Arrival Of Krayones To Coruscant

[Krayones Jokenlo]

Krayones landed his ship in a large public hangar. The cockpit opened, and he took one breath of the air that for once didn't smell like sand. He jumped out of the cockpit, the stolen Jedi armor on and the saber hidden under his robes, he looked around, seeing all the different people conversing. All different races, from humans to zabraks. This was the first time in his life he had seen many of these races in person, so his facial expression remained curious. He continued walking from his ship, down a small hallway came a huge foyer. While it was not elegant, it was large, and many elevators lined the walls. He thought, finally coming to the conclusion that this was a hotel. He tried his best to keep the location in his head before walking out of the hotel, entering a whole new world to explore.

Looking around, it seemed plenty of civilians were scattered throughout the city he was in. Lined through them were a few cloaked men, and some men wearing robes. A big change from the desolate villages of Tatooine for sure. He kept walking along for about 10 minutes before coming across a large temple. He looked at it, curiosity filled his mind, yet he did not wish to enter. If it was the Jedi temple he thought it was, he didn't want to be caught with Jedi armor and be mistaken as such Jedi. He continued to walk, attempting to blend in with the crowds, yet he could not keep his eyes off the large temple. Guards lined the main entrance of it and many men wearing robes would walk in and out of the temple. Krayones felt drawn to the temple, as if some unseen force would pulling him closer, yet he resisted. He began to walk away, hoping not to catch the attention of many with the armor on. Hopefully, he could stay undercover.

(This is my first RP post, so it may be a bit rusty. I wanna get this out here so I can get a feel for the community, so excuse any sort of bland adjectives. Thanks for responding!)

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Krayones Jokenlo"]

Rhen strode through the hanger, his green robes rustling along his dusty boots. The Old Corellian Jedi was here to visit the Jedi Academy. It was House Oria, a smaller Jedi Academy whose focus was on archival study. It was one of the smallest of the academies despite being on Coruscant.

The old man gave a slight rub of his thick, peppered beard. There was something enjoyable about observing travelers as they came to and fro along the space sport. One could tell so much just by observation. There was a Togruta female, her skin a dark rust hue. The tooth necklace she wore at the crown of her painted head gave a slight jingle with every step she took. Perhaps she was here to do some business? Or maybe visit?

Then there was an old Trandoshan. He had big muscular arms and was as round as a barrel. He held himself confidently, as if searching for another. A bounty hunter perhaps? Or was he making rounds to pay tribute to the Scorekeeper? So many variables and stories that could come from it.

Finally, his eyes settle down upon a young man. Brown hair, angular features. The old Jedi gave a pause. Curiosity caught the better of him, so Rhen slowly began to follow in pursuit.

 

[Andy Khor]

The song was freaking lit. For Andy, walking in the streets listening to music, was the best. At his side, Hex was taking notes and editing the playset for tonigh in the club. The jobs were falling from the sky and Andy would take every opportunity he would receive. Acaleus gave him the items necessary. Teaching someone how to fish wouldnt be the best if he/she was starving at the time. So Andy accepted the gifts and owed the assassin at least a five digit number in credits "Better than having nothing" for now his force training would wait.

He was passing by the old Jedi Temple from when the Jedi presence felt in Coruscant like vigilants. Their fight against the dark side of the force was just a slaughter or an excuse to have more influence in the galaxy or maybe..."Damn this song is really good. Hex try to give it more bass when the beat drops" said to the droid levitating to his side. Andy didnt knew that in front of him was a guy, so they collide.

Andy managed to not lose his footing and stayed up, walking a few steps back "Sorry. I was distracted are you alright?" the guy he bump into was young guy..."with a hidden lightsaber?" thought. The helmet would report every important recorded situation and apparently it recorded the weapon "At least Acaleus helped building my lightsaber"

[member='Krayones Jokenlo'] [member='Rhen Qel-Droma']

 

[Krayones Jokenlo]

Krayones looked around fearfully, acting as if he had not seen the man bump into him. While he was glad to be on a new planet, he felt anything but comfortable knowing that he could be being followed. He'd make a full turn, attempting to head through the crowds, back to the hotel. His eyes identified each individual around him. A Nautolan, blue-greenish complexion, looked at Krayones with a strange look, as if Krayones was acting weird.

Slowly, he began looking at the individual features of each person around him, from Twi-lek's to simple humans, they all had specific features that were different than all the others around them. All ages surrounded him, from young children to old men and women, he looked at all of them as threats. He started walking faster, his paranoia getting the best of him.

Finally, he found himself back at the entrance of the hotel, and he just stood there. Rubbing his chin, it seemed as if the place was different in some way. The energy around it seemed to have changed. He felt a shift in something, yet he could not put his finger on it. He had run out of breath at this point, so he sat on the steps of the entrance to the large building, going back to his analyzing of citizens. His eye came across a few robed men throughout the crowd, some seemed to be walking way past him, while some seemed to be coming in the direction he came. He attempted to hide his face, acting as if he was simply thinking. Twiddling his thumbs and whistling, he tried his best to blend in without any sort of eyes looking onto him.

[member="Andy Khor"][member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

(And Andy, your text came in as I was typing, so I had to do a bit of editing to my original post to fit it to you as well, so sorry if it may seem choppy)

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Andy Khor"] [member="Krayones Jokenlo"]

The path was a winding one, but Rhen had no sense to rush. His step was steady, even, keeping a casual pace that would allow him to keep track of the young one while appearing to be nothing more than a fellow traveler. With as many spacers and tourists as Coruscant saw in a single hour, it wouldn't be hard to continue the distant observation.

Unless a situation would force Rhen's hand to expose himself.

One of the pesky things about Coruscant was that while it was under the jurisdiction of the Galactic Alliance, a distinct criminal element lingered. It always would. There was simply just no viable way of patrolling every sector or every level; 1313 was notorious for this as much as the underworld.

Perhaps that is why @Krayones Jekento would find himself the object of another type of attention. A pickpocket attempting to sneak in close to perhaps steal a wallet.

 

[Krayones Jokenlo]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"][member="Andy Khor"]

Krayones would look around, paranoia the only emotion you could see throughout him. He began to hyperventilate. He had never been In such a stressful situation. While he may have done many terrible things in his past and was no stranger to combat, the thought of getting into trouble in such a populated area shook him. He had never been in any sort of trouble with crime on Tatooine, so it was quite a change. He began scratching at the symbols on the armor. The symbols represented the Jedi, so he soon realized how truly vulnerable he was to being caught.

He looked around the crowds walking past, trying to see if anyone was looking at him funny. Any sort of look he got would burst his adrenaline straight through the roof. He'd finally had enough. He stood from the steps he sat upon and began walking up to the hotel. He felt for his saber, making sure he still had it in case a fight were to ensue. As he walked forward, he bumped into tourists and visitors who were checking in at the hotel. He seemed to be making quite a scene. Suddenly, a man walked from the lines of people, pointing at Krayones, saying, "You watch where you're going, filthy worm." The man was a Zabrak. His skin a deep brown color, horns lined his head like a crown. His eyes glared at Krayones, the iris shined a peaceful yet menacing gold. Krayones backed up saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." The man's expression only got angrier until he noticed the Jedi attire Krayones wore. The man immediately began to step down. Krayones began to back up, finding his way to a bench as quickly as possible. He went back to analyzing people.

The Zabrak went on to peer his head down to his wrist, saying something in some foreign language he could not understand. Krayones became very paranoid again, the worst of thoughts coming to him, "Could someone be following me?" "Is he going to kill me?" "Am I going crazy?" All of these were questions that ran through his head like a criminal running from the authorities. He lowered his head. The bumping into of people, the angry man, the lowering of his head. It all seemed to be signs of a crazy man. Or perhaps the sign of someone up to no good, maybe from the look of an outsider.

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara stalked the crowd, pocketing valuables unnoticed. But then a boy, younger than her no doubt stormed past, looking rather fearful and/or shameful. Mara couldn't tell which. Normally, she'd ignore people like this, growing up on the streets taught her that in the most painful of fashions. But now, her curiosity got the better of her, and she began following the boy, still pick pocketing people as she passed by them, following the boy about thirty feet back.[member="Krayones Jokenlo"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"][member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Even in plainclothes, Ardgal turned heads. His hulking size alone, close to 300 pounds of pure muscle was enough to draw attention from even the most casual observer. In a crowd he blended in about as well as a mountain. Add to that his aura in the Force, which was more like a gaping wound spewing puss of broken sanity and madness into the Force, and he was hardly able to blend into anything. To an untrained sensitive it would bring unease to an average trained being, it would wreck havoc to feel his madness. To those untrained or unsensitive--it just meant there was something off with him.

That was why he was standing by and waiting, and the Zabrak was the one out gathering recon, that worthless fool.

<<Target is in route towards your position>> the alien whispered into his wrist comm.

Huh, I guess he is good for more than target practice, Project 13 thought tossing the cheap comm in a nearby refuse pile.

He strode out into the street, not even trying to put on a show of stealth. He was unmissable, unforgettable, and a walking nightmare. His dark trench coat that clad his person fluttered with every step as he drew closer to the boy. Who wanted him? That didn't matter, what mattered was he was sent, and this cyborg didn't ask questions.

A man staggered in front of Ardgal, the brute shoved past him, trampling the victim underfoot unphased. The man let out several cries of agony as the heavy boots cracked ribs. If that didn't get the kid's attention, nothing would.

Ardgal produced a hefty sonic rifle from the folds of his trench coat, bringing it to bear on the boy. It whirled to life as his thumb flicked the safety off.

"FREEZE RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, I WILL NOT REPEAT THAT."​

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[member="Mara Illyrett"] I [member="Krayones Jokenlo"] I [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] I [member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Andy Khor]

The kid went running away, and Andy could see him, scared of everything "He is as weird...more weird than the common living being in this planet" "Well lets keep going sir" "Hex how many hours until the show?" "Four hours. Three and a half to prepare yourself" "Then we have time. And at least i´ll get to try the helmet sensor" he put a simple house song, a lot of bass. With that, his force powers were on.

With a jump he managed to get to a ceiling, with Hex just levitating at his side. With a simple eye movement, the bodies of the living beings were in a blue color, but the guy he just bump into was in red. After a quick scan, the image showed in an orange color Three other subjects. An old man with robes and a long hair girl. Also a guy with a long rifle that started to scream. The weapons didnt had a red dot, but the helmet did managed to see where the weapon was pointing "Need to be higher. To have a better view of everything" "I´ll follow you sir" the recording worked, the command also "Acaleus did a great job with this"

[member='Krayones Jokenlo'] [member='Rhen Qel-Droma'] [member='Mara Illyrett'] [member='Ardgal Raxis']

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Andy Khor"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Krayones Jokenlo"]

Well things certainly became rather interesting to say the least. Rhen kept himself at a distance. There was no need to get involved just yet. Observation was the way of the Jedi; although being a Corellian Jedi meant that he was more apt to jump in blindly than through thinking it through.

For now, Rhen curiously observed the interaction. Just what would happen?

Amused, he stood in wait.

 

[Krayones Jokenlo]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"][member="Andy Khor"][member="Ardgal Raxis"][member="Mara Illyrett"]

Krayones looked up fearfully. He didn't know what to say. He always prided himself on being courageous, and he wanted to prove that to the man. He sat motionless for what seemed like hours, but what was truly only a few seconds. He shivered as he felt a cold sensation climb up his spine like it was a ladder. Then the sensation slid back down, then climbed back up again. Slowly it was as if the sensation tugged harder and harder every time it climbed up, forcing Krayones to cringe at every feeling. His body soon relaxed as the sensation stopped. His senses may have finally been coming back to him. His time on the streets of Tatooine. His days killing people for no reason. He wasn't going to back down to someone just because they had a weapon. That wasn't what he did.

People began clearing out or backing up as Krayones stood his ground. His hands stopped trembling, his mouth stopped twitching. Instead that twitching went to his eye. Where fear first lied came anger. And oh boy, was he angry. He stared the man down for a few seconds, blocking out everything else around him. The clattering of footsteps as they ran from the hotel. The cries of children going with their parents. Crowds surrounded, yet Krayones saw only one man. He firmly stood his ground, finally speaking up. He wanted to say something cool, something to scare him off, but he knew he couldn't do that. So he simply said, "What do you think you're doing?" His muscles tightened as the words came out.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal had a soul before he was Subject 13. There was a time before Project: Madman that he would have never even dreamed of staring down sights at a kid. He would have never held him here, confronting him like this with a rifle able to maim and maul his body to nothing.

But Ardgal wasn't that man anymore. Vongshaping, cyborg parts, and biochemical engineering had completely warped his body into something horrific. Then there was the programming and conditioning that had shredded every last ounce of his humanity so those monsters could build him back from nothing. He could pull this trigger now, end the child's life, and feel no remorse.

Thankfully, whoever wanted this child wanted him alive, so the rifle was set for stun.

He watched indifferently as the kid's lips trembled and he clearly saved off a panic attack. He was brave--or just plane stupid. Either way he didn't care, the kid was just a paycheck and his plucky response was just a cover for the horror any logical being would feel when staring at a 300 pound monster who topped 6 feet.

"Taking you in," with a quick movement he tossed a pair of stuncuffs at the kid's feet, his rifle never wavering from its target. "Put those on, no sudden movements."

The man who hired him out of Tatoowine was rather insistent on the target being brought in alive and relatively unharmed. Probably family, but Ardgal didn't care.

"You're coming in one way or the other," Project 13 said, his finger tightening on the trigger ready to fire, "Just a matter of if you want the easy way or the hard way."

[member="Krayones Jokenlo"] I [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] I [member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara gazed at the boy, bravely standing his ground against a man, who was from her estimation at least three times his size and holding a sonic rifle. She knew how some sonic rifles killed. It was not pretty... and quite frankly, something she didn't want to see ever again. With out thinking, she drew her heavy blaster pistol. Aiming for the man, she fired a short burst of 3 shots at his head, then another at his chest, then another at the rifle. She didn't know why she did that, maybe it was because she felt sorry for the kid, maybe she didn't want to see another death she could do nothing to prevent, but she did it anyways. As the last shot left ther blaster she realized how badly she had just messed up if none of those hit.


[member="Ardgal Raxis"][member="Rhen Qel-Droma"][member="Andy Khor"]

 

[Andy Khor]

A guy pointing a rifle towards a kid. The other guy with the lightsaber being close to that location. A girl taking his blaster pistol out and getting close. The helmet went into assault mode with range measures and current threats. If Andy could describe what he was looking, it would be cover locations, current weapons, a list of things to be clear to be out of danger. A thing he hated and the reason he was using the helmet was because he couldnt hear other thing that the music, but he could instantly know if there where danger incoming because of an incoming danger alarm

Hex levitated to the back of Andy, watching his back. Andy didnt wanted to be in a common fight on Coruscant. He shouldnt even needed to be there. He stood up and was going to leave when the song ended and the next in the playlist was a hard rock one. Andy´s eye opened and rage started to flow with the music. His hand grabbed his lightsaber, then closed the other on the grip and turn it on. The katana worked perfectly, with the stick creating the thin blade.

"Now what side should i be with? With the girl that suddenly shot the guy or the mercenary being shot at...?" thought while jumping. Time slow down when he saw that the girl was prepared to shoot. Andy saw a crate near his landing point so he stab the wooden box with the lightsaber and push it. The crate went flying in between the shooting range, receiving the bolts.

[member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Krayones Jokenlo"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

 

[Krayones Jokenlo]

[member="Andy Khor"][member="Mara Illyrett"][member="Ardgal Raxis"][member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

He'd watch as blaster fire flew, and as a box was shoved in front of them. Everything went in slow motion. His reaction time synced with the situation at hand. With him once having two choices now left him with many. His body tensed. His eyes scoured. They saw every centimeter of movement. Every footstep made, he could sense it all. He had never felt such a feeling before. As if his mind had suddenly gained a plethora of knowledge that he could not seem to break through.

In one clean movement, he grabbed the saber hilt from his belt as quickly as possible, igniting it. It glowed a deep blue, shining for a mere few seconds before Krayones attempted the impossible. He'd jump, feeling as if an unseen wave pushed him into the air, as he flew over the people to the hallway where his ship lied. He feels as something bounced in his mind. The door to the corridor to the hangar suddenly booming shut. Now, Krayones was separated from the people. It seemed at this moment that what Krayones wanted to happen was happening. People in the hangar began to run to corners of the hangar as Krayones jumped into his ship, the cockpit opening. His body filled with adrenaline, and something else more mysterious.

He quickly turned on the engine to the ship, the sound of engines riding up. As if a sound at the lowest pitch possible slowly built up to the highest. The engines finally turned on. The engines lied inside of the ship. The ship began to lift at a very slow pace. "Come on you stupid thing!" he said as he banged on the steering bars. In his mind, he was hoping for one thing. He could get out of this place unscathed.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Nothing got in the way of Ardgal getting to his targets. Nothing.

The blaster bolts came his way, and were intercepted by the box. He tilted his head as the kid did his loldodge into the corridor, his eye glared at the woman who shot at him. "So that's how its gonna be huh?"

He filed her face away under, people to kill later but for now he had a target to capture. A normal human would have been stopped by a durasteel door but--not Ardgal. He charged down the hall without even slowing down or breaking his stride. He twisted, ramming his shoulder and weight into it without a moment. His Fierreo nature made him even stronger a normal person for his muscular stature--add to that his biological enhancements and he was a monster with more than enough punching power to make it clatter across the floor in a loud caphony.

A stab of pain went through his shoulder, but the adrenaline pumping through him was more than enough for Project 13 to ignore it. The ship was rising, and at that, very slowly. Ardgal stormed forward, he flicked a Patty explosive packet that latched on the engines. If all else failed he would remotely detonate and send the ship crashing to the ground. But that was plan B, he had an even better plan A.

The warrior hurrled himself up on top of the cockpit of this ship. His free hand drew his Sword from its storage on his belt, bringing it down in a heavy two-handed strike that would shatter the plasteel cockpit. When it was down, he twirled his sword back around, angling a second strike at the controls with a hellish roar.

[member="Krayones Jokenlo"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Krayones Jokenlo]

Krayones saw as the durasteel door was completely bashed through, in its path was the same man who had pointed that same rifle to Krayones. He kept slamming on the controls, "Lift you dumb thing!" Yet it would still take forever to lift. He had to think quickly, or he was dead.

He watches as a small object is thrown onto the area where the engine lied. Soon came the man pouncing onto his ship and slamming a blade right through the cockpit. The blade missing by only inches. Krayones took a good look at the blade. The material looked familiar. As if he had read about it somewhere. Something clicked right then and there, "Cortosis," he thought. With as much speed as possible he looked to the controls, slamming his open hand into a lever that lied on the panel. Usually it was tied shut to make sure you had to untie it when using it, but the sheer might Krayones put into his hand forced the thing forward.

As the sounds of engines boosting were heard, he jumped out, that same wave of force he felt push him up once before did so again. He saw the angle of the strike the man was attacking at. Knowing this, he did not feel it necessary to keep his saber out to protect against a swing. Especially in the case of the material of it. Or perhaps it was all simply too in the moment. The ship quickly accelerated as he landed on the ground. He ignited the saber, hoping the ship would accelerate fast enough to catch the man off guard, sending him off into the outer reaches of space. Or perhaps he would have to keep fighting. Yet he knew it was not a fight to win, but a fight to escape from.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"][member="Andy Khor"][member="Mara Illyrett"][member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]


(Also sorry about the loldodge, I'm not used to forum roleplays just yet so excuse me if I may act a bit weird. I appreciate you mentioning my mistake though )

 

[Mara Illyrett]

the man looked at Mara, and, for a brief moment, she knew she was doomed. what had she gotten herself into? why had she gotten her self into this? but then the man chased the boy onto the boys ship. the boy leapt out, letting the ship rise into the air behind him. as the boy landed, she ran over to him.

" who the hell are you? and why the hell is that guy"-she gestured to the ship-"trying to kill you?"