Carni-War

[Jack-ei]

(Come one come all to the Carnival ride of the millenia. Killers and leapers, dramatists and reservists partake of your little heart's content and welcome my newest character.)



Jack-ei sat, he enjoyed sitting and watching those that walked around him. Those that tried to approach him after the show were met with the coldest glance they'd ever seen and soon walked away clutching their children close. What was he? What subhuman parasite was he spawned from that was muttered in hushed tones by those in the galaxy unfortunate enough to know? That's a story for another time. Today, and for the past few weeks, Jack-ei had been an acrobat. A knife throwing acrobat. Yes. Such things exist in the galaxy. He fit the role well, slender and muscular but not too slender. Large enough to be deemed "pretty" by those that dared say it. All was a ruse, a ploy to get closer. But in this instance the thing he needed to get closer to was deviously distant.

He had caught her eye during his final death defying leap. She was a prostitute owned by a fat man getting fatter by the second. And no, he didn't want her in that way. He wanted her in a far more intimate and savage way. He grinned to himself as she exited the beast tamer's hutch, another day another credit. He did value money enough to really save anything, what he wanted he bought. What he couldn't buy he took. It's the way the galaxy's always been. In truth he hated the thing he needed to get closer to. She held her head in such a way as to look down on others. The whore shouldn't be looking down on anyone, certainly not Jack-ei. He would show her that, in time.

But for now, for tonight, his prey was closer at hand. What's that old line about being the last two people in the galaxy? He'd find out eventually.

 

[SiRiDio]

The sith walks into the Carnival he walks around in his black robe with his hood folded over people cant get a clear sight to see it's him he moves quickly through the crowd quiet not drawing much attention to himself until he sees a porta potty like thing he goes inside and plants a few explosive devices(Thermal detonators) he leaves the and walks across the street in the corner watching the shack.

A slender looking woman went in and after a couple seconds a massive explosion pops off sending dabree everywhere and everyone startled and starts to flee.

[member="Jack-ei"]

 

[Jack-ei]

The explosion shook his body. It wasn't his intended way of eliminating his prey but it would have to suffice for now. It probably worked better than simply murdering him. Explosions usually mean terrorism, anger, rage. Cold blooded murders, on Nar Shadaa at least, are calculated. Kill the wrong person and it'll be your head on a pike in a day or so. Killers on Nar Shadaa are smarter than the rest of the galaxy, probably why he liked it here so much. It was like playing a big game with others that have daggers behind their backs. Someone's going to die eventually but you have so much to focus on. It was a pure delight. The excitement, the screams of fleeing people leaving the circus as the hutch burned.

A man groaned to the side, a piece of metal sticking out of his back. Death was coming swiftly, he just didn't know it. Jack-ei watched the life leave his eyes. Shame he couldn't follow the person he truly wanted to just yet. She'd be on too high alert, the little city nymph. Everyone would be on edge after this. He scowled to himself. Maybe the explosion wasn't as good a thing as he had thought. He really didn't want to play hero.

[member="Darth SiRiDio"]

 

[SiRiDio]

After the explosion as people keep running in every direction with some knocked out and even dead people running over others and pushing people the sith turns and walks to leave before confronted by a Jedi the man holds his hand out at the sith keeping him at arms length " We have caught you SITH " the man then ignites his two blue lightsabers " You are under arrest for the murders of the family on Chiss and the people you killed here tonight " the sith ignites both ends of his light saber they lunge at each other.

The two men clash sabers moving quickly to the normal person it seemed like they were flashing around with all the force speed quickly it is shown that the sith's strength and speed would overwhelm the Jedi as the jedi tires breathing heavily you can tell his motions seemed to be getting sloppier and slower before long after many swings and block the sith making a quick offense of attack cutting off the Jedi's arm then stabbing him in the chest as the body falls to the floor the scene was not seen by many as the chaos hide the fight but people near were able to see.


[member="Jack-ei"]

 

[Darth Ronan]

A festival, to be precise a "killing" festival from what Ronan heard, it was funny, It brought a slight laugh to Ronan as he went to go land on the planet it was designated on. Ronan's ship hovered down to the atmosphere of the planet soon making it into the spaceport and hovering above its landing pad. The ship slowly extended its legs onto the landing pad, the ship teetered a bit before stopping.

The ramp of the ship slowly descended to the floor, it was left unused for about six minutes before a figure in robes and a mask walked down the ramp. The figure known as Ronan looked around, the space-port guards slowly approached him, "Sorry we hate to ask sir, but did you rent this hanger out for ship use?" The guard asked looking at Ronan.

"I have no need to rent it, I am only using it." Ronan said with a chuckle before the guard deadpanned right infront of him, "Sir- That's the meaning of renting- I'm sorry but can you get your happy ass back in your sh-" The guard stopped when he saw Ronan.

Ronan's eyes were directly on the guard, The guard felt a- burning feeling, he looked at his own body- It-IT was falling apart into dust, Ronan was using Deadly site on the guard, The guard infront of him screamed out in pain before falling to the ground dead. The other guard raised his blaster but was instantly impaled but Ronan's lightsaber, it glimmered it's Crimson color while in the man's stomach.

The man tried to find words but soon lost the life within his body falling onto Ronan, Ronan turned off his sabers letting the man fall to the ground onto the dust of his former comrade.

Ronan slowy walked out of the Spaceport, he navigated himself to the festival when he heard the explosion, though the Sith Lord didn't care, he had seen and found worse, The Sith lord then spotted a fight between two jedi and a Sith, though it was pathetic so Ronan stepped up when the Jedi died.

"Fight me Sith, I will show you that you can and will be beaten. Aswell as I will be avenging those Jedi and other people that were killed." Ronan said calmly with a calm expression painted all over him, Ronan ignited both of his sabers pointing them at [member="Darth SiRiDio"]

[member="Jack-ei"]

 

[SiRiDio]

The sith looks at this man who was pointing his weapons " Killing you is not my goal here " as he raises his wrist and taps a button on his wrist he puts his lightsaber back on his side looking at the man again " This fight would waste time I don't have and I certainly don't have a beef with you " as his ship autopilots above him the sith jumps backwards landing on the bridge of his ship as it flies away he jumps inside and leaves the area he flies to the nearest fuel port which was 11 clicks north to fill up.

[member="Jack-ei"]
[member="Darth Ronan"]

 

[Atin Alo'ran]

The Mandalorion smirked at the suddenness of the Fat-Mans begging, he had him cornered in a rather dark side of the Festival, the explosions that rocked his ears did not bother him, after all whatever was going on *there* was not part of his Job. He had been hired by a select few to make sure the Pimp didn't keep growing fatter. His Blaster was raised at him, the man begging and bruised from the sudden ambush. It wasn't his job to put a blaster bolt into the mans head, no instead he whistled sharply "Ha'rangir play." then it was heard, the groaning of metallic claws against the dirt as a large, feline droid rounded the corner an LK Pred-X to be exact, the large vibroteeth appeared from its maw. Screams followed the fat man, followed by a spray of blood from his Droid doing what it was designed for. Another Day. Another Credit. His eyes glared up at the sudden ship booming overhead, he snorted faintly before whistling for his Droid to follow of course, it happily did behind him it's chrome hull painted a new shade of crimson. Atin brought his hand up, tapping a few things on his wrist as a small computer appeared, somebody needed to warm up the engines

As Atin rounded the corner, he saw the chaos that has unfolded, he'd be sure to keep his Blaster close as he made his way back to the ship.

[member="Darth SiRiDio"]
[member="Darth Ronan"][member="Jack-ei"]

 

[SiRiDio]

After the sith arrives he lowers his ship and lands he steps out of his ship he was in a rush as he didn't want a fight with anyone he paid for the fuel handing the man the money he turned and jumped back into his ship as he sat down.

[member="Darth Ronan"]
[member="Jack-ei"]
[member="Atin Alo'ran"]