn't letting Ellie off that easily, or letting the subject go at all. Ellie couldn't help but flinch at the other girls tone, even as subtle as it was. The pit in her stomach began to grow with each passing word. Ellie's hands fidgeted some with the bottle in her hands, while her eyes scanned around as if looking for a route out of here. Her eyes locked onto Honon's when he spoke. He was much calmer then his sister.*

*She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath before opening them to look at her friends.* "Yeah, there is. I wouldn't say it's good, but it's a reason." *She stopped fidgeting with the bottle and let it hang loosely at her side.* "When we were on Felucia, we helped a guy find an old artifact that had a strong connection to the force. Shortly after I started having visions of the Sith we were hunting. They weren't good ones. What I saw made me believe that I wasn't going to make it out alive, that I really was going to die going after him." *She paused as if trying to shake the memory from her mind.* "The more I thought on it, the worse it got. Then I got to thinking about Kaiya following me after him. What if she died and I made it? I wasn't prepared to live with that. So..I left. I was going to face him alone. And if I died, then at least I would go down knowing Kaiya was safe."

*Ellie let out a sigh and continued on knowing the would want to know what happened after.* "After I left and set out on my journey. I quickly realized how many credits it would take, and how broke I really was. So I took on mercenary work, which I was oddly good at. Then things started to run together, the days turned to weeks, then months. I did find him though, I...wasn't very proud of what I did, but it's over now." *Ellie really didn't know how to express her sympathy. She wasn't very good at it.* "I am sorry, I truly am."

Another bar, another fight, still none of his business. When it all started he reached behind the bar, grabbed the bottle he'd been working on, then grabbed his glass, and walked away from what was about to go down. He couldn't draw attention to himself after everything that had happened, he was supposed to be laying low because he didn't know what else to do. He had hit a dead end, two of them. He had to be careful about using the resources he once used freely and he couldn't call in too many favors because the more people who knew he was alive the more chance he had of being hunted down. He was used to fighting, he wasn't scared of it, he never ran from it, but this was different, this was like...and extermination. And he'd never faced anything like that before, much less alone. As he sat down he at a table a few feet away he noticed a man walking quickly toward the fight, up behind the apparent center of the whole thing.

But he needed to stay out of it. It wasn't his fight, well at least it wasn't his fight until that guy who rushed past him pulled a knife aiming to stab it in the back of the already outnumbered guy in the suspenders. There were few things that Ty couldn't stand and one of them was cheating in a fight that was already stacked in your favor. He sighed heavily as he sat the bottle and glass on the table, clearly what he did next was born out of necessity. He dashed toward the man with the knife a couple feet from his table and wrapped his arm around his neck from behind then grabbed his knife hand and threw the man into the bar slamming the hand down on the counter in the process loosening the guy's grip on the knife. He released the man's neck and pinned his arm down pulling back on the man's wrist applying pressure on the pinned elbow. "Drop it or I'll break your arm." He spoke calmly and though he was clearly drunk acted with efficiency. "Drop the knife, you don't want to die today." Reluctantly the man nodded and dropped the knife which Ty grabbed quickly and stabbed down into the man's hand pinning him to the bar. "Sorry about that," he said to the now screaming man, "and since I can't exactly trust a guy who tried to stab a man in the back, but I can't in good conscience leave you in screaming in agony..." He slammed the man's head down into the bar knocking him out cold. "Be thankful you're still alive. This could have gone very differently."

He turned to see the rest of the fight, he knew he had heard a shot a few moments earlier and it appeared to come from the man with some pretty severe scars on his face. A Mandalorian who had taken one out, and a slew of Alliance soldiers. And now a couple were coming at him. He signed again, turned picked up the bottle from his table and took a long drink. "You can walk away from this, you know that right?" He says with his back to them.

"Oh we know. But you're not gonna be able to." They crack their knuckles and reach for him.

He shook his head and shrugged. "Alright, The hard way then." In a blink of an eye he grabbed the bottle by the neck and swung around back handing the man across the face breaking the bottle across his face knocking him out as well. He fell like a limp fish in front of Ty while the other one stood there staring in shock at the drunk man who had just taken out two of his friends. Ty tossed the bottle to the side and put up his fists. "Well?"

[ The Streets | Outside the Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]

Ellie had excused herself rather quickly all of a sudden, and before Amy could get a word in, the Mandalorian woman was gone. Well, Ellie was more than capable of looking after herself and finding her way back, by the Corellian's reckoning. Then, as if enthralled, Galdaart Fel started walking, towards a different bar than they one they'd just visited. “Fel?” said Amy, “Hey where're you...?”

The man didn't appear to be listening and was just heading on, and Damron decided to trail him as well. Perfect. Checking her blasters, she made sure the Glie-44 was set to stun, and the holster safety clip was off as she followed after them. She latched her datapad to her belt while she took out the bioscanner, as she could hear the sound of a full-scale brawl going on. It seemed this was a common occurrence.

[ Foyer | Cho'zens Way Station | Umgul City ]

“Oh ferglutz...” said Amy, when she saw who the assailants were, and who Fel was seemingly helping.

It just had to be Alliance soldiers. It wasn't exactly a long time ago that she and seemingly Fel had been one of them, but now they were fighting drunk soldiers. The Alliance was the lesser of two evils to Amy, but still, she didn't like antagonizing more big faction individuals than she absolutely had to. Nevertheless, her chief concern was Fel's well being, and getting into a brawl was not a good way to stay in the best of health. With a sigh, she watched the place with such a keen concentration until she felt time slowing down for her once again, and the adrenaline began to pump through her, and she could assess the situation with a chance of reacting to the most immediate threat.

Fel had thrown in his lot with whoever wasn't in an Alliance uniform, and there were at least two other active participants, with a third as a half-hearted joiner, the latter being another Mandalorian. The man with the tousled hair, day-old beard and suspenders was, by Amy's guess, the draw of this battle. The Mandalorian helped out once to knock an Alliance soldier, and then another man jumped in to stop a soldier with a knife in hand. There was a surprising number of Alliance soldiers here, and they were all joining this, while most other bar patrons were acting more or less like Damron. Amy noticed an unguarded armoured mask with a lined visor and it's own oxygen supply just on the table adjacent to the one that Fel had placed his weapon, which she appropriated for herself.

The mask was designed to just cover the face and nothing else. It latched on to hers when she placed it on, and pulled up the hood of her duster, then she joined the fray. She initially considered drawing her blaster and stunning the soldiers, but the rings were likely to catch others in its wake, and it's likely to draw the wrong kind of attention.

She clocked one man between the back of the neck and head with a solid jab, who was aiming at (Ty), before rushing to the man who had been tackled by a Weequay, and with surprising strength, pulled the larger being off the man, and headbutted the alien, her mask protecting her from the worst of the impact.

“You all right, mister?” asked Amy, extending a hand to the man (Nathan).


She failed to notice another soldier approaching her, hands ready to wrap around her slender neck and crush the life out of her.