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Serena wakes to being dragged across a grimey floor, her hands shackled behind her back. Her vision is impaired as two large figures drag her through a poorly lit hallway. Yet again, she was taunted into another trap. Her mission was to observe Geruda the Hutts palace from the inside to see if the hutt was aiding the Republic by sending them supplys. She was chosen for the mission because she was both cunning and was a powerful enemy. She had posed as a famous mercenary so that the hutt would let her gain access to his palace. Unfortunetly, her cover was blown by an associate of the mercenary she was posing as and taunted her into a trap, placing her in her current predicament. The two figures dragged her through a doorway and dragged her to her feet in front of the vile gangster. "Why must you Imperials feel the urge to snoop around every corner of the galaxy, why have you infiltrated my castle Sith scum" the slimy Hutt said, licking his mouth with his large tounge.

Blaster bolts slammed into the metal barricades the three sith were hiding behind. Lucrezia, Jan, and Eona had yet again ran into another Tusken Raider ambush in the hot deserts of Tatooine. They had just finished up destroying a Republic settlement before they were ambushed by the natives. They had been friends since their training years and had never parted, facing the dangers of the galaxy together.

The target Tel'lis was ordered to assassinate came into view. He emerged from a cantina, traveling with a group of bodyguards. He was the wealthy owner of a buisness that constructed battledroids for the Republic. The imperial that contacted her offered her a large sum of money and parts for her ship that had been damaged by a pirate vessal. The target entered a warehouse, leaving his guards to watch the entrance. Tel'lis was in the middle of a marketsquare, casually leaning against a food stand.

The two Jedi had been sent to Hoth to help aid in the recovery of survivors of ships that had crashed into the planets surface during the last war. Many were taken hostage by the aggresive natives while other set up makeshift houses with the equipment they could salvage from their ship. The two jedi stood on the ledge of a canyon that dropped 100 meters. They were in enviromental suits to avoid freezing to death from the insanely cold temperatures of the harsh planet. The two jedi were Seta and Shelby, who were sent together to ensure their safety if caught in a predicament. Smoke rose from the canyon and small fires were visible from the ledge on which they were standing.

While the sith were being attack from the front, 5 Tuskens burst from the sand behind them. Jan was hit on the back of the head by a rifle stock while Lucrezia and Eona were kicked into the sand, rifles pointed at their heads.

The guard turned his head to the one next to him, "Contact me if there is any trouble". He then looked at Tel'lis and grinned, "Sure babe, what place?"

The Tuskens hoisted them up and pushed them foward, aiming their rifles at the three captives. They led them through seemingly endless dunes before a camp came into sight, it was nightime when they arrived. All activites stopped as the sith were led into the village. The natives in the village stared at the Imperials, hatred bubbling within them at the foreign invaders. A hut larger than the others came into view and they were pushed through a curtain that covered the entrance. A Shaman, a Tusken Raider with unique abilities in healing and seeing into the future, sat in front of a firepit, meditating. The Sith were pushed to their knees and the Shaman stood up and walked towards them, inspecting them. The Tuskens gave him their lightsabers. The Shaman looked at them, interested in the technology. He began talking in a language that was not understandable by any of the sith.

"Sure thing" the guard said, foolishly being led away from the door he was supposed to protect. He entered the cantina with Tel'lis and went to the bar, ordering two drinks. The music was loud and colored lights were shining.

"Too many to keep count" he said, picking up the drinks the bartender placed in front of him, giving one to her. "What is your proffesion?" he asks, taking a sip from his drink.

"Ah, and do you do here exactly" he said, looking around the cantina.

"Perhaps we can find a quiet place and you can show me" the guard said grinning, setting down his drink.