Star Wars The Clone Wars Rise Of A Jedi

Tension and Anger

A few days had passed since Y/n and Ahsoka had their spat and he hadn't returned since as he was investigating Tarik and following his every move from a distance, he soon entered the Grand Bazaar meeting with a rug merchant.

Merchant: You see this rug. Incredible quality. Your feet will love you more than your wife does.

Y/n: I am not married.

Merchant: Ah, you're better off. Come, feel it!

Y/n looked at the many rugs on sale and then looked back at the merchant.

Y/n: You have sold well today.

Merchant: I have not sold a thing! The Janissaries confiscated most of my rugs just because they were imported.

Y/n: Do you know Tarik Barleti, their captain?

Merchant: Eh, he's around here somewhere. An arrogant man, but.

Suddenly a group of guards walked past the two and the Merchant tried to bargain with Y/n who was paying no attention.

Merchant: You insult me, sir! I cannot take less than two hundred coins for this! My final offer.

Y/n: When I find him, I will ask about the rugs.

Y/n walked away from the merchant.

Merchant: You drive a hard bargain, stranger. Shall we compromise at one eighty? One eighty coins, and we part as friends!

Y/n quickly followed the group from the roof tops and located Tarik.

Y/n: There he is.

Y/n watched from above as Tarik talked with the men

Tarik: I pray Selim can soon return to the city in good spirits and stronger hands.
Y/n tailed Tarik, until the captain met with one of his guards.

Tarik: Of all Mehmet's accomplishments, I am beginning to think this Bazaar was the finest.

Tarik turned towards the crowd.

Tarik: If you have no business here, you do not belong! Clear the way! No loitering!

Tarik met with more of his men  telling his guards to keep watch

Tarik: This is an important meeting... make sure I am not being followed. Ah, when I was a young man, there was a baker who worked right here selling fresh simit all day, every day. And on my free days I would buy two at a time, sometimes three. It is a shame that nothing good ever lasts long. Perhaps your business will do better, eh? This Empire is sick, and Bayezid – it pains me to say – is its cancer. You there! I will be back tomorrow, and if you have not disposed of all this foreign made garbage, I will confiscate it myself, and throw it into the Bosphorus!

Tarik met another guard.

Tarik: What news?

Guard: Manuel has agreed to meet you, Tarik. He's waiting by the arsenal gate.

Tarik: An eager old weasel, isn't he? Come.

Y/n determined to know what Tarik was plotting something and suspecting him to be in league with the Separatists decided to follow him to the Arsenal. After having tailed Tarik Barleti, Y/n made his way to the Arsenal Gates where Tarik and Manuel Palaiologos were. Y/n met with Yusuf Tazim and they decided to cause a riot to get the Arsenal Gates to open as Tarik talked to Manuel.

Manuel: You may verify the amount, Tarik, but the money stays with me until I have seen the cargo for myself and assayed its quality.

Tarik: Understood. You are a shrewd man, Manuel.