Star Wars : The New Sith Crisis

A view into Deena's life

90 % credit goes to Tien for this character, because she is the one working on her . 10% credit goes to me, because I drew the picture that got Tien to start writing about Deena Onee . I hope nobody minds if Dagmar is injured a little bit . Its just a little bit and he won't die from it .

Dagmar rested his elbows on the dirty bar and surveyed the occupants of the small pub on Nar Shadaa. He couldn't decide whether to kill his quarry here, or wait till he was outside .Every sentient in this bar had at least one weapon, maybe more . The obese man sitting in the far booth with the Twi-lek female on his arm and the Wookiee bodyguard was the one with the weapons cache . All Dagmar had to do was kill his companions and remove the location of the weapons from the man's mind, then it would be a quick but painful death for the fat man . Dagmar had almost decided to kill him here, when someone walking into the pub caught his attention . The Force was strong with this one, wild and un-tamed, but very strong . As he studied the humanoid in the long gray robes, Dagmar decided, yeah he wanted that power on his side .

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Deena stood just inside the doorway, not trying for a dramatic entrance, but to find all means of exit, in case of a fight . Various aliens drank, played sabacc and talked all through the dark room , the only notable person was a wacko in a strange uniform .She walked over near the rear door and sat down in a rickety chair, next to a small round table . One look from her cold eyes and the other people at the table hurridly left, muttering excuses to their friends . A snap of her fingers brought a server droid scurrying to her side . "May I inquire as to your order, sentient ?" it sqeaked, its vocal motivators obviously out of repair . Deena slowly looked up at it, her eyes noting the rust and dirt that covered it ." Water, pure ." She said menacingly . The droid looked flustered and brought up a holo of various ales, wines and intoxicants ." Would you like anything in that ?" It still sounds sqeaky, she thought and then answered," Yes, I would like . . . ice ." The droid made an affirmative bleep and rolled off toward the kitchen . Deena took the risk of glancing from the corner of her eye at her target . Two companions , one female Twi-lek, one large male Wookiee armed with bow-caster and large sword . She mentally asessed the danger the represented and pleased with the results , started to stand just as a tall human sat down next to her . " Oh please stay . I don't want to drive you off ." the man said ." I'm Genrod and your name is ? " Deena stared at him, making him hastily avert his eyes ." None of your business ." she said slowly, her voice dripping with malice . Genrod drunkenly moved a hand visibly near her knee," So want to have a drink with me , baby ?" Deena shoved his hand away as it brushed her leg ." Touch me again and you'll lose your hand ." she said quietly ." Genrod stared at her for a minute and tryed again, going for her leg once more . Deena instantly reacted, standing and flashing her hand over her shoulder and grasping the hilt of her broadsword beneath her long gray robes . With a long metallic swipe, she drew the sword and swung down . Genrod stared stupidly at his hand laying on the ground , then the pain kicked in . Screaming in pain, he stood and staggered out of the pub . Deena glanced around . The entire bar was watching her . The blood slid off the blade of her sword, removed by the Force, and she sat back down . The droid came rolling over with a tall glass of water ." Your refreshment, sentient . Enjoy ." Deena sniffed it, searching for traces of drugs and sipped it .

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Dagmar cursed as his target stood and moved out of the bar . That person in the robes had scared him off with her sword trick, now he wasn't so sure he wanted that power around him . Standing quickly and gulping down his nerf milk ( hey, he has a weak stomach ), Dagmar followed him out . His fingers clenched around his lightsaber beneath his tunic as he stepped out and turned after his quarry .

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Deena watched the wacko in the uniform leave as soon as the merchant stepped out . Definetly following him, she thought . Calmly, Deena finished her water and stood, then strolled out the door .

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Dagmar stood still as the trio walked into a alley, unknowing of his presence . Seconds later, he slid up and standing in the entrance to the alley, whistled sharply . The merchant and his Twi-lek floozie turned slowly, the Wookiee body-guard whirling quickly, his bow-caster coming up and ready to shoot . Dagmar smiled and activated his lightsaber, the crimson glow lighting up the dark alley . The merchant cursed," Jedi, Herlbaar, kill him ." he shouted, grabbing the Twi-lek by the arm and dragging her after him . Herlbaar roared an affirmative and shot off a bow-caster quarrel . Dagmar wheeled and stepped into the path of the energy bolt and swung his lightsaber . The quarrel flew straight back at the surprised Wookiee, who threw up his bow-caster in an attempt to block it . The weapon exploded in its hands and roaring in pain, the Wookiee drew its sword and charged at Dagmar who met his assault with a quick thrust to the heart . The Twi-lek tore loose from the merchant and pulled a tiny blaster from a hidden holster . Before she could get off a shot, Dagmar fried her where she stood with a blast of lightning . " I believe you know what I want, fatso ." Dagmar snarled at the shivering merchant ." Where are the weapons ." and lifted the fat man up in the air by his throat ." I want answers ! " he shouted in the merchants face ." And so do I ." a cold voice said from behind ."

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Deena walked into the alley and saw the uniformed wacko holding up her quarry with a grip on his throat ." But, I'm not likely to get answer, not at least, until you leave ." and pulled her broadsword from her shoulder-sheath . The wacko stared at her and began to laugh maniacally .

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Dagmar couldn't control his mirth ." You think you can fight me with that ?" he gasped out between guffaws . He released his grip on the merchants throat ans let him fall to the ground . " I am Dagmar, dark lord of the Sith . I have killed many and I shall you to that number ."

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Deena found this hilariously funny, even though she didn't show it outwardly . " You may be Dagmar, but you are also crazy, inept, a retard among Gammoreans, and a prideful idiot . Really, who designed your outfit ? I've seen better on a Tusken Raider , Oh and that hair , the buzz really does not fit with the long in the back ." She finished her scathing reply and waited for an answer .

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Dagmar's face went totally red and his hands clenched around his lightsaber . Yelling madly he ran at the gray-robed woman .

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Deena sidestepped his charge and dropped her long robes, leaving herself in a simple gray tunic with black leggings . She flicked the catch on her broadsword's hilt and the blade fell away, activating a crimson blade, much like the wacko's . Deena swung her transformed broadsword up and blocked a slash and answered with a cut to Dagmar's shoulder .While the phsycho was screaming and calling her names, describing the ways he was gonna kill her, Deena stayed silent, preferring to save her breath for the fight . Her lightsaber flashed out and severed his belt, dropping pouches and various articles to the ground . Dagmar shouted in anger and swung back, narrowly missing her head . Deena used the oppurtunity to swing up and scrape her blade across his ribs . Dagmar fell, his body convulsing, not dead, but not in very good shape either . Deena blew some hair out of her face and turned to the merchant, who had fainted in fear . Reaching out in the Force as well as she could, she removed the location of the weapons from his mind . Picking up the blade of her broadsword, Deena locked it into place and slid it into its sheath . Grabbing her long robe, she walked back toward the docking bay where Darkfire was berthed .
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Deena flew her vessel through the canyons of buildings on Nar Shadaa, searching for a certain address . When she found it, Deena aimed her weapons and let loose with a long salvo of laser fire, destroying the rooms where the contraband weapons were kept . Now to go to that Republic officer and collect my fee, she thought .

Posted by Nate at September 20, 2004 09:48 PM