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Oct 21, 2015 20:19:55 GMT -8
Post by The Shadow King on Oct 21, 2015 20:19:55 GMT -8
Alistair watched in silence as the woman dove through the opening above the securithugs in the doorway, his eyes somehow managing to track the supernaturally fast movement to its point of cessation, where the woman wasted no time or effort in eliminating the immediate threat of the security outside. Quick and efficient, without the need to show off her skill or power in a grandiose and flashy display. She would do nicely.
He turned then, and proceeded away from the cantina and the security reinforcements that would no doubt be arriving in short order. She had her instructions and the datapad she would need to maintain contact, and he had no desire to be detained by the local authorities for questioning.
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Meanwhile inside the cantina, the soldiers barely registered the blur that passed over them, and even then only noticed it because of the disruption it caused in the water cascading from the ceiling. It passed from their minds in short order, however, as they had more pressing concerns to attend to. Like getting the targets out from behind the bar so they could subdue them, and preventing the one that wasn't behind the bar from flanking them when they moved forward. Two of the group, one with shield and the other keeping his blaster trained on the Iridonian's position waiting for a shot, split off toward her cover, while those remaining began to move toward the bar in a tight cluster, keeping one shield protecting their flank and two facing front. A pair of flash-bang grenades were lobbed over the bar as they advanced, hopefully rendering those hiding there open to the attack that was on its way.
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Oct 22, 2015 16:52:07 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 22, 2015 16:52:07 GMT -8
When the flashbangs had gone off earlier, they had caused some hearing loss, even from the covered position and covered ears. He had protected himself lightly using the Force, but not enough, as the incessant ringing was making the fight more difficult now. Approaching troops sneaking up on him might not be heard until they were closer, and it was a liability. This fight was getting old already, and it had barely even started. This day had begun as the Man just wanting to have a cold beer, and relax at the bar. Now, these nimrods were ruining the whole thing. Why? Because some people just don't understand that they don't have to bully others in order to validate their existence. Bullies were the pet peeve of this stranger. They served little purpose in this universe, save making others lives miserable.
It was time to put an end to this. Now.
Two of the others in the bar came up beside the stranger behind the bar, one of them smiling...the other shooting a look of 'You dumbass'. While not unfounded, the mysterious man rolled his eyes, showing his level of caring. He stood up a little bit, and peeked over the bar. The troopers were shifting around to cover their flank. The Zabrak woman had moved to a booth, but now was kind of cut off, and blocked. Earlier, the woman who was all alone in the corner had taken out one of the original thugs that he had defended himself against. The bright flash of a blue lightsaber had illuminated the area in an azure light for just a moment, and the trooper fell in two. It had taken a while to sink in during the chaos, but that weapon had looked familiar....One that he had not seen in a long time...Not since...no, not her?!?! What the hell was -she- doing here??
If she was here, then that meant that they had finally found him. He didn't know how, but his past had finally caught up with him....it was most -definitely- time to get the hell out of here, like yesterday.
The floor was now covered in water from the sprinklers. A quick hop up to the top of the bar, then a VERY fast leap upward to the open rafters of the bar carried the stranger to a bird's eye view. His eyes fell upon a piece of metal conduit about two rafters over. His hand shot outward, and he felt the force flow through his body, coursing through the muscles that had resisted the touch of the force for nearly two years. He willed the power to engulf the metal tube. He closed his hand, and yanked backward, ripping the pipe in two, and sending it down toward the floor. This was the main power line coming into the bar, supplying the entire place with electricity. The wires sparked as they separated, and fell. The warrior hoped that it would catch the water below, and shock the remaining troops below.
The lights went out, sending the entire bar into darkness. In a blur of force-induced speed, the stranger shot back down to the bar out ahead of the wires, grabbed Darik, and launched skyward yet again, removing him from possible electrocution on the wet floor....There -was- a lot of power flowing through those electrical lines, after all. The other stranger caught what his buddy was up to, and sighed heavily, following into the rafters. The Zabrak woman was up off the floor, and in a booth, clear of danger. She wouldn't be affected by the electrical melee about to ensue. Darik was in a bit of a stunned silence at how quickly his location had just changed, and was looking around his new perch. He pulled his blaster out, and shimmied his way into a covered spot a few feet from where the stranger had placed him in the upper reaches of the open-ceiling bar. While decorative in nature, it had put them above the sprinklers and out of shock range. Darik was just glad he wasn't on the receiving end of this.
The stranger glared down upon the men below. He really wished he hadn't had to dip into the Force. He had been doing his damndest not to; He really didn't want to be found. Now, anyone that felt that burst of Force energy would know he was, at the very least, still alive. At worst, they would locate him, as the woman had. He had to catch up with her, and find out what the kriff she was doing here, and how she had tracked him. He was one of the best at covering his tracks, especially with the Mandalorians looking for him as well. There were damn good reasons for this stranger to want to remain anonymous....too many who wished to do him harm were searching for him. Too many were they that wanted to bring him back to his old life of combat tour after combat tour would pretty much stop at nothing to achieve that goal.
It would not happen. No, not on this day, or ever again. That life was over now, and it would remain as such. No one needed to know who he was. It was just safer for everyone that way. He needed to get past these guys, and find that woman. Besides, he wanted his lightsaber back....
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Oct 25, 2015 16:22:14 GMT -8
Post by The Shadow King on Oct 25, 2015 16:22:14 GMT -8
Unfortunately, the disconnected power conduit had a much less dramatic effect than the mysterious stranger had hoped, dropping to the floor and tripping the building's breaker the moment it struck water. There was still enough of a jolt to drop several of the securithugs to one knee, but not nearly enough to put them out of the fight. Since the last thing they'd seen before the lights went out was one of their targets disappearing into the rafters, several of the men raised their rifles and opened fire skyward, aimlessly pelting the area with stun bolts and praying to all that was right and good that they'd at least be able to hold them off long enough to get outside where their backup was waiting.
They backed hastily through the door they'd entered from, exiting the establishment in as orderly a fashion as they could, but when some of their number turned to relay what had happened to their comrades, they were stunned to silence. Every last one of them was dead. Crushed beneath the weight of their own cruiser. A woman stood in midst the carnage, and it took a full five seconds before any of the securithugs found the wherewithal to raise their blasters and open fire. If they'd thought of it, they would probably have switched the weapons to kill, but in that moment every single one of them knew they wouldn't be making it out alive, and that knowledge had jarred them to their core.
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Oct 30, 2015 19:25:29 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 19:25:29 GMT -8
Trynna was slightly disappointed by how easily she killed the remaining security outside. Her heart rate was hardly raised yet. It was almost another minute before the other security officers decided to exit the bar. By that time she had already turned back towards the establishment and patiently waited for them to exit, lightsaber drawn and ready as she drew upon the Force as a reservoir to aid her. Then there was a spark in the Force of a presence she hadn't felt in a very long time...could it be? She was imagining things. It only distracted her for a moment.
Tryn laughed when security stopped dead in their tracks, very briefly surveying their fallen comrades. As soon as they started blasting away, she was a blur again as she surged with Force Speed. Her lightsaber instinctively found the bolts as the Force flowed through her, bouncing them away while she advanced to the security guards to her left, maneuvering her blade with the intent of slicing them in two. If successful, she would then come out of Speed about 5 seconds later, saber still drawn and ready, to address the remaining security.
"Run." she would say simply in her dark, velvety purr.
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Oct 30, 2015 21:45:35 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 30, 2015 21:45:35 GMT -8
There. There it was. The troopers falling back was the opening they needed. It was time to go.
The Stranger pressed one button on the comlink, and sent a signal to the cat in the rafters.
"M.I.C.R.O....We are outta here. Evac on me. Moving out the rear."
"Copy that. Enroute now."
As the cat made its way down from the rafters, so did the Stranger, along with his friend, carrying Darik down with him. Pointing at his eyes, then the back door, then to Darik's blaster, the warrior conveyed what he needed to, knowing that none of them were hearing very well. Darik nodded, and made for the kitchen, closely followed by the other. Raxana, seeing the retreating troopers, had the same idea, and ended up bringing up the close rear guard without even needing to be told to do so. The stranger took notice of her military-style stance, her crisp actions, and immediate reactions, making a mental note to ask her where she got her training.
The group made its way through the kitchen, and to the back door. Darik took one side, the stranger the other. The other two took up covering positions further inside,and waited for the door to be opened. The cat had followed as well, and was now perched on the stranger's shoulder. A message was broadcast, but with his hearing impaired, the stranger didn't hear the beeping comlink....
What transpired next might have been avoided had it been...The sensor array in the cat replica droid's body had detected six troopers outside the back door, with weapons set to kill. The message literally fell upon deaf ears as Darik burst through the door, with the Stranger about to move in behind him. Without warning, the six men opened fire, startled by the loud bang of the door being kicked open. Darik was hit four times, twice in the body, once in the left leg, and a pretty nasty wound to his neck. He instantly dropped to the ground, screaming in pain.
It happened right in front of his eyes. The stranger's face suddenly went white for a moment as Darik hit the ground. Another person hurt because of him....someone else to add to the growing list. This...this was not acceptable. History was -not- going to repeat itself. Something deep inside of him snapped, and his face went ice cold. His blue eyes went black, and a low growl escaped his throat. Knowing well what was about to happen, the cat quickly jumped off his shoulder as the blonde man stepped out into the fray.
As soon as he stepped into the doorway, the troopers engaged the new threat. To their horror, he began deflecting their blaster shots away with his bare hands. As the man advanced, their weapons began to tremble. The stranger took another step forward, and they flew into the air, ripped from their hands, and flung away like paper on the wind. Stunned, the troopers began to back up, trying to hide behind their shields...which lasted about as long as the blasters had. They, too, were wrenched away, much to the extreme dismay of the now-panicked security troopers.
It was here that it truly got ugly.
Several of the men had drawn their shock batons, in a vain attempt to defend themselves. The first one that took a swing at the advancing Stranger was stopped with no effort, and lifted rapidly into the air with a flick of the Stranger's index finger. Opening his hand about halfway, the trooper's limbs were immediately stretched outward, nearly being ripped from their sockets. The trooper was yelling for his friends to help him, but they were so scared at this point, they were frozen in place.
"I've known people like you my whole life. It's time you see what happens when you underestimate your enemy."
The stranger looked at the one he held in his grasp, the force flowing heavily from him now...almost radiating from his body.
"This is where you end. This? This is where you fall. I figured you'd like to know that."
Flinging his hand open the rest of the way, both the arms and legs of the hapless trooper were ripped out of their sockets. Screaming, the man was cast into the back wall of the cantina, his head splattering across the red brick.
The stranger hadn't even turned to look at the carnage. Instead, his hands shot forward again, sending out a massive wave of energy, throwing the five remaining backward. The wave hit, sending the men backward into the wall behind them. It was here that the stranger closed his hand, again dipping into the well of the force, gripping one of the officer's upper body in place. His other hand closed, this time sending the telekinetic energy to grip the man's lower body. Whipping his hands apart, the man was torn in two by the raging stranger, blood spraying all over his executioner. The stranger began laughing maniacally as the blood rained upon him, appearing to almost be sent into a euphoric state by the destruction and death.
The men knew they were going to die a horrible death, and they couldn't do a thing about it.
The stranger again reached out with his demonic power, sending two more of the troopers skyward. One of the remaining two troopers tried to attack with his shock baton, but was stopped in his tracks as quickly as the first had been, getting disarmed in a quick flip of the warrior's wrist. In a blur, the baton was flipped around, the blonde haired stranger stepped behind the trooper, driving the sparking baton through the back of the man's head, sending it out through his face, right between the eyes. Wobbling slightly, and gurgling, the trooper fell to his knees. As his body hit the ground, so too did the ones flung into the air, bones crunching as they hit.
The impact had caused such trauma that both were dead upon hitting the ground.
The final trooper began trying to back up, to get away from this monster. He fell backward, and tried to scramble away on his arse, his hand out in front of him. He was whimpering, and crying...begging this evil creature to spare him. The stranger reached his hand out, grabbing this last poor soul, and lifting him off the ground. Pulling him close, the blonde-haired man stared coldly into the other man's terrified eyes. A sickening odor filled the air, and a stream of liquid poured out of the trooper's pants legs as the contents of his bowels and bladder were emptied.
Disgusting.
"I will give you the gift you were so willing to take from others...your life, and your freedom. But, it will come at a price, I assure you."
Taking the trooper's baton, the warrior sent it crashing across the helmet with such force that it split open, creating a sizable gash in the trooper's forehead as well. Swinging it again, the stranger again landed a heavy blow, this time on the officer's left leg, shattering the femur. Lifting him up a bit more, the stranger threw him a ways down the alley, his screams diminishing as he skidded and bounced across the rough surface of the concrete.
It was only then that the man noticed that the group that had been inside had moved outside to get to Darik, getting the wounded man to cover. It was also then that he also noticed pain coming from his own right side. Looking down, he saw that he had a pretty good hit from a blaster in his abdomen. In his rage, he hadn't noticed that one of the blaster bolts had found its mark. Grabbing the wound, he stumbled toward the group. Collapsing to his knees, he chuckled. In a raspy voice, he began to speak.
"I think I need a medic....and a drink...."
The last thing he realized before falling unconscious, was that his hearing had returned. Well, at least -one- thing was going right today....
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Nov 2, 2015 19:05:22 GMT -8
Post by The Shadow King on Nov 2, 2015 19:05:22 GMT -8
Laskin Timms was having a very bad day.
When he got up that morning, the last thing he imagined happening was his entire squad getting slaughtered by some pissed off sith. He'd actually been pretty happy. Just a few days before, he'd managed to snag that promotion he'd been gunning for, securing a position on the rapid response team along with a nice pay raise.
He'd had a feeling this call wasn't going to be a good one as soon as they got it. This particular cantina happened to be the same one frequented by a security officer by the name of Farrik Blist, a particularly thuggish man who was known for two things; His patently obvious alpha male complex, and his love of booze. When the two managed to combine, which was often, the results were never particularly good. Half the force still wondered why they even kept him around, and things only got worse when his posse was around. That's what he liked to call them, like some sort of righteous gang of outlaws in those cheesy holodramas. All they really were was bullies and brutes, and they'd gotten off their shift only an hour before the call came in.
So basically, right on schedule.
His suspicions had been confirmed when the briefing had revealed the identity of the reporting caller to be one of the aforementioned thugs, and Laskin had nearly dropped his rifle then and there. What was it this time? Blist bullied another shop owner and took it too far, prompting a mob to form in defense of another citizen? Or maybe there was a spacer outfit in town and he decided it would be a good idea to try and assert dominance, so he got his ass royally handed to him like he always did. Whatever it was, Laskin was sick and tired of being pitted against good citizens just to cover that man's stupid arrogance. If they were lucky, he'd already be dead by the time they arrived.
But they weren't lucky. They were about as unlucky as anyone this side of civilization ever could be. The briefing had said it might be a hostile force user, but Laskin knew how jumpy people around here could be. They'd already gotten two of those calls in this month alone, and both had been false alarms. Just some out-of-towners who overplayed their hand and spooked the locals. Hell, he was pretty sure the second call had only happened because some guy was losing a game of Pazaak and didn't want to pay up.
Regardless, this time it wasn't a false alarm. His unit had been tasked with guarding the rear entrance, and after what sounded like a short struggle followed by a loud crash from the front of the cantina, an out of breath officer screamed "Shoot to kill! Shoot to kill!" over the comms, and they'd opted to follow the desperate order. If ever Laskin had heard the voice of a man about to die, that had been it. The sound alone sent a chill down his spine, and he began to wonder what the hell the officer must have seen to prompt such an extreme reaction.
He found out only a moment later when the door burst open and the lead officers opened up on whoever was exiting the cantina. The first one went down instantly, but the second took only a single hit before the blaster bolts started flying back at them, deflected by some kind of forcefield around the blonde man's hands. He was impossibly fast, and Laskin knew it was all over as soon as his rifle began to shake, then got ripped out of his hands toward the sky. He did the only thing he could at that point, drawing his stun baton in a futile effort to save his friends and brothers, but was just as helpless in that regard as he had been with the rifle.
He was almost numb with shock by the time the man finished literally tearing his squad apart, filling the small alley with the stench of death and the blood and ichor of dismembered corpses. His brain didn't even register the words the man was speaking, he was too focused on begging for his own life to care, and a silent scream tried to push past his lips as his head erupted in agony. His leg was next, pain shooting up from above his knee, but that barely registered. The screams finally made it out of his mouth when the man let go, hurling him bodily down the alley to land in a twisted heap of man and agony, and it wasn't long before he passed out.
His last thought before he did was that if this fething sith hadn't killed Blist, he was gonna make kriffing sure he finished the job.
Out in front of the cantina, the men fared no better against a lightsaber than those in back had against the force, and it was only a matter of moments before the area around the building fell deathly silent, save for the occasional half-wail of the overturned cruiser's broken siren.
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Nov 5, 2015 21:06:14 GMT -8
Post by Diamonte Tuhlute on Nov 5, 2015 21:06:14 GMT -8
If the Flash-bangs were not enough for me to sever my connection, the fact that the entire pub filled with an aura that was flowing like an unchecked wild fire. This aura was bone-chilling, but very powerful. when you are someone who sees through the living force, you rely on the shades of aura. How it resonates and deteriorates over time to paint the picture of what is going on.
This aura drenched the scene in a relative light that was as harmful as staring at a star… while in orbit around the same.
As my spirit returned and re-mingled… one afterimage remained seared in my was two eye staring at me from the licking flames. I could not even blink without seeing the stare from hellfire. and the worst part, was that these eyes were familiar.
But my time for introspection was swiftly ended as a humanoid droid entered the chamber, carrying a tray with a teapot, cups and a covered dish
:: I am glad to see you have returned to singularity. I brought you one of your Preferred meals to return your strength.:: “ Thank you Jedimaru, you are always 3 moves ahead of me.” As the droid set the tray down at my desk I stood from my meditation spot and marveled at the events that gave my once captive AI companion, Gordon, not one but two forms. The story was epic and glorious, featuring team ups beyond realty… but even in a self monologue, the time to recreate the events was fleeting.“ Thank you my friend, What made you choose S1 over R6?” :: R6 is more tactically ready, but that means that many protocols I would run would trigger a weapon to be armed.:: “ True enough.” I took a moment to enjoy the tea and food. paprika Nuna, my favorite. in a moment of serenity, I contemplated what I knew. things fell into line for me quickly. …i just did not want to believe what was happening.“ Jedimaru, is the back door still in place? can I access tapped Jedi Archive files through Starnet?” :: Indeed.:: “ Run a scan of the personnel files of jedi with either a history as a dark side force user, or who are listed as unstable enough and could use the Dark Side to further their ends” :: Sir… several jedi are caught by that scan… including yourself.:: “ Understood. just show all the files.” :: Of course… sir a ping has just been recorded on Starnet from a location on world.::
I activated the toolbox, an AI tool that was Gordon’s Intellect incarnate, without the personality of the genuine article. Selecting the User map, the ping zoomed the map… until it was revealed that the ping came from a one klick radius of my ship.
“ Oh no… S1, filter net to only include those granted Starnet access” :: That limits the choices down to you… and the AWOL Master Matango.:: “ then compose a letter to all active Starnet users Jedi rank Master-2A or higher… exclude Master Matango.”
With the letter composed and sent on its way, I gathered my things and snuck down from my cloaked ship into the general landing bay. I was in 42… and my employer said the ship would be in bay 17. Before leaving, I instructed Jedimaru to switch to the more tactically able R6 Variant and to prepare for take off keeping the ship in a rescue variance... when I approached the ship I raised my hand over my comm and 'spoke' in a mechanical voice. truth be told although I had the ability to talk, I refused to for the mystery since I was not Diamonte Tuhlute, I was Tekikarin. the synth process was very easy as the words were just a script read down that I typed up in my head using my implants
"The crew approaches from the bar. but I would not be surprised if they bring unwanted company. warm up the engines, I will keep the entry safe until everyone is aboard."
The gungan nodded and soon walked up the ramp into the body of the ship. grabbing my pistol I step into a traditional low ready and await the coming friends... and foes
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Nov 5, 2015 22:14:14 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 5, 2015 22:14:14 GMT -8
Watching the scene unfold was almost like deja vu. Not quite in the literal sense, his history sprinkled with events that he was not ready to explain to anyone. The familiar thrill gripped him, each soldier that came and fell another to add to the list of those that seemed all to ready to die. Perhaps it was his own perception that gave him that inkling, as all he could really suffice as an alternative was a dedication to putting down a sole individual well beyond their pay grad. He had encountered such instances of resistance on other planets over his years, but none quite as ferocious as this outside of the field of war.
Perhaps he was getting old. Or perhaps he was beginning to lose his edge.
A thought that passed quickly from his thoughts as the chaos began to curb in his compatriots favor. A bit too much as he watched the man he called companion tear through soldier after soldier. He was not one to disagree with the attempt made via electrical current, but he was one to admit that he would have preferred that course have succeeded rather than burn out with what hopes might accompany their shifting predicament. He would have gladly taken part in the resolution of the final act, but it was clear to him that it was not in his cards. But it seemed as though, with injuries passing left and right, that he would have to play the circumstantial hero; as much as he was still lingering on a resentment of the concept. He was not about to throw his life away for that man, but he was not willing to allow him to die either.
He was no longer the monster.
Before he moved to clean up his companion's collapsed form, he stopped to revel in the sight. Beaten, but not broken. It clawed at his psyche to dismiss the opportunity to be the one to have beaten him. He had beaten him, once before, though it was far from permanent. Crossing the room, his boots slapping through the light soak of the floor into thuds against the floor itself. Everything seemed in slow motion, his eyes wandering around the building until it fell on the ruckus outside, the man collapsed before him and the injured and seemingly dying smuggler. He didn't even make the effort to acknowledge what was left in the room before stooping down to pull his comrade up from the ground.
He was heavy, as if he were lifeless, but every indication told him that he was still alive. It wasn't that inkling that drove him to move, but rather the idea that their business there was unfinished. If they did not leave, he was fairly certain that the soldiers they had seen and killed would not be the only ones they would have to deal with before they left the placid rock. His ties, his past, they meant nothing as he contemplated the end of their time on the Dantooine. What other reason did they have to stay aside from what business he had to attend to. Lifting his companion and holding him aloft with what strength he could muster with minimal exertion, he moved towards the exit of the alley. A task that was more difficult than leaving the bar at least until he could rest the man against the wall.
His mind was set on one directive, but he couldn't help but bring his gaze to the woman who was waiting for them outside; a woman who had helped them for a reason he couldn't place.
This day was looking to be one of the worst.
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Nov 7, 2015 13:36:11 GMT -8
Post by Picas Dixon on Nov 7, 2015 13:36:11 GMT -8
Jedi Historian Picas Dixon and newly-anointed Jedi Karrus Opin arrived in Garang without issue, which Picas was very surprised at given Karrus' reckless driving skills and the state of the speeder that they rode in. Karrus parked it in an open bay to be watched over by a droid attendant, and the two Jedi headed into the city proper. "We should get a droid for the enclave, Karrus," Picas thought out load as they meandered their way through the hubbub of daily city life. "It would be useful to have someone to greet visitors if the Jedi were otherwise occupied."
"Something," Karrus corrected. He did not have much love for droids. "But I do see your point. When you get back, we'll get one."
Picas was wearing his Jedi Historian robes, and Karrus his traditional Jedi garb. They were getting plenty of stairs from the public, who had not seen Jedi in a while. "They're probably unaware that the enclave is back up and running." Karrus commented. Picas nodded his agreement.
"They'll know soon. Here is where we leave each other. Good luck in your search, Karrus. I will leave a message at the enclave when I reach Glee Anselm."
"May the Force be with you, Picas." Karrus said to his lover's back as he walked away.
Now, it was Karrus' job to look for potential Jedi in Garang. It was a big place to look, so he best start immediately.
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Nov 7, 2015 19:41:43 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 19:41:43 GMT -8
Tryn only killed two of the officers before coming out of Force Speed. The rest took her offer of life and ran. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, leaving her lightsaber activated. She scanned the area for further threats, both with her stormy blue eyes and the Force. She could feel the turmoil remaining in the cantina. She could also feel...
Her eyes darkened as she felt that aura again. It was the same one she thought she imagined just minutes ago. He was here, Adi was here. His presence felt different through the Force than last she felt it, but she was certain it was him. Trynna heard the commotion in the alleyway. She took a few steps forward until it and it's occupants where in her view. She studied the men curiously. Her pale face tilt, she watched as one of the men stared down at the man with Adi's essence. The man looked up from Adi and stared right at her. She reflexively smirked back at him, deactivating her lightsaber and stepping toward the pair with her senses alert in the Force and it's power still held in reserve...just in case. In the distance, the whine of another security vehicle sounded with purpose. That wasn't good.
She stopped a little more than a yard away from them. A few hairs out of place was the only indicator that she had been fighting. "Need a hand?" she asked smoothly, the question directed at the man standing. Tryn thought about killing the unconscience man right then and there, perhaps kill both men, but she was still curious. She could always kill them later if she felt like it. "I suggest we move out before more of their buddies show up. You got a ship or something?"
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Nov 7, 2015 23:24:44 GMT -8
Post by juuma on Nov 7, 2015 23:24:44 GMT -8
Most crew members would have done as they were told and prepared the ship, but Juuma was not most crew members. Instead the orange-skinned gungan marched back up the ramp with a scowl on his face. The instant Juuma entered the ship he reached into a storage container and prepared a Z-71 Rotary cannon. Walking back down the ramp with a power generator strapped to his back and the cannon readied Juuma approached the man who had signaled him. "Meesa got dis, youssa prep da ship." Juuma said with a smirk as he lowered his stance bracing the cannon for a firing position. Juuma held the trigger at a half pull readying the barrels by keeping them spinning and waiting for their new comrades to arrive as well as whatever company they brought along with them. As he waited Juuma chuckled to himself. "Meesa no getta usea dis blasta ofteen, meesa happy Jumma make da baddies all doomda"
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Nov 8, 2015 4:22:38 GMT -8
Post by Picas Dixon on Nov 8, 2015 4:22:38 GMT -8
While Karrus was new to being a Jedi, he was not new to the Force. Being a Sith Lord for most of his adult life, Karrus had a fine grasp over Force-based abilities. Using them without rage was his issue. He still hadn't perfected the Falanassi illusions that Illana taught them in the afterlife.
Ilana.
Karrus had forgot all about her. Perhaps they should look into finding her when Picas returned. She would make a fine addition to the enclave. He cast his gaze upwards, watching as several interstellar transports left their berths and headed skyward. Picas would be on one of them, and he found himself slightly jealous that he was not going on an adventure to another planet, but was stuck in a capital city on a backwater world looking for those Force-attuned individuals that probably did not want to be found. He sighed, and reached out with his senses, searching.
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Nov 8, 2015 14:24:23 GMT -8
Post by Diamonte Tuhlute on Nov 8, 2015 14:24:23 GMT -8
‘The Muscle is a Pudding-brain… how Cliché’
my jaw dropped as the Gungan walked out with a weapon unreasonable for the scenario. behind the mask of shadow provided by the cowl i gazed incredulously at the individual, part of me wanted to dictate the rules of the mission, how we were commanded not to kill… as far as we were able (the few that the impressive recruit managed to take down were certainly exception), how i doubted that he had actually done the scouting on the mission in order to know who was friendly and who wasn’t But the old Instramtan Idiom held true. When the dog has a treat and wants to play the rule is: No Take only throw. I holstered my pistol to free my hand, and placed it over my comm to begin ‘speaking’ again
“Very well. Friendlies number 5. zabrak female, three human or near at least… 2 male and a female… oh and there is a Cat with them… I think… It didn’t seem give off a resonance when i scouted the recruits.”
And with those words out of my mouth, i swept round and began to walk swiftly up the ramp. reaching into my pocket i turned on the Toolbox and inquired as to the exact power up sequence… this being an older ship… it would require multiple stops to safely power up.
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Nov 8, 2015 16:50:44 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Nov 8, 2015 16:50:44 GMT -8
It had happened so rapidly...First, the Captain and the blonde man were making a move to exit the back door, and the next moment, Darik was down. Raxana was going to move to get the Captain out of the line of fire, but the stranger had stepped out into the alleyway. The scene of carnage that followed was beyond words....troopers literally being ripped to pieces, seemingly without anything other than the wave of his hand.
He -had-, however, cleared the way for the group to move outside, and allow her to get Darik over behind a large trash receptacle. One of the troopers flew by her, screaming as he went. The blonde stranger made his way back toward them, but he too had been hit. Two casualties, and two blocks to the spaceport to retrieve The Loki. Darik was in really bad shape too....and if he didn't get medical attention, he would be dead within minutes.
The stranger collapsed, and his friend picked him up. The other woman in the bar approached, and made a wise suggestion.
"Yea, we need to get out of here. We have a ship at the spaceport...but that's a couple blocks away.
I have an idea."
Raxxie ran out to the front of the cantina, and scanned around until she spotted what she was looking for. Running over to the speeder, she broke the window, reached in, and popped the door open. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small electronic device, laying it upon the dash. Ten seconds later, six green lights popped on, and the speeder came to life. Sending it into a hard left turn, and whipping it around toward the alley, the Zabrak woman piloted it to the front of the bar, and yelled for the motley crew to load up. Reaching for her comlink, she opened a channel to 'The Loki'
::Be ready, Juumi....we are coming in hot, and we have some really pissed off company close behind us. Be there in three minutes.::
With the two wounded men loaded in, and the rest piled in around them as best as they could, Raxana jammed the throttle forward, sending the speeder screaming down the street. There was no traffic, and she didn't even slow down at the entrance. Blasting through the wide throughway, she came to a skidding halt just outside of the loading ramp of the ship.
"All hell is about to break loose, Water Bunny......Put the toy away, and let's get the Captain inside."
As she moved to get him out of the speeder, Darik coughed weakly, and stopped her. He was unable to speak, and grabbed her hand as tightly as he could. Reaching down with his other hand, he gave her the datapad containing the job...along with all of the documents for ownership of his pride and joy...The Loki. Nodding just once, he smiled, and quietly slipped away.
Just like that, the Captain was gone.
Raxxie couldn't even speak. An overwhelming sadness crashed over her, and tears began streaming down her face. Carefully, she pulled the dead man out of the speeder, and carried him up to the ramp. She handed Darik over to Juumi, and made for the cockpit.
Here, she could lose herself in the takeoff procedures, and not have to think of what had just happened. Someone had already started the sequences needed to get the ship up in the air, so that was a big plus. Whoever that was, she would hug them later. Flipping a switch to open the PA system, she broadcast a message to button things up, and get ready to blast off. Once all were aboard, they could get off this rock, and hopefully figure out what the kriff they were going to do next.....
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Nov 8, 2015 17:53:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2015 17:53:40 GMT -8
Tryn quietly piled into the speeder with the rest. She wasn't going to let the man with Adi's aura out of her sight. She quickly bounded up the ramp and into the ship once they arrived shortly thereafter, ignoring the death of one of the badly injured men as well as the Zabrak female's grief. She strapped in beside who she believed to be Adi, the lightsaber already holstered. Her face was grim. She hoped they knew how to fly well...if not, she may have to take over. She glanced beside her at the man's body. And what to do with Adi? She would hear him out, she decided. She wanted to know why he was here before deciding if she wanted to kill him.
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Nov 8, 2015 20:59:26 GMT -8
Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 8, 2015 20:59:26 GMT -8
Everything seemed to move in a variably fast motion as the moments had passed since meeting the woman's gaze. A zabrak woman had brought up a speeder, they'd climbed aboard and the next thing he had taken the time to process he was watching the woman's eyes never leave his comrade's body. As if she were masquerading something behind her obvious conviction. He had barely observed her for but a few moments before he was tasked with carrying the man on board the ship waiting for them. A ship that, though quaint in it's design and model, would suffice as a safe haven for he and his comrade for the time being.
Even some things were impossible to predict. He would willingly be the first to admit it. Were he so inclined.
Instead he kept his focus on the woman who seemed intent on remaining vigilant in what appeared to be monitoring his comrade's condition. He did not know her, he did not care to know her, but the she seemed the kind to bring one a feeling of unease. An ordinary man were that the case. In his position, however, he cast her the briefest of glances before positioning himself across from his comrade's form while he faced towards where the cockpit of the ship would be. An endeavor whose time saw the rest of the crew aboard the ship as it began it's launch protocol. He could feel the thrum of the ship accompanied by the feeling of weighted displacement as the ship began it's ascent.
A blissful feeling given the proper reception, but his focus was elsewhere. His eyes did not move, his posture did not change from one of a calm but cold poise.
"I know those eyes," His lips moved slowly as the syllables formed, his expression unchanging but his tone callous. "They make me want to ask just what you're thinking." He continued and turned to face her, tilting his head slightly but only giving her a look of mild curiosity before smirking. "Don't even consider it, sweetheart."
His smirk broadened as he gave her a mildly devious look then turned to look back towards the cockpit hall. As the ship broke orbit, the feeling of weightlessness greeted by the pull of the artificial gravity systems tugging at his body, he could only imagine the thoughts running through the woman's head. This was not the time for contemplation on trivial matters. This was not the time to focus on ones other than oneself. This was the time for survival. Survival of oneself over the well being of others.
Unfortunately for him. He did not have that luxury.
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Nov 8, 2015 21:34:38 GMT -8
Post by juuma on Nov 8, 2015 21:34:38 GMT -8
Juuma nodded once the rest of the crew arrived, but could immediately tell something was wrong. Rushing forward he helped Raxxie take Darik and pulled him over his shoulders into a fireman carry. Using one hand to carry Darik's now lifeless body Juuma used the other to aim the rotary cannon as he hastily backed up the ramp just in case their new "friends" arrived. Once inside Juuma hit the button for the ramp to close and laid Darik's body on a seat buckling him in so he wouldn't fly everywhere during launch. Storing the Z-71 in the container he had gotten it from earlier Juuma locked it then headed for the cockpit. Jumping into the co-pilots chair Juuma said to Raxxie "Meesa tinks dissa wassa bad idea, issa time to leave now". As they took off Juuma began to check the ship's weapon systems and diagnostics. Once they had just broken into orbit and were on their way Juuma would turn to Raxxie and put one hand on her arm "Issa be alright, youssa still got meesa around, and meesa not going anywhere, meesa promise"
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Nov 10, 2015 1:02:00 GMT -8
Post by Picas Dixon on Nov 10, 2015 1:02:00 GMT -8
Karrus was no use at the task he had been set. He could catch glimpses of Force potential, but amongst so many beings it was impossible to pinpoint. He even stopped at a decorative fountain depicting the desecration of the enclave by ancient Sith and meditated. Karrus meditated! It was most unlike him, who preferred action rather than inaction. And yet, even after he calmed his thoughts and stretched out with the Force, he could not locate potential Force users. Picas hadn't showed him how, and his Sith training did not provide much help either - he knew his enemies were Force capable by the lightsabers in their hands. He had no need to sense them.
Frustrated, Karrus began his journey back to the speeder. If he could find his way, that was. He desperately hoped Picas was having more luck.
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Nov 14, 2015 10:03:11 GMT -8
Post by Picas Dixon on Nov 14, 2015 10:03:11 GMT -8
Karrus had almost made it back when a small holonet stand caught his attention. He was unsure why, but had learned to trust in sudden interests like that. The screen was dominated by a robed and hooded figure, who then began to talk. Talk about violence, and bringing down the Sith, then about some sort of war on Kashyyyk. Karrus saw the issues immediately, having been Dark Lord of the Sith himself before. He saw the signs of vengeance and revenge. That was not the Jedi way, at least not how Picas taught it - which somehow seemed right. He would have to remember to tell Picas this when he got back. Militant Jedi were probably worse than Sith in the long run. He sighed, and continued to the speeder.
Arriving without further distractions, Karrus sped off to the enclave.
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Nov 30, 2015 3:28:23 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 3:28:23 GMT -8
The Musketeer continued on it's descent down to the spaceport in Garang, making sure to stay on the flight path that had been forwarded to it by the traffic control tower. It wasn't long before the XJ X-wing was extending its landing gear and touching down upon the landing pad, at which point Athos had disembarked from his ship, datapad in hand as he logged his arrival within the Jedi network whilst also pulling up the information regarding the report that had been received from a cantina here, as well as information on Dantooine in general. From what he read, it appeared that there had been, or perhaps still was, a Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, but whether it still remained active, the archives did not say.
Deciding it would be his second stop, Athos put his datapad away and headed for the public transport ring, where he boarded a shuttle bus into the city proper to find thei Cantina. It wasn't long before he found the establishment in question, which looked like it was still midway through repairs from the recent incident, with the bar tender eagerly inviting Athos in and leading him to the back room office. He pulled out his datapad and started copying across the video files, whilst the owner played the files through the system, allowing Athos to watch the events unfold on various screens.
Already he had brought up a good view of the blonde haired stranger that the report had mentioned, and had started to run facial recognition software against all known entries in the Jedi Archives. He then returnbed his attantion to the screens as he watched the events play out, taking note of the various goings on of people within the bar, adding additional people to the facial recognition search. What had started as a simple case of self defence, with no casualties but that of the pride of a few men, quickly got out of hand as local police came to contain the situation. From what Athos could tell, it seemed that the blonde stranger was not alone, with a number of people managing to get to safety before the water was electrfied by the man.
He then turned his attention to the screens's that displayed the alley way, where things really began to go south. Athos was so perplexed by what he was seeing as the man ripped apart several innocent police officers, that he barely noticed the beeping noise coming from his datapad. Athos then drew his datapad up and looked at the screen, the search had found a match for the blonde haired stranger. It was Adieumus Matango (Adi), former member of the Jedi High Council, until his disappearance and presumed death at the battle of Kuat. Although his hair was no longer the goofy spiked up nonsense it usually was, it was not enough to fool the software.
Wasting no time, he quickly forwarded the information to Master Rawkill, marking it as urgent attention needed. It seemed that the message Master Rawkill had received from Master Tuhlute (Diamonte Tuhlute) was correct, Adi was still alive. There had been some mention of people being AWOL, which Master Rawkill had seemed perplexed by, since the Jedi Order was not some army force that used such terms or even punished such things, but each to their own had been the Ewok Master's words. With his work done, Athos thanked the Cantina Owner for his time, promising to ensure the matter was given the proper attention it required, before heading out of the cantina. It was then, that he made his way to the Jedi Enclave vie the use of a rented speeder bike
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