A 'Sith' on Dantooine

[Aithne Charr]

Solan sat above them three stories up on the roof and smiled down at them as he looked over them. Nothing but mercenaries, weaklings with no spine that he would sooner crush and dispose of before he saw them as any sort of threat to him, still though he had a reputation to keep and the act of the crazy murderer is something that was fun to mess with people. In a joyful voice he started pacing with a sway to his walk as he turned his head back in forth and spoke in that joyful and cold name. "The blood runs cold on the surface of the blade, the screams of the victims like a chorus in the night, the death so close and so fun to watch. You know the songs that they sing, the tears that they choke back, thy things that they beg for and the mercy they ask. It just feels so nice to let the blade bite into them, dont you think?" He looked down at them with the cold pale eyes and his hollow dark features that amplified the intended effect of a insane murderer in the middle of the plains. Now just left them to turn and run for their lives like normally things happen. [member="Dalansa"]

 

[Dalansa]

The men took a few steps back. Mumbles of "no one said anything about a Jedi" and "He'll kill us all" ran through the ranks. A single blaster fired at [member="Solan Charr"]. Then another. And then they ran.

All but one, anyways. The leader stood there, aiming a pistol at the lightsaber-wielding man before him squeezing the trigger, he let a storm of bolts fly out at him. He wanted past.

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Dalansa curled up in the corner, hearing everything going on outside. She shuttered at the man's words. He had seemed so nice. Curling up tighter, she reminded herself that she couldn't trust like that. She needed to defend herself better.

She wanted her swords.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

"WRONG CHOICE." His voice sounded with sorrow, hate, anger, and fear. Each twisting his voice as his saber spun and each bolt was sent to the side as he moved closer and closer, wincing only once as a bolt hit him in the shoulder. He drank in the fear of the men running through, his speed increasing with each drop of fear until the man didn't even see him move out of his blaster fire and then cut the blade across the man's arm, severing it and the blaster falling to the ground. Solan lost it though, these men were here to harm someone innocent, they were here to kill her or worse, and they would pay themselves. His hand closed around the man's throat and the force aid him as he held him up, slowly crushing the man's throat. Unless stopped he would continue until it would be impossible to breath ever again.

 

[Dalansa]

The captain screamed as his arm fell to the ground, not expecting this. His scream was cut short by the invisible hand wrapping around his throat, so it was unlikely anything would take too much notice. One never knows, though. He struggled, flailed, trying to escape from [member="Solan Charr"]'s grip around his neck, but ultimately failing. In the end, he fell limp, dead in Solan's grasp.

Dalansa hid in the corner, reading herself for the man's return. How did he switch so quickly? He had been so kind, so generous, and now he was... She didn't even know what he was now. He seemed... enraged. Why? What had gotten him so mad?

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

He tossed the body to the ground, having taken a full three minutes to kill the man, letting him suffer every second of the way as he stared with cold eyes at his corpse. "I hate them... how dare he thought he could just cause an innocent to suffer..." He muttered, leaving the body to rot as he made his way into the home once more and looked around, speaking up as his voice returned to the kind and soft one that he preferred. "Miss, are you still here?"

 

[Dalansa]

Fear coerced through her as she heard him speak. "Are they gone?" she asked, her voice shaking. She was scared. Scared they'd come back. Scared of going back. She didn't know what would happen. Would they kill her? Would they send her to the beast pits? That was a scary thought. Those were horrible places. It could... No. Not now. She was safe. She hoped. He killed them all. To protect me. Why me? She cluched her lega together tighter, bowing her head as her hair spilled over her frame. She was safe. Safe.....
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

He moved and kneeled down, looking at Dalansa with softer eyes than he had before and without hesitating he hugged the woman that didn't seem to be able to truly calm down. He said nothing, did nothing else, he simply just hugged her and let her calm down or not, even if he received a strike to the face, he would not care at that moment as he simply was trying to help her calm down. "I removed them, don't worry, no one will go after you again."

 

[Dalansa]

Her body tensed as [member="Solan Charr"] hugged her. Part of her wanted to hurt him, to drive away his touch. She feared others holding her, others touching her. It had never been something she could enjoy. But for some reason, something held her back. She wanted to be away, but the quiet voice, escaping from the rage of her broken soul. He had defended her. He wasn't trying to hurt her. Unlike everyone else, he didn't mean her harm.

".....what are you doing?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

He blinked and then laughed, backing off of her and grinning. "Its called a hug, you looked like you were going to break down and just about to break down and shatter apart. I could have been reading you wrong but hey, i gave a hug to someone and im done." He stepped back again and turned, looking over his shoulder. "You can come back, i already cleaned up the dirt on the front steps so don't worry about them coming back."