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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 15, 2014 15:59:40 GMT -8
This was but a quick reaction force that was currently engaging the frenzied crowd, a diversion and a way to slow the protesters. It did not seem to work though and actually got more involved, more and more of the police withdrew or were forced to the ground and beaten, their stun batons quickly turned on them. Already in the background a larger force was being put together all them in proper riot gear. High in the skies more than one vehicle stopped to record the violence, only to upload it on the HNN.
What started out as a protest had blossomed into a full fledged riot that spanned dozens of blocks in the city. Thousands were involved and the people who were not were quickly swept up in the madness. Windows smashed, looting began, things were getting out of hand.
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Post by Nemo on Apr 21, 2014 7:59:00 GMT -8
It was not Nemo's way to charge into a situation without first gathering information about it. This mission was a little strange since he was on an information gathering mission and as such had no real prior knowledge of the planetary situation. During the short time he had been on the planet he had found out that the majority of the working-class members of society were not happy with the corporate decision makers and the government. There was a strong belief that the government was controlled by the corporations and a feeling of helplessness when it came to new laws being passed. Nemo needed to start a dialogue between leaders on both sides of this conflict in order to reach a settlement. However none of the leaders would meet while such disruption continued in the city. This riot must stop and it was not going to do that on its own.
The Jedi Master stepped out of the side street he had been sheltering in and retrieved his shield from over his back. He held the ultrachrome shield in his left hand and unclipped his lightsabre with his right. He held the deactivated energy blade by his side as he walked through the no-mans land between the police and the rioters. His eyes had been drawn to one of the leaders of this little rebellious band who was now brandishing a large colourful sword and being approached by three police officers. Having spent time on Honoghr, Nemo knew the Noghri were not to be trifled with and decided it would be a very good idea to step in before anyone got killed. He began to jog towards the crowd and then push his way through using his shield to make his way swiftly to @krokh. The crowd began to push Nemo when they realised who he was and what he was doing until he stopped, a few metres away from the Noghri and ignited his lightsabre. This caused the crowd to back off quite significantly and at the same time drew more attention to Nemo.
"I think this has gone far enough, you and your friend are coming with me!"
Nemo pointed his sabre at Krokh DuhnDe and stood with his shield held close to his chest and his legs apart. In this stance he was ready to react to any action taken against him, the Noghri were not to be underestimated.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 17:15:39 GMT -8
Krokh eyed the coppa with hatred, as the man dared to call him a worm. It took a very ballsy man to call a 6ft hulking mass of muscle, armour, and claws a worm. He nodded to the 4 Rioters near him whom he had originally landed in amongst, motioning to them to take the officers heading towards the sides. Krokh was certain they would take down the officers, even if they went down as well.
He then turned his attention to the officer charging him, stun baton raised, something of a foolish move considering he was wearing a helmet. He then quickly drew his sword back before unleashing a waist height slash at the officer, cutting the man in half, ala Darth Maul, the officer's stun baton passing harmlessly over his helmet. Meanwhile the Rioters split into two pairs to take on the other officers, aiming to tackle the officer's to the ground and bludgeon them with what ever was close at hand.
Krokh gave his sword a mid air slash to shake some of the loose blood off it, giving a nod in the direction he sensed Krae's presence. He then turned towards the crowd as he sensed a lightsider presence, moments before the crowd parted as a lightsaber was activated, and a man whom Krokh could only assume was a Jedi, started making some declarations about this little riot having gone far enough. Although Krokh's face was hidden by a helmet, he was smiling for sure as he looked the man over who was making demands.
The man was about a head shorter than him, with a stout build, wielding a lightsaber and ultrachrome shield. Krokh almost felt like he was facing one of those action heroes out of a holo movie he had seen once. Krokh planted the tip of his sword into the ground, the songsteel blade sticking upright from the ground, as Krokh spread his own stance with his left foot in the lead, drawing the force to himself as he readied himself
=Krokh DuhnDe=
Mate, this has only just begun... Nice stance by the way...
Krokh inhaled, before stamping his left foot and drawing his fists to his side, the movement was apart of a geokinesis move would would cause the ground beneath Nemo's feet to lose it's solidarity and turn into a pseudo-sinking sand that was draining away into a pipe below the ground
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 22, 2014 5:30:20 GMT -8
Krae laughed with joy as Krokh divided and conquered the first fool to take him on, but turned serious when he saw the glowing of Nemo's lightsaber emerge from the parting crowd. "Oh, come on... There's always a party pooper." he muttered to himself. He took his own lightaber in hand, but did not yet engage it. He only move up to beside Krokh to cover his friend if need be, while he performed his ability. "He's a cocky fella." Krae stated, wondering if this Jedi was actually capable of taking on two Sith, or if maybe he had company.
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The Harts were getting close. They were passing more and more people that were fleeing the violence, and starting to encounter some of the perpetrators. They chanced upon four men that had isolated a police enforcer, and were kicking him on the ground. Arn sweep kicked one to the ground and put a boot on his neck, while drawing his blasterblade to rest against another's neck, and aiming a heavy blaster toward the other two. "Don't move!" Arn commanded. Each of the men looked at each other in disbelief, with the exception of the one who was busy getting his throat crushed, but before they could respond, Gravicus had walked up and donked two of their heads together and served the other a crippling body blow. The brothers admirably nodded to each other, and helped the officer to his feet. "Saw some of your buddies heading around the other side of this building. Are you well enough to go regroup?" Arn asked. "I should be okay." the officer replied, standing on his own weight. "You boys shouldn't be out here though." he added. "Tell that to this lot." Arn said, finally lifting his boot off the other man's neck, allowing him to take a desperate gasp of air. "Stay out of trouble, Officer." Arn said, as he and Grav continued unobstructed on their way to the main riots.
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Post by Nemo on Apr 23, 2014 9:31:56 GMT -8
=Krokh DuhnDe=Mate, this has only just begun... Nice stance by the way... Krokh inhaled, before stamping his left foot and drawing his fists to his side, the movement was apart of a geokinesis move would would cause the ground beneath Nemo's feet to lose it's solidarity and turn into a pseudo-sinking sand that was draining away into a pipe below the ground
Nemo was quick to react to the strange attack, immediately throwing himself to his right. He tucked his shoulder under his body and rolled over to take up a crouching stance as he quickly drew his shield in close against him. He slowly rose again to take up his ready stance, lowering his sabre again and pointing it at @krokh.
"You may be right that this has just begun but I am no 'mate' of yours!"
The Jedi Master slowed his breathing as he gathered his Force strength. For what? He did not know yet but the Noghri's fellow instigator had taken place by his side and was armed with a lightsaber. This situation already stank of Sith influence! |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 22:42:38 GMT -8
Krokh smiled as Nemo threw himself to the right, to perform a roll to escape the sinking ground. This was the moment Krokh had been waiting for, a predictable move by a Jedi. Although he hated to interrupt someone mid action, Krokh extended his right arm to strike the air, causing a shaft of rock to burst forth from the ground to strike Nemo before he could get to the roll stage of his escape
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Post by Arn Hart on May 2, 2014 3:17:31 GMT -8
"Hehehehe!" Krae let out, mocking the Jedi's attempts to avoid Krokh's attacks. He watched on while remaining at the ready, in anticipation for a counter attack, should Nemo survive that long.
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Arn and Grav stopped running when they got close enough to see the full extent of the rioting. "It's going to... take an army... to disperse this mob." Grav stated, trying to catch his breath. "I agree, and there may well be one sent to respond to this chaos, but we can't wait to find out. We won't be able to stop everyone here, but if we take out some ringleaders, it should slow them at least." Arn explained. "Busting up the big wigs sounds like a plan." Grav agreed, smashing his oversized fist into his other hand. The pair continued jogging into the sea of people, looking for instigators.
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Post by Atia on May 2, 2014 11:25:51 GMT -8
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The twilek in the window chewed Tetra-Atom Lite as she stepped back to get her umbrella-rifle up. She didnt want to be seen from the rage that went on down below, so all lights were shut, but some light lingered in from the riots on the street. In all the smoke and chaos, suddenly two lightsabers lit up. The Twilek Agent known as Two aimed in the happening. There was a small slit on the umbrella where she could look through. The lizard like creature did something Two didnt know was possible. She managed to get a couple photo shots off with her right eye implant to send home to command about it, and have it analysed.
She was nervous. She should have gotten her orders days ago. She came too late to begin with, and her orders was to observe sides, and when it became critical, orders would come. No orders came, still, silence was all. Her comm was open, as long as comms worked and the goverment wouldnt shut it down. After that, it would be up to her what to do.
Or at least very soon, if things escalate. With people using lightsabers, things would just go south from here.
The Twilek Agent known as Two waited, aiming in the Noghris head, his companions, and then over to the jedi. Repeat.
Waiting for the order to come.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on May 17, 2014 19:59:29 GMT -8
"You know very well that we couldn't bring along speeder bikes because they wouldn't fit in the Vengeance."
My voice doesn't sound like me. I'm wearing Devient, who has a built-in vocoder. I sound distorted.
But that doesn't change things, does it? Just makes it a little different. Just like taking the DP-20 didn't change things, really. Just makes it a bit different, with the hike and all. Just like the creation of Crux didn't change me, really. Just makes me a little more powerful, that's all. Reality is, and abhors our intention to define it in terms of arbitrary benchmarks. But reality cannot be understood except as such.
We exit the arboreal mountains after a time, and cross a short grassy knoll before encroaching upon the edge of the city, marring the landscape with the unmistakable spectacle of artificiality. Though it was clearly night as we entered the atmosphere, we managed to outspeed the planet's rotation and gain several hours: when we set down, it was still light. Now, as we walk into the limits of Nuba City from the east, the sun is at our backs, casting the world in a golden orange as it falls gradually behind the cold mountain line behind us. Our shadows stretch long over the abyssal plain of the east city slums that greet us: no homes of proper repute or even people of respectable stature greet our footsteps. We venture now into a territory that loathes the existence entirely. A territory of beings that would rather our death than our trespass. We stride through the wretched ruins of what could be called a people, were they anything like in behavior or even appearance. But this is a gathering of brutish animals which crave sustenance for only a day more, and could they obtain it by assaulting us?
Something prevents it.
I see the cause.
It is Aire, projecting a sense of uneasiness and the promise of pain. I feel it, and know instinctively that this is her doing. A realization of feeling very much like her usual Battle Meditation. And due to this, the wretches who gather around us hesitate to draw their weapons. Oh, how we would waste them if they did.
After a time our steps take us beyond the droves of the impoverished. Eventually, we come to an open stretch before approaching the outermost reaches of the Entertainment District.
There's not really a flag going off that says 'we made it'; but there is a certain release. Release for Tal and myself is perhaps a little less tangible than that of Aire, who can stop broadcasting a sense of warning to not confront us. But there is still that breath of fresh air, even though we weren't so active.
The wasteland that we have come through is the only fence that Nuba City has. We pause for a moment and gaze upon the interior. I cannot speak for the other two, but as I see the first signs of civilization, I take it in context of where we have come so far. Of where we will head in the future.
I'm glad. But I can't allow myself to be caught up in it too much. To lose myself to the details would be to sacrifice the line to a feeling.
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Post by Nemo on May 22, 2014 1:35:47 GMT -8
Krokh smiled as Nemo threw himself to the right, to perform a roll to escape the sinking ground. This was the moment Krokh had been waiting for, a predictable move by a Jedi. Although he hated to interrupt someone mid action, Krokh extended his right arm to strike the air, causing a shaft of rock to burst forth from the ground to strike Nemo before he could get to the roll stage of his escape
“Got any other party tricks or would you like to settle this properly?”
His aim was to draw the powerful Sith’s attention away from the crowd and away from the police. He hoped there was a police commander somewhere moving troops to contain this riot correctly! |
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 18:35:58 GMT -8
Krokh could only nod in agreement with Krae's earlier assessment that this Jedi was indeed a cocky fella, perhaps drawn from a sense of self-importance that all Jedi had about them. He had to give the Jedi some crefit for managing to avoid most of the force of the attack, before laughing as the man stumbled awkwardly upon landing, apparently disorientated by the attack somewhat.
As the Jedi regained his footing, taking cover brehind his shield again, Krokh smirked, somewhat enjoying this little fight. As the Jedi threw his supposed taunts, Krokh chuckled, being far too thick skinned to be affected by such meagre comments about his use of Shaping. He could see through the Jedi's plan, since it was the same plan all Jedi had, distract the Sith, and let the authorities deal with the masses. But that was just a boring old recipe, one Krokh was not going to fall for so easily
=Krokh DuhnDe=
Party tricks you say? Good words coming from a Jedi, a group known for relying on the unseen to affect a man's free will, by imposing your own hidden ideals... The only one here using tricks is you, everything I do is tangable, nothing hidden about it... As for settling this properly...
Krokh took a deep breath, before altering his stance slightly as he did a pair of punches, before doing a quick kick as he did a 180 turn, and finished off with both his hands extended out, clenching his hands as if he was gripping the air. As Korkh performed his movements, the flame from a nearby burning vehicle was manipulated by the attacks, with three small fireballs launching in correspondance with the punches and kick, before the rest of the flame was drawn from the wreck and assaulted the Jedi in a semi-continuous stream of fire for a couple moments. Krokh then gave a sharp nod to Krae
=Krokh DuhnDe=
You're up...
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 24, 2014 8:28:29 GMT -8
t didnt take long for a feeding frnezy to start once you dipped the chum bucket in the water. Neither did it take long for a riot to start once the first stone was cast. All around people were pushing over hover cars, looting and being a general nuisance. All because some Sith wanted to start off the powder keg. A group of people rushed into a what passed as a small building here, all 35 stories of it. The upper levels were residential, and although in a need to cause violence they would not and could not bring them selves to do it on innocents.
Instead they focused on a more mundane task. On the 13th floor financial records were kept for whatever bank this was. One of the men who worked here led them in, and using his key broke into the vault. Hundreds upon hundreds of computers spanning 2 floors blinked and chattered with one another, their processing processing and computers computing. Looking at one another this group of vigilante people started smashing them. On each was held records of peoples banking, what they owed and what they owned.
Breaking these would set back those to good to be part of the violence below. Those below however would notice something when they got their next banking statement. Their mortgages, their debt, everything would be erased.
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Post by Nemo on May 27, 2014 3:25:42 GMT -8
Krokh took a deep breath, before altering his stance slightly as he did a pair of punches, before doing a quick kick as he did a 180 turn, and finished off with both his hands extended out, clenching his hands as if he was gripping the air. As Korkh performed his movements, the flame from a nearby burning vehicle was manipulated by the attacks, with three small fireballs launching in correspondance with the punches and kick, before the rest of the flame was drawn from the wreck and assaulted the Jedi in a semi-continuous stream of fire for a couple moments. Krokh then gave a sharp nod to Krae=Krokh DuhnDe=You're up...
With the Force stored inside him he released it with a rapid movement of his feet, engaging in a Force Speed attack. He charged at Krokh, who now had his back to the Jedi, in an attempt to slam the red hot shield into his spine. If his attack was successful he would lean forward and attempt to slash at the Sith's legs with his lightsaber. |
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Post by Atia on May 27, 2014 5:28:32 GMT -8
Two
The crowd, while crazed, they still had sense not to stand in the way of sith and jedi fighting. While Two stood in the window of a 35 stories banking building witch was right now being ransacked. Lucky for her, she was in the residential upper section and still had a good aim on the sith and the jedi down low. Her only problems were numbered like her name. No orders, and no sniper optics.
Because it was time.
She aimed in the sith, and then tried not to. The problem with missing a shot that is supposed to look like it would hit is the fact that you have to make it LOOK like you want to hit. Now, this is hard without sniper optics. What she didnt know though, was that the Jedi was going all bullrush on the sith, but her mind was made. She aimed in the two fighting and fired three shots, aimed to miss but in the heat of combat, anything could happen. Krokh and Nemo were getting three blasterbolts headed their general direction from up high.
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Post by Ishmael on May 27, 2014 8:36:02 GMT -8
*I simply shrug at Ryu's response, and keep walking. This new body is strong: it has no need to draw breath, nor does it have a pulse that can quicken. The muscles do not burn with fatigue; no sweat will ever provide evidence of my labors. So long as I continue to feed, it will never decay. So I do not complain any further, for should I not be grateful that I can make this journey without the aid of a speeder, now? I may not be as physically adept as someone like Aire, but compared to the wheezing husk that I was...*
*We gradually make our way into Nuba City, the vast metropolis beginning as just a few scattered hovels upon the grassy plains. We did not slow, and within the hour we found ourselves stalking through the one of the most disgusting urban slums I have ever had the misfortune of inhabiting. The smell of poverty and filth assaulted my senses from every direction, and the huddled sentients streaming through streets littered with debris were no more appealing. I felt not even the most base pity for these creatures; in fact they inspired contempt the likes of which I haven't felt for some time.*
*Are their rotting, drug addled cerebrums even capable of imagining power, in any of its many guises? Perhaps they dream of wealth, yet only because they view it as a way to fund their vices. They would take their strength and use it to more tightly bind the chains that hold them. Not that it matters; the chances of any of these urchins possessing even a spare decicred are infinitesimal. I assume that Ryu, Aire, and I, all groomed and garbed in clean, rich fabrics, must present tempting targets. None dare to make a move, though: Aire sees to that.*
*Such mercy, she has shown them.*
*The threatening aura of pain and despair is not the only disruption I can feel through the force, though. It is still faint, and far off, but the hatred and violence taking place elsewhere in the city is not beneath my notice. Nor is the fact that we're steadily heading toward it. Ryu, whose observational faculties dwarf my own, must be aware of it also, and so I say nothing.*
*It seems a small concern compared to the relief of leaving behind the stench of the slums. I take an exaggerated breath of the relatively clean air and let out a contented sigh. "Such blights should be purged; a kindness to its inhabitants and their neighbors."
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on May 27, 2014 12:51:41 GMT -8
I take Tal's suggestion into consideration with several moments of silence before I deliver my reply.
"...No doubt, it would be of great benefit. Should we show them that kindness?"
It would be exceedingly easy.
As a task, though, it is beneath us. Vulgar, even. And that is not the reason why we have come here.
Yet if he were to insist on it, I would not say no.
He doesn't; as we make our way further into the Entertainment District, our priority becomes to grab some food and drink, then attend to our actual business on the planet. Following that line of thought, we are led to a hole-in-the-wall cafe. A marquee that has seen better years hangs over our heads, emblazoned with neon lights faded by age and grime that read "Ch'aaran's Kitchen". As we step inside, there's no hostess to seat us; merely a bar in front of the namesake's kitchen, if you could even call it that. Burners and pots, all scorched and stained to black on their active surfaces, are the countertop. Dishes trying their hardest to be whole and white are stacked on shelves and lined across the back wall just above the food preparation. Containers half-filled with garnishes that are who-knows-how-many days old litter the space back there, too, all perfectly visible from under-cushioned stools that come at an awkwardly short height. The walls are tiled, which betrays just how long ago the prime days of this little eatery were. A few tables with chairs about them take their place on the floor, but even they know that they aren't going to be filled anytime soon.
Anyone with half a modicum of good taste will not eat here.
But we are thirsty, and we came in the door, so we will stay for the water and depart thereafter.
While inside, Aire pulled up on her datapad a holonet application that indicated some more...promising...locations for us. As a decrepit serving droid lurched toward our tabke with waters in hand, spilling a third of the lot, we consented to head to the northern part of the city. There seems in particular to be a well-reviewed steakhouse, which is always a good choice with me. We snatched our waters from the droid's tray and gulped them down immediately, abandoning this little shop just as thousands others had over the years.
Our way to get to the north side is to follow the avenue south for a bit, where we will come upon the entrance to a subway station on the Cresh Line loop. We will ride that train until it intersects with the Aurek Line. The restaurant is very near to that junction.
"Once we've eaten, we'll simply get back on the Aurek Line and go directly to the spaceport."
Nothing could be simpler.
So there we were, thirty minutes later, standing at the turnstiles and fiddling with our credit chips. Within another couple of moments, we have gotten through the sliding doors of the train car and have seated ourselves. An assorted handful of other people were already there, wordless with the exception of a Rodian. This purple-skinned creature's eyes did not leave us for a second after we crossed the doors. His expression, though difficult to read (being alien), seemed to indicate that he had been waiting for us. Though...I know no Rodians. As the train accelerated, perhaps a bit more roughly than expected, he came and sat at the bench across from us.
And then he offered to sell us dioxis-loaded gas grenades.
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jun 2, 2014 20:22:15 GMT -8
Atuna stepped off his train and stopped on the platform to wait for the hunter. His friend, being nearly as tall as the train itself, was curled into the back of one of the cars in an uncomfortable heap, trying not to accidentally kill anyone who looked at his weapons wrong. At Atuna's behest, he had left the majority of his gear behind, but some thing the hunter was unable to part with. Respectfully, albeit with a twinge of foreboding angst, he had allowed it.
The train's destination was a transit stop halfway down the Aurek line. Like most of the others, the terminal was mostly underground, but even in the dimness of the cavern Atuna could sense someone familiar nearby. Someone he had not seen in several weeks. He pushed through the crowd, not waiting for the hunter to emerge, and found the individual he was looking for on a bench near the back wall. It was a human female with short brown hair that curled around endlessly, with soft brown eyes and a set of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She noticed him immediately as he broke free of the crowd and waved to him pleasantly.
As he neared her, she stood up. They embraced briefly before Atuna took her shoulders and looked at her face. She casually lifted the band away from his eyes, revealing two glowing orbs with silver irises and dim pupils. He blinked at her, and she giggled.
"Can you see me right now?" she asked him mid-giggle.
"No, not right now," he replied in a hushed tone. "That being said... it's so good to be with you again."
"Likewise." She gingerly put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a tender kiss. "I've missed you, Atuna."
"I've missed you too, Melia."
"You would not believe the trouble that's been brewing around here, she said suddenly, looking around nervously. "All kinds of riots and such. It's not been good for business. I lost two contact meetings because of trouble in nearby districts!"
"You stayed safe, I hope."
"I can fend for myself, Atuna."
"Melia."
She sighed. "Yes, I've stayed safe."
"Good. Now, where did the hunter go?..."
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 3, 2014 4:28:58 GMT -8
In the heart of the rioting, things were heating up quickly, and not just Nemo's Shield. Krae gave Krokh a wink in acknowledgement that it was his turn to play with the Jedi, but before he could make a move, their adversary had chosen his timing well and bowled a fast one. Krae had very little time to respond to the surprisingly speedy attack. He ignited his red lightsaber while charging to intercept, and although he was practically right next to his friend, in the time it took him to move a meter, Nemo had covered five. Krae dove out to crash tackle Nemo from the side, to at least push him off his intended course and try to rattle him to allow for a follow up move.
Had Krae not been so distracted by the Jedi, he might have noticed the incoming sniper fire, and perhaps even dodged it rather than leaping into its path, but this was not the case. Just as he neared impact with the Jedi, he saw a flash of light and heat by his face, but that didn't make any sense to the Sith, who was very focused on keeping Nemo's Lightsaber at bay. The fact that the first of Two's shots had melted off a portion of his ear was yet to become apparent, but it's fair to say that he won't be happy about it when he notices.
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Arn and Grav were busy restraining some hyped up thugs that had been flipping vehicles for fun, when Arn caught a glimpse of where the the sniper fire had come from. He knew he had to investigate, but there was at least twenty thousand people between them and that building, and cover was patchy at best. Their best defence, he calculated, was there was very little chance of being spotted in a crowd this size if not attracting any undue attention. "Grav, follow me and try to blend in." he said, avoiding details. He knew that if told Grav not to look directly at that window, then he'd stare at it the whole way. "Lead the way, bro." Grav replied, picking up a rock and hurling it at an office front. He then shrugged at Arn's stern look. "What? I'm blending in..." he innocently said. "Whatever." Arn sighed, moving off. Although he expected that the shooter would be gone by the time they got there, he was sure to keep his weapons as concealed as he could as they moved through the crowd, and tagged onto groups that were already moving in indirect paths towards his objective. He really didn't want to become a target.
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Jun 3, 2014 10:52:56 GMT -8
I am not, by nature, a very big fan of the word "no". When Tal suggested, even half-jokingly, that we ought to exterminate those 'blights', I was not going to oppose him. When Aire suggested that I make the superweapon, I did not object. When they insisted on fighting, I let them; electing to merely add a small twist. The list of examples go on and on-- and it just happens to be a facet of my personality that I prefer to realize other peoples' wishes rather than shatter them. A benevolent god, perhaps, when the time is right. It really is a strange thing, when you think about it. But I imagine situations in which I deny an item to a person who earnestly seeks it, and it puts a sour taste in my mouth. Pathetic or not, it is shameful to imagine a grub pleading with me. On the other hand, I also imagine it not to be difficult to seize power from another's hands, and I cannot reconcile the difference between the two. Why is it that I consider it no problem to seek the superweapon and remove millions from this plane, and yet I might grant a single being's life if he prostrated himself and begged it from me?
It does not make much sense to me, but then again we often fail to be perfectly rational at all times. Perhaps the answer lies somewhere in the imagination. Or perhaps it has to do with the idea that the faceless millions could fight for their lives, while the single man has already given up his will to fight. Or perhaps it is merely because I imagine it in a vacuum, and in reality I would treat either case with consistency. (That would be nice.)
The reason all this springs to mind is because Tal asked if he could relieve us of the Rodian, and I could not find it in myself to say no to such an earnest plea.
And so, as our train comes to a stop at the Aurek-Cresh junction, and a number of passengers rise to disembark, the Rodian is not counted among them. We are, however. We are going to get lunch.
It was Telekinesis that did it.
The human throat collapses under pressures in excess of 10 pounds. Tal confirms, however, that at least one Rodian's throat was able to withstand roughly 1.5 times this amount. His Force Crush was less effective than expected, but he still managed to get the job done (without attracting attention, by employing the envelope of his Crush over the Rodian's entire body, preventing him from gesturing wildly). I found it somewhat strange that it took as much time for him to complete the kill as he did.
Then we were left for the remainder of our voyage staring into the lifeless eyes of the Rodian, which included three stops that were not ours. As people boarded and left, ourselves never among their number, words never came up between us. So little to say, at a time like this.
A couple of times, there were passengers who would have taken a seat in this little booth area, were it not already so clearly occupied by the four of us.
Yet our departure still did not come, and we still had had to sit keeping this slain black marketeer company.
So now, as we make our way towards the sliding door of this train car, Tal makes one more move in his little game. Waving his hand to attract the attention of a security officer (there have been riots on Nubia, don't you know? They stationed a presence on their trains as a result), he bursts out with a voice just a little bit louder than a calm spectator at a grav-ball game:
"Ah, excuse me? Officer? It seems like there's a bit of a problem..."
And he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the now-slumped-over body. But this was not what caught our attention.
Tal planted his palms in the center of my and Aire's backs and shepherded us quickly from the car. Out, into the cavernous intersection, where there was a Miraluka man and a human woman holding each other tenderly, where there was an Anzati trying to conceal his stalker intentions, where there was a Bith businessman clutching his briefcase as if it would be stolen any moment now, all amid the crowd of hundreds to perhaps even thousands. Out, through the crowds, under the covered ceiling, where the ventilation system was woefully inadequate. Forward, forward, brushing aside passers-by, and Tal lightened with the pushing but did not abate his pace; sensing his general sense of urgency we followed his lead without further prompting, through the crowds and up the stairs; and we did not stop until we came through and burst into the cool evening air.
If I had not worn Devient, I would have understood immediately what this was about.
Yet the panicked cries of the crowd below put to rest any unspoken questions as they rattled around and echoed upward.
For you see, when the security guard went over to investigate the dead Rodian, he found out by incident that all of the dioxis grenades on the victim's body had somehow gotten set.
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"The Acklay"
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Post by "The Acklay" on Jun 3, 2014 22:31:38 GMT -8
The Acklay felt naked in the big city. His race was not accustomed to walking around in the open like he was; normally he would disappear into his cloaking device but Atuna had advised otherwise. It had been nigh a century since he had last seen his former master and the sprightly Miraluka had made some changes since then. The biggest of which were the damn Zeta and Epsilon Squads. They were bodyguards that Atuna had trained from a young age like a group of budgerigar. They had the body and strength of true warriors but they lacked the most important aspect, spirit.
When the Acklay had docked with the Firaxa a little over a week prior he expected a warm welcome. Unfortunately Atuna failed to tell his wonder-squad who he was and they were all hot to trot to have the Yautja leave. He was a hostile alien presence and Zeta & Epsilon knew how to deal with hostile alien presences. The Acklay could feel the power radiating from them as soon as he stepped off his shuttle; it crashed like waves upon him. He wished to spar with them. They stood in armor that made them look more insect than man with many segments and plates, too heavy for the hunter's own taste.
"Pilot of the Lambda Class shuttle designated Cazador this is a private vessel. State your business on the Firaxa or be on your way." The one in front, whom the Acklay later learned was the one named Aidan, barked the canned sentence while some of his cohorts became lenient with their trigger discipline. They weren't nervous, they seemed bored. The hunter felt like he was interrupting something.
"I have business with your owner. The Miraluka is here, I feel him. Bring me to him." The Acklay had hidden his hands behind his back. Aidan was hesitant, he placed two fingers to his ear and began speaking in a hushed tone to some faceless voice. He pulled them away after a short time and turned back to the hulking humanoid.
"We are going to have to ask you to get back on your ship and return to where you came from. Who ever you are our master doesn't want to have counsel with you." Aidan moved towards the Acklay to motion him back to his ship. The hunter's training with the Draethos had taught him to hide his force sensitivity, their training must have worked as Aidan felt no fear.
The Yautja grabbed Aidan's wrist with his left hand as it wafted by him. He heard the sound of safeties deactivating and weapons being readied.
"The one who holds your leash has taught you much. I see him in every step you walk. I see his arrogance, his pomposity. The only difference is that he could back his up." With his free hand he unbuckled the Felucian Skull Blade from his waist and let it clang to the ground, disarming himself. "You are arrogant, you have great power but it seems so trivial to you. You are a child with the button to a superweapon." Using the force he removed the plasma caster from his shoulder and let it be viewed by all of the troops before letting it also drop to the ground. He let go of Aidan's wrist; the bodyguard calmly and immediately slid back, unholstered his side arm, and pointed at the "T" shaped mask that hid the hunter's face.
"Sir, I do not wish to use lethal force, return to your vessel before we have to take further action."
"You wont have to." The Acklay raised his hands to his face, showing the group that he was unarmed. The pulled at some tubes on his mask; they flopped off with a puff of some gas. He put his hands on his mask and began to take it off. When the mask separated from his face a dull whine erupted from it with another plume of nitrogen and oxygen. He stared at Aidan with his beady eyes while his mandibles were free to twitch about. He put his mask down at his feet.
Aidan lowered his weapon slightly to get a better look at the strange alien.
"What the hell are you?"
The Acklay removed the wrist claws he kept on both arms and let them fall to the ground with a loud clank. The cape he wore around his shoulder faced a similar fate; it fluttered over the claws like Icarus. He balled his hands into fists and raised them to the height of his head. Speaking became hard for him without his mask but he managed to sputter out a few lines.
"Do not waste your ammunition... Make your owner proud, maybe he will put a few more scrapes into your bowl tonight. You shall fight like the man you claim to be. Strike when ready!"
The fight that followed lasted much longer than either had expected. The Acklay had underestimated Aidan, but Aidan had underestimated him more. The fight, like all things, ended eventually. Aidan miscalculated a left hook allowing a headbutt from the hunter to make contact with his skull. He became dizzied. The Acklay used this opportunity to sucker punched the bodyguard in his stomach causing him to reflexively curl forward to prevent damage any further damage to his abdomen. He heard a bone break, but he didn't know whose it was. The Acklay spun around and planted his foot behind Aidan's right knee making him fall to the ground. The Yautja stepped over the bodyguard with one leg next to his head and the other between his sprawled legs. While the hunter's hand was as large as Aidan's head he grasped it with both and began to pull up, attempting to pull it off.
The noise of clapping interrupted the fight and Atuna walked into view before any damage could have been dealt to Aidan's neck.
"What the hell are you?"
The hunter never found out why Atuna had done this although he speculated that it was some sadistic form of training for his lapdogs. Aidan suffered a mild concussion, a torn ligament in his knee, and several large bruises. The Acklay shattered his hand and began bleeding inside his abdomen. A few days in bacta fixed them up.
Now, back to Nubia.
The train was awful. The Acklay stuck out like a sore thumb in the small cars. When they arrived at the platform he felt a wave of joy came across him as the doors slid open. Atuna ran out, leaving the hunter behind. He shambled out of the crowd only to lose his former master in it. If Atuna wasn't with him he wasn't going to follow his rules. He found a secluded alley close to the train stations and with a few inputs a light shimmer passed over his body as he began to blend into the background. He climbed to a nearby building and reached out with the force. He felt many things, many peoples, but he eventually was able to home in on Atuna.
He leaped from the roof to the ground and began to work his way through the crowd, a phantasm amongst the living. He came across a woman he had not seen before. In her hand was held Atuna's headband. She was looking around nervously. He approached the assailant from behind and decloaked. A shimmer announced his appearance. With a fright the woman turned and was shocked to see a masked giant towering over her. The Acklay grabbed her by her face with his left hand and lifted her from her feet. A light sound, one of metal scraping against metal, announced the wrist claw on his right arm emerging from it's sheath. He began to move it towards the too-shocked-for-words woman and then... wait. Something wasn't right. Her scent was off. His mask began displaying heat vision. He looked the woman up and down. He was right. Two heartbeats. He returned his vision to normal and retracted his wrist claw. He turned her face around with his hand, checking both sides, and quickly put her back the ground. He stumbled for a little bit before falling into her lover's arm.
"The past century has been kind to you. I apologize, my actions were rash. I did not injure her, I assure you she is healthy."
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