Ku'sata Tadji's Dwelling <<Now a heap of rubble>>

[Jazhara Akkaro]

A 3 story house belonging to Ku'sata Tadji; Jazhara's former guardian.

[Jazhara Akkaro]

Jazhara walked to the street that Kusata's house was on, eyeing the suroundings. There wer a couple of shady-looking thugs watching the house. Already Jazhara was forming a second plan- other than getting in the house via front door.
::I'd better get in unoticed by them. Looks like I can't knock. Oh, well.::
*walks a distance until she is out of their sight, then doubles back behind the house*
*activates her hover pack and glides to the roof*
Jazhara made a note of the amount of beings outside the house that might prove to be hostile. 3.
::Why am I always coming down through the ceiling?:: *looks around for an opening without damaging the house* ::Oh, great:: *slides down the smoke vent*
*she coughs and lands on one knee, one foot, and one hand*

*the room is utterly dark* Jazhara remained motionless for 30 seconds, her only movment was slipping out her blaster.
::Okay, sombody needs to clean this place up...:: *notices that most of the furniture is smashed up and the windows have locks*
*she stands, brushing off her dark cloak with a gloved hand*
"AHEM."
*steps across the darkened room and broken furniture*
*mutters* "Well, I didn't expect a big welcoming party."
::He probably has hidden cameras somewhere, I wish he would put them in obvious places.::
Jazhara stepped in front of the wall, and raised her voice. "Come on down, old friend, you wouldn't want to keep someone who was supposed to knock first enter by different means?"
*turns slowly*

[Jazhara Akkaro]

*Jazhara's foot catches on a piece of broken equipment*
::Where is the blasted door??::
*she grows tired of waiting for Ku'sata to appear and tripping over furniture and whips out her comlink to call him*
*pushes comm numbers in the dark and enters it*
::He's going to be sorry:: -.-

*she enters a wrong number; Xy'eth's comm*

[Jazhara Akkaro]

*gets put on hold and stares at her comlink*
::That didn't sound at all like Ku'sata! ::
*ends transmission and slipps the comlink back in her pocket*
*makes her way to the door and bumps into the frame*
"Ku'sata, you're going to be sorry!"

*the lights blink on*
"Sorry, I- hic- had to know if it was -hic- you."

Jazhara spun around to face Ku'sata by the door, holding a blaster. She placed a hand on her side, and walked over to Ku'sata and took his weapon.
"Your blaster would work much better if it had a power-pack." She jammed the blaster ammo in and handed it back to the stout man.
"Hi. So what's all this about your life in danger?"
"*hic* It is!"
*raises an eyebrow* "Doesn't look like it..."
Ku'sata patted her arm and motioned to another room. "I'll tell you everything, just *hic* sit down for a minute. I didn't *hic* hear you knock..."
"That would be because I didn't."
"Oh."
*Jazhara follows him into another room*

[Jazhara Akkaro]

Ku’sata threw his blaster on a coffee table and motioned for Jazhara to sit on a slightly damaged couch. “Sorry about the mess. I’ve been sort of using furniture as *hic* window defenses.” Jazhara looked around the enclosed room. “This is terribly comfortable compared to your last house.”
*nods* “I won it off some guys at the *hic* cantina. Dirt cheap too! I was bluffing with 3 Saccé cards. .”
Jazhara looked at him in amazment. “You won a whole HOUSE in a bluff!?”
*shrugs* “I was going lucky. The guy didn’t think I could possibly win the *hic* match; he made a joke about betting his house, I took the bet- I won with a 6 played on a grakt vine card.”

[Jazhara Akkaro]

Jazhara turned her head to eye the elegant furnishings. ”Not exactly what I’m used to,” Ku’sata admitted, “But I’m *hic* learning.” Jazhara strode to the cabinet and opened it. Displayed inside were bottles and bottles of Bothan wine and urqal.
“Ku’sata… ?”
“The Bothan wine isn’t mine!!!” Ku’sata protested. Jazhara shook her head and gave an aggravated sigh. “I didn’t come all this way to admire your urqal collection.” She folded her arms. “Get straight to the truth.”
“Once again, you show your wonderful ability to-“
“Out with it.”
”The guy I won the *hic* house from? He’s out to kill me.”
“So?”
“So!?” Ku’sata yelped, “my life is in danger every night now! I only have 3 weeks of food and *cough hic* urqal left!! I look out the window and see his hit men outside!! You are the only one who can help me! *falls on his knees* Pleeeeease! *wrings his hands*”

[Jazhara Akkaro]

“You are drunk.” Jazhara sat down, crossing her legs. “Get up, and explain this to me reasonably.”
*heaves himself up and sits on the couch* “Where should I *hic* start?”
“The part after you won the house. Who did you win it from?”
“A Whiphid named Rhajr. He’s one of the wealthiest, luckiest (or was until he met me!) filthy slobs around this district. If he doesn’t win, he orders his henchmen to take the winder out to the back alley. Then they beat him up.”
Jazhara waits, imagining the Whiphid in her mind. “Go on,”
”So, after they beat the guy up, they-“
“After that part.”
“So Rahjr has the reputation of being the guy you don’t want to gamble with. But he makes such good offers that you can’t refuse!!” Ku’sata said eagerly. “Since you know I don’t approve of your gambling or drink, you might leave that detail out in case I grow tired and walk out.”

[Jazhara Akkaro]

“Right!” Kusata said hastily, and continued, “well, this stinking Whiphid challenged anyone to bet him with… um… but no one would because he just won 4000 credits and was drunk like evil.
“And you actually gambled with this guy?? *shocked* “How low have you fallen!?”
”I was desperate. I wanted to get off planet,” Kusata grumbled. “Desperate enough to wager Rhajr.”
“NEVER be that desperate.” Jazhara admonished.
*sighs* “You’re right. I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, you made the mistake of not calling me to come pick you off planet.”
“I didn’t think you would!”
*reconsiders* “Well, never mind that now. So: You are in so called danger-“
”The kind where I’d be picked up in pieces.“ he interjected- “- and what do you want me to do about it?” Jazhara asked, narrowing her blue eyes.

[Jazhara Akkaro]

“Could you maybe tell Rhajr to lay off a bit? Just a tiny bit? I know it WAS his house, but it’s mine now.”
*stares* “You… want me….to ..?”
“Intimidate him!!! Stars’ sake! You’re a bounty hunter!! Threaten him! Beat him up!! ”
“Yeah, like he actually knows who I am.” She replied sarcastically.
*Kusata looks at her* ”It’s time for you to make a name for yourself.” *sighs* “Is this what it has come too? Please, oh, please don’t tell me you got yourself into this mess to …push me from my contented space in the shadows!”
”Believe me, I would have thought of a different way to do that. And no, I’m not. I’m asking you to do this… from th every bottom of my heart.” *he looks at her with saddened eyes*

[Jazhara Akkaro]

Jazhara gave a ragged sigh. “Oh, very well.” She said slowly, placing a hand against her dark hair.
*looks at her with pride* “ When you did that, you looked just like your… *pauses* yes well. What else do you need to know?”
Jazhara stood. “Where can I find these slugs?”
”The main Fondorian cantina, can’t miss it. He’s probably it that stupid little booth of his. Him and his stupid little entourage with their stupid little blasters.”
*nods and twirls her blaster* “Don’t open the door to strangers. I’ll be back.” *give him a last look, and then exits the house via roof again*

[Jazhara Akkaro]

*3 nasty beings set explosives around the house*

*everything goes KABOOOM*
*explosion is heard for miles*

<This House Has Been Destroyed>