Private A Good Samaritan

[Viridian]

Let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go!

This message was spoken mentally to the slavers who had him chained to a platform. "No, I don't think we will." said the Slavers. "We'll sell you though." They were located on a cold planet in a warehouse that was regulated so the cold wouldn't affect all that much. They laughed as they shocked him with a cattle prod. "Pathetic. To think you're worth so much across the galaxy, slave. Oh well, we'll get some use out of you, I'm sure. If nothing more than having you dissected."

The slavers laughed as they assaulted him. They were unaware what was about to happen.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's tail flicked behind him as he glanced around the room, his hands hidden under his cloak where his finger danced over the phrik scales of his lightsaber. Slavers. They were a cancer in the galaxy. Ever spreading, ever malicious. Perhaps that made him a doctor, and the lightsaber on his hip was one of a hundred scalpels he carried on his person, each one awaiting that perfect moment to remove every cell of the malady that crossed his sight.

A pointed ear flicked towards a voice... no, not a voice. A plea sent not by word but through the mind. Given his time with Ace, he was used to such voices in his head. Still, having someone plead for mercy directly into his brain was a bit unnerving. Striding forth, he caught the eye of one of the vendors, doing his best to subdue his hatred and put on a polite, though tight smile. "Good evening gentlemen. I'm here to take your wares," he stated simply.

"Great. This one is all yours f-" the slaver began, ready to make a tidy profit off his 'product.'

Vulpesen cut him off quickly with a wave of his hand and a hard glare. "Sorry, I think you didn't hear me. I'm taking your wares. These slaves are free men as of this moment."

Viridian

 

[Viridian]

One of the Slavers pressed a gun to the head of Viridian. "Either you unleash your blasts, or I blast your head."
Viridian softly spoke mentally.

I don't want to do this, but very well.

His eyes lit with green energy as he prepared to unleash a blast from his eyes. The blast would be thermal, and have a large amount of cutting power if anyone was caught by the beams. The beams were likely going to be highly destructive should anyone be caught by the attack. The blasts were directed at Vulpesen because of the fact that a gun was pressed to the head of Viridian.

I'm sorry.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen watched the slave's eyes lock on him, full of sorrow and regret. Whatever happened next, the Valde knew it wasn't his fault. In response to the apology, he simply smiled.

The next second was a blur. With the force aiding Vulpesen's reactions, he lifted a hand as his coat flapped, a single projectile launching forth to lodge into the gunman's hand. The dagger threw his aim completely off and sent his bolt into the rafters as he let out a scream. The dagger was of course, to late to prevent Viridian from attacking his attempted savior but Vulpesen's hand simply flattened and took the beam head on. Vulpesen huffed as the energy coursed through his body, absorbed through his palm. Lifting his other hand the Zorren released a torrent of lightning which sent the slaver on the opposite side hurtling through behind the stand before he could draw a single weapon.

Vulpesen's senses were suddenly alight with danger as the entire market turned on him. The rattle of weapons from blades to blasters rang through the air and the air was filled with shots as bolts streaked towards his back only to be intercepted as a pair of massive black wings extended, covered in a shimmering shield of energy. This was a dangerous place to be sure, but as far as Vulpesen was concerned, he was a wolf among rats. Sure they could bite, but only he could truly devour.

"If you've got anymore of those, feel free to send them at people who aren't me!" Vulpesen shouted over the din as he drew his saber staff, igniting one side to slash through Viridian's bindings.

Viridian

 

[Viridian]

Since you have freed me, I will help you.

This was "shouted" mentally by him as he breathed in.

Brace yourself.

He then unleashed a massive breath that would knock down anyone who was around him. His breath was like the impact of a Semi Truck that would hit them dead center. His eyes narrowed as he walked to the one who had pointed the blaster to his head. He was trying to think of something he could shapeshift his arms into so that he could pummel the individual. He didn't like nearly being shot, after all. This individual was one he was going to treat properly because he had saved his life. Saving his life had earned his respect.

Did that help?

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen called on the force to plant himself. Unsure of what Viridian had in mind, he was only somewhat prepared when the breath came. While he was certainly capable of withstanding quite a bit when prepared, the sudden wind against his wings put a strain on his back and more or less forced the Wilder to yield to its control. Leaving the ground, Vulpesen followed the lift of breath into the air were he got a good view of those who were left standing. Sure they had smartly taken cover, but there's only so much you can do when your enemy takes to the air. "Actually, yes! Find yourself some cover!" Activating his propulsion, Vulpesen shut down his shields and relied on his lightsaber to defend him from what blasters had managed to get back on line. Then, with a flap of the dark wings, an array of razor like blades launched themselves down towards the men o the ground, seeking limbs and joints. Thankfully for the slavers, the Vitae code forbade death when it could be avoided.

Viridian

 

[Viridian]

Unfortunately for the Slavers? Viridian had no such restrictions. He walked towards the one who had dug the blaster into his head. Not amused about that he frowned. His body shook with rage as he grabbed the neck of that guy.

Time to pay!!!

This was screamed into the minds of everyone around. Viridian wasn't happy about how he had been treated. There was an understatement. Eyes alit with the energy he had shot at Vulp he was thinking.

Vulpesen

How should I erase you Slavers?

 

[Vulpesen]

As the first wave of enemies fell, Vulpesen couldn't help but shudder at the pure unadulterated hatred he felt through the force. It was a cold dark pit in his gut that reminded him of years long past... years he would have much rather not been reminded of. Worse yet, some of the slavers were trying not to catch the attention of their apparent angel of death and were focusing their fire on the green man who remained in the open.

Diving back down, Vulpesen deflected several bolts away from Viridian and into the crates behind which the assailants were hiding. "Savage oppression belongs to monsters. It is mercy which belongs to men." This time, Vulpesen's voice carried the weight of the force and was found not just traveling through the air, but into Viridian's mind as well. Vulpesen had never been a slave, but this wasn't the first time he had freed them. It certainly wasn't even the worst he had ever seen in the galaxy. One didn't live long in any of his professions without seeing some truly terrible things. True, he had never felt the yoke of slavery, but he understood the rage. He understood the desire to devour your enemies and leave nothing in your wake. But that was a dark path, and one that could only bring ruin to those who followed it. That was one thing that the jedi were right about.

 

[Viridian]

Since you saved me, I shall show mercy.

He then walked to where the man was, and with one move, crushed his shoulder. He then turned his back on the individual, as he wanted to be anywhere but here at present. After all, the way they had treated him was less than compassionate. A frown on his face as he made the move, Viridian knew a few things. The Bryn'adul had to go, for one thing. In order for them to go, he had to get a lot stronger than he was. It was a good thing he had large amounts of solar energy stored up. Given the exposure to metal that the slavers had forced on him, the Solar Energy was the only thing preventing the large amounts of metal from killing him at present.

Where do we go from here?

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

"Thank you," Vulpesen said over the constant barrage of blaster fire as his lightsaber weaved in front of him, painting a bright tapestry of gold and black which sent the crimson bolts back towards their owners. "Now we leave." Sparing a moment to split the saberstaff in half, he tossed one side to Viridian. "Use that to cut through the wall, I'll cover you." With his plan starting to get on the move, Vulpesen went on the offensive, sending another storm of golden lightning at the men before him and pushing them back into cover while Vulpesen spoke to 'merchandise'. "If you want your freedom follow us! Any man who stops them will get my special attention!"

 

[Viridian]

When the saber staff was tossed in his direction, Viridian caught it.

What is this?!?

He had never had any contact with someone who possessed a Lightsaber. He then raised his fist, and punched a wall. The wall exploded outwards propelled by the force of his blow. This sent the wall flying away, and created an exit. This exit would allow them to make their escape from the place. All the slaves began to follow them to the exit that he had created.

How did you do that lightning? Can you teach me?!?

The skills possessed by the individual were impressive to Viridian to say the least. He wished he had training to use the skills that the individual possessed. He was using the Solar Energy to fight the toxicity of the metal to himself. Really he needed to find a way for himself to no longer have the allergy he possessed.

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

As the slaves rushed forward for freedom, Vulpesen ensured that they were protected. Most of the slaves had taken his threat seriously. And after the first one to shoot at a slave turned into a moaning pincushions, all of them did. Viridian's feat of strength didn't go unnoticed and Vulpesen rose a brow, amused by unorthodox exit. "That would be a lightsaber." Calling the weapon back from Viridian's hand into his own palm where it was ignited, Vulpesen used the added defense to begin his own retreat. "That was the force. Its possible I can teach it if you have the skills. But there a few steps before this one." Another torrent of crackling energy sent the remaining slavers scattering for cover. "Now lets get out of here!"

Viridian

 

[Viridian]

I would like to learn about the Force, and how to use it. Will you teach me?!? asked Viridian mentally, as he looked at Vulps for a moment. He then noticed a table on their way out that had a few items on it. Should slaves be paid for the labor they did? He asked, as he looked at the person. He then asked. I mean, they have so many items there that looked like they'd be worth something.... Viridian admitted. Of course as he didn't own very much in the way of property that could explain his interest in the things the Slavers had out and about in the room.

He began to hatch a plan as to how he could use the "Force" to his advantage. Using the Force could help him punish the Bryn'adul. They had certainly earned the punishment he would dish out on them when he was strong enough to do so. This individual would make a good mentor for him until he got strong enough to hold his own.

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

"Perhaps. But lets focus on surviving today." Closing his wings to duck through the whole, Vulpesen followed the last of the slaves out of their man-made exit. As they topped at the Table, Vulpesen simply gave a shrug to Viridian's inquiry. "That would be fair. We seem to already be renegotiating the terms of your service." The Vitae believed in Life, Freedom, and Unity. They prevented death, slavery, and anarchy. Theft however, was far from their list of concerns, especially when it was slaves stealing from their former masters. As the pair stood there, Vulpesen watched as his backup finally arrived, a few squads of men who would help guide the now freed slaves to transports off planet. "Glad y'all made it to the party."

Viridian

 

[Viridian]

"What is that?" asked Viridian as he noticed what appeared to be a light blue sword belted at the waist of one of the Slavers who was approaching with a blaster in their hands. This particular one had no intention of letting Viridian escape to say the least. It was why he pulled the trigger on the blaster, sending a crimson bolt from it that struck Viridian, smacking him into Vulpesen. After all the individual was not the nicest "Slaver" of course all Slavers weren't nice to say the least. The bolt had done some damage to Viridian but he would recover in time. "Can you retrieve that strange looking object for me please?" asked Viridian, as he stared straight at the hilt of the sword that was on the belt of the individual who had opened fire. He was fortunately very durable due to his nature as a Veldorian. Still, he was gritting his teeth because of the shot that had hit him from the slaver. That had hurt him, and he wanted to rip the guy apart. Still, he'd promised Vulpesen he wouldn't do so, so he was staying his hand for now.


Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

Peering at the blade of Viridian's interest, Vulpesen offered a small shrug. "Looks like a sword of some so-" He stopped as the blaster bolt sent Viridian into him. Helping the man keep his balance, Vulpesen turned and lifted his hand. Without the force, the slaver was powerless to prevent the sudden swirl of the blade. Without a scabbard, its edge cut through his leg, eliciting a scream as he collapsed to the ground. "There is a difference between ruthlessness and self defense.' Turning the weapon so that he could offer the hilt to Viridian, Vulpesen then looked over the wound and called upon the force one more, this time to help mend what wounds might have been left by the blaster.