Back into the swing of things....(open)

[Master Yurza]

Yurza walked out of the bar under the pretense of being drunk. It was getting to noisy and crowded in the bar and rather than try to fight fifty people he opted to leave, but the bouncers would not let him leave until they were sure he had spent enough credits inside, hence the pretence. He had learned a long time ago to chose his fights.

"Hath a nicth day.......hopes...you guys....get him!"

Yurza shouted as he pasted the door way and into the street. Once he was ten meters away from the bar he stood up straight and spat on the ground. Not only was the bar crowded, but the drinks were not the best.

From here the once Sith walked along the sidewalks, weaving in and out of crowds making his way to the apartment that had been his home for several months now. His injured leg making him limp. He scowled as he thought about his brother, Shade Magus and what he had done to him. He might never be able to walk straight again, but it made no difference. The next time he met Shade or one of his Jedi freinds, he would not lose.

After his fight with his brother, Yurza had been out of commission for a long time. When he returned to the world he knew, everything was different. There was no longer a Sith Empire, and his former Master Miryan no Trunks was nowhere to be found. He was hoping to track down his master's master Dalethria Mal Pannis. She had taught him once before. Prehaps she would be the one to continue his training, but only time would tell.

Yurza padded his vest and smiled as he felt the hilt of his brother's once lightsaber.Yes, next time I will not lose.

[Master Yurza]

Yurza took a left down the next street, lost in his thoughts. Before he even realized where he was, the man was standing in front of the Jedi Temple. Yurza shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn't need his emotions to get the better of him yet. True, his emotios fed him his power, but he had to keep a lid on them until the time was right.

Yurza turned away to leave until something on the ground caught his eye. He bent down to see what it was and a malicous smile crept on his face. It was a handful of credits. Maybe his luck was changing. Yurza allowed his Force awareness to slowly ebb outwards, and lost his smile as he felt the all to familiar presence of the Jedi. He then slowly withdrew himself from the Force, hoping the whoever that was had not noticed him.

The man stood back up and made his way away from the Jedi temple, anger seething out of him in all directions. It was not yet time for his war on the Jedi.

[Mockadane]

Watching on with interest at the newcomer, The Bounty Hunter, made a positive I.D. that this wasnt the being they wanted. As He kicked back in his chair, at the coffee houses sidewalk table, Mockadane spoke into his com-link.

"Negative, wrong person!" The big man spoke to his accomplices that were nestled safley into there appointed duties.

If the man was to notice, Mockadane watched on to see what this being would do, and would even nod in aknowlagement at him....

[Master Yurza]

Yurza looked to the side and noticed a man staring at him.

"Can I help you with something?"