Assassinating a Senator

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick lowered his weapon. ashamed. Something died inside of him, first utter anger, then sorrow, he had no clue what he was feeling, only that he was confused, and didt like this. "Youre right he spoke looking down at his feet and removed his helmet and dropped it." he looked up at the Jedi, he looked as if he was ready to beat Jerrick into a pulp.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick looked at the jedi then back at Parker, he picked his helmet back, "Yeah but Jeeti, Mandalorians never did like your kind, or the republic, Parker, blow their shebs to a milliana away." Jerrick said. He quickly fired a few shots at the others then charged at the window nocking into grabbing Parker, and Strardust with him to plunge into the water below.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

takes a breath holdibg onto jerrick

 

[Marek S'hadar]

@[member="JerrickShado"] would take three steps before Marek pulled him back into the building. "Since you obviously don't know, the Republic and Mandolorians are allies. Mando and Jedi have fought side by side for ages." He hissed as he looked to @[member="stardust"] with disgust.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust narrowed.her eyes"whats with the look jedi

@[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Alan]

Tracyn gave off a weary growl as he stepped back, slightly hunched over from the expenditure of the force he had been using. Offensive features of the force definitely gave him a wind, but Tracyn had been in the game long enough for it not to be too much of a wimp. He gave off a mighty roar, a war cry that could make a Krayt dragon twinge in fear. Tracyn stared at the Togrutan for a long time, a slight rain starting to drizzle down. His lightsaber began to steam as he stared upwards, leveling the blade to his face. It cast a shadow over his face, and Tracyn then moved. Moved with a purpose, with a drive. Tracyn tucked his legs under his body, flipping upwards to face the Togrutan, on an opposite balcony.

"You wanna give up yet..."Tracyn said, using the darkness to hide the fact that he was growing weary. He would have to figure out how to end it quickly and in a way that made sure that the Sith would never try and do this sort of act again.

 

[J3C0]

With blood slowly slipping down his back Vash slightly cocked his head at the Jedi. The man was far more agile than he had expected, he had to give him that. The Man was down right impressive in fact, and if Vash had any intention of fighting fair he probably would have won, it was a good thing that Sith never fought fair.

After what seemed like a century Vash finally drew the lightsaber that sat on his lower back. The handle was longer than his forearm, almost reaching the length of a smaller quarterstaff. At one end of the hilt was a large oval ring, large enough to fit a hand through. The Togruta didn't ignite the weapon, but simply gripped it in his right hand, his knuckles turning from red to a light pink as he held onto the weapon tightly.

He maintained his stoic silence, and then suddenly moved with a burst of speed.

Vash ignited his lightsaber, the red blade snapped to life with a his, immediately slicing into the durasteel wall next to Vash and breaking it into large metal scraps. With a wave of his arm Vash tore apart the wall, breaking off needle like pieces of metal and hurling them towards the Jedi. Thousands of tiny shardes flew towards the Mandalorian, small enough to pierce through gaps in his armor.

 

[Alan]

The amount of time Vash spent staring and brooding or whatever he was doing (friggin Sith), gave Tracyn valuable time to recover. With that, Tracyn turned to his side, letting a majority of the small shards rip past him, and the slashed his lightsaber in a fan-like motion, the durasteel shards digging into his skin at some places, but most fell to the Beskar's signature ability to just take it. Tracyn turned again to face him, the small gaps in his armor where the flightsuit was the only protection he had. He gave off a snarl, and cracked his neck. There was a silence following Tracyn's movements, as Tracyn simply seemed to disappear, due to how quick he was moving. To the casual observer, at least. Being that the both of them were force sensitives, Vash could definitely see what he was doing, but now Tracyn had finally had enough. He wanted to use his hate and anger to destroy Vash, but he was above that.

He was literally going to kill him with kindness.

Tracyn came to the balcony that Vash was on, and brought his saber above and around his shoulders, and then in a horizontal chop towards Vash's chest that could break even the mightiest defenses, and more importantly, tear apart mostly anything in it's blue-colored path.

 

[J3C0]

Vash's eyes followed Tracyn like a hawk would follow prey. It was not a physical action so much as pure instinct. His master had always taught him that battle was about surrendering oneself to the force, that winning was all about who could predict the next move the fastest. In this particular isntance it was easy to tell that the Mandalorian would go for the direct attack, the man was a brute, a powerful bone crunching brute, but a brute nonetheless.

Vash moved like something out of a holo-flick.

He jumped up and over the Jedi's lightsaber, using the force bounding over the brute like a cat. The mans lightsaber cut into the wall where Vash had been standing moments before, wrecking it utterly. The Togruta landed on the balcony behind the Mandalorian with a silent thud his lightsaber still ignited in his right hand and blood sliding down his back.

As soon as his feet touched the ground Vash pulled a small needle like knife from his wrist with his left hand, immediately whirling around and stabbing the small knife towards one of the gaps in Tracyn's armor. The knife was coated with Synox poison, an extremely deadly toxin that would require the Jedi to seek immediate healing...even if he only received a scratch.

This had to end soon.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn turned and grabbed the knife with his crushgaunt covered hand, the knife bending as he held it in his hand. He dropped it to the ground, cracking his neck and glaring at him. He pointed his lightsaber at him, and let out a sneer at him. The knife trick was easy enough to figure out, Tracyn had fought plenty of assassins and warriors and other assorted pendejos and cabrons to be victim to such trickery. Tracyn didn't need to use the force to jump to the balcony, facing the assassin. Tracyn, interestingly enough, tucked away his lightsaber. He rolled his shoulders back, and pulled his hands up into the Teras Kasi position, and motioned Vash to 'come at him'. They were both weary, and Tracyn's switching to hand to hand meant that Tracyn was no longer playing around - he had a desire to end Vash and end him brutally. Vash could either meet his challenge, or try and take a cheap shot. Tracyn was prepared for both situations.

 

[Duggan]

@[member="JerrickShado"] was a fool, attempting to run from a Jedi like that. He turned to the Jedi "if you think I'm with them," he started "then you are mistaken, I only had just came across these people" Duggan wasn't going to try and leave right now, and if the Jedi didn't believe him he could just read his mind and he would find Duggan was telling the truth.

@stardust@Marek S'hadar

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

then why @[member="Duggan"] did you try leading us to a exit hmm

 

[J3C0]

Vash stared at the Mandalorian for a few moments, his eyes growing entirely weary as the Jedi put away his lightsaber. The fact that the man put away the weapon signaled to the Togruta that he was confident in the art of hand to hand combat. That and the fact that the mans unique gauntlets had crushed a durasteel knife with minimum amount of effort told Vash that fighting this man in hand to hand combat would have been an utterly stupid idea.

The assassin moved like a viper. He swiped his lightsaber blade horizontally into the balconies floor sending up a wall of sparks and other debris towards the Jedi's face.

At the same time Vash raised his left hand, energy building up for only a split second and then releasing itself in the form of a massive bolt of force lightning. It was less of a continued bolt of course, but more of a single massive spark, one headed directly towards the Jedi's face.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn, was in the form of Teras Kasi. Teras Kasi had been created solely for the purpose of fighting Jedi and force sensitives, and the fact that Vash had even given Tracyn the chance to get into the stance and mindset of Teras Kasi, was a very bad move on his part. Small debris littered his face with small pockets of skin being torn, but nothing serious. Tracyn turned to the bolt of lightning coming towards him. While it was impressive his form, the conjured lightning of a Sith apprentice was not much to Tracyn, especially in terms of power. At first, it arced through his entire body, electrifying his body in pain. He spread his legs out, and channeled the force energy that was being put into him, into a different form through Tutaminis. The electricity then eventually went to his hand, as it collected and stored, and then released back into him. He was re-energized in a matter of seconds, but the pain was still there.

He turned and spit to the side, after the smoke cleared. The smoke rose from his body, where the electricity had burnt him."That hurt."Tracyn said, grimacing, collecting himself. He launched himself towards Vash, and with one hand, pushed the lightsaber's blade away from him, being able to move it aside with the ionized Mandalorian iron in his crushgaunts. He then twisted and turned his body, both of his armored feet going towards Vash's face. Tracyn was pushed to extremes before, but he rarely remembered when a lower Sith made him sweat so much. Nonetheless, Tracyn's bone breaking dual kick was set for Vash's face. Upon connection or even missing, Tracyn would have rolled in mid-air to his other side, giving him another chance to follow-up for a brutal grapple attack.

 

[J3C0]

Vash was surprised by the Jedi's ability to absorb the lightning. Granted he was not the most powerful user of force lightning, his area of expertise lay else where, but the man should have at least been slightly more hurt. Then again Vash probably over estimated himself. He gritted his teeth as the Jedi bounded forward, his armor clinking slightly.

The montrals on top of his head twitched ever so slightly as the unique extraordinary sensed kicked in. It was this extra sense that allowed Vash to move so quickly, it was this that allowed him to almost predict his enemies move. As the Jedi bounded through the air Vash brought up his lightsaber, which was quickly batted away to the side. Out of pure instinct Vash followed the momentum of the blade allowing himself to whirl to the left.

His body struck the wall and he clung to it as the Jedi began to move past him. The man twirled in mid air, trying to grapple Vash and hang onto him.

The thing about being in the air however was that there was nothing to grab on to, nothing to support yourself with, and nothing to stop yourself from moving in another direction if another force acted upon you. Vash knew this, and before the Jedi could grapple onto him he pushed his left hand forward, sending out a powerful face of the force to fling the Jedi off the balcony and down into the citadel grounds.

 

[James Mathison]

All this time, while the two Force-users had been fighting, James moved unseen to the same rooftop the pair stood below. As the Jedi flew through the air, James took this as his cue to act. When the Sith dodge the flying double kick, James threw a grappling hook around the Jedi's wrist and pulled with all of his strength to help redirect the Jedi's aerial path back towards the Sith. Doing so would effectively sling-shot the Jedi back into the immediate area of the Sith, giving the Jedi another chance to take out the green-skinned foe.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn's face turned into one of amusement. The little Togrutan had a lot of spunk, a lot of potential. Shame he was a Sith, truthfully. Tracyn felt himself fling away, body flying away. The thing about force pushes is that they were less of a pain at first, but the impact is what really got you, so he prepared for a ground-shaking impact. However, there was none. There was another movement. He thought at first, the Sith had pulled him back for another attack, but instead he was being pulled by a rope, back towards the direction of the Sith. He grabbed the rope pulling him, and came back towards the Sith, and in a single movement, withdrew and activated his lightsaber, in a horizontal slash towards the would-be assassin, in hopes of catching him on his side, slicing into him something awful.

 

[J3C0]

Vash opened his eyes wide in surprise, staring as the Jedi came flying back towards him. He let out a wordless curse, simply letting his mouth form the words. There was no beating two opponents, especially when the one was already quite out of his league.

Before the Jedi could swing around entirely and strike him against the wall Vash dropped into a crouching roll, as he dropped he could feel the heat of the Jedi's lightsaber over his head, the blade singing one of his montral's as he fell to the floor. He moved across the balcony and to the entrance of the building, standing up from his roll in a pounce. He smashed through the glass door's of the balcony, sending shards of glass and wood flying into the room. A woman screeched loudly as Vash came into the room, his lightsaber turning off and finding its place on his back once more.

The Togruta began to run, exiting the room attached to the balcony and moving through the building as fast as he could. He had studied the floor plan of this section of the Citadel for quite some time before his mission. He knew his way around. The question was...

Would the Jedi chase him?

 

[James Mathison]

James watched as the Jedi barely missed the Sith. Instead of fighting, the Sith ran inside the building through a window. James dove for the edge, grabbing on, palm down, turned his body 180 degrees and down in through another window. Rolling into a run after the Sith who burst through the door ahead of him. The Sith was very fast, but James could keep up. He had no intention of closing the gap, though he could if he wanted to. The Sith was ducking around corners and through rooms, but James kept in step. He began to play as he ran, throwing vases, running on walls through turns and over tables and desks. A game of cat and mouse with a Sith.

@[member="Vash Nazari"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]