Cantonica Noir (Open)

[Zyrias Pax]

The blast radius had been quite assymetrical and seemed to affect the patrons at the bar the most. Some of them went tumbling out of their seats, a stalk-eye was knocked clear off of his two-toed feet.

What Zyrias meant to do was run until she could blend in with the casino guests on the more crowded streets of Cantonica, taking speeder taxis or limousines or just wandering around gazing at the glittering, neon lights.

"Stop Chameleon!!"

Her instinct was to freeze, but the teenager did not stop. She also had a strategically strapped blaster under her dress but there hadn’t been time to wrestle it out, which she could if maybe she could slip into a crowd. But the stun gun hit her square on.

Zyrias had been zapped before, but it was agony every time. “Son of a Hutt Fether!” she shouted as she wriggled on the ground, losing a bit of the posh edge she’d been carefully cultivating all night. Her legs akimbo and already-plunging dress askew, she tried to move but could not. Yep, just have to lie here ungracefully on the floor for awhile.

“W-why did you go and do that? There’s a terrorist on the loose in here!”

If she could not escape within the crowd, feigning ignorance would be the next best thing. Even if the security cameras had caught her tossing the clutch bag.

[member="Terrek Reese"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

 

[Terrek Reese]

Terrek had to catch his breath but moved slowly, his target hit by the stun blast, he had walked over, the crowd stopped and everything was silent but the sounds of CBPD police coming. Sirens blaring and now he knew it wouldn't be long before the Chameleon got what she deserved. He kept his binders handy knowing that if she were handcuffed she couldn't do much. He had a stern look on his face, the gentle and kind behavior had all but disappeared. He had been tracking this girl for months, always one step ahead of him, and he was a step back. No more now he had finally caught her. No more running this time.

He started to speak to her his tone like that of chastising a disobedient child. "You wasted a lot of my time looking for you. Now you are going to get what you so rightfully deserve." He had now been standing over her looking down at her, she couldn't move he knew that. He knew that the stun blast would last several minutes. He slowly reached down to pull her up, at least she could stand, he got out his binders, holding her hands together he had snapped them on, looking at her with a serious gaze, his tone matching. "These binders will shock you if you try to resist, thankfully your movement will be back in a couple of minutes so please don't struggle.." Even though his tone was serious, it had almost carried a Fatherly air to it. That despite her being a criminal to him she still was just a kid. Perhaps this was wrong, but it was the law and she had to learn from this.

He had walked to the nearest group of CBPD officers who had come inside, holding her by the arm and practically dragging her, he let her stood by the police a few feet from him, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere, the nearest officer looked at him as if he was angry, and it didn't take long before he started barking. "Who are you and what are you doing here..." To which Terrek could only respond calmly holding out his badge. "Hello gentleman.. I am Terrek Reese detective of the CUPD. Zyrias Pax is under my jurisdiction now, and would like to arrange transport.:" They had only looked at him like he was crazy for a moment, till seeing the badge he pulled out, complying almost immediately they began to sort out details for her transport.

[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Cay bu bauh dohceh, he was just a cop on the beat. Upon first blush he’d really had her fooled but then again, sophistication was not her strong suit. Zyrias could only fake posh for so long.

“You didn’t look too bored, old man,” she spat as her skin began to tingle, nerve endings coming back to life from after being stunned, but the policeman with the salt-and-pepper hair locked her hands in a pair of binders. She felt like a circus side show, the clear entertainment for the night by the pearl clutchers as she lay on the floor of the casino. One of her black heels had fallen off, and she used the dainty toes from the other foot to maneuver the other one off. They were the only appendages that seemed to still work right now.

As the cop lifted Zyrias up, like a marionette, her bare feet and legs wobbled upon the floor.

“Ouch." was all she said along with a couple of expletives in Huttese. At this point there was no sense in getting too angry or insulting her captor. Either might get her a slap or a bruise and she needed to expend all of her mental energy figuring out how to get free again.

Quiet and compliant, the Chameleon gave a little squeak when she found out that Detective Reese was from CUPD and not a Canto goon. “How did you track me to here?” Up close the bones in Zyrias’s shoulders jutted giving off a slight air of malnutrition or repeated stim use.

[member="Terrek Reese"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

 

[Doran Ren]

"Sigh, what a drag." Doran peered down at his all black tailored suit. In full honesty he very much preferred his disciple of Ren armor. It felt weird to not be wearing his hood and mask, especially when parties were not his forte. So a planet that was entirely made of parties, suits, and fanciness was not an exciting time. But work was work. And Doran had been assigned to track down and kill or capture a terrorist. The Order wouldn't usually pay much attention to small time insurgents but when they received word of Canto Bight as a target, Doran was sent to intercept. He knew her look and could sense her presence from across the room but waited for opportunity. She seemed to be chatting up some old creep. Doran sighed and sipped his drink as he watched the two. He felt his crimson lightsaber safely tucked in his coat pocket for reassurance. This wouldn't be too difficult, all he had to do was wait for her to separate herself from the man and detain her. Local authorities wouldn't interfere with First Order affairs.

Suddenly the girl began to walk away from the man. With that Doran rose from his seat and buttoned his jacket, moving toward the two. His smile disappeared as the girl headed for the restrooms. His mouth crept to a frown as he took a seat and waited for her to emerge once more, and after minutes of waiting she returned. At a very much faster pace. As soon Doran started walking toward her a blast lit up the room from a bin in the corner. Doran's head went into a whirl as his eyes traced the room, the target was in a sprint running for the door. He gritted his teeth as he ran after her pulling his saber from his jacket. His senses brought him to a halt and barely missed a stun blast which floored the young terrorist. He grunted in frustration as he turned to see the man from before cuffing HIS target. He brought up his hand and used the force to push the man several feet away from the girl. Brandishing his saber and stepping between him and the girl calling out "Stand back sir! I am taking this prisoner on authority of The First Order!"

[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Terrek Reese"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

As Zyrias stood there, she noticed a strange light, much brighter than any of the neon or spinning diamonds on the slot machines nearby. While the Chameleon had heard of Force Users, she did not pay enough attention to keep them straight. Jedi, Ren, Sith? They were all the same to her - mysterious, alchemical, and just not the kind of individual she would ever get the chance to meet, slinking as low as she did in the Coruscant Underworld and rising as high as a turbolift to a Muunilinst penthouse.

"Stand back sir! I am taking this prisoner on authority of The First Order!"

A bemused smile began to spread, stretching her freckled cheeks. This might just be the opening she needed to launch another escape. She’d avoided prison to date. May luck be a lady tonight, she thought with a giggle as though her entire life was Roulette ball on a wheel.

Tilting her head at Detective Reese, she gave him a poodoo-eating grin. “He’s right you know.” The delicate shoulders shrugged. “I am wanted by the First Order for much worse crimes.” Her hazel eyes perused the newcomer, especially the saber, the heat of which she could literally feel from where she stood.

[member="Terrek Reese"] [member="Doran Ren"]

 

[Terrek Reese]

Terrek was slowly finishing it up with the authorities, having now transferred custody to Terrek he could be well on his way. He breathed a sigh of relief his work now finished, he now had to start the long process of Extradition back to Coruscant. He had almost seemed confident now that the terrorist was caught.

Then all of a sudden he was sent flying back several feet, hearing the snap-hiss of a lightsaber activating, one thought had only come to mind. He was dealing with a Force User, slowly getting up and drawing his blaster from his holster. He had looked to the Force User with a stern and almost feral look before he had regained his composure.

Hearing that the man, had come from the First Order, he had only heard rumors of a shadowy group of Force Users, he did not really believe it at least till now. He had said that she was wanted by the First Order, and had come to take her into custody, to which Terrek could only reply calmly and sternly. "I don't know who you think you are, but this one here is wanted for her crimes on Coruscant in Alliance Territory." He gritted his teeth saying the word Alliance and had paused for a moment hoping the words would carry leverage with them, before continuing. "I have already secured her Extradition to Coruscant, I'm afraid if the First Order wants her back, they would be so inclined to see our representatives in the Undercity that can secure her extradition to the Unknown Regions. Until then I believe you have no authority in coming in the matters of the Alliance." He said finishing with taking his finger and pushing his glasses up, his blaster ready ignoring Zyrias's comments, if he knew anything Force Users were not to be trusted with, and if anything he had been expecting a fight if one were to occur.



[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Doran Ren"]

 

[Doran Ren]

Doran snarled and whirled around to the girl, extending his hand out and gripping her with the power of the force. He held her throat closed to a point where she could barely breath but could by no means speak, and was certainly in no comfort. He didn't lift her off the ground but kept her laying there grasping her throat. Doran turned back to the man and barked back at him "The Alliance has no jurisdiction here! And even if they did, the First Order wouldn't pay any mind, we are at war remember? The girl has committed acts of terrorism and treason across the galaxy! The Order will stand for this no longer..." Doran's patience was thinning, and he wanted this girl in his custody now. He took a moment to peer around the room, whatever patrons had remained were frozen in fear scattered about the casino. The only sounds in the room were their quiet whimpers, the crackling of his saber, and the gagging of a tyrannical teenager.

Doran knew how this would end, he didn't want violence. However this seemed inevitable, he was not leaving Cantonica without her. "Im taking her, back away and return to your pile of filth Coruscant."

[member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Terrek Reese"]

 

[Jer'Ord Ar'alano]

Jer'Ord watched as the streaks of blue returned to stars as his ship exited hyperspace. The planet of credits, drinks, and wagers; Cantonica lied under his Fortan II ( X ) Corvette. His meager bridge crew bustled about, checking systems to make sure the rather quickly plotted hyperspace jump was a success. Jer'Ord had been rerouted from a patrol cruise to assist with the capture of a Terrorist within the planet's atmosphere. "Prime the Ion Engines and move us into low orbit above Canto Bight. Hold position, and if the authorities ask for our Authorization inform them we are in service to the First Order." One of the Bridge Officers looked up at Captain Ar'alano and said, "What if they ignore our Authority?". Jer'Ord looked down at his Officer and said, "Then Point a Turbolaser at them."

The Captain turned to the viewport and watched the lights flicker down at the planet's surface. The Faceless Officer at the communications relay had only told him the signal to expect broadcasts from and a vague description of the terrorists. The Operative on the ground was to use a hand-held communicator to contact him in the event they required his assistance. This terrorist had better be worth it, to waste his time.

[member="Doran Ren"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Zyrias’s eyes bulged as her throat closed up. With the cuffs bound to her wrists she could not relieve the pressure with her hand so she stood there sputtering, not quite sure what was going on. Was it nerve gas from the CBPD or…

Her eyes caught Doran Ren in concentration and the teenager realized he was choking her using The Force. She suddenly regretted even trying to align herself with these magic-wielding ghouls and inched close to Detective Reese. The Coruscant cop had been clearly annoyed by her but at least he was gentle.

And why was the First Order so far out here, away from their capital of Avalonia acting as the local law enforcement?

As Zyri continued to gasp for air, she wondered just who she had pissed now to attract such attention.

[member="Terrek Reese"] [member="Doran Ren"] @Jerd'Ord Ar'alano

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Terrek Reese"] [member="Zyrias Pax"] [member="Jer'Ord Ar'alano"]

"Feth."

Whats up?

"Look for yourself."

She swung her head around, letting her eye camera contact feed the footage to the 13th Rail Operator on the other end. She'd been in the background watching events unfold. Her own force presence was suppressed.

Chit. First Order. Looks like they are trying to take her in.

"I'm guessing she's got a mole somewhere in there that would let her out as soon as she changed hands."

No telling. Move to plan B, help the Detective. He's Alliance. At least she'll get more justice there than a summary execution.

"Oh so now we care about Justice?"

The 13th isn't a bunch of wackjob terroristas. Yes we care. Somewhat.​

They hadn't counted on the sleeper in the room...​

Jada moved in, kicking off her heels, and sprinting like bat out of hell. In the blink of an eye with force speed she crossed the distance and delivered a lightning fast jab right for the Rens unsuspecting back. Whether he took it or dodged, at least the detective had an opening.

Looking more an more like a First Order prison cell for me then....​