Kavar sighed, happy to be out of the dark passageways of Nurka lair. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the fresh air, and soaking up the sunlight. Then, slowly, he exhaled, sat down, and began to meditate.
For nearly an hour he sat there, in front of the great, copper plated doors of Nurka's palace. Meditating, sensing his surroundings, and feeling things with the force. Many things he saw. There were children playing across the street. A food vendor advertised his product. A swoop race was being held downtown, and many people were attending. Life was going on as normal. But something else was their too. A dark energy, twisted, evil. There was more going on here than met the eye. A plot was unfolding, the dark side moving. And Nurka was pulling the strings. It was time for Kavar to pull a few of his own strings. The situation was not lost. Not yet.
Xyrus had stopped in at the cantina for a few drinks. Around him sat thugs, alien mercenaries, space pilots, swoop racers, drug dealers, and a whole lot of people who seemed down on their luck. The Cantina was a dangerous place, yes, but also a good place to hide if you knew how. As neon lights flashed near the ceiling, illuminating the bar, Xyrus waited. It would only be a few days. He had what he wanted, now he just had to lay low for a while, and avoid that Jedi. In a few days the Sith fleet would arrive, to escort the valuable Jedi artifact back to Korriban. It wouldn't be long now.
Xyrus got up and walked over to the center of the room, where the bar tender stood behind the counter, next to an assortment of loud, rusty brewing machines. "I'll have another drink, same as last time." he mumbled. Taking the drink, he walked back to his table and sat down. As a Sith, Xyrus had greater physical stamina, and was more immune to alcohol than most people. Still, he was beginning to feel the effects of too many drinks. "Ok, last one," he mumbled to himself. "Don't want to be drunk if more bounty hunters show up." He smiled to himself. Two bounty hunter corpses already lay in the corner of the cantina, where they had been dragged after Xyrus had mercilessly slaughtered them.
It was time to be going anyway. The Sith got up and walked to the door. Instantly, a blade of blue light shot across the doorway, and Xyrus found himself with Kavar's saber across his throat. "What do you want from me?" asked Xyrus, stepping outside, the blue lightsaber still dangerously close to beheading him, "If you wish to kill me, then get it over with."
"I wish for your cooperation," Kavar replied. "I have a proposal to make."