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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 6, 2015 17:00:39 GMT -8
*Gavin watched as Kia disappeared. He let out a sigh, thinking about what was to take place. He'd have to keep his mind open in hopes to discover why she sought to kill him and try to convince her to stop. As much as he didn't want to head to Kiffu now, he knew he had to. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to the spaceport, entering his Yt-1930. Powering up his ship, he blasted off into space and headed for Kiffu.*
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 7, 2015 7:58:51 GMT -8
Aru'e be ni aru'e...
The words were muttered, barely a low growl of them making its way past the confines of the helmet to disturb the air with their sharp tones. His attention returned to the scene outside, or at least that was where his visor faced. His main focus had never left the woman during this whole time, the steady whisper of the Destroyer constantly warning him of the possible threat she posed. The slightly tensed posture and the way he poised himself with readiness were the only indications of his alerted state, his manner seemingly like her own in its relaxed nonchalance.
Her proposition was interesting and was not something unfamiliar to the experienced Bounty Hunter. He was certainly not opposed to such alliances and would often seek to lighten the workload by embarking upon such cooperative endeavors. Still, he had been burned with such trusting relationships before and, despite a recent u-turn in such convictions, he had little faith in the honour of Jedi.
There is nothing to sort out. The cargo leaves with me...
There was a slight hesitation before the voice returned, the hint of annoyance in it carrying easily over the distortion the speaker produced.
Though your proposal has merit.
With a deft flick of his wrist he twirled the beskad and, with his left hand coming across, guided the blade into its sheath.
Let us clear the field somewhat.
With a contemptuous kick he shattered the window before leaping through the plummet downward onto the street below, crashing down on top of a parked speeder and half-crumpling the roof. Fire began to track towards him as he drew both blaster pistols and stepped down the front of the wrecked vehicle...
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Post by Kairos on Jun 10, 2015 8:24:03 GMT -8
On the street...
The abrupt eruption of violence took the advancing mercenaries by surprise somewhat, the incoming fire from the droid and the young girl sending them scurrying and diving for cover. There has been no warning as to their discovery and they had thought their advance adequately nonchalant as to not attract suspicion. Assumption could get you killed in this game...
Such was the fate of an evil looking Nagai with a horrible burns scar on the right side of his face. A blaster bolt from the droid burned the other side of his face off leaving nothing but a smoking half-moon of a head as the being dropped to its knees, then onto its side. The rest fared a little better; a Duros taking a glancing blow on the shoulder that spun him around somewhat, burning the heavy cloak away but not penetrating the armour underneath, the rest finding the scant cover that was available.
As the garbage truck crashed and skidded to a halt the nine remaining mercenaries in the street actually breathed a sigh of relief as this offered them much better cover and the ability to advance to the middle of the road. At least, most of them did. An unlucky Weequay was caught making a dash across the open space and was subsequently crushed under the wayward truck, a red smear marking the place where he had been moments before. Four of the mercenaries moved towards the truck, ignoring the grizzly fate of their colleague. With one on each end and two climbing up the sides to fire down from the top of the heavy durasteel vehicle they immediately sought to catch the droid and the girl within a deadly stream of angled fire. Of the rest two made to flank to their left while the remaining two, one of them Gorta tha Zabrak, took up positions to fire from a distance, using the buildings on the other side of the road for cover...
Soon blaster bolts were zinging back across the street towards the cantina and those outside.
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Meanwhile inside the cantina...
A chair crashed down onto the Wookiee's back just as the bright flash of the lightning gun sizzled through the air, leaving more than a few of the patrons with hair standing upon end. Indeed the Wookiee's fur splayed out madly from the static discharge as the being staggered forward somewhat under the imapact of the assaulting furniture. The wielder of the chair, an angry looking Rodian, in turn hit the deck after being hit by the flailing fist of a Ryn that was missing the tip of its tail. Elsewhere chaos had ensued. The barman had given up the tired old call of no blasters and was hunkering down under the bar. Servers darted this way and that trying to escape the violence and those patrons not inclined to slug it out were also darting for cover and exits. The introduction of lethal force into the mix had only upped the stakes and other screams of blaster fire soon echoed the song of the lightning gun.
A red bolt screamed through the air, glancing off the bar to burn a sizzling path right past the blonde-haired comedians right ear, his stance in the middle of the ruckus seemingly not the healthiest of spots. Another bolts burned in towards the Jedi who swatted it aside with a contemptuous flick of his hand.
One enterprising Zabrak had even launched himself off of a table when the droid had fired its second beam of charged electricity, attempting to wrap powerful, tattooed arms around the hovering machine before it could get off another shot...
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Back outside the two flanking mercenaries were met by the hulking figure of the Mandalorian crashing down and near-flattening a speeder. They both skidded to a halt then dived aside firing as the armoured figure raised its own weapons. Angry red light spat from their guns as they called out in alarm over their comms. Gorta and the other ranged marksman turned their attention to the left, working their way towards a better angle of attack while firing off the occasional shot at the armoured form...
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The mercenaries on the roof had a better time of getting in position than those approaching from below. The calls of alarm and the clamour of gun fire spoke all to candidly of the problems being faced by their colleagues down below. With that in mind two ran to the edge of the roof in preparation of offering covering fire only to fall back as a brown and tan blur shot through them to land on the roof. Six blaster rifles tracked towards her, all from varying angles that would make it near-impossible to defend...
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 13, 2015 19:13:55 GMT -8
The mercenaries on the roof had a better time of getting in position than those approaching from below. The calls of alarm and the clamour of gun fire spoke all to candidly of the problems being faced by their colleagues down below. With that in mind two ran to the edge of the roof in preparation of offering covering fire only to fall back as a brown and tan blur shot through them to land on the roof. Six blaster rifles tracked towards her, all from varying angles that would make it near-impossible to defend...
Everything swam in her vision now, the bright blobs of color blending together. The elevated heartbeats of the other five and her own pounded a chaotic rhythm in her head, the blasterfire muted. Her left arm still had no feeling to it. Now her legs shook as she steadily retreated. Her veins burned uncontrollably and every nerve tingled. When she could, Adelle dropped down behind the metal ducts and generator, almost collapsing. Worse than everything else though, she could hardly breathe. Red bolts pinged against the corner and she half-fell and half-shifted her weight away from the edge. It was too much. She'd used the Force all day, channelled it through her body, and it was slowly ripping her apart. Much as she hated to admit it, she needed help. She tried to touch Na'an's mind, to get her attention, but as weak as the effort was, she wasn't sure Na'an would notice. Really, it was probably like lightly tracing a feather over krayt scales. It'd probably be easier to comm Leigh for help but her arms felt like wet noodles and were probably just as useless. Shit. Leigh. Elly. Aherk. Kriff. That was another can of worms she realized had opened up. But that would have to be dealt with later. Adelle squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the hilt of her lightsaber tighter, concentrating.Na'an . . . Up top. That would have to do. She had to focus on surviving this battle, though it seemed that three of the five were content to ignore her for the moment, firing down into the street. The other two kept their rifles trained on her area, their attention like spotlights. It wouldn't be much longer before they decided to flank her and try to catch her in a crossfire. Na'an had better get her ass up there by then or else . . . Well, Adelle would find a way to beat the odds. |
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Kent
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Post by Kent on Jun 13, 2015 20:32:15 GMT -8
Kent darted off and took cover in a alleyway. She could see the rifles training on Na'an's friend. Kent knew she didn't have a shot, nor the skill with this weapon to hit any of them, but some covering distraction shots might help. She went prone just inside the wall, it would keep her protected from the return fire. The teenager took aim right under the blaster rifles and fired as many shots as she could. Some struck the building spraying shards of molten duracreet into the faces of the sharpshooters, other hit the building to low to do anything or sailed over their heads. Kent then rolls back to safety behind the building.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jun 15, 2015 18:32:20 GMT -8
Na'an watched the Mando crash though a window other than the already-broken one with a quizzical look, then sighed. So much unnecessary property damage...Leigh was going to be livid, if she wasn't already.
Of course, there was more to be angry about now. So much more.
A crash thundered outside, breaking whatever pause she had. The fight outside was getting pretty hot; if she and Leigh were going to get out of here and...process...they had to end things fast. The question was where to throw her sword in. Na'an cast out though the Force, trying to assess this time before acting. Leigh and the Mandalorian were holding their own against the group below, while Cao was fending off the brawlers in the bar with ease. And Adelle was...Adelle was where?
Na'an . . . Up top.
She knew that voice. Na'an leaned out of the window, craned her neck upwards, then ducked her head back in as blaster bolts rained down from the roof above. Still, the voice was enough confirmation. Adelle was on the roof alone, and the wavering feeling she'd had before had collapsed into something dim and dizzy. Other than that there were three...five...six other people up there with her, all of them hostile.
That was her move, then, no question. Na'an leaned back out, but could only catch a glimpse of two rifles aimed over the roof before more blaster bolts attempted to shoot off her face. She dodged the bolts, then yelped as a third bolt came from below, inches from singing her ear. Turning, Na'an caught a flash of blonde hair ducking around the corner, and her face brightened immediately. "Kent, you magnificent thing, that's it!" she said fiercely, ducking back and already gathering strength for a jump.
The little rabbit had noticed the snipers on the roof! She was a terrible shot, to be sure--the rifle in the end was too large for someone her size and untrained--but the fact alone that she'd thought to shoot up was keeping the snipers cautious. They were firing in a pattern, ducking under the ledge for cover then taking their shots at the girl in bursts every few seconds. If she could time Kent and the snipers, wait for the gap when neither was firing... Na'an crouched, reaching for her toes in a runner's starting position and feeling the muscles tense in her legs. She held them there for a long moment, feeling the Force build up into a raw pulse behind her knees, her false eye flickering as she counted the shots flashing past the window.
"Three...two..."
There it was: the gap. Na'an sucked in a breath, let the power loose, and flew.
She hurtled out of the window and landed feet-first on the outside wall of the opposite alley. Using the rest of her power to redirect the Force Jump, she ricocheted her back and up towards the roof above her starting point. Pulling her body in tightly, she somersaulted, bringing her feet up over the roof and kicking hard.
The impact was near-instant. Na'an felt rather than saw the bounty hunter's nose collapse under her boot, the crack of cartilage almost palpable through the thin sole. He dropped like a stone, his blaster rifle dropping from nerveless fingers as Na'an flipped to land lightly on the rail. The second hunter--a stocky, heavily scarred Trandoshan--was behind her, already swinging his rifle up to turn and club whatever had downed his companion. "Why you little--"
"Yeah, no."
Before the Trandoshan could finish, Na'an cocked her arm and swung her elbow back to slam against the back of his head. Whatever curses the bounty hunter had left were cut short in a gurgle as the blow sent him reeling over the edge of the roof, his blaster rifle following him to crash against the stones of the street. Without waiting, Na'an pivoted back to face the rest of the group, already looking for Adelle.
"I'll give you a choice, fellas," Na'an said levelly. She flipped her wrist outward to show her lightsaber, her thumb hovering on the ignition stud. Her false eye flared momentarily, tracking the breaths of each man whose attention had turned to the small woman who had dispatched their friends with ease. "Leave empty-handed, or leave without hands."
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Post by Eliana Shan on Jun 16, 2015 10:59:00 GMT -8
"And yet you didn't ask."
The words left her mouth even as she reached the same conclusion that her daughter had: this could wait. The barest hint of a smile brushed at her cheek, catching the tear as it fell and diverting its track by a fraction of an inch, as she saw Leigh shoot at the Rodians first. Elly had forgotten she had included that little bit of programming, just on a whim..
And then the moment passed, and it was over. It felt like almost a month had gone by that she had just been standing there, when in reality it was only a few seconds. Leigh's grip was gone now, and from the sounds coming from the bar, there was even more chaos in there than there was out here.
"But Kent's right."
She had never been introduced to the young girl, but during her time as Alena, she had had eyes and ears everywhere. A Force-Sensitive street rat with a good cause and a bad attitude was enough to get flagged in her scans, especially lasting the years as she did. She knew Kent, but the little rabbit didn't know her, to the best of her knowledge. At the time, she had thought it better that way.
A simple look around was enough to tell her that things were covered out here. Na'an, Leigh, Kent, and Adelle could handle their own.. and even if they couldn't, the fighting was taking place up on the rooftops, and there was no way she was getting up there quickly enough without any Force usage available to her. Inside the bar, though, near as she could tell, only Cao remained to fend off an angry crowd.. And even a Jedi could be overwhelmed by numbers and aggression.
She turned, allowing herself one last glance at her daughter, the smile still stretching across her face, before she bolted into the bar.
Into chaos.
Kriffing HELL, Pavin's gonna kill me.
She almost skidded to a stop as she crossed the threshold, in awe of the absolute anarchy that was reigning in the once peaceful and rustic establishment that was Palecki's. Almost. But she spotted her brother immediately, near her stolen cargo and a drunken blonde man. A dead Trandoshan lay on the ground before him, a hole punched in its chest, and all around there was insanity.
To make a long story short, it was pretty obvious that there was no way in hell she would have the chance to finish her work with the man's implant. Not a whelk's chance in a supernova that this crowd would settle down anytime soon. It was as if life, the universe, and everything was just coming to a head right here, right now, and there was really only one option for her.
To jump right into the middle of it.
So it was that she flexed her left hand as she turned towards her brother, her eyes landing on a rather bulky Quarren with a chair right behind him. She ran, stepping off a chair, to a table, to get the height she needed to leap at the amphibian. Her left palm impacted the back of his neck, and the electric current flowed from her fingers into his damp flesh. He screamed, a pained warbling cry, before falling, the chair managing to hit him in the head as he fell.
And then she was next to her brother, her left hand's implants shutting down as she grabbed at her blaster, her right hand reaching for his left.
"Happy birthday, Cao," she said, as one of the Grans fell to a blaster bolt in the knee. "Sorry I didn't call ahead." |
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jun 21, 2015 17:16:09 GMT -8
Leigh kept all eyes on her targets, noting that Mother had apparently decided that her services were best suited near where her precious target had stayed. That was, for the moment, fine. Leigh didn't need the distraction. As she fired to provide cover, Kent seemed to skitter off as well, taking shots at the roof the droid had indicated. For all her rough spots, the kid at least knew when to shut up and act.
Although, this left her alone to deal with nine men. Kneeling, Leigh fired again, counting shots to approximate the remainder of the gang's position and strategy.
The blasterfire was too heavy by half; even the ones that weren't hitting the face of the bar were scattering all over the street. At this rate, the bar would be quickly demolished, and any bystanders wouldn't have a choice but to either join in or become victims. On top of that, many of the shooters had found cover behind a nearby waste disposal vehicle, making a protracted firing match less than efficient. She could see one, a Zabrak her Holonet connection pulled up as 'Gorta", scowling from behind the barrel of a heavy-grade rifle designed for sniping. Staying at this distance would make that rifle more useful than she could afford. From the corner of one sensor she could see Na'an flash out of a window and up to to roof. Closing the distance...Leigh calculated, and decided to do the same.
Raising the cannon up to her face to guard her dome, Leigh thundered past her cover and across the street. As she closed the distance between her and the remaining bounty hunters, her sensors picked up the thump and clatter of a Mandalorian landing near a set of assailants who'd gone for her flanks. From his trajectory, he had to have been the Bounty hunter that landed inside the building; by the fact that he was uninjured, Na'an must have let him go. A temporary ally, then. This would make strategy easier.
Knocking one aside with her shoulder, she brought the cannon down like a club, hearing the human's collarbone crack under the short, brutal swing.
"Clear the flanks," she yelled to the Mandalorian, her holographic face flickering to focus on the remaining targets. The one known as Gorta started, looking half-ready to bolt to reclaim the distance. "The rest are irrelevant. Waste disposal vehicles are surprisingly combustible."
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Post by Kent on Jun 27, 2015 20:19:03 GMT -8
Kent sees the truck she brought down earlier, now being used for cover by the assailants. She catches on to Liegh's plan in an instant. She starts talking to herself.
That is a T2CF hauler, fuel line goes right over the radiator in the front, behind the right repulsor and connects to the tank 1 meater from the rear on the left side...She yells to the droid Three high power shots 33 centimeters from the ground and 1 meter from the rear. It will have the best effect!
She slides back into cover and checks her chrono. This fight started 7 min ago, average security response time in this sector was 10 min. This was about to get bad for everyone. The huts protect their money makers and the casinos here made them a lot. Security would be here in force with bigger guns then anyone here had, and they were unlikely to be to choosy on targets. Blowing up a small bar would be of no concern as long as it brought order. She yells out as loud as she can willing all to hear her. We have three minuets before security joins this fight! When that happens we are all dead. We have to wrap this up fast!
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 28, 2015 15:37:23 GMT -8
Before the Trandoshan could finish, Na'an cocked her arm and swung her elbow back to slam against the back of his head. Whatever curses the bounty hunter had left were cut short in a gurgle as the blow sent him reeling over the edge of the roof, his blaster rifle following him to crash against the stones of the street. Without waiting, Na'an pivoted back to face the rest of the group, already looking for Adelle. "I'll give you a choice, fellas," Na'an said levelly. She flipped her wrist outward to show her lightsaber, her thumb hovering on the ignition stud. Her false eye flared momentarily, tracking the breaths of each man whose attention had turned to the small woman who had dispatched their friends with ease. "Leave empty-handed, or leave without hands." |
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Post by Corr on Jul 7, 2015 15:30:46 GMT -8
Ignoring the scattered fire from the two mercenaries before him Priest sent them scurrying further for cover with a hail of angry red darts, chewing at the floor at their heels as they each found sanctuary, one behind a flickering neon sign the other behind a burned out speeder. He followed the words shouted at him by the droid but didn't bother to reply, instead holstering his right hand blaster and reaching for a grenade from his belt. He primed the device and drew back his arm to throw before he was sent crashing off the near-demolished speeder and onto his back as a sizzling spear of energy slammed into his shoulder. The beskar partially deflected the blast but the impact and the heat caused him to growl out a cry of pain, the tunic underneath his heavy armour bursting into flame. The grenade flew from his hand as he crashed down, bouncing and rolling after the droid, dangerously close to her line of motion, its four second timer already half spent. His left hand, still gripping the blaster, beat feebly at the flames while he tried to get some feeling back into the right arm, pushing himself sideways and around to get himself into position behind the car he had almost flattened...
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jul 8, 2015 19:22:08 GMT -8
The hand she reached for closed into a fist, then swung around as Cao whirled to his right, decking a particularly close and particularly rowdy human in the face.
"Thanks," he said, turning back towards the center of the brawl, gathering the Force into his right hand and preparing to try once more to shut the fighting down in here so that he could focus on the chaos he could sense... well... everywhere that wasn't right in here. "But I don't need another fake Elly trying to win me over."
The next biggest threat was the Zabrak, trying to wrestle with the floating droid. Being probably the most physically strong of all the combatants -- the Wookiee being tied up still focusing on knocking the Grans senseless, and seeming to want to avoid any sort of combat with the Jedi -- brought Cao's attention to the tattooed humanoid. He reached out, wrapping an invisible fist around the Zabrak, watching the man's face contort as he realized he was being pulled by the Force, before whipping his hand towards the window, sending the man crashing out into the street.
Another one down, seems like a million to go.
"Fool me once.." he remarked, glancing over at his "sister," the shock of blue and green hiding half her face, and her eyes half-hidden behind a strip of orange.
She did look realistic, though. The LEs were getting better, it seemed.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 8, 2015 21:07:46 GMT -8
"I'll give you a choice, fellas," Na'an said levelly. She flipped her wrist outward to show her lightsaber, her thumb hovering on the ignition stud. Her false eye flared momentarily, tracking the breaths of each man whose attention had turned to the small woman who had dispatched their friends with ease. "Leave empty-handed, or leave without hands." The world seemed to freeze for the briefest sliver of time. Na’an surveyed the scene with both eyes open, the white light of her prosthetic tracking faster than her normal eye. Four of the five remaining bounty hunters had turned towards her, the Togorian deciding that the fading Adelle was still a threat. Of the remaining, two were human, although there was also a Trandoshan leading the pack and, oddly enough, a Toydarian darting around in the back. Three of the gang had blasters, while one human brandished a vibroblade. Four on one, then. This fight could go one of two ways, depending on who chose to claim the moment first. Na’an closed her eyes momentarily, taking two deep breaths and Focusing on her heart to calm it. “I said this once already,” she said, her voice cool--almost casual. “Leave.”
Her apparent fearlessness did its job; now rather than furious, the gang seemed a touch rattled. The Toydarian’s blaster rifle dropped fractionally, and the pair in front looked at each other. That was good. If they were confused, they’d be sloppy, less likely to coordinate their attacks. If Na’an took the initiative... Unfortunately, one of the smugglers had the same idea. “You first,” the human in front said, and he raised his blaster to aim at her head. Na'an activated her lightsaber in the moment between aiming and firing. There was no time for a standard defensive posture, so she turned instead, bringing the scarlet blade across her body and attempting to angle the blasterfire back the way it came. The move only half-succeeded; rather than the human, the bolt ricocheted towards the Trandoshan, grazing his shoulder as he ducked for cover. But the half-success made an opening, and Na’an took it. She bolted off the rail at a blinding pace, not stopping until she had her free palm flat against the first human's chest. The Force Push sent his body tumbling several feet towards the opposite side of the roof, shaking the blaster loose before he could stop. But he wasn't about to stop; taking another step, Na'an followed through with a second Push, accelerating his body until he smashed back-first into the raised lip of the roof. Her prosthetic picked up the crack that followed--too quiet to be duracrete, but just loud enough to be vertebrae. One down.
The Trandoshan was up again, watching his companion go limp with a mixture of pain, horror and rage. “ You doompa outmian gooschutta!!” he bellowed, his face twisting in what might almost be grief. With a nod to the second human, he raised his own rifle, a nasty job that had to be custom, and charged. The second human screamed and drew his blade, aiming for her back between the shoulders. If she didn’t move fast, she’d be sandwiched between them and skewered. Naan raised her lightsaber, gathered another bubble of Force behind her knees, and Leaped. The move spent her spinning upside down over the Trandoshan’s head, stopping him in his tracks. Naan thrust the blade downwards, slicing at his rifle as she somersaulted and rewarded with the clink of bits of blister rifle hitting the ground. She landed like a cat at the Trando's scaly back, and without waiting shoved her shoulder between his shoulder blades pushing him forward and into the vibroblade of the human. The resulting noises from the Trandoshan made it clear that when the vibroblade pulled free, he wouldn’t be getting up. Two down. Before she could catch her breath, the second human was on her again, slashing wildly at her chest. Na’an slid into a series of Ataru footwork patterns, turning to sidle past each swing rather than countering, ducking and spinning to keep their bodies close enough to touch. He was surprisingly good--fast for a non-sensitive, and someone had trained him in bladework. Still, he was no Jedi. The resulting dance--him swinging, her always slipping just out of reach--was meant to tire him out. Before long, each attack was coupled with an exhausted look at the last remaining smuggler, as if begging him to fire and kill the tiny woman already. But there was a reason Na’an had saved the Toydarian for last. While she couldn’t Influence his mind, she could still Sense him; he was cautious, a common trait among his species, and wouldn’t fire if he thought he might hit his partner. He didn’t even look like he’d expected to fight today--he looked like the smuggler version of an accountant. All Na’an had to do was keep the human close, keep him dancing...until… There. The human lunged, aiming the tip of the blade at her throat. This time, Na’an dodged backwards instead of sideways, tilting her chin back to let the thrust pass over her. She swung her saber arm underneath, angling the blade across the backwards curve of her body to miss the enemy’s weapon entirely...and head straight for the arm. The angle of the attack was too shallow to slice through the human’s arm entirely. Instead, the blade shaved deep into the muscle of the exposed bicep, separating the flesh from elbow to shoulder. Na’an’s enhanced hearing picked up the sizzle of blood as her saber cauterized the wound, and as she dropped entirely the clatter of the vibroblade next to her. Buy the time Na’an righted herself, her blade now deactivated, Assailant #3 had backed away and crumpled to the ground, cradling his now-useless arm and wailing at the sight of exposed bone. Na’an paid him no mind, instead focusing on kicking the vibroblade off into a long-forgotten corner of the roof. Three down.
There was the hum of a charging weapon just behind her left ear; Na’an swiveled, catching the Toydarian’s blaster rifle by the barrel and wrenching it down and to the left. The weapon fell out of the being’s weak grip, clattering against the duracrete, and Na’an wasted no time to spin him bodily, pin him to the ground on his belly, and place the still-warm butt of the lightsaber against his back. “I warned you,” she hissed into the Toydarian’s ear, “never say that I didn’t.”
The Toydarian must have heard the intent in her voice; he started to thrash, trying desperately to break her grip and fly away. In response, Na’an spun the saber handle sideways, flicking the ignition stud with her thumb once. The lightsaber reignited, then deactivated a second later, the redshine blade punching a neat hole through both of the alien’s wings. She stood and stepped over his body, angling her chin back just enough to watch him writhe as if he could escape the wound. “Stay down,” Na’an said, and smiled. |
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Post by Oz Griffin on Jul 12, 2015 19:49:03 GMT -8
"Gah! Geez! You people and your violence..." Oz ducked as a blaster bolt nearly took off his ear, then dropped to all fours and started crawling under tables and through combatants in the general direction of Frend. If anyone can bludgeon their way out of this mess it'll be him. Kriffing barbarian knuckleheads...
And bludgeon he did. His left hand had extended toward the oncoming zabrak, intending to catch it by the neck and utilize it as a makeshift shield, but it seemed that was not to be. Instead, he was gripped by some unearthly force and hurled out of the cantina, so instead of wasting time wondering how or why (as many sentients would be prone to do), he switched targets and kept firing, prioritizing those that posed the most threat to Oz.
And Oz, for his part, was doing a marvelous job tripping up, knocking down, and just generally getting in the way of the assorted fighters, more often than not setting in motion an untimely demise at the business end of Frend's lightning gun. He had to suppress a shudder when he felt something wet and warm slosh onto the back of his neck, then let out a heaving sigh of relief when he realized it was just some weirdly thick blue concoction and not somebody's bloody entrails. When he finally did make it to Frend, he wasted no time clambering up his back to perch himself with a view over his left shoulder so he could watch the carnage, occasionally shouting something uncharacteristically obscene at whichever thug was most recently dispatched (so he's still a little drunk... sue me).
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Post by Kent on Jul 12, 2015 21:25:42 GMT -8
Kent sees the falling lightsaber. Still behind cover she runs and dives to catch it. With gymnast's grace she turns the dive into a front roll. She comes up with the weapon ready. She was no jedi, but she did have some experience with light weapons, she had the idea if she could give the appearance of another Jedi in this fight the aggressors just might back off. She searched for the activation stud, but couldn't find it. Fine then, she hung the weapon on her belt and picked up the bulky blaster rifle again.
Liegh! if you are going to blow that thing do it, time is fading fast!
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 13, 2015 19:23:46 GMT -8
Her back collided with the ventilation system as the Togorian's charge carried and pinned her against the metal. Wincing, she jabbed her fingers into one of the nerves in his neck, trying to create an opening. He snarled and his grip loosened. Adelle braced herself between the Togorian and the metal plating then used both feet to kick his stomach as hard as she could. He staggered back as she dropped to her feet. For a few moments, she felt herself move with the Force as she snapped a sidekick into his ribs. The bones seemed to crack right in her ears. Her right foot landed and she pivoted on her left, intending to bring down a roundhouse kick on his jaw. But the Force current slipped away from her, moving too fast for her to keep up. The Togorian batted away her leg contemptuously and launched his fist into her chest. The breath rushed out of her lungs as she stumbled back a step, barely deflecting the follow-up jabs. His foot moved too fast for her to see. Her left knee suddenly collapsed sideways and she fell as pain shot up and down her leg. His foot pinned her against the ground, none too gently. He reached for a pistol on his side, a sneer on his face. Adelle sucked in a breath and tapped into the Force once again. Moving faster than naturally possible, she Pulled down on the Togorian's body as he leaned over her, her other hand reaching out and calling for her saber from wherever it had fallen. Before the barrel of the pistol had cleared his holster, Adelle had reversed their positions, kneeling on the gray-furred chest. Her saber hilt hit the palm of her hand. She thumbed the activation button, her connection with the saber crystal igniting the blade. The shock slowly left the Togorian's eyes as the blade pierced skin, flesh, and bone. The light in them faded and gave way to the blue reflection of her saber. Gasping, Adelle disengaged the blade.
The buzzing in her head was unbearable now. A sharp pain behind her eyes had developed. She felt empty and fragile, like the slightest breath would turn her to dust. The pain in her knee had been overcome by the numbness and pins and needles. She couldn't hear, could barely see, could hardly breathe. But up top, the Force had stilled to a calm pool. It was just her and Na'an—and the wounded Na'an left behind. She should thank Na'an. Five on one would have been too much.
Adelle didn't remember falling on top of the Togorian and passing out.
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Post by Kairos on Jul 14, 2015 15:36:42 GMT -8
Like the blonde-haired maniac Eryl navigated the madness on his hands and knees, quickly seizing upon the initiative of his crawling contemporary to follow the man through the writhing tangle of legs and falling bodies. He too wrinkled his face up in distaste as he placed his hand in something wet and sticky, averting his gaze from the vacant stare of a rodent-like Ranat who lay next to the foul mess on the floor.
He didn't stop when he glanced up to see the man he was following haul himself up onto the mad robot that was causing havoc, continuing on past to allow the two to block any such interest in him or his movements. He made it to the door and bowled through it, rolling onto his side as his right arm gave way beneath him.
He sobbed in despair as the clamour of blaster fire echoed around the street, stating in no uncertain terms that he was likely out of the frying pan and into the fire. His head spun with terror as his tear-blurred eyes tried to take in the scene outside of the cantina, managing only to portray an abstract sense of what was occurring.
Another sob escaped him as he hauled himself to the right of the cantina door, just as a burly human came crashing through with a Duros held in a firm headlock. Both went down as Erly dragged himself behind a garbage can, watching with wide eyes as the human began to smash the Duros' head against the duracrete floor.
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Valus watched the carnage unfold with growing annoyance, every blast causing him to wince at the attention this was likely to draw. While his employers pretty much owned this part of town he did not want such a scene drawing unwanted attention on his failure to secure the target, certainly any focus on him trying to cut himself a slice of the cake was to be avoided.
He was about to turn away and order another speeder to the roof when movement caught his eye near the door of the beleaguered cantina. He managed to turn back to see two humanoids come crashing through, locked in a deadly embrace. He watched the tussle for a moment with disinterest before his eyes widdened at a sight just to the left.
"There you are..."
The words were whispered, almost a purr. His hand came up wit the comlinks in it as he moved to the ladder.
Target located. Front of building. Prepare for extract.
Pocketing the comlink he seized the ladder and slid down, his gloves causing just enough friction to keep him from sustaining injury when he reached the bottom. Yanking out his blaster he crouched low and, using the cover of the crashed garbage truck, made his way towards the low wall opposite the front of the cantina...
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 18, 2015 16:52:24 GMT -8
"Roger." Leigh's response was so quiet there was no way the human child could hear her, but she promptly started edging towards the back of the truck, downing a third bounty hunter as she crossed its bulk. On the other side, one of the leaders had started making his way toward the cantina, where the brawl had started escalating to window-breaking intensity. When the authorities arrived in two minutes thirty seconds, they would have no trouble finding enough people to arrest They would really have to be gone before then. Reaching the back of the hauler, Leigh knelt grabbed the paneling over the area Kent had mentioned, prising it away with only a part of her mechanical potential. The power line lay close to the surface of the machine's machinery; Leigh pressed her cannon to it, activating her blast shield to cover her dome. "Detonating pulse cannon in three...two...""There you are..."
The words were whispered, almost a purr. His hand came up wit the comlinks in it as he moved to the ladder.
Target located. Front of building. Prepare for extract.
Pocketing the comlink he seized the ladder and slid down, his gloves causing just enough friction to keep him from sustaining injury when he reached the bottom. Yanking out his blaster he crouched low and, using the cover of the crashed garbage truck, made his way towards the low wall opposite the front of the cantina...
And through some quirk accumulated over three years of programming, the droid decided to activate her external speakers and respond. "Extract aborted."The pulse cannon fired three times, and in the space of two seconds the truck went off in a blast that was more concussion than sound. Leigh, backing off from the point of impact, was blown down the street in a wave of force and burning waste.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 18, 2015 19:50:03 GMT -8
The buzzing in her head was unbearable now. A sharp pain behind her eyes had developed. She felt empty and fragile, like the slightest breath would turn her to dust. The pain in her knee had been overcome by the numbness and pins and needles. She couldn't hear, could barely see, could hardly breathe. But up top, the Force had stilled to a calm pool. It was just her and Na'an—and the wounded Na'an left behind. She should thank Na'an. Five on one would have been too much.
Adelle didn't remember falling on top of the Togorian and passing out. Na'an's even pace away from the bodies broke, and she sprinted towards her friend's body as it went limp. kneeling on the dead Togorian's arm, she flipped Adelle over onto her knees and placed a hand on her forehead, trying to feel for her thoughts. Even in the thick, sticky air of the city, Adelle Bastiel was sweating too hard. Her dark hair was soaked, sticking to her forehead and spreading in dark patches under her tunic, as if she'd run a marathon instead of a simple tussle with a Togorian. Even worse, the wavering feeling in the Force had gone out entirely, as if someone had blown into a candle. All Na'an could feel was guttering, vague flickers too dim and fast to lock onto. "Force Exhaustion. How the--" She stopped short, closing her prosthetic eye as she tried to think through it. Whatever Elly had been doing to get here, Adelle had been involved. And she'd ended up like this...Swearing, Na'an flipped her lightsaber over, and fiddled with the small hatch at the bottom of her shoto. A few buttons protruded from the far ridge, and as Na'an pressed them the hatch opened to reveal the inner workings of the blade. She tapped the open hatch against her palm until she heard a rattle, and after a few more shakes the lightsaber's crystal popped loose and fell into her hand. The smooth, egg-shaped stone gleamed scarlet in the neon lights of the city, clear except for a small curved flaw at its heart. Na'an clenched it, feeling the pulse of the stored Force energy inside like a small heart, and pressed it down onto the thin skin of Adelle's wrist, where the blood ran closest to the air. After a moment, the woman in her arms twitched, her face paling under dark skin of her scars, and Na'an breathed again. "It's ok," she said softly, brushing her hair back with her free hand. "I know, it hurts, but I got you. I got you."Down below, something boomed as loud as a bomb. Na'an jumped, listening hard for signs of whatever just exploded, and whether it meant more potential trouble for her and her unconscious friend. Kent, talk to me, she shot towards the girl below them. What was that, where's Leigh, and how much time do we have to book? |
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Post by Oz Griffin on Jul 19, 2015 19:33:10 GMT -8
"GERONIMOOO!!!" The crash that resounded in the alley as the huge droid barreled its way through the front window was only slightly less loud than the shout of the clearly inebriated blonde that rode its back. Honestly, Oz hadn't had this much fun since that time he got drunk at one of his dad's big fancy parties and built a speeder bike out of the holosuite in the study. Good times... "Heave ho, and blow 'em all to kriffin' mustafar!" It was perhaps somewhat unfortunate that the robot took that for an order and instantly began scanning for targets. It took Frend exactly 0.73 seconds to scan the surrounding area and identify the various threats based on their proximity to and actions against the droid previously classified as a friendly and the young woman that had been with it in the cantina.
0.27 seconds after that, it had swiveled its body (damnable speed limitations of servos and repulsorlifts...) and arm cannon to engage the defunct garbage hauler at its weak point 33 centimeters from the ground and 1 meter from the rear. It would have fired then, save that the friendly droid had already beaten it to the target and was engaged in causing the exact chain of events his scans had told him would lead to an optimal rate of survival among its allies. So instead, Frend turned its cannon on the remaining gang members within its field of fire, putting them out of their misery as debris from the truck pelted its chassis.
Oz, for his part, had gone wide-eyed and cowardly when he realized what the pretty robot lady was doing, and jerked his head down behind Frend's shoulder an instant before a piece of the debris would have taken it off. As it was, he still ended up with a shallow cut across his temple, though the blood that seeped out of the wound seemed to have some kind of a metallic sheen to it, and clotted almost immediately. "Next time I suggest we take a trip to Nar Shaddaa, shoot me!"
Affirmative.
He had to yell to be heard over the din, then belatedly realized what he'd just told the robot with no sense of humor to do to him. "That was a joke! Don't ever shoot me!" I really need to stop drinking so much...
Affirmative.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
