1, 2, 3, Go!

[Dharma Vessia]

“Shut it, Dolly.” Dharma snapped at the little dolly that walked at the woman’s feet. This was at the same time she adjusted the fedora that rested on her head. Then she tugged on her suit coat that barely button closed.

The doll tugged Dharma’s pant leg to get her attention. Then shouted, “I won’t… I was telling you why you are here, little one.”

“I don’t care… we always end up fulfilling what the force wants from me. So shut it” The tone was a little more put off than angry for Dharma. She just kept walking away from the ship they came in. If the doll had more to say, Dharma was not going to listen to it. For her, there was a chance to knock slavers and get back into the business. After the failed attempt to regain Susevfi with the Rogue Jensaarai, she did not have the resources that were built up to aid in their over throw.

In to one of a few Kala’uun’s cantina, Dharma went in casual even with a doll walking next to her. The reality she was in had the dolly walking and behaving like a normal being while the rest saw just a doll floating close to the floor. Walking through, there was a short stop at the bar for a bottle. Then it was a walk over to a booth to relax and study people. From the bottle, no glass was needed as she drank.

Dharma chatted to her doll and other objects around her. Table, wall, her heels, bottle, and seat she sat on were adding their two cents about this. They were not always on topic that Dharma desired. She had to listen to them speak about other things occurring in the galaxy. Some things were a bit boring to the woman. The more important things were being dragged out. So a change was needed to get back on track.

The go time came with a large Zygerrian getting up from the bar and leaves the cantina. Getting up and walking out with bottle in hand, she and her dolly followed but not too closely behind. The slaver was being used to lead her to the big group. Lovely Zygerrian and their business with selling slaves was always a safe bet. It did not matter where or what era it was. They had a hand in slave trade.

They followed the large kitty man to a warehouse. The door to the building was happy to tell Dharma what was inside. It was a little easier for her to know what she wished to do to them. Before she kicked the door open, it told one more thing. The information about Templars was casing the place because of slavers. Confederacy was anti-slavery and Dharma was getting in the middle of it. She did not care what others were planning to do. Her gain was important to herself.

Going in, the large Zygerrian male got flooded with the force by Dharma. She shifted his perspective to be like her own. The reality she saw was being shared with him. Her madness sent the man screaming madly out of the warehouse. Which was enough to get the Templars to notify their leads they were going in, they left their post and went for the warehouse they knew was a place with slaves.

Meanwhile, Dharma had the other slavers tied to the cages. In them were the slaves they were going to ship out but Dharma's madness was being washed over them. This caused the slaves to start to panic and even clawed against the slavers that were bound to the bars. She used the time to question the slavers. There were not any answers coming from them since they were screaming in pain. It was their clothes that talked to Dharma. She got names and locations for who she was looking for, their boss.

However her fun and torment of the slavers and slaves ended when CIS Templars came in. Asking the cages for help, they bounced towards the other force users. It was in Dharma's reality they were bouncing like balls around the room while the true reality they were noisy slams on the floor while moving towards the men. That was when Dharma used the opening to flee. She booked it out of the warehouse and on to the streets to blend in. There was still a target she wanted to get but laying low was needed for the moment. The Templars left after stopping the cages and got the slaves out. The slavers were gone; they were crushed by the cages when the hopped on top of them. Still needing to get Dharma, the men updated their superiors about the incident and asked for help.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Slavery was a nasty business that had characterized the Galaxy for thousands of years. However, despite the fact that the second incarnation of the Confederacy of Independent Systems had come into being in the Southern Systems, a place filled to the brim with the sordid act, they were taking an active stand. Day after day, they worked with the planetary law enforcement bodies present upon each of their member worlds to put an end to the kidnapping and subjecting of beings to live as slaves; and this day, one of their larger stings was centered around a warehouse on Tatooine.

While he was a Crusader and typically tasked with participating in military operations, Josiah Denko of the Templar Order was tasked with keeping an eye on the operation. This was due to the fact that he was one of the higher ranking individuals present upon the planet at the moment, due to the fact that he had come to visit his daughter, and was asked to help in the sting when time allowed. Of course, his timing could not have been better; for just as the Templars made their breach into the warehouse, the Knight had arrived on the scene and joined the charge.

What they saw was...terrifying...to say the least. Grown men, slavers in fact, pinned against cages screaming as though supreme pain was wreaking their minds and bodies. Josiah, and the rest of the Templar Rangers assigned to the sting, could feel the presence of the Force at work...and recognized that the epicenter of this madness was a woman. Before they could approach her for questioning, she utilized the Force to send the cages, filled with slaves, grinding and bounding across the floor; killing the slavers in the process.

She then made a break for the door, and while the Rangers were occupied with helping the slaves free, Josiah was on her heels. He relied upon the Force to augment his physical capabilities and sprinted forth with a swiftness that would easily outpace the average human. It only took a matter of seconds for the Templar to get within a few yards of his target as she ran away, and so he yelled after her: "Stop right where you are!"

To assist her in heeding his call, he thrust forth a hand and reached out to one of the many containment crates strewn about the warehouse property and moved it in order to block her path. Jumping, or moving around it, would provide the delay he needed in order to pounce; but he sincerely hoped that she would stop and account for all the karking hell he had seen in that warehouse.

@[member="Dharma Vessia"].

 

[Dharma Vessia]

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

An easy escape was not in the cards for her. It somewhat sucked that she could not just poof. All of it was easy to see how the math worked between her and the man that was yelled at her to stop. Dharma had no ability to increase her speed or jump to get over the crates. She was a master of a few things with in the force but she was untouchable in those fields of force. It was the way her mind handled what the force did to her. Even fighting was a chore, she had a saber, but she used it defensively. Training was forced on her still the reality she lived in hindered her from learning properly.

It was easier to stop and see who was coming. Instead of stopping and turning around, she stopped and began a verbal fight with the crates in front of her. “I know what I’m doing, jerks.” Dharma told them and they smarted off at her. “Oh be quiet, you don’t know that, and how dare you say that too.” They were angering her with their insults and declarations of her failure. “I knew this was coming…. Who do you think you’re talking to?” She was silent to listen to them but the ground wanted to add its two cents in. Looking down, she spit on the ground. “Yeah, that’s for you and your opinion… just stay out of this; it is between me and those six.” Looking up again to rest her gaze on the large crates, “Stop laughing, this isn’t funny… I did what I needed to so I can get what I wanted. That’s being successful and not a failure.”

There were more exchanges between her and those objects around her. She ended it all with a big, loud whatever.

 

[Darth Metus]

It seemed as though the Templar's tactic had worked. The woman had come to a screeching halt before the crates...yet what she did came as an absolute surprise to the Knight. Instead of turning around and facing him, she began to...argue...with the crates as if they were alive. What's worse, it seemed as though the crates were offending her in some way or another; as evidenced by the fact that she spat on the ground in front of her and ultimately dismissed them with a rather loud "Whatever!" This pointed out for Josiah that the woman was, obviously, not altogether upstairs; so he would have to tread very lightly.

As opposed to coming off as an enemy, for he did not know the full extent of the abilities and powers that the woman could wield, he calmly approached with his arms held aloof by his sides. He did not have his lightsaber within his grip, nor did he bleed hostility. In fact, that was something he personally saw to; as he utilized his Zeltron heritage in order to project calm and welcoming emotions. He wanted the woman to feel safe, comfortable, and above all else, unthreatened by his presence. This would help in getting to the bottom of who she was...and why she was there.

His footsteps were slow in the making, and as he approached a transmission rang in his ear; compliments of his collaborators. Their message confirmed that the slavers were dead, save one, who was now singing like a songbird and answering every question they had without opposition. The funny thing was that he only asked protection, in a cell, away from the woman who had "messed with his mind". So, all in all...the woman had done for the Confederacy a favor; albeit brutal. Josiah was perceptive enough to recognize this, and appreciate it, if nothing else because of the fact that he understood that force could get a job done that typical channels could not.

"Excuse me miss," he began with a warm smile, "would you mind telling me your name? I'd like to properly thank you for...encouraging those slavers to stop their operation. You have helped the Confederacy immensely through putting them down...my name is Josiah by the way. Josiah Denko, of the Templar Order."

@[member="Dharma Vessia"].

 

[Dharma Vessia]

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

Giggling was the reaction to Josiah interdiction. Then Dharma turned around to face the smiling man. There were answers to be given. Cute little answers all dressed up with chocolate and cotton candy. Sweetness was always good for Dharma. Skipping around the Templar named Josiah Denko, she was actually listening to the voices that came from the man’s clothes. There were other voices but her grandness was able to focus better than how it was when she a child.

Dharma made her way back in front of Josiah and bounced in place for a few moments of time. A little hyper was understatement for her state. It was sugar high of sorts. She did find the focus to reply back to his boring questions with her candy answers. “Well… well… Yes that’s what I was doing… Such ebil persons.” Yeah she was not telling what she really wanted to do. “Oh, and bantha are called Dharma during tea time.”