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The sight that greets you is rather fitting for the underground demesne of the Undermarket, a match to the flickering sign out front. Dimly lit, well worn tables and chair seem almost haphardly strewn around the room. The furniture shows signs of being in more than a few brawls, pits, gouges, and scratches marring the wood. Light comes from sconces lit with various colored flames, casting their fitful glows over the mismatched décor. Almost seedy, the tavern you find yourself in, but more, there's a strange air to the scene.

A wraith, Molk, serves drinks at the counter, glowing emerald hands appearing to mix drinks, serve, and take payment, while the rest of him remains unseen. The odd patron gets tossed out on their ass, seemingly by nothing more than gleaming crimson hands, courtesy of the bouncer wraith, Tholk. The clientele seems rougher. Looking further into the room, a bit of graffiti marks the wall, the symbol of an inhuman skull backed by unusual crossbones. Above, a balcony office is visible.

Note: on some timelines, this location was destroyed (and rebuilt on others still).
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A desolate ruin, met with a final fate.
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The Penance Tavern

Rough like the Undermarket, the Penance Tavern is a place for the darker patron.

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The Penance Tavern is a part of The Undermarket.

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Lylend Keesa WolfWind [54] A young woman with straight long black hair to the length of her waist and black velvet shirt with net sleeves and black flare leg jeans. her emerald eyes with specks of silver stare out from under her black bangs at her surroundings.
Tafari Silva [50] Bonecarver.
Daisuke Aramaki [46] Director of the Taiyou Public Security Section Nine
KH [37] ***Quiet, Helpless, but street smart and a masterful hacker***
Oriana [36] Full of valor and bad jokes.
Jager Holt [35] Prodigy of Holt.
Barada-Cai [28] An old mentor.
Sang Kyung [28] From the far reaches of Japan to the streets of Wing City, the Yakuza prowl.

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A man sat in the corner observing everything within the tavern. It wasn't the exact best location to get information, but it did the job. A woman sat at table with him, scarfing down food. Force Hounds weren't exactly good at manners, sometimes the Council wondered why Siya even tried training them. They were so atuned to the dark side it didn't make too much sense. And yet, the Battlemaster kept them in line rather well.

Unfortunately the actions of one man drew his attention to the door as he felt the Force be used to open something. In this case the door was loudly opened by the Force or something akin to it. Almost everyone on this ass backward planet had some telekentic ability. He saw the feline like one head for the bar. Well, seemed it was time to make aquaintences, something about the feline woman pulled at his Jedi senses.

"Keep Gozen in check Vir, I will not be long" Tuyer said softly to the dark haired woman at his table, the woman grunted something but nodded as Tuyer stood from his table and went to the bar with his mug to have it refilled. The bartender saw him arriving with his mug and nodded, he'd get the desired drink for the man.

Tuyer sat in the stool next to Aeka. "Strange days for a cat to travel with a man is it not ?" Tuyer said softly to her. "The Force works in strange ways I think." He never looked directly at Aeka, keeping his attention on the movements of the barkeeper, and that of his two Force Hounds in the corner; he could count on Vir to keep Gozen in proper manners. Unlike his failure, Kakita, the formner Jedi turned Sith had thrown aside her name, calling herself a Sith Assassin. But he did not care of her at the moment. He merely now wondered why two Jedi were on that assbackward world to begin with.

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The arrival of another patron shifted the barkeep's attention, and rightly so. Aeka thought nothing of it, as it was his duty to tend to everyone so long as they paid him for it. Although she didn't turn her head to look at him, she did glance in the man's direction with her periphary. Her ears twitched when he mentioned The Force, prompting her shift a bit so she was facing this man rather than the unaccommodating barista standing before them.

"I'm sure there are stranger things." she contended, "Like a jedi who spends his time in the bed of miscreants."

She gave him a wink. Aeka had felt the presence of more force adepts than her master prior to their entrance, but she hadn't been able to figure out who these adepts were until this man initiated a conversation. She lowered her gaze to get a full look at him before she spoke again, "Are you here for business, or for pleasure?"

Norill watched Siya carefully as he made his way over to Aeka, but he eventually averted his gaze because he didn't want to stare. That was when he noticed a woman sitting by herself at the far end of the tavern. She had brown skin that appeared almost golden from the angle he saw her, and a head full of coily brown hair. She didn't appear to be enjoying herself at all, at least that's how he saw it. Now, being the compassionate fellow that he was, Norill couldn't remain idly knowing that one of his fellow patrons wasn't a grand time! He kept his eyes trained on the woman as he approached her table with a relaxed albeit confident gait. After seating himself in front of her, he raised his hand to wave the bartender over.

A pair of hazel eyes came to rest on the gray jedi's features as he spoke, "You know this is the type of place you'd come to to escape your troubles, not dwell in them."

To which the woman replied with a scoff, "Who says I'm troubled?"

Norill raised his shoulders in a light shrug before going on to explaining his reasoning. Something about body language and her manner of speaking, which surprisingly didn't end in the woman blowing him off completely. Their conversation would continue as Aeka tended to business.

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A single man sat with his head on the bar counter. He was obviously drunk enough that the bartender just let him be, as all the drinks had been on him. When the man had entered the dark establishment he had been very distraught and near tears. He had black messy hair of medium length that splayed out in all directions. He had on a black trench-coat over a black basic thermal-uniform. Oddly enough he also wore open-toed sandals of a combat design. If one were to look at his face they would see a light-tanned handsome youth with only a single scar below his left eye, a vertical cut an inch long. While not unconscious he was definitely not paying any attention to the outside world and was blissfully lost in his own mind.

Only the movement of someone going past him made the man lift his head off the counter. He looked to the left where he felt the movement going and saw a man and woman speaking not far away. He lowers his face to be half hidden by the edge of his jacket's fabric, and ignors them. He still doesn't feel any better and seems to be sulking in place. He picks up what was left of the drink on the counter and downs it, puts it on the counter, then leans too far back and falls right off the stool onto the floor.

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"That depends" Came the soft yet cultured reply, "On what your pleasure is, is it buisness, or is it.... business ?" He said, Tuyer knew he was walking a fine line though, but when she asked him why he was with so many miscreants, "You would be surprised on what the Force directs and wants. If information can be gleaned from such malcrents, then so be it. Or do you mean the Force Hounds in the corner giving you or the young looking thing near that big window over there dirty looks ?" Gozen did not look happy and was throwing Aeka a whole ton of dirty looks.

Vir however kept a sudden eye on a dark haired beauty near a large glass window that looked like kleersteel; the woman, dressed in what looked like a truly revealing black minidress that hugged her body so perfectly as if she made it herself or swam in a clothing cloth vat; After a few moments however the woman caught sight of the Force Hound staring at her forcing Vir to turn away as Myth arrived, now there were three Force Hounds in the tavern. In qaddition to the three Jedi, possibly four as the woman in the minidress looked nervous.

Tuyer could feel two more possible Jedi nearby to the tavern as well The movement of the man to his left however took hisd brief attention as the man fell off the stool to the floor in a heap. "I think he had one too much, from what I'm reading off him, his intoxitation levels have been.... reset...."

The woman under the window started briefly as the man hit the floor dead drunk before relaxing once again, one leg over the other as she played, distracted, with a datapad screen. Clearly bored, or something; She seemed agitated, scared, yet the strangely familar presence of another Jedi calmed her, a bit at least. Damned Holocron! was all she could think about. the Sith wanted her because they wanted what secrets the holocron held, Sadly the thing wouldn't shut up for her so she had to hide it yet again to keep it from tempting her. But it never stopped the Sith from tracking her so much, she had barely evaded getting hunted on this backwater world, but with the sudden influx of Force Sensitives....

Memories she did not want came back when she simply remembered the damned holocron. Master Riyec and his first Padawan falling to the Sith Lord, Vinh. Cynthiana nearly fell herself had she not held the Sith off so well with her staffsaber until rescued by Master Androth and the two Padawans with him. She found herself wondering however, in her time hidden on her homeworld of Kuat she had learned that the Purge had all but eliminated the Jedi Order; Vader gave her no heed when she had snuck out of the Temple with the holocron, She had implied to the new Sith Lord that she worked for Chancellor Palpatine directly as one of his personal spies in his network and was sent during the fighting to recover the artefact she carried, Vader believed her.

But Androth! the Sith Lord, Vinh, had struck him down! Because the Sith was after the holocron! She said a silent Jedi Epitath for Master Androth to rest in peace before returning to her drink, distractedly toying with the datapad on the table; seemingly bored for a moment before finishing her drink and taking up the datapad and then taking her leave without a word as a small troop of soldiers stepped in and looked around table to table as she left.

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Aeka rolled her big, amber eyes upon hearing the man's response. Not only was it a weak attempt at flirtation, but it was a waste of her time. She didn't bother to acknowledge the first part of Tuyer's reply, but the latter half did prompt her to glance in the direction of the aforementioned Force Hounds, and then to the woman near the window. She eventually returned her attention to the man to her right.

"As much as I'd love to sit and have small talk with you, I really need to find someone who's willing to make a transaction." she said to him, raising her hand to brush a stray hair into line with the other thousands sprouting from her scalp. She hoped he was interested, or at the very least was savvy enough to point her in the direction of someone who would be. Aeka and her master, Norill, had gathered a fair amount of the parts they needed to fix their spaceship, which was heavily damaged when they crash landed in The Icy Peaks a few months prior. Luckily for them, the people who greeted them were hospitable enough to let them stay at their temple for the time being. They belonged to an order known as The Patronus: a collection of champions who protect this world, known as Terra, from domestic and foreign threats.

Although she had failed to notice the mean looks the Hounds sent her way, Aeka did notice the arrival of another force-sensitive individual. They were presumably a member of Tuyer's party because they headed straight for the table of other Force Hounds. Shortly afterward, the sound of the drunken man hitting the floor caused her to jump a bit. She shook her head. Alcohol dulled the senses and often compelled people to act out in violent and obnoxious manners; she didn't drink for that very reason. "It appears he's done for the night." she said while shaking her head.

Norill continued to converse with the woman whom he had approached earlier, but not without taking notice of the arrival of another force user, and a group of soldiers shortly afterward. Although he didn't pay too much attention to them, because he was more interested in the woman before him, he did glance at them from time to time. They appeared to be searching for something. For what? He had no clue. Hopefully they weren't the trigger-happy type. He was more than familiar with the arrogance that many soldiers tended to develop as a product of their positions.

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"Depends on the transaction" Tuyer replied calmly, he too noticed the group of soldiers going table to table and hoped to the Force that his Force Hounds would stay calm, sadly, since they were Force Hounds, that was not exactly possible when the soldiers turned out to be Sith Troopers searching for something someone carried. These were troops he did not recognise in the slightest.

The soldiers for the moment ignored the woman as she left the tavern. A few minutes and they'd figure out who she was for certain. She never said her name to anyone, nor did she pay with credits, always with hard local currency. The soldiers stopped at Norill's table, the leader of the group, his scarred face seen looked the man over. Trained by the Sith in a few ways to ignore mind tricks the Captain asked while producing a hologram transmitter and activating it, showing a woman in a black minidress with a saberstaff in combat against a swarm of Droids on Moorja a few decades before "Have you seen this woman ? She is carrying an extrely valued item stolen from its keepers and must belocated." The soldiers on the level, were for the moment nice.

Until they got to the Force Hounds, who tried to ignore threm only to start a hell of a bitchfit of a fight from Myth who had not been informed to be on her best behaviours; which lead to a sudden standoff, with Tuyer at the bar rubbing his forehead, Just damned wonderful. The Arkanian Offshoot wasn't exactly happy. But oh well At least nobody was killed..... yet

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The drunken man slowly came to his senses after a few minutes of laying motionless on the floor. His eyes blinked open and he hazily looked at his surroundings. Only after rolling onto his stomach does he attempt to stand, and does so in a shaky manner. He only now notices the militants around the tavern, making him uneased and wondering what was going on. Leaning with one hand on the counter he supports his weight while also leaving a black marking on the counter from his palm.

After this is done he decides that perhaps the militants could help him. He drunkenly grabs one of the soldiers lightly and uses him to support most of his weight. "Sir, would you be able to give me directions? I am rather lost... or something." Every word out of his mouth was slurred but clearly recognizable as Basic.

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A few hours earlier...

"Yeah, alright, but here's the thing," Harvey was saying, scratching an itchy spot right beneath his fedora. Gods help this asshole if he'd been given lice. "I know you're lying, and I've killed all your friends. And also, you don't have a gun. And I do. So you're gonna talk, or I'm going to shoot you. I can shoot you many times without you dying. It's seriously the craziest thing. Technically not allowed, but hey, I don't belong to any precinct. Wanna know where I'll shoot first? Give ya a hint: you need it to walk." The detective grinned at the trembling gangster sitting across from him. He'd almost certainly pissed his pants. The light was a little dim, but you just kind of know when someone does that.

"C'mon man, you know I can't work with no fuzz." The chap's voice cracked halfway through. One of the dead bodies nearby twitched a little. That was always a little creepy.

"I've got..." Harvey checked the twelve slots of his specially-made firearm (the other one was still holstered), "seven reasons that say other why. The seventh has you eating dirt. Talk. Now."

Now.

Detective Warren opened the door to the Penance, his energized metallic armor slightly visible from beneath his sleuth-inclined dark trench coat. The matching fedora shadowed his eyes which, before long, caught sight of an increasingly hostile situation. Jinkies. Better give that one a wide berth. And he did.

The ruggedly handsome thirty-something year old made his way to the bar where there was a - YOWZA, check her out. Though he'd never really been attracted to someone so... feline... before, well, he believed that change was good. He picked a spot near the aforementioned woman and the silver-haired male she appeared to be speaking to and tapped on the bar with a gloved finger to get the bartender's attention. Pretty soon he was being served a small glass of orange juice - with pulp.

Better lay low. His two pythons mutedly hummed with energy beneath his coat. He'd wait till the heat died down a little before resuming his investigation. No sense in dying in a ratty old bar. Though to be fair, his mother had always told him he would. He hoped she didn't moonlight as a fortune teller. If anyone looked his way, he'd give a small nod, but otherwise kept his head low.

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Aeka's eyes darted around the bar to see if anyone else was attempting to listen in on their conversation. That's when she noticed the soldiers moving from table to table. Her eyes widened when she saw them approached the table that Norill was sitting at. Oh please don't say anything to provoke him.... She thought to herself. Although her master was by no means belligerent, he had no qualms with throwing blows with someone who he felt insulted him...and that wasn't a hard thing to do when one took his arrogance into account. She sighed and shook her head before returning her attention to Tuyer. Aeka leaned in close and lowered her voice to a volume approaching a whisper, "We have acquired high-power weaponry that could be very useful to you, or someone you're close with."

Norill shifted his gaze to the group of soldiers that approached his table, swinging one arm over the back of his chair and kicking one leg over his knee. He gave the holographic image a long look. It didn't take him long to realize that it was the very same woman who left the tavern moments before, but he decided to keep that information to himself.

"Never seen her in my life." he replied frankly, "But I'll tell you what, she knows her way around a saberstaff."

She wasn't better than him of course, but she still displayed a laudable degree of skill. Norill watched as the soldiers made their way over to the group of Force Hounds, who, apparently didn't take kindly to the authoritarian air that they carried with them, because a standoff broke out shortly afterward. The jedi rose to his feet, making sure to grab his female companion by the hand and escort her over to where Aeka and Tuyer were standing. If things went downhill, he could just toss her over the counter-top so she wouldn't get gunned down or something.

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Tuyer listened as Aeka spokem, that made sense Softly replying he said "Weapons like that could have good buyers of the right roads and tradespines" He said, The black market was one place to go, yet if a pair of Jedi had the weapons and were willing to sell them. "High power weapons, ship mounted or held ?" If it were held weapons, what he wouldn't give for his Force Hounds to have some firepower.

The Sith officer gave Norill a sidelong glance. Turning tohis comrade he spoke briefly in a strange dialect but nodded, turning back to Norill the Sithspawn smiled "You are certain you have not seen her ? What about this ?" The image showed an ancient sith holocron then, the fist sized balllike thing floated off the holoprojector.

The Force Hounds were clearly not happy, out od the three, Vir was the only one still sitting, so much for keeping Gozen calm, the male Force Hound had gotten to his feet so qwuickly his chair went flying. Vir gave her master a sidelong glace as if to tell him, 'I tried, blame Myth, please'

Tuyer merely briefly nodded towards Vir, she had done her best, that was what counted. Turning as Norill arrived with a lady on his arm, interesting, so the Jedi were allowing family within their ranks now ? It edidn't matter. The captain of the sith troops went table to table and ignoring his own men went right to Aeka and Tuyer with the same questions he'd asked Norill, replaying the holoprojector. Tuyer shook his head, he'd only briefly seen a woman looking the same, but not exact her. If it was the same woman, he wasn't sure.

He did say one thing though "She does show skill with a saberstaff" He had no idea of the forms the girl was using, but she looked to handle herself even against droidikas.

It was then everything went to shit as Gozen lost his temper and ended up throwing a table into the sith troopers

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"They're hand-held." she interjected, "Plasma-based, to be exact." Aeka reached into her pocket to fetch her holoprojector and placed it on the counter between them. It was a slate gray, rectangular device with a small lens in the very center, which flared to life when she tapped it with her finger. Ebullient photons coalesced into a coherent image of one of the weapons they had in stock. The Directed Plasma Rifle, or DPR, was the preferred weapon of numerous factions across Terra such as the Terran Militia. While conventional weapons relied on the kinetic energy of solid projectiles to damage targets, the DPR employed bundles of ionized gas, or "plasma", traveling at high-speed to burn and incinerate enemies. She let the holographic image rotate for a few seconds as she gave him the rundown on the weapon's specifics before tucking it back into her pocket.

Norill furrowed his brow as the soldier continued prodding him for answers. He was surprised to see the image of a Sith holocron emerge from the holoprojector. Who was this woman and what had she gotten herself into? She must have stolen it, and these men were responsible for recovering it. After a moment of musing, Norill shook his head. "Never seen that thing before in my life." He waved them off before heading over to Aeka and Tuyer.

He glanced over his shoulder upon hearing a clamorous sound, only to see that one of the other patrons had thrown an entire table into the armed men. "Looks like they're going to need our merchandise after all."

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Ominous creaking from all around, and those that cared to watch would notice the accelerated aging of the structure of the building happening at an astonishingly fast rate, wood rotting, visible metal rusting over. Groans sounded all over the building, settling into silence for a final moment of peace.

The gunshot report of a structural beam collapsing seemed impossibly loud, as the soft, weakened support snapped like a twig, and with it, the roof canted dangerously inwards, plaster breaking free, practically aging into dust in mid-fall, the gap growing cracks that spider-webbed across the ceiling. A beam fell free, slamming in the counter and collapsing it as the sides simply gave out, billowing sawdust and broken, worn shards of marble shattered from the now decrepit top. As it fell, it broke into pieces on contact with the splitting floor. The damage to the counter was a catalyst, disturbing the balance of the shelves on the wall behind it, already under pressure from the bowing wall behind it, tipping forward to dump the bottles of alcohol, glasses, china, and silverware it had born onto the floor in a cacophony of pops, clatters, and shatters. The upper office at the rear groaned before it's supports gave, sending the room crashing into the ground in a pile of splinters.

The mysterious collapse had proceeded slowly until that point, a few minutes of time as the weakest links in the building came free. Like a river that had been wearing at a dam, it began to come apart at the seams with incredible swiftness.

The rear of the building led the tidal wave of disaster, the office had been a lynchpin of it's integrity. The inner supports of the wall snapped like toothpicks, sending slivers of wood and fittings through the wall like gunshots as the plaster shattered like safety glass, the ceiling caving in like an inverted wave as the wall gave. The impact into the floor crushed wood, cement, metal, plaster, and glass as though under a hammer, now ancient tables and chairs slammed into the growing pile of debris with nearly no resistance. Floorboards split into fibers under the weight of the impact, as the wave compromised yet more struts that held the ceiling's bulk, snapping them as tinder before coming down with sudden finality. Dust, laden with the scent of rot and decay, billowed heavy in the inside air, muted pops as miraculously surviving bottles, lightbulbs, and neon signs gave under the pressure descending on them. Half collapsed, a freak support stood for a few precious moments, squealing and flexing.

Then a knot in the wood burst free to smash through the softened door, the pillar cracking in half and allowing the collapse further, until but the span of a couple dozen heartbeats later, all that remained of the Penance Tavern was a lump of debris and ruin. Where the kitchen had been, one of the tanks of propane that resided within was puncture by the steel support bar, the settling of the wreckage making contact with a torn wiring to produce a spark. The gas ignited, a heartbeat later the tank blew like a bomb, setting off the other three in sequence like a bizarre string of overgrown firecrackers. Punishing the rubble further, and igniting spilled cooking oil somewhere under the shattered husk.

Flames sprang to life quickly in the rotted dry wood and treated timber that was plentiful there, and soon what had been a tavern of some small fame (or infamy, some might say), would be nothing more than an inferno.

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On the wall, a poster, recently put up, read:

Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza Spectacular!!!
Join your host Cassius Countdankworth for a Cabaret and Burlesque show that you will never forget!
Why not enjoy a free spirit or two while you enjoy the entertainment? Which will include: pole dancing, fire juggling, knife throwing, acrobatics, singing and dancing, all performed by some of Terra’s finest beauties.
Starts 10pm on Saturday 1st December at The Grinning Ghoul! See you there!

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Under the streets of Wing City, amongst the network of catacombs and basement dwellings connected by sewerage pipes and tunnels, stood a burned out ruin. All that remained of what was once, the roughest pub in Wing City. A black stain in amongst the grey despair and brown sludge that made up the Slum Walks and Undermarket.
However, it was here that Tesslar had chosen to use as his centre of operations. The builders (ones Tesslar had picked up using a combination of mind control and the promise of good pay) had already been brought in with steel rods, wooden beams, bricks and mortar salvaged from God knows where, and were hard at work, rebuilding the outside, the upper office and the Judicarius Conference room (whilst adding in a few extra features!) Reinforced, concrete cells, with bullet and magic proof glass doors, had been the first things go up, and the prisoners inside them could only look on as, by Tesslar's design, a quintessential English pub quickly began to take shape, concealing a massive corrugated steel warehouse at the back of it…!

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At long last, the pub renovations were almost complete. The foundations had been pretty sound, so all that there was to do was to build up on top.
Looking like a Georgian shop front, with square lead windows, black walls for the ground floor and buff walls for the upper, it looked fairly innocuous, and already had a sign outside saying: The Penance Tavern now open. Under new management! Welcome all!
Inside, it was dark and gloomy, with wooden chairs and tables, a pool table (that also doubled as a poker table) dart board and solid oak bar, manned by an odd looking fellow whom Tesslar had met in the market, called Smiler Mcpsycho (So called because, when he smiled, he looked as though he was about to kill you! And most probably was!)
There was also a stage and poles for Tesslar's performers to entertain the guests with while they had a drink or a gamble... And a few had already started to check the place out! However, when they asked Smiler about putting anything on the tab, he simply smiled his ghoulish smile, held up an axe and said, “Give us yeh fingers. Yeh can av em back when yev paid!”
Everything was going to plan. Ok, so it wasn't quite the Slick Cassino that he had in mind, still, it was better than nothing!
Making his way to the combination of steel and reinforced concrete warehouse, Tesslar opened the door with a wave of his paw and entered, the door closing behind him. “Anything happening out there, Narkskull?” he asked.
The cyborg turned away from the wall of screens in his swivel chair and shook his head. “No sign of the escapee or the friend she was with, Sir. We're monitoring every camera in the city though, so it's only a matter of time. He can't hide forever, and Evilyne will be watching when he comes out of his hole-!”
At that moment, there came a frantic bleeping! It was coming from the super computer itself! Narkskull hurried over, punched a button on the keyboard and a map of the city appeared on the monitor, a red dot flashing in the area where the hospital was situated. “Target 254 identified and located!” Evilyne announced in her monotone voice. “Mobile phone signal detected at Wing City Hospital, Level 6. Now can I go back to sleep?”
“No you cannot, you wretched box!” Tesslar snapped. “Get the Hospital up on screen, this instant!”
Seconds later, the screens on the far wall flashed up with images of Wing City Hospital, and Tesslar eagerly zoomed in on one of them. He smiled avidly when he saw a familiar cat woman talking to a strange man outside the Pharmacy. “Found you, my pretty!” He chuckled.
“Warning!” Evilyne chimed in. “Detecting Aschen technologies! Detecting Aschen technologies!”
“Oh no! Not those bastards!” Tesslar groaned, taking up his staff. “Rats! A call to arms! Lawrence! I'm opening a portal to level 6 Wing City Hospital! Find the traitor! Kill her before the Aschen get their stinking mits on her! And I want her properly dead this time Lawrence!!!”

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Tesslar and Narkskull watched intently as the scene on the screens unfolded: the silent hospital shoot out, the rivers of blood, dead bodies littering the corridor… Tesslar chuckled. It was like watching a really good war film! He liked war films... but aha! There was Larry and his Rat Crew! Chasing their injured quarry up the stairs and through the hospital…! “Go on! Grab her Man! What is wrong with you!” Tesslar roared at the screens (And Larry flinched as though he could hear him!)
Finally, an image of the roof appeared onscreen and Tesslar chuckled once again. “There she is, my little snitch! You're cornered now aren't you…? Hey! What just happened?! NARKSKULL!”
Narkskull frantically tapped a multitude of buttons on the keyboard...! “Something has knocked the cameras out Sir!” He said. “I can't get them back on!”
“Dang and Blast!” Tesslar railed. “When I find out who is responsible for this, I shall chew them up and use them as Pokemon food...!”

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“Now, Lawrence. I'm going to ask you one more time. WHAT HAPPENED out there?!”
Lawrence was in his usual relaxed repose, hanging upside down in mid air, while Tesslar pointed the staff at his chest! “We were overwhelmed sir!” He explained (though it was hard to speak with the blood rushing to his head!)
“By WHOM!”
“The-the Fleabag! I almost had it, I swear! But then its friend appeared...! And what with the Aschen sticking their oar in where it wasn't wanted-!”
“Which friend?” Tesslar demanded.
“The Silver one! I saw it on the roof! It had something in its hand... a kind of gold orb…!”
“An Apple!” Tesslar whispered, ignoring the rest of Larry's feeble excuses. “So that was what knocked things out!” He looked at his staff, at the ornate holder at the top, designed for holding an Apple Of Eden. “I cannot deny that I have long desired such an object,” he said to himself. “To reunite the Apple with it's staff would make me unstoppable! And then I could finally teach those Aschen Scumbags once and for all, not to march all over MY turf-!”
“Sir! You've got to see this!” said Narkskull suddenly.
“See what?” asked Tesslar, snapping back to reality and letting Larry drop to ground with a dull “thud!”
Narkskull pointed at the wide, LG flat screen, which was tuned to an Aschen News channel:

“Terran insurgents attempt assassination on Grand Confessor Kesslee!” the broadcaster announced.

(“What? That prick that opened fire on innocent civilians? In a hospital no less?” Exclaimed Tesslar, making a great display of tutting and shaking his head. “What a pity they didn't succeed!”)

“While inspecting Terran medical facilities, Grand Confessor Kesslee came under attack from the manifold, vile, and monstrous enemies of the empire,” the voice droned on.

“One insurgent, identified as a young Felid-xenos entity with no known public records, and the alias 'Jazzimore' pulled a vile weapon of destruction against the noble grand confessor; in an unprovoked attempt upon his life. Assisted by the Terran Arch-terrorist Militant identified as Kurt Bannon, the insurgent drew her weapon in an attempt to take Kesslee's life, before fleeing in the presence of the noble Confessor Ayla Kayama, and the members of the Imperial Intelligence Agency's InOps Division, whom valiantly, and selflessly gave their lives to protect Grand Confessor Kesslee.

Agents of the Confessor Cabal, and the Imperial Intelligence Agency attempted to pursue the subjects, but the subjects managed to escape through the assistance of an unidentified felid-xenos entity who has been confirmed as a third militant assisting in the assassination of Grand Confessor Kesslee. (The image of Munkustrap appeared on the screen).

The United Aschen Empire is offering a reward of two hundred thousand cubits to information leading to the identification, and apprehension of these militants, so that they may be tried, and brought to justice to the fullest extent of Aschen Law!

Our noble brothers and sisters serving the Imperial Government will not tire until these vile terrorists are found, and calls out the Terrorists, let them know that wherever they may hide, they will not be able to hide from Imperial justice forever!”


After watching this, Tesslar quietly stroked his chin fur, his mind working overtime. Getting his revenge on Munkustrap would have to take a back seat, for it appeared that a bigger enemy was afoot. A MUCH bigger enemy! And it was time to show them who was boss! They would rue the day they messed with Tesslar! “I'll wash them back down whatever drain they crawled out of!” He muttered darkly.

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