Breaking the Chain

[Azariah]

Nar Shaddaa

The pilot brought the shuttle into land with practiced, perfect ease, the only signs of touch-down the metallic cloom of the landing gear and hiss of pneumatic bleed-off muted by the shuttle’s walls. Wordlessly, he set to his task, prepping the shuttle for refuel and post-flight checks. His unease as he struggled to move past her, standing in the center of the path, while simultaneously attempting to appear respectful and yet stay as far away from her as possible was well-covered, but still amusingly clear to both the slave and to Vanus’s Weapon.
No, she reminded herself sternly, I am free. I am no one’s weapon but my own.
Her gaze caught momentarily on the brown of the pistol harness slung over the back of the pilot’s seat, the butt of the blaster jutting out like a branch waiting to be snapped from the trunk as she tracked his passage.
Once past her and ‘safely’ established before a monitoring terminal, he dared to speak his first direct words to her since acquiescing to her demand for a shuttle to the Smuggler’s Moon. “When shall I expect your return, Weapon Culexus?”
She had never held a blaster before. It sat awkwardly in her hand, and yet felt strangely not unlike the hilt of her sword. Not that her lack of skill at all mattered, as close to her target as she was.
“Never.”
A red-white flash filled her vision, searing forever in her mind the image of the loyal servant’s face, half-turned toward her in shock. The ringing in her ears covered the noise of his body falling limply to the metal deck. A look at her slave revealed him staring with a frown at the blackened, still-steaming wound that marred the pilot’s face. Idly, she wondered what intrigued the scribe-slave so. It was just a body.
“Take the armor,” she directed, the order snapping his gaze up to hers. A small well of emotion she couldn’t identify filled her as the expected flinch of meeting her eyes was only barely visible. “Gather anything else of use. We will not be returning.”
He bowed as best he could from his seated position. “Of course, milady.”

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Her fingers itched for her sword as she waited at the bottom of the ramp for her slave to join her. There were too many beings of too many species – many of which she had never seen before – to properly watch, and it was making her uneasy. She entertained the idea of dropping her shields and sharing her Pain with them, but no…no, it was too early, they were still too close to risk alerting the Mas- Darth Vanus to her desertion.
The strongest of all warriors are these two: time and patience. She’d overheard Vindicare say that once. She could be patient.
Turning as she heard the scribe-slave disembark the shuttle, she catalogued his appearance with a glance. The pilot and the slave had both been within the modularity limits of the armor’s size, so it fit well, so far as she could tell. Over that, he had draped the bone-white robe he always wore, the hood drawn up over his hair and, more importantly, the slave collar clamped to the back of his neck. Two pistols hung in holsters from the armor’s belt he had closed over top the robe, and a survival pack was slung over his shoulder. With a curt nod, they departed, the ramp of the shuttle retracting closed at the slave’s prodding.
Her instinct to share her Pain into the press of alien forms ratcheted up several notches as they exited the hangar and the seemingly never-ending wave of them turned into a veritable flood. Her hand grasped her sword hilt, but left it sheathed. Her mental shields remained up. Even still, a small bubble of space grew around them as people instinctively avoided coming too close to her.
Time and patience, time and patience, time and patience, time and patience. It was practically becoming a mantra for her. Drawing off into the mouth of an alley, she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell as she scanned it for activity. Sensing none, she fixed her gaze on the scribe-slave, who flinched minutely and launched into the expected, unasked question.
“There wasn’t anything very much of use that wouldn’t immediately mark us out any more than we already do, milady,” he spoke quietly, “beyond the survival pack and some credits. It’s not going to last us more than a few days at the most.”
Her gaze had drifted back towards the teeming mass of foreign bodies as he spoke, hand never leaving the hilt of her sword. She nodded thoughtfully as he finished up, and clenched her jaw. She really didn’t want to go back into that. Time and patience.
“Now what?”
She blinked at the unexpected question. Now what, indeed. Looking over at the scribe-slave (who was now himself scanning the thoroughfare), she opened her mouth to speak, before sighing with a muted grimace. “…I don’t know.”

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Edric smiled as he walked through the city, having come from visiting an old friend and now letting his body loosen up while he ran and moved over the roves of this specific section of the city. Today was his day off, and he was going to enjoy it in the normal way, which involved some fights, some gambling, and a little bit of escape to follow. He was certain it made those who worried about him a bit jumpy but Edric had never gotten into any trouble he could not handle which left him stopping at the edge of one of the buildings with a grin on his face. He did wonder sometimes if he never got in any danger because he wasn't trying hard enough to find something that was dangerous enough.

His legs dropped out from under him and hung from the edge of the roof he was on, his eyes staring down and looking at the people as they passed by. He wasn't too certain if anything he was seeing was really that interesting, considering everyone on Nar Shadaa either looked like a criminal or a refuge. Hell, Edric himself was dress in very simple clothing, something he could hide under and blend into the crowd with if he ever did get into significant danger.

That thought occupied his mind until one of them broke off from the crowd, soon followed by another. He was intent on seeing what happened as the two moved towards an alley with no one in it, one of them keeping a hand on some kind of blade. Soon enough Edric's curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward, looking down from atop the alley and speaking to who ever was below him.

"Hello, can I help you, this is god speaking from the heavens." His hand came up, allowing him to rest his chin in the palm while waiting to see what the other would say.

 

[Azariah]

Her sword was drawn in an instant as she whirled to face the speaker, her finger resting atop the activator. Seated as he was on the lip of the building, though, the gesture ended up being more pointless than anything. Still, her gaze remained fixed on him, and her sword remained in her hand. She might still need to kill him.

The slave, meanwhile, had turned to face their eavesdropper but hadn’t drawn his pistols. “Ah, but which god?” he replied amicably, “Are you maybe Hod Ha’ran of early Mandalorian myth, or perhaps one of the Old Gods of Ancient Zakuul? You’re certainly not the Trandoshan’s Scorekeeper.” Her exasperated glare seemed to roll right off of his back like water.

 

[Luther Lewis]

A monster prowled the dark streets, a dark-being with glowing orange eyes. The abomination stalked its prey, a feeble old man who had decided to sleep in an abandoned alley. Lithe, the monster jumped down from a nearby roof and approached the morsel. The man had no chance, falling to the sharp claw on each hand of the monster. His horrific killer crouched down and started feasting on his flesh. It ate, unabated, until another group approached from the mouth of the alley. The monster fled as the newcomers approached, and all group saw was glowing orange eyes drift away into darkness...

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Morrigan awoke with a start, breathing heavy. Fighting down an irrational panic, she steadied her breathing and studied her surroundings. She was pressed into a nook on the roof of a factory, her tatty robe wrapped tightly to ward off the cool air. She groaned and stretched, checking her supplies. Her most prized possessions, two Tehk'la blades strapped to her wrists, were intact. Her clothes however, were not. Her robe was worn and ripped in places. Her hair was a tangled mess. She examined a stain and with dismay realised it was blood.

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Some time later; she had cleaned up, slightly, and was now prowling along the rooftops. From here, she could watch people, unobserved. She was fascinated by their normal lives, and enjoyed living vicariously through them. She felt them through the force, greedily gobbling up their experiences. She hit a snag however, finding some with a difficult mind to read. Curious, she followed the feeling until she came to the top of an alley.

Morrigan watched as [member="Azariah"] walked through the alley and [member="Edric Vanyan"] spat out a witty comment. She considered moving away, but found herself rooted to the spot. How did the woman hide her presence? It was not something Morrigan knew how to do and she hungered to learn this skill.

But she would wait for now, and watch what happened. All it would take for the others to spot her however, would be to look up and see the bright glow of orange eyes, staring down at them...

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Edric had to admit that the answer given in response took him a bit off guard, considering he was usually attacked or the person left after he spoke. The fact that the slave had held back from drawing a weapon, and that he had responded in kind to Edric had intrigued Edric. Edric's hand tapped on the saber hidden at his side, careful not to let it show as he leaned forward to look at the woman and her companion a bit more closely. Neither of them were overly imposing, in fact they seemed almost normal to a point. The female in the robes was the quieter one, having not spoken yet. She had reacted on instinct though in drawing her sword, which meant she was already looking out for trouble, or atleast wary of it.

As for the one with the pistols remained steady during his response, which made Edric lean back while he responded, seeing no danger from the woman with the blade.

"Now now, I wouldn't discount the chance of myself being the scorekeeper, you never know what the god of the Trandoshans might look like." His eyes flickered to the side for a moment, shaking off the feeling he had gotten suddenly.

He had felt [member="Morrigan Lethani"] but as far as his being able to work out where the person was or who it was, that was beyond him. He only knew that someone, somewhere had their eye on him and for all he knew it could be one of the people infront of him. So rather than let himself be distracted he refocused on the two below him and waited to see what would happen. When he found out what to think about the two, he would look for the one watching their exchange, but not before.

[member="Azariah"]

 

[Azariah]

“You’re not female.” There were memories of sibilant prayers from within force cages, hissed to a deity without expectation of forgiveness. She may not have known much about religion, but she knew this much.
The feeling of being observed hadn’t abated. Someone else was there. Someone else was watching. She allowed herself to scowl as she scanned their surroundings. Still no one in the alley. No one from the crowded thoroughfare stood out to any of her senses. She scanned the rooftops once more. Sulfurous yellow eyes locked onto glowing orange. She repressed a flash of irritation. Another witness. Another complication. “We are not alone.”

The slave followed her gaze. “Well, aren’t we popular today?” he commented, his hands drifting down to rest on his pistol grips.

[member="Edric Vanyan"]
[member="Morrigan Lethani"]

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

{ [member="Azariah"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] [member="Morrigan Lethani"] } The gun shots ripple off the roof tops as he steps out of the shadows about thirty yards from these peoples conversation. He fires a fast scattered burst from his heavy assault pistols towards the roofs were he could feel some life force of presence up there, He would continue to walk down the alley towards the two people who were talking as he winks and smiles :it would appear that you have a spy listening in on your conversation, aren't they always such a annoyance:

He retrains his heavy blaster pistols on the roof top focusing his force senses on were it felt like this unknown life force was coming from. As his guns were ripping pieces out of the roofs with every shot. His force sense could let him find life forces and possibly track them but actually figuring out what it was that was a whole other problem.

His pistols would eventually over heat one of the major flaws of energy weapons, he thought as he tossed them on the ground and pulled his Flame Carbine assault rifle off his back and just held it in his hands casually. He didn't know these people from a whole in the ground one of them appeared to be a lesser class of servant or slave depending on the customs of this world.

One of the others seemed to be a woman who had a huge lack of comedy so serious when the other person joked about being some god they obviously were not, when most people would just laugh and say have another drink you drunk she thought it important to educate the person. Vonstein would laugh thinking that was a waste of time if a man pretends to be a woman god and does not realize the mistake he has made would educating him really help any.

As he holds his carbine in his right hand casually he would point towards the roof tops with his fore-finger on his left hand :I think it is up there some were possibly behind that half of the roof , not entirely sure what it is but i think we have its attention now: His senses were not 100% perfect he was giving a estimated guess, He could find pretty much anything in a 10 meter radius if he focused hard enough.

He would laugh casually :Forgive my bad manners allow me to introduce myself , I am Vonstein Lord of the Brethren Court a Privateer by trade specializing in unconventional armaments , if there is a battle to be fought or a war to be won it my pleasure to make sure my weapons are the ones being used to deliver the body counts:

He would pause in thought as he scratched his itchy neck moving the collar of his shirt ever so slightly exposing his Pirate lord tattoo on his neck. It was him the famous cutthroat Vonstein intergalactic criminal wanted by the hutts for scamming and swindling them for one hundred million credits in a black market pod race. His reputation was know across know around the universe for his treacherous deeds , he would hire freighters to make shipments then shoot the captain when the job was done and sell his ship off for profit, that was but the tip of a bigger pattern of Villainy.

it was possible these people might recognize him or have seen his bounty on some underworld holo net. He had been chased by everyone from lawmen to criminals and they usually wound up missing, that was why he was pretty sure even if they heard of his crimes they wouldn't be bothered trying to take him in it would be more trouble than it was worth. He was proud of his status in the criminal underworld as Lord of the Brethren Court.

Why did he come to this place , what was the purpose honestly he had only one intention he had heard rumors of dealings on the black market apparently some big things were happening and were better in the entire universe could a Pirate lord find black market goods then The "Smuggler's Moon,"

 

[Merric Rhoso]

"NO, You said I could have that for 50 credits don"t change the pr..." Sounds off blaster shots next to the neighboring building interrupt him mid sentence, as the shop keeper and people scatter on the roof top hiding under tables and any cover they can find. Merric approaches the edge over looking the situation to the clear sight of a man shooting at what looked like a child. "Oh bloody hell, I wanted a quiet day." He mumbled under his breath. Moving away from the edge he throws the required credits on to the peddlers table grabbing the hand held personal shield he wanted and a jetpack for a way to get down. "I'll pay you back for the jet pack." He says taking his back pack off his back and putting it on his chest, then arranging the jet pack onto his back.

Releasing a heavy sigh he starts to walk towards the edge of the building quickly sliding a bandana over his face. Reaching the edge he continues with a large step off the the edge allowing gravity to take him, falling towards the surface.The view of the ground getting larger and larger, closer and closer. Merric readies himself and his jet pack for a quick Landing. Igniting his jet pack with a sudden burst, he slows himself down enough to land softly on the ground planting his feet with a solid "thump"

Sliding the jetpack off his shoulders allowing it to fall to the ground. Rearranging his pack to his back again he makes a run for where the shots are from, finally reaching the corner before the alley he pulls his DC-15 side arm blaster from it's holster. Sliding out of cover he hold his pistol aimed down the alley seeing all 4 of the group. He raises his voice for all in the alley to hear but all directed at one "Hey buddy how about pick on someone your own size instead of shooting at kids!"

He holds himself upright confidently aiming down his sights, his breath steady as he readies himself to act to a dangerous reaction from @Salvator Vonstein


[member="Azariah"] [member="Azariah"] [member="Morrigan Lethani"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Morrigan hisses as bolts of energy narrowly miss her. Her simple observation was made much more complicated by the arrival of another. The man had said nary a word, instead deciding to fire indiscriminately at her. She peered over the edge. What had she done to anger such a person? She was still thinking when another round of blaster bolts were fired at her. She gasps as a bolt rips through her hand clutching at the edge of the roof. Flailing in pain, she stumbles and rolls off the roof. Utterly surprised, she doesn't even have a chance to scream.

Another roof below her breaks her fall and she lays still gasping for breath. Her hand burns with an agonizing pain, and she feels a few ribs broken. Despite the pain she manages to open her eyes. Her aggressor seems to not have noticed her fall, and was talking to the original group. She shifts her weight, trying to get up. The fragile gutter she leaned on groaned with the added weight. "No..." she whispered, horrified. "Please don't..." She released some of her weight from the gutter, prompting a large shrieking sound as it fell away from under her.

Morrigan screamed.

She hit the ground hard and lay still.

[member="Azariah"] ~ [member="Edric Vanyan"] ~ [member="Salvator Vonstein "]~ [member="Merric Rhoso"]

 

[Azariah]

Enough!
She has had enough. There are too many people, too many things to keep track of at once, and she has no idea how to handle it. She snarls audibly, wordlessly. The temptation to just let go and share her Pain with all of them is tantalizing, and she feels her shields start to slip just a fraction – just enough that the screams of torment and fear, the howls of anger and hate that she lives with every moment of her life, drown out for a moment the natterings of the new arrivals, the falling crash of the orange-eyed being.
The slave, so close to the epicenter of her twisted nature, flinches so violently the aim of his pistols visibly wavers. And if he could feel it, the moment would have been painfully deafening for one sensitive to the Force.

Quickly, she reigns her Pain back in, and slams her shields back in place. Time and patience, time and patience, time and patience, she chants to herself, and we are still too soon. The thought rankles her more than anything. She wants nothing more to give in to what she knows, the dance of blood and blades, but she can’t afford to. Not here. Not now.
She is completely out of her depth, and she hates it. Forcibly relaxing her hand, she deactivates her weapon’s power field (she didn't remember activating it), but does not sheathe it. Spinning on the ball of her foot, she walks away further down the alley, snapping over her shoulder, “Kyras.”
A short pulse of the Force in the last direction of the orange eyes reveals the being’s condition, and she frowns. A fierce battle between the need for secrecy and for information rages but a moment before she reaches her decision, pointing to the remains of the gutter. She had questions. The being would have answers. Her anger began to abate as she regained some small measure of control, however illusory.

“Of course, milady,” the slave acquiesces, bowing his head momentarily. For a few steps, he walks backward as he follows, his pistols still in hand, holstering them only once he’d reached the fallen being’s position and lifted it into his arms before taking his place at her shoulder as she tries to walk away.


[member="Edric Vanyan"] / [member="Morrigan Lethani"] / [member="Salvator Vonstein "]/ [member="Merric Rhoso"]

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

He would sling his gun that was casually in one hand over his shoulder and yell to the man at the end of the alley { [member="Merric Rhoso"] } :Hold your fire , if i wanted to kill it i would have used these : He would slid up his sleeves and reveal his wrist rockets :My people do not like spy's those were warning shots, My race is extremely gifted in force healing ,i could fix that thing what ever it is you call it , i could restore it back to almost Perfect health with not much effort assuming that was what the creature wanted from Laser wounds to broken bones not really a big deal it is still breathing is it not, My force sense tells me its life force is still pretty strong the wounds are not that serious any medic could solve this problem.

He would not block this end of the alley ,if they wished too leave and get this creature medical attention, now was the time there would not be a second chance once the weapons started firing. He would not blame them if they did not trust him. he did just open fire on the roof tops towards what ever that thing was above them for all he knew it could have been a Assassin or bounty hunter he didn't believe in taking chances, Nor did he feel bad about what he had done if your going to sneak around on roofs chances are you might get shot.


he raises his right wrist and aims it towards the spot were the other man was and load in two rockets the first rocket would be a Anti armored vehicle rocket and the second one would be filled with stun gas. He would fire both these rocket's from his wrist rocket blaster in rapid fire succession one right after the other only seconds apart. Towards the other man who said >Hey buddy how about pick on someone your own size instead of shooting at kids< He thought about it and he was like hey why not as the rockets flew threw the air and he planted his feet in the dirt taking a defensive position, he would flick his wrists and slide his two long Felucian Skull blades into his hands.

you did not need force sight to see what was coming next this was turning into one hell of a fire storm real fast this alley was about to become a massive blood bath,There was a women and a man in the middle on this alley with the creature and a one of there servants, then there was Vonstein at one end of the alley and the other man at the other end of the alley.

There was so many people in the line of fire , that friendly fire and accidentally hitting the wrong person was more than possible yeah he fired the rockets high above there heads towards the building above the other mans head, but what about the explosive fallout he never accounted for the blast radius when the rockets hit the building and it explodes throwing chunks of cement and metal all over the place or the range of the stun gas.


As he though about it and ran the math in his head there was a very high chance of friendly fire in such tight spaces. The explosion from the rockets would defiantly shake things up and set the bar for this battle,He had tried to make peace many times ,he even offered to heal the creature but when the guy had to call him out, The Zauberlord in him could not let that slide.

In was not in his race or blood to walk away from battle his clan were trained Assassins born to kill there two most powerful force powers were force heal and force drain, making them Masters in the art of torture, every time a victim got close to death he would just heal him back to normal and continue his interrogations, eventually every prisoner talked.

His race was all about neutrality not good or evil ,only what is. They never helped the Jedi or Sith they remained neutral in the middle and did as they wished not caring about either side of the force not light or dark then walked the line in the middle. It was his belief that everything had a way of working itself out like this current situation, he had a very strong feeling some one was going to get force drained.

He didn't even aim at the creature on the roof , he just pointed his guns in the general direction and targeted his barrels and laid down a ton of Suppressive Fire it was nothing special no more than a point and shoot spread fire, he was surprised he even hit anything and he had to smirk a bit and be impressed at the outcome.

Honestly it was mostly just warning shots and some how he tore a round threw the things hand or paw what ever it was he wasn't even sure it was sentient, he thought he might have heard some words from it but between the loud thud and the big cracking sound hat sounded like breaking bones he couldn't be sure if it was actually Sentient words or just whimpers and sounds of some deranged animal.

Honestly he really wasn't sure what to make of this thing but he had to admit that Splat when it fell off the building dam that was kinda funny, he had to do his best to be serious and suppress a laugh when it happened. It was on now and things were about to get real dirty and real serious, he would watch the rockets fly and wait standing ready to defend himself when the recoil came from this.


[member="Azariah"] [member="Morrigan Lethani"] [member="Merric Rhoso"] [member="Edric Vanyan"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Edric... was lost. Honestly he had no idea what the hell had just happened between the arrival of the new two, a rapid fire amount of energy being released, but blaster and force, and the irritation of being lost. His sigh escaped him when the man had stopped fire and introduced himself. While Edric would normally take this moment to study the man or atleast figure out what the hell was going on all of the sudden, he was too busy trying to understand if the mystery being was ok. His body rose from the lip of the roof he had been sitting on, now riddled with blaster rounds, and he quickly jumped across the alley, employing a bit of force energy behind his feet to carry him far enough.

He had more or less started to ignore the happenings, letting the two newer people distract themselves before dropping down into the unstable building that [member="Morrigan Lethani"] had been on top of. Inside was the orange eyed woman, who looked in severe pain and he couldn't blame her but it would appear that he would not need to take an active hand in getting the woman out of the rubble. That was already being handled by [member="Azariah"], to which Edric had decided to follow and find out what this all was about. First though, he had to make sure his own skull was not going to be blown to bits by the homicidal actions of the other man. Warning shots is one or two, not unloading enough shots to burn out a pack on a blaster.

So with one little smile, he thought about reaching out and causing the rockets on the man's wrist to detonate, but his mind tossed out the idea. It would take too long and he did not think that it was worth the effort, this man was clearly off his rockers and last thing Edric needed was a run in with which ever gang ran this portion of the city. So, he left @Salvator Vonstein and [member="Merric Rhoso"] to their own while choosing to follow the pair that now carried away the orange eyed woman.

Edric had a disdain for unnecessary conflict as it was, so he quickly pursued [member="Azariah"], curious to see where she might bring the other one. He made no hiding his trailing of them, and instead chose to hide in plain sight, his mannerisms mocking those around him and his hood pulled up to shield his face. He wasn't worried about her catching onto his presence, but he did prefer she not notice him, or her companion doing so, until they reached their destination.

 

[Daniel Imura]

”Well, That was definitely the worst tequila I’ve had in a while.” Daniel scrunched his nose in protest of the horrible tasting drink before pushing it away, slapping down some credits and stepping off from the bar. Running a hand through his hair lightly, he took a good look at his surroundings. He was never a fan of getting drunk, and even more rare still did he enjoy that little buzz one got from drinking alcohol. However, the burning sensation running down his throat was always a welcome feeling. As he began to make his way through the tribes of drunkards and adulterers, he felt something odd go off in his head, like an alarm of some sort. What in the nine hells was going on now? Sighing outwardly, yet still excited for some possible action, the ash-haired man took off in the direction he perceived the commotion to be coming from. The closer he got, he heard more of what sounded like gunshots, followed by a feminine scream.

Why do I always have to be forced to be the good guy?

Right hand now firmly gripping the pistol in the small of his back, he rounded the corner, only to be met with an ungodly feeling. It was nauseating; he felt like his insides were burning and his head was going to explode. Stumbling over himself, his hand hit the wall in an effort to not fall completely. However, as soon as the feeling came over him, it washed away. Shaking his head a few times, he gripped the large pistol once more and drew it, though he kept it to his side for the time being. Finally catching his bearings, he looked up to see a small crowd he gathered, and quite a colorful one at that. There stood a lady in robes, flanked by a hooded man to her right. In front of them he noticed a dark-skimmed girl, her body crumpled and bloodied, and over her stood a man in a black trenchcoat, smoking gun in hand. Another stood off to the side with his weapon trained on trenchcoat man. Though he could not see anybody else at first, Daniel felt a small twinge directing his gaze upward, where he saw a young boy sitting, watching. Clearing his throat, he made his entry.

”Now now, lets all put away our weapons. Especially you, Trigger McTriggerface”, he said, pointing a stern finger at trenchcoat.

He winced a little at his own joke; he wasn’t typically the funny man. I was almost as if his writer had an inside joke there. Sliding his own pistol back in its home, he patiently waited for all other parties to do the same. Still, he kept one hand low to his side as it began to drop several degrees...



[member="Azariah"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] [member="Morrigan Lethani"] [member="Salvator Vonstein "][member="Merric Rhoso"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Morrigan stirs slightly on the man's shoulder. She blearily opens her eyes, groaning as she does so. Through a haze of pain, she surveys the scene before her. Two more people had arrived and the tension in the air was palpable. There seemed to be some sort of stand-off, and everyone was wary of each other.

A slight shift from the man below her sent stabs of pain through her side, and she gasped in a deep breath. That was a mistake. She inhaled the man's scent, and it stoked the hunger deep inside her. Her first instinct was to bite down on the man's shoulder. She gave a muffled scream as she did so. Her jaw was broken from the fall, and she hadn't so much as pierced his clothing. The man didn't notice. The monster inside her raged, and she thrashed. Her rebellion didn't last long however, she was in too much pain to fight back.

Defeated, she slumped down. She would have to wait until she healed before she could escape. All the time, the scent of human flesh drove her crazy. She wept silently, laying still.

[member="Azariah"] ~[member="Edric Vanyan"] ~ [member="Salvator Vonstein "]~ [member="Merric Rhoso"] ~ [member="Daniel Imura"]

 

[Merric Rhoso]

Watching the man show off his wrist missiles Merric mumbles under his breath "Ah kark, overkill much." before any reaction was taken he noticed another person come into the fray telling us to put the weapons down. Unknowingly of what comes next he slid the pistol back to it's holster but all too late as the missile were released from they're mounts and going fast into the sky.

Thinking quickly he grabs an ion grenade from his belt pulling the pin immediately, charging the grenade he runs back to an intersection hoping that if the missile worst case scenario hits him it will do the least amount of damage to the surrounding area once in position. As the missiles closed in he knelt down throwing the grenade far enough to not effect his own hand held shield that he quickly activates after throwing.

Three two one.... With a almost quieting boom the ion grenade goes off mid air setting the missiles off early, the deafening blast from the missiles hits approximately ten meters in the sky away from Merric the shield taking most of the shrapnel and heat. But with nothing being able to stop the impact of the shock wave it continues to throw Merric down the alley. With a long grunt he Shakily stands back up smoke raises from his jacket the heat having more of an effect then he thought, his ears scream almost deafeningly as his mind rushes he looks around at the fallout of the missiles, fire and debris cover patches of the grounds

Looking up he take note of the knockout gas knowing that it should be pushed away by the breeze, unless it's heavier then air it should stay above everyone at this point. Raising his hand behind his back he pulls his homemade auto turret out placing it on the ground, activating it with his wrist computer he it takes aim at [member="Salvator Vonstein "]through the smoke but holds it's fire for the time being. Walking out of the smoke into the sight of the others his hands open out in front of him "So I'm guessing the peaceful option is off the menu now?" Knowing at the flick of a button the turret will start firing so he has a countermeasure in case this continues but not knowing whether this new person is gonna open fire on him or the other guy he is being weary.

"Mister Whoever you are, seriously are you lame in the head or something? Think about it you're on nar Shadda someone is gonna be eaves dropping and assuming a child on top of a building is a spy most of the population live in these building's does that make them spies too. Oh and shooting your guns almost to overheating isn't warning shots or are you too egotistic to realize just how silly you looked." he smiles smugly pointing out just how flawed his logic was.


(Sorry this was a bit rushed I was short on time when I was writing)

[member="Morrigan Lethani"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] [member="Salvator Vonstein "][member="Azariah"]

 

[Salvator Vonstein]

As the smoke cleared he walked towards the other man clapping with a slight smile :Bravo Commando, Good Show Rather Marvelous , that was fast thinking using the ion grenade to make the rockets explode above the population so the wind would carry the gas off and limit the damage i must say i am rather impressed with your skills and fast thinking: He winks slightly and spins the two swords he had in his hands and slid them back up his sleeves as he continued to walk forward the streets had mostly cleared even with the mans quick thinking there was still some good damage, most the other people were gone it was like a old west stand off one man telling them to put there weapon away shame he heard that a little to late after the rockets were already in action.

Both this men walking towards each other threw a cloud of smoke fading in the distance it was like a old movie with the sheriff telling them to go on home and drop the weapons Vonstein found this very amusing. He still could not help be impressed at the mans quick actions how many people would be smart enough to consider tossing a ion grenade in the air the force the rockets to explode faster it was kinda genius in the field of battle he had to admit it would be a shame to kill this guy.

erhaps it is cultural differences but nobody has died yet and as i said the kid would be easy to heal and were i come from unloading two entire blasters is a warning shot different planets , different cultures. He laughs when the man says "So I'm guessing the peaceful option is off the menu now?"

:You point a gun at me and ask if peace is still on the table i suppose you didn't know my race had extremely good sight we can even see into the thermal spectrum: He pauses in speech for a moment then chuckles : i dont really blame you though before i fired my blasters i knew it was a small creature probably a child, my force sense only gave me the general direction my thermal eyes let me see its heat and it didn't appear to be very big but like you said were on Nar Shadda The Smuggler's Moon. The most popular place in the entire universe for thieves cut throats and criminals,Personally i would rather shoot and wound three kids just being careful then get jumped by one bounty hunter because i was lacking in my security measures.

He flick's his wrists once more and a blue orb roles out of his sleeve into his left hand, the blue orb is solid blue on the top and bottom but has a clear center that looks like a pure blue energy is pulsing threw it. He stops walking forward and juggles it in the air then out of his right sleeve another orb like ball appears and slides into his right. He is juggling both balls in the air smiling like a court jester, there was some they said about magic tricks it was all about the distractions and this was about to get real tricky.

One of the balls was a emp grenade and the other was a smoke grenade, the tricky part that wouldn't be obvious unless you watched Vonstein's hands real close was every time he tossed the balls in the air and caught them he spun the top and bottom of the ball's. The first time he tossed the balls up in the air he spun the top and bottoms of both of them and turned off the safeties , the second time he tossed the balls up in the air he locked them on a thirty second timer and the third time he tossed the balls in the air he activated the magnetic targeting.

He would toss both the balls towards the other two men near him, the first one would explode very quickly and a Emp pulse wave tear threw the air looking like a blue electrical wave followed shortly by a big burst of dense smoke from the second orb. As soon as both the orbs went off he would let his crazy laughter be carried threw the smoke :Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha: After awhile Vonsteins voice would go silent as he retrieved his two blades back from his sleeves holding them tight in his left and right hand then force jumps threw the cloud of smoke tapping a button on the side of his face mask activating a breather so he didn't choke on the smoke. He does a perfect back flip and lands gracefully on the top of a building roof close to were the smoke and emp were deployed crouching low and waiting watching the heat signatures of there bodies stalking them from above.

He could not help but laugh at the irony the creature he shot was doing this exact same thing creeping across the roof tops and look how that turned out for her, to think this all devolved so fast, but there was still redemption no one had died yet and the wounds of the girl were superficial at best just flesh wounds, even the bones could be healed with force healing. As it stood now no one had died and no one was permanently injured, but that all could change in the blink of a eye and surprising enough he had been trying to avoid it.

He fired a impact rocket and a stun gas rocket above the mans head towards the building , hoping to disable him with the stun gas not lethal and even his shots at the girl were pretty much random, his race was trained assassins if he wanted to kill them he would stop trying so hard to keep them alive. He would remove his personal holographic display device from his chest and place it on a wall pointed towards the street and make it appear like a hologram of him was going to head down a alley, he figured the ruse should work, yeah there was a few things you could do to detect holograms but he was curious how prepared they really were.

He had decided he was prepared to cross that line now, if it was needed , his race was not one for playing around too long,and it come to the point were his carnal nature was starting to surface, waiting and listening perched on the roof he had his blades ready too leap down and strike one of the men dead if that was the choice of fate. The Zauberlords believed, The great Architects that created the universe and think they were chose by those creators and gifted with the purest form of the force , Not light side or dark side ,just the pureness of Neutrality.

Everything happen for a reason and if someone died because of this Zauberlord he wouldn't shed any tears about it. There was no good or evil in the Zauberlords mind just what needed to be done and at this moment he felt like jumping into the smoke and cutting them to pieces with his swords. Zauberlords fed on blood and rather enjoyed it there race was almost Vampiric in a sense at least twice as fast and strong as a regular human in close combat there all but lethal.

It is said a black market weapon know as the Felucian Skull blade was a Zauberlords favorite weapon they were constructed from the skull and teeth of specific native creatures. These creatures grew trace amounts of Force-reactive crystals, similar to those used in the construction of light sabers, in their bones allowing weapons constructed from them, when imbued with the Force, to block light sabers and blaster fire. Skull blades were rarely seen off of Felucia but were sometimes sold on the black market.These were powerful blades and every chance a Zauberlord had to acquire one they would because you never knew when they would break.

That was exactly the reason he came to this place to acquire more Felucian bones on the black market he did realize things would go south so bloody fast, or perhaps he would have brought more weapons.

[member="Merric Rhoso"] [member="Morrigan Lethani"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] @Azariah