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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 16:59:22 GMT -8
Time seemed to slow down, as an almost orchestral theme from some holofilm of epic proportions seemed to play in his mind, by going on the offensive, Nemo had done exactly as expected. It had been a simple matter of ensuring the shield heated enough to force a response from the Jedi, causing a sort of charging bull effect in that Nemo would be so concentrated on Krokh he wouldn't expect the attack from Krae. The Jedi's speed was impressive, no doubt a result of the man's use of the force to enhance his natural attributes. Krokh's side on stance meant he provided a slightly smaller target for the charging Jedi, whilst Krae was already moving to tackle Nemo and take the ball from him. His attention was suddenly caught as the three blaster bolts were fired at them, no doubt some cowardly ploy by the Jedi to take himself and Krae down without engaging in a fight. He dropped to his left knee as he struck at the ground with his right fist, one of the bolts aimed at him barely glancing past his akubra, as his fist impacted the ground. A wall of rock that stretched several meters suddenly sprouted from the ground at an angle across half of the street to give them cover from future shots. He then slowly rose up, taking a solid stance facing towards where Krae and Nemo were, ready to fast bowl the Jedi into next week
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Post by Ishmael on Jun 6, 2014 15:32:40 GMT -8
*Perhaps considering the annihilation of Nuba's outlying slums had whetted my appetite for bloodshed. Perhaps I could not bear to abstain from taking advantage of such a peculiar turn of events. Who had this Rodian been, and more importantly, how had he known we would arrive? It was clear that he was waiting for us. Yet I don't bother scanning his mind. We already have plans to attend to, and if there is one major perk that comes with being powerful, it's that you can choose to dismiss the plans of others. Whatever the Rodian's goals, whomever his employers, it mattered little; his existence would be swept away in a cloud of chemical gas, along with the existences of every other sentient milling about the station.*
*The screams were somewhat muffled on the surface, and soon cut short, but I didn't slow my pace. It is a heady thing, the aftershock of a death. So much more so when a multitude of lives are all snuffed out at once. The dark side reverberates with approval, and the gem atop my staff glowed more brightly. Pulling the tainted energy to me, I breathed a luxurious sigh and threw my head back, a cool breeze ruffling through my hair.*
"This city's populace has already reached its boiling point. How much do you think it would take to push them completely over the edge?"
*I turned to Ryu, a feverish gleam in my amber eyes. I felt full of energy, invigorated by the carnage. It's the little things that makes being a Sith so worthwhile, you know?*
"Not much, I bet."
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jun 8, 2014 21:20:27 GMT -8
Atuna, not flustered in the slightest, nodded nonchalantly when the hunter reappeared at his side. Melia, on the other hand, was quite shocked, letting out a brief whimper before having a hand put two fingers on her lips. Panic-stricken, she glanced down at the gloved fingers covering her mouth, then behind her at her husband, still terrified.
"Hmnny, thaff phing pipped me uff!"
"Yes, dear, he did. He likes to play with his food first." Atuna chuckled lightly before taking his fingers away.
"That isn't even slightly funny!" She stamped a foot at Atuna in frustration. "Stop laughing at me!"
"I swear, I'm no-" Another fit of giggles consumed his speech. He nearly heaved over in amusement when Melia placed her boot squarely on his toes, eliciting a sharp yelp from him. "Ouch!"
"Serves you right, jerk." Melia turned and stared warily at the hunter, who was nearly twice her height. She paused, then smile weakly, scrunching her fingers in a ginger wave. "H-hello there, sir. You a friend of Atuna's?"
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Jun 11, 2014 12:09:15 GMT -8
An unsuppressed smile crosses my face beneath the mask. The warmth in my aura might as well be palpable.
We stand a block away, watching emergency response teams arrive on scene. Ambulances for those with gas exposure, hazmat teams to deal with the lingering cloud of gas whose tendrils waft up from the ground. On a billboard fixed to the side of the building across the avenue from us, a video feed from a news speeder shows us an aerial picture of ourselves as the tickertape headlines seek to pin responsibility on everyone from the rioters to the president of PharmaCorp.
Oh, my son. Your playful nature and delightful enthusiasm are truly contagious.
This is the Dark Side: not that we make evil choices, but that we do as we please, as we are the masters of our own destinies. Indulge in the little things. Make others recognize us. Remove the unworthy. Force them to act as we wish them to. And that's the real plan behind everything we have done until now. "This city stands upon the edge. A push is all it needs to send it tumbling." Heh. I'm getting a little sentimental, even. What kind of father does not share in his son's joy? "Yet, the entire universe is also at the edge. Just imagine." Mayhem.
And like that I'm all of a sudden daydreaming again. Ashes and smoke, orange glowing embers floating in the air over the wreckage of some planet, golden flames still flickering in patches here and there, as we make our way towards the next destination, and then the silhouette appears. Our opposition. Lightsabers in hand, they move as one to engage us. To halt or even merely to delay our progress, because they recognize the danger. And then it becomes the same old story. How do you take one more step when exhaustion has taken root in your innermost being? When you have spent everything that you have to give, from where do you seize the strength to put one foot in front of the other? Is it even possible to press on when you have been crushed into nothing? When they have been defeated, when we have proven their utter worthlessness...
That is when they become as strong as they need to be.
And that is my freedom.
"A pipe dream. Even if you manage to become a widely-recognized threat, it will be in the arena of armies and fleets that your opponents present themselves. The time for individuals to act alone on behalf of the universe ended long ago." Ah, Devient, why can you not simply let me have this? "If they select those arenas, we shall simply force them to play their game differently. As I told Tal, our perspective is broader than the board and its pieces. That is our power."
I will earn my freedom. "Let's get food and let things unfold for a little bit, Tal. We can make our next move after we are full."
The "unfolding of things" culminated like so: the Aurek and Cresh lines are shut down for the remainder of the day, and security is tightened on all of the train lines around the city. The Rodian's body is recovered along with the emptied gas grenades, which immediately pin him as the culprit. The security officer whom Tal had directed towards the incident lays beside, taking the secret of our connection to the grave. The Rodian's cause of death is assumed to be dioxis exposure. No one would think, with his flesh blistered and burned as it was, that it might be anything else. Even then, the signs of suffocation would also be obscured by the tissue damage. His body is delivered to the police district as a piece of evidence, where investigators will attempt to get an ID on him. There is alertness to the possibility that he was connected to the rioters, but until they obtain a positive background check, the police will not jump as hastily to this conclusion as the local media did. The media are all over the incident, immediately filling it into their prime time coverage slot. The hazmat teams will have this station cleaned of dioxis residue after three hours with another recommended two hours before reopening. With the shutdown of these two train lines, ground and above-ground transit becomes heavily congested. The total number of casualties are three hundred and seventy-two dead and one hundred forty-six reporting symptoms of exposure, checking into nearby hospitals.
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Post by "The Acklay" on Jun 17, 2014 15:16:54 GMT -8
"I hope not, all my friends seem to be dying as of late. And don't call me 'sir,' I command no respect from you."
The Acklay slipped back into his cloaking system and spoke to Atuna through the force.
"Things are not right. It is unwise for us to stay here. Heat and unrest is a bad combination, it's what starts riots, revolutions.
The Acklay slid next to his former master. He would have put his mask into thermal mode but if he did he wouldn't have been able to make any distinction. Crowds were bad for hunts and bad for safety.
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Post by Ishmael on Jun 17, 2014 16:16:06 GMT -8
*I smiled, savoring the camaraderie that accompanies such joint enthusiasm, and simply shrugged in acquiescence. What did it matter? There is no call for haste, here: the city is a time bomb, waiting to erupt into a maelstrom of chaos and violence. In truth, these people would most likely be doomed even without our intervention; that we chose this time to arrive shows just how little the galaxy favors them. How I envy them such adversity!*
*We continue our journey on foot, Ryu turning on his heel and Aire and I falling in step. We pass several reporters on our way. None of them seem to notice the odd trio passing through their shot. I suppose they believe they have bigger problems. If they only knew.*
*I will admit, I am excited. After orchestrating a siege upon the Jedi Praxeum with my compatriots and a little...outside help (I'd neglected to bring up Gannon's presence to Ryu), I'd gone straight to Kamino to assume my posting there. What I found was endless monotony. Oh, I kept myself busy, tending my webs, but preparations tend to be dull when the end game is so many decades away. Until Ryu dropped onto my figurative doorstep not a single thing of note happened. Perhaps that's why I allowed myself to be swept up in his scheme in the first place.*
*Except I know that's not the reason. As we stalk these streets, nonchalant titans, I feel free for the first time since Kuat. I have found my purpose again...or maybe it has found me. Either way, I'm right where I'm supposed to be.*
*The eatery is upscale, with a traditional look. A counter of black marble, surrounded by a handful of stools, dominates the main room, but there are a handful of spotless tables scattered about. None of them are occupied. A single glance down the street is enough for me to see that most of the businesses in this sector are either unoccupied or closed. Perhaps their proprietors feared the rioting would spread. I applaud their foresight, but we will reach into their homes, too.*
*The door played a low note of alarm as we entered, and a harried-looking Duros suddenly appeared from the back, hastily pulling on a jacket.*
"Hey, sorry guys but we're about to close. Haven't you seen the news?"
*I smiled.*
*I will admit, I am excited.*
[/ul] *There was no gradual insinuation of my will; the full weight of my consciousness dropped heavily upon his, a noxious, smothering thing. I watched him shudder, watched his jaw clench, and then he smiled broadly.*"Sure thing guys. Seat yourselves; I'll be back out in a sec' with your menus." *There were tears in his eyes.*[/font]
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Jun 17, 2014 17:04:20 GMT -8
The ease with which he has asserted dominance lately has allayed the fears that initially seized my heart when I first came to Kamino. This is who he is. He did not stray from the path (or if he did, he's returned and nothing has gone awry because of it). Weakness did not leech away the power he had when we parted three years ago. The only question that really remains is whether he will transcend even further. My spirit is conflicted: for on the one hand, to engage in the greater conflict would certainly hasten its arrival. But on the other hand, we should never turn down what we have for certain for what is still in the nebulous future. And truly, we have spent a lot of time planning and very little time doing...
*KSSSH* That is the sound that air makes as it rushes into the gap between the inner surface of Devient and my face, as I alight upon a stool at the black marble counter. Removing the mask is of course imperative if we are going to pause to eat here; I can't very well chew through a vocabulator. The coldness of the temperature-regulated atmosphere immediately begins to soothe the inflamed skin all along my cheeks. With a moment of sudden brightness the colors bleed to white, right as Devient leaves my visage; and then, merely a moment after, my surroundings return to their softly-contrasted shades of gray. With a soft clang of metal on stone I set Devient on the countertop. And there is Tal, beside me, a metallic red aura that was intensely glowing with pleasure. And Aire on the other side, quiet but likewise demonstrating her approval by her silence.
The pregnant pause was broken by the weepy Duros flopping three paper menus before us.
I draw breath long and hard. The burning on my face has begun to fade. My wavering Force Sight stabilizes for good. It always takes me a little while to return to normal after wearing Devient for a long period of time. She is a good way to practice my endurance, though, so I don't question it. And like a weightlifter waking the morning after a vigorous workout stretching muscles that cry out in painful delight, I flex my freshly-liberated aura.
I drink deep from the well of the Dark Side. Not ten minutes ago did we waste the underground station. Their spirits still linger, their cries of suffering still resonate. So much suffering and pain, now, and just as Tal sighed with release at the moment we were in clean air above ground, feeling the results, I now do the same. The filter, Devient, lies helplessly on her back. And the Dark Side responds.
In sharp response, my silver aura sharpens and intensifies to a bright near-white. Physically, my hands clench as I shift my focus from the suffering of those no longer with us to my own suffering, on the pain just-departed. With another breath of cold air sneaking in through my nose and swelling my lungs, the clenching spreads up my arms, accompanied by further swelling of the aura.
I feel the same as when I am in a duel, preparing the unleash untold horrors upon my hapless opponent.
It feels nearly like a waste to gather the Dark Side like this and not unleash it in some useful form or another. But I shudder, and my eyelids close over these lifeless glass eyes. And as this involuntary convulsion stops, I release my fists and relax my muscles. So likewise does my focus return to normal, and in regular fashion I now continue to draw less dramatic breaths.
Devient has some effect on me, indeed.
"So, Mr. Manager. I think I'll have a water for starters. And, if you don't mind me asking, what would you recommend today?"
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jun 19, 2014 21:42:47 GMT -8
Naturally. But I'm not too worried about it. If you would, find us a place to spend the night. I have a few errands I need to run. Aidan shouldn't be too far off, if you want the company. I think you know where to find him.
Atuna tapped his wife's shoulder and waved at her. "Make a friend?"
"You know some of the strangest people, I swear." She put a hand up to his hair and tried to brush it aside, which caused his headband to slide up his forehead. Behind it blinked back a silver eye, glistening in the dim light of the tram station. "Though I suppose they're no better than my clients, at times."
"You don't say. Anyway, we have some stuff to catch up on, and we have plenty of time before Aidan gets around to finding us a place to sleep. You wanna go catch a game?"
"A game of..."
"GravBall."
"Oh... my, that does sound strange. I don't understand the rules, but watching muscular men slug athletic equipment at each other sounds kinky by itself."
"You're such a weirdo, Melia."
"Yes, I'M the strange one." She placed her hand in his and winked at him. "I winked, in case you didn't see."
"I didn't, he replied blankly. Let's walk there. It's not too far, and I'm not trusting the trams right now."
And together the disappeared into the crowd, hand in hand.
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Post by Nemo on Jun 23, 2014 18:11:40 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 lease 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. Nemo was charging down his adversary when a volley of sniper fire interrupted the fight. As if the Jedi's luck could not get any better, one of the shots was heading straight towards him. His senses were telling him about the shot but also about the other Sith's movements, a lot of activity for such a short time. Nemo quickly stopped rushing and dropped and rolled to face and sniper shot with his shield. The blast bounced off his shield and he quickly spun to face Krae, sabre active and pointing straight towards the Sith. Two against one and sniper shots messing things up? No, his luck couldn't get much worse.
The Sith was still coming, despite being the target of the sniper as well, he was determined. Nemo was looking to end this conflict quickly or take the Sith away from the rioters, a plan would come to him soon but first, damage limitation. The Jedi advanced on the Sith un-aided by Force Speed and struck out with his sabre in a horizontal strike aimed at his enemies midsection. He doubted it would strike home, it was merely an opening gambit.
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Post by Atia on Jun 26, 2014 4:53:17 GMT -8
Two, seeing her shots becoming more then danger close cursed.
-2- "Frack."
She cursed even more when she saw a wall of ground just bam, materialise from under. She took pictures of it with her cybernetic eye and put down the umbrella/rifle. Instead she reached into her pocket and took out a little makeup kit with a mirror attached to it. She used the mirror to get a better view of her own building, downstairs. She saw smoke coming out from a window some levels down and also, a computer be thrown out of a window, seemingly not a one time occurance because a second one followed. Chaos had erupted on the streets, and her targets were too far away. So, she stayed, and watched what would happen.
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Post by "The Acklay" on Jun 29, 2014 22:03:38 GMT -8
The Acklay chirped a few times in annoyance before himself departing through the crowd like the ghost of a statue. Finding Aidan wasn't that hard. Whilst Aidan was probably the greatest sniper the Acklay had ever encountered he was not the only one. He knew the way sniper's thought. They're not too unlike hunters; snipers look for a clearing, a place where they can easily pick off their target; a hunter looks for a path, a trail. A place where their quarry is likely to pass. Finding Atuna's lapdog was as easy as finding the best vantage point. With a few leaps and a few bounds he was there. A building large enough for cover yet close enough to the ground for good aim. The Acklay suspected it was an office building of some sort.
Aidan was laying on his belly near the edge of the building, his sniper rifle on a stand next to him. He was peering at the crowd below the building, which The Acklay was previously an occupant of, through a pair of binoculars which was wrapped around his neck. He didn't seem to notice the hulking phantasm approach him, but The Acklay had underestimated him before. He planted his boot on the edge of the building near Aidan's head and de-cloaked.
Make sure there is some slack on your leash; your owner wants you to find a bed for him and his mate."
The Acklay felt like a fool. He felt no better than a bird, sending and receiving messages. He was at unease; uncomfortable in this concrete jungle.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 1, 2014 4:09:58 GMT -8
Krae had a lot to process in a short time. His opponent had unexpectedly spun around to deflect blaster fire and then taken a swing at him. He did not yet have a chance to look where the shot had come from, instead staying focused on the blade that intended to halve him, but the thought was already forming that there could be a link between that blast and the flash he saw a moment before his ear started throbbing. Krae firmly held his weapon out vertically to block Nemo’s strike, and with the momentum of charging to intercept the Jedi, put his shoulder forward to give him a nudge.
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Arn and Grav were still discretely making their way towards Two’s location. They still had a lot of ground to cover, and many more rioters to navigate through. Arn was fairly certain that he could hear the faint but distinctive sound of lightsabers around, but could not get visual confirmation. Though he would not be surprised if Force users were involved in this mess, he would be annoyed to have to deal with them, as if things weren’t already bad enough.
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Jul 4, 2014 15:05:08 GMT -8
The Acklay chirped a few times in annoyance before himself departing through the crowd like the ghost of a statue. Finding Aidan wasn't that hard. Whilst Aidan was probably the greatest sniper the Acklay had ever encountered he was not the only one. He knew the way sniper's thought. They're not too unlike hunters; snipers look for a clearing, a place where they can easily pick off their target; a hunter looks for a path, a trail. A place where their quarry is likely to pass. Finding Atuna's lapdog was as easy as finding the best vantage point. With a few leaps and a few bounds he was there. A building large enough for cover yet close enough to the ground for good aim. The Acklay suspected it was an office building of some sort.
Aidan was laying on his belly near the edge of the building, his sniper rifle on a stand next to him. He was peering at the crowd below the building, which The Acklay was previously an occupant of, through a pair of binoculars which was wrapped around his neck. He didn't seem to notice the hulking phantasm approach him, but The Acklay had underestimated him before. He planted his boot on the edge of the building near Aidan's head and de-cloaked. Make sure there is some slack on your leash; your owner wants you to find a bed for him and his mate." The Acklay felt like a fool. He felt no better than a bird, sending and receiving messages. He was at unease; uncomfortable in this concrete jungle. Aidan, completely unphased by the sudden appearance of Atuna's friend, the hunter, was staring down the scope of his rifle, which had the word "Princess" affectionately branded across the barrel in Basic. Princess was a heavily modified Verpine sniper rifle, the scope and barrel of which were made thinner and longer to allow for more precise shots at even more ridiculously long ranges. Aidan had grown comfortable with taking shots over a mile in distance, and farther when necessary, but "Princess" was the only weapon he could do so reliably on. When he stared down her scope, he felt like he could see the world, was at peace with the universe.
Except when the hunter was nearby, of course."Yes," he muttered blandly. "I know what my mission is. Thank you for reminding me, though."The eerie sound of machines powering down, the dismal whine of equipment shutting off, purred for a few seconds as Aidan stood up. "Princess" folded itself seamlessly into a ball of mismatched parts that resembled something like a crushed blaster pistol, and the scope popped off into Aidan's other free hand. He holstered the strange little weapon on his belt and craned his neck back to look up at the hunter, who towered over him even in his armor."I assume you have no preliminary ideas and are just frustrated to be in this situation at all, am I right? Which means I am to do all the work, yes?"-~-~-~-~-~ Atuna's grip on Melia's hand tightened as they neared what appeared to be a huge arena. Cheers and loud crashing noises, probably coming from some strange instrument or noisemaker, erupted from within the structure like smoke from a volcano; indeed, the noise was nearly visible, as the ion trails left by passing vehicles overhead shuddered in the reverberations. Atuna smiled giddily, clearly excited beyond normal standards, provoking a curious jab from Melia's left index finger to his rib cage."What's with you?""I've never seen a GravBall game in person before, is all.""You've never seen anything before, Atuna.""You know, as far as blind people go, I can see just fine. You'd do well to cut down on the blind jokes.""Please, stop being such a baby. What else do I have to tease you about?""Have you tried not teasing me?""A quaint idea. I'll try it someday, perhaps."Atuna urged Melia on impatiently as she giggled to herself, fancying her demeanor to be the funniest in the universe. The entrance to the arena was crowded, and as the sun was setting, the lights coming from the arena top seemed to illuminate the sky. Atuna figured it was probably a big game that night, and purchased two tickets in the upper echelons of the stadium, for better viewing and noise cancellation, as well as served refreshments. When he arrived, he was pleasured to find the booth mostly empty. The game was starting soon, and he had this particular box all to himself."Quite a view from up here," Melia mused."I wouldn't know.""See, when I make a blind joke, it's funny. When you do it-""-it's either true, depressing, or both. Yeah. I know."He threw a matter-of-factly glance at his wife before she bit her lip and sighed."Okay, okay, no more blind jokes. I'm going to use the ladies room before this starts.""We can get snacks up here. Want anything?""I'll grab something when I get back. Thanks though."She planted a swift kiss on her husband and hurried out the door to locate a lavatory. Atuna, suddenly feeling slightly off-put by something, took a seat and rested his chin into the thenar space of his balled fist. His senses were heightening, as they seemed to when he sensed a disturbance in the Force. What it was, he knew not, but something was very wrong somewhere close, and it made him uneasy. He prayed that Melia would hurry back, that they would enjoy the game, get a good night's sleep, and not come back to Nubia for a long time.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 16:51:38 GMT -8
Krokh stood on the sidelines for now, letting Krae handle the Jedi fool for a little bit, since it was only fair they both had a fairly equal crack at the man. Besides, Krokh needed to be alert and ready in case another sniper wanted to try and pot shot them again, although he wasn't entirely certain whom the sniper owed allegiance to, since the Jedi had also had to avoid a few shots himself. Perhaps it was one of those anti-force user organizations that floated about the galaxy, after all there was quite a few of them hiding in the shadows
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Post by Nemo on Jul 13, 2014 7:44:49 GMT -8
Nemo shifted his shield to block the shoulder barge of Krae but was still pushed back by the sheer force of the attack. Once he was separated from his foe for a moment he realised the folly of his tactic. He could only hold the attention of one of the Sith during a direct confrontation and they were all in the killing zone of a sniper. He had to move and he had to draw the Sith away. Without taking his eyes off Krae he reached out with his other senses, which was difficult with all the conflict around. However he did find an alley that was mostly unoccupied but it was directly behind him and the opening was about two hundred feet away. A long way to run with Sith behind you and in a sniper's sights.
There was no reward without risk and the Jedi had decided on his course of action. He spun around and began to sprint towards the alley entrance. Within a few seconds he had slung his shield over his back for protection and was relying on his sabre for protection against the sniper.
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Post by Darth Belial on Jul 14, 2014 16:32:20 GMT -8
Krokh stood on the sidelines for now, letting Krae handle the Jedi fool for a little bit, since it was only fair they both had a fairly equal crack at the man. Besides, Krokh needed to be alert and ready in case another sniper wanted to try and pot shot them again, although he wasn't entirely certain whom the sniper owed allegiance to, since the Jedi had also had to avoid a few shots himself. Perhaps it was one of those anti-force user organizations that floated about the galaxy, after all there was quite a few of them hiding in the shadows In a city rife with the virulent stench of chaos, the Hunters had finally found their prey. It was no easy feat to filter out the putrescent odours of death and war, yet it was the very vital fluid which soared through their target's veins that had betrayed his position. Acting like the trained Bloodhounds they were, the Hunters had silently stalked through the streets filled with rioting Nubian citizens. None had seen their approach, as these trained reptilian assassins clung to the shadows of the City like a forlorn lover. Darkness was their ally and within it's embrace they would fulfill their task, even if it meant their lives would be forfeit. When their target had been sighted, a single hunter had broken from his pack to advance upon the unsuspecting warrior. The Noghri, adorned in a raiment of lusterless obsidian, came upon his target with a predatory glint in his gaze. Were he assigned to cut this man's life-thread, his target would die without the honour of knowing whom took his life.
However, instead of killing their target, they were assigned to lead this man astray. Simple rebellions and riots were nothing in comparison to what their Master had to offer. Thus, removing himself from the shadows and making himself known to the man burdened with the name of Krokh, the Noghri began his critical task without hesitation."My master seeks an audience with you, Lord Krokh. This world harbours little more than paltry entertainment for a hunter such as you. Let us away from this pathetic sector and let it bathe in the fires of it's own making. Accept his invitation, and a door to greater things shall be opened. Decline, and the threads of life shall be cut sooner than desired." Most Sith never took well to such demands, and the Noghri was secretly expecting a fight. If such events would come to pass, the remainder of the pack would pick up where their lone wolf had failed. Either way, dead or alive, Krokh was coming with them...
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 17, 2014 2:15:42 GMT -8
Krae was disappointed to see the Jedi up and run so soon, but he was hardly surprised. It was an inevitable action for the spoil sport, given what he was up against, though the Devaronian did suspect that Nemo was just trying to control the situation by luring them away from the people, possibly even into an ambush. The odds were still in the Siths' favour though, so Krae had no hesitation in giving chase. He moved his short legs surprisingly quick in pursuit of the Jedi, shouting as he took off. "Run, run, RUUUN! Hehehehehe."
The assumption that Krokh would have also joined in the game of cat and croc meant that Krae had run quite some distance before sensing that his friend was not tagging along. He peered over his shoulder to see what the hold up was, when he laid eyes on the sinister looking creature that had approached Krokh. Krae slid to a halt, and found himself half way between Nemo and Krokh, uncertain of where this twist was going.
This dark character could have been from the 'congratulations on sparking such an excellent riot' comity, for all Krae knew, but when he had started to notice, in the corner of his eye, several other lingering shadowy figures, with the skill to practically vanish whenever he looked to see what was there, he knew that something was about to get interesting... not that this was a dull day. ---------- Arn and Grav were getting close to their target, though Grav was running out of puff again. "Keep moving." Arn ordered his brother. "You can have a quick breather once we get into this building." He was keen to get the two of them out of sight from the windows above before they were spotted. "Aw, man... Thought we'd... be busting sculls... Not pounding... pavement." Grav complained between breaths, but he pushed on all the same.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 6:06:49 GMT -8
Krokh had been about to calmly follow after the escaping Jedi and the somewhat over enthusiastic Krae, when he sensed the approach of the Noghri Commando. He reached up and pulled free one of his Boomerangs and held it aloft as the Noghri relayed an invitation from his master, in one of those life or death invitations. Krokh had long moved past getting riled up every time someone made this particular proposition, after all it was usually a test set out to see how you reacted. It was a good way of seperating the wheat from the chaff =Krokh DuhnDe= You must have some big bronze one's mate, or not have much care about living. Either way, I've never declined an invite, and I think we've gotten this party well and truely started... Come on Krae, these fella's seem to want to invite us out for drinks... After you mate...
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Post by Darth Belial on Jul 18, 2014 9:22:07 GMT -8
The Death Commando had grinned in a serpentine approximation of a smile at his genetic cousin’s words. It would have been a shame if the pack had to have been called into action, slaying one of their kin because he was unwilling to be enlightened by the truth. Staving off such a dishonour, the Noghri commando had taken a more relaxed and inviting stance under the cover of the shadows loving embrace. His hands no longer hovering over his weapons, and instead began tugging at the billowing edges of his obsidian cloak.
“I live only for the Master. If he requires me to stand before the gates of the afterlife with arms spread wide, it would stain my honour not to do as he wishes.” He paused, silencing the undo reverence trailing his every word. “It would be a correct assumption to say that you have a vessel in orbit, yes? If so, provide me with the coordinates, and my pack and I shall meet you there. We shall be your guides in the speckled black curtain of the void, ensuring you arrive at the Master’s estate with haste.”
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Post by Atia on Jul 18, 2014 15:35:43 GMT -8
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Two only got glimses off the new noghri. Not that she knew what kind of race it was, but she made sure to take a lot of photographs. Not to mention the jedi. With the jedi running off into the crowds, she couldnt follow. She was too high up and too far away, but a dude with a lightsaber and a shield would never be hard to find. But first.... what is this? She took good pictures of the trio and the noghri commandos. The wall was in the way, but after running a couple windows, she got a bit better vantage. She downloaded the pictures from her eye to her datapad, and decided that enough information was gathered on the sith side, she needs to find that jedi. She packed down her umbrella accessories, and took a run at the elovator, getting down to ground level. If she is lucky, she can still find the jedi. If she is extremely lucky, she can find the jedi while he is in trouble and gain his trust by helping.
And geesh, does people here get in trouble much! She put a new Tetra-Atom chewing gum into her mouth, and popped a balloon just as the elovator doors opened.
Five guys with battons and nailboards and other civilian mishmash riot weapons. They were looking strangely at this twilek chick with an umbrella and loud chewing. Seeing no fear, no defencive reaction just someone acting as if this was a sunday stroll they decided to let this one be, and opened a lane between them. These people were after all just here to break down the great machine called goverment, not evildoers whom would hurt a lone twilek woman with an umbrella! The twilek ran off towards the jedis last direction, trying to get a glimpse or two of the meeting that was going on in the middle of the plaza/road while she did. She tried to look like someone who was more ready for rain then a riot, hurrying away as fast as possible. The jedi had a huge lead on her.
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