A'denla's Story

The Broken Astromech was a dive bar on a back water space station by the name of the Gregorian. This bar was the preferred hang out of scum from all over the galaxy. This is the reason A'denla hung out there. She could have a few drinks and occasionally get a contract. Sometimes she was lucky enough to get a contract and her target just happened to be in the bar.

Currently, A'denla was sitting in the corner with her feet up on a table. She was reading a magazine and sipping on some kind of alcoholic beverage. Her helmet sat on the table and her rifle was leaned against the wall next to her. Not a soul in the bar dared get closer than four tables away.

She was hoping to here some news on a good friend of hers, but she wasn't confident. If A'denla got any news on her friend it would probably that the found his body in space somewhere. A'denla had come to terms with the death of her friend, but she was still hopeful.

The station was not so unaccustomed to newcomers that a hooded figure stepped into the bar just to smile like the devil himself just to then lay his eyes upon the lone figure of a woman with skills and abilities. Those who feared this woman would note that the hooded figure did not as he approached her just to take a seat before the woman just to then chuckle.

"You know a little bird had once told me to look in all the right places. Truly the force does work in mysterious ways." The hooded figure would lean in a bit just to pull away the magazine from the woman before him just to chuckle a bit as he wanted to get a good look upon his treasure. "Do you know who I am?"

As A'denla's magazine was pulled away her expression went from bored to interested. She studied the figure before her. Jedi. No, that wasn't right. Ashan had once told her that not everyone who used the force was a jedi. What were the ones with the red lightsabers called?

It came to her. Sith. A'denla knew exactly who this was now. The man before her was Ashan's employer: Darth Mor. The man could probably see the realization on A'denla's face as she came to this. She thought for a moment before replying. She had to choose her words carefully if she wanted to survive this encounter.

"You are Darth Mor," said A'denla, "You're a Sith Lord, and an employer of a good friend of mine." A'denla took a sip of her alcoholic beverage, "So what brings you to the Broken Astromech?"

Mor leaned back in his seat just to then smirk a bit while pulling back his hood. The scars upon the mans face were a clear sign of battle and self mutilation but before A'denla was not a cold blooded killer but a man seeking to expand what is rightfully his. "I am Mor yes. I also employ many people." Mor began to chuckle a bit only to then offer his hand to the woman. "You see I came here today to find you in particular. You see I wish for your services in order to keep things in order."

Mor's scars didn't shock A'denla in the least. She had seen far worse things on Nal Hutta. Hutts were sick bastards. However his attitude commanded respect, A'denla liked that.

"I haven't had a contract for a few weeks," said A'denla, "I'd be more than willing to work for you, but I charge a flat rate, no negotiations. I need room and board, perhaps fifty thousand credit, and some information." When it came to business A'denla would change her policies for no one, not even a Sith Lord. Hopefully this didn't get A'denla killed, she liked living on the edge and maybe that was about to catch up to her.

Mor was listening all to intently to what was being said to him and smiled only to lean in and instead of offering a quick response to her demands or trying to offer a counter deal. No instead Mor simply chuckled a bit and glanced down at the table just to raise his left hand towards A'denla and with his will conjured the force to constrict her throat and raise her up a bit from her seat. "Let me tell you something of my past history before I became the man I am now." the patrons of the bar suddenly jumped to their feet and even some drew weapons out towards the sith lord who apparently was testing the boundaries of his fellow compatriots at the Broken Astromech.

"Before I even realized the full extent of my abilities I knew I was special. The days before I began my training I was a rather well beloved noble whose medical background allowed me to save many lives." Mor began to step around the table and moved his hand over sending the woman up against a wall with little effort just to then turn to the crowd and grin sending some running for their lives. Turning his attention back to the woman he had been searching for Mor just began to laugh like a madman.

"You know I could break every bone in your body and then use your genetic material to make an exact replica of you. The skills that make you unique can be required through other means which I have so do not fret." Mor loosened his grip upon the woman's neck just to then take a step closer to her. "I will offer you the information that you seek and you should be considered lucky to even survive after how you talked to me. If you knew who I was then you should not have mistaken this meeting as something I am pleased about."

A'denla kept as calm as she could through the whole floating thing. She had seen Ashan do similar things to thugs that wanted his credits. She went into her happy place as Mor spoke to her. In her head she was standing above a crowd of thousands of Mandolorians. She heard them chant 'Mandolore'. This was one of her desires.

As she came back to real life she was up against a wall. When Mor offered the information A'denla thought 'Now we're getting somewhere'. A'denla composed herself, "All I want to know is if you have heard anything about a dead Sethion by the name of Ashan Starek. If you give me this I'll do whatever you want!"

"Ashan Starek is not dead girl. Ashan Starek works for me and is very much healthy I assure you." Mor offered his hand just to then pull her up if she took it. "You like him shall fall under my banner now with no questions asked."

A'denla took the Sith Lord's hand. She was suddenly satisfied with herself. The man before her had just given her the best news she had received since she learned that she was of mandolorian blood. A'denla suddenly had a new reason to live and she was going to be the best soldier Mor had. The galaxy would know the name of A'denla.

A literal handful of electronics debris spit out from the Shadow Phoenix and floated in a scatter off into space. Immediately after, the warp drives engaged.