The Forgotten Sith

Part 2 (revised)

The Imperial Supply Freighter docked at the East Port on Dromund Kaas. Nahum sat patiently waiting for the cargo door to open. It was rare for someone to smuggle unto the planet, mostly murders or criminals who are on the run and seek refuge in the Sith world and train as a Sith Acolyte. Nahum was disguised as a lowly arms trader and cloaked his sensitivity. He stepped out the cabin along with others who traveled to the planet and took a quick glance around. Looking for the reporter was like finding a gain of sand in the sands of Tatooine.

The Jedi council received the message from a friend of Nint. However, there was no evidence as to where he was now. The Jedi had to work backwards and find a way to locate him. Though Nahum's Master believed it was in the best interest to leave Nint alone and focus on the Sith and attack them before they do. However, the Jedi needed prove. They needed to see and hear what was on the data card.

He walked the city streets, it was raining heavily, yet the streets were oddly packed. The Dark Side was clearly evident in Kaas City. It was hard for him to narrow down the search without amplifying his Force sensitivity, he had to take the risk. All he had to go by was the digital photograph from the computer screen from his wrist tablet. He slowly uncloaked his power, a dose at a time. With this being a Sith planet he thought, maybe several Force sentients were all around. He saw Sith acolytes that patrol the city streets so he had to dodge into a nearby tavern.

The tavern was a pure hole in a wall, only the lowest of scum would find their way in there. He decided to start his search inside. All Nahum had was a picture from Nint's blog site. He pushed his way through the crowd and met with the bartender. He was a Zarbak with half his horns gone or nearing it. Nahum did not call out to the Zarbak, however, he waited until he was noticed.

"What can I get you pal," the Zarbak asked in a rushing tone.

"Johrian Whiskey, if you have it," Nahum replied.

The bartender did not reply, he sneered and prepared the drink. Once he finished he placed the glass in the bar table and slid it across to Nahum.

"Mind if I ask you for something else?"

The Zarbak raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Nahum activated the wrist pad and displayed a photo of Nint. The Bartender took a brief look at the photo and back away and crossed his arms. "Friend or foe," he snorted.

"Excuse me," Nahum wondered.

"I was paid to keep quiet so, friend or foe?"

"Neither."

"Well that's too bad, you see..."

The bartender stopped in midsentence. Nahum gently tapped into the bartender's mind and used the Force to persuade the Zarbak. The Zarbak resisted yet, Nahum pushed a little harder. Nahum risked a lot doing this. If Sith Acolytes felt him, he would be hunted to no end.

"Listen, I told the others everything I know," the Zarbak replied.

"What did you tell them?"

The Zarbak respired. "He came in here, he was in a panic, he looked around for a way off this rock. I'm not sure if he did or if those Sith hunters got to him or not."

"Which loading dock would someone wanting to get out here go too," Nahum thought.

"There are three off them, two are patrolled heavily because of the cargo and the other which is east of here has light patrols and often transport refugees."

Nahum considered it. He reached into his cloak and pulled out credits and handed them to the Zarbak. "Thanks for the drink."

He left and released the bartender of his hold. He had to find a computer terminal and hack into the security cameras and see what he could find. Before he could think further about his next phase, 3 Sith Acolytes entered the tavern.