He raised a brow, attention now turning fully to the bodyguard on the sled next to the hutt. So the tingle on the back of his neck was right. The Hutt was smart enough to hire Force Users.
Shame it wouldn't make much of a difference.
"This is no place for children." His voice cut through the din, aimed entirely at the Force using Bodyguard. His stance on the matter being clear. The Force rewarded dedication, either the pursuit of harmony or the exaltation of the self. It granted its greatest mysteries to those who drank deeply from either extreme. Those who thought to sit in the middle or only lightly touch one side would be far more limited.
There was no dabbling to be had, it was no hobbyist pursuit. So the idea that some Hutt thought themselves equal to Jedi just because they hired someone from one of the many Force Traditions that existed in this Galaxy was laughable. Not that the other traditions were in any way inconsequential. But he found the idea of someone who was fighting for the sake of money to be pitiful.
The Morgukai claimed to have a great sense of honour. But here they were working for someone who laughed as they gunned down non-combatants. Someone who cheated, lied, murdered and stole from others. Someone who had no honour of their own. So either the conviction of the Mercenaries was shockingly weak, or perhaps the reputation of the
Morgukai was just all talk.
The Force, regardless of alignment, drew from one's will and strength of conviction. Be it confidence in the self or faith in a higher power. That coupled with the tremendous will needed to channel said energies is what made Jedi and Sith so fearsome.
He did not pay much attention to the Hutt. They already showed their true colours when they cowered and cringed away from the grenade even when they had means in place to prevent it from harming them. He did not turn his gaze to look at Koda Fett opening fire on Jasper. The distance was great enough that the Padawan could dodge or deflect the oncoming bolts.
He noted in the distance, with some amusement, that someone thought it was a clever idea to fight
Iris Arani
invisible. Thinking it would give them some sort of advantage. He'd leave her to that fight. She was more than capable of handling a mercenary or two.
There were others skulking around. His head shifted over towards where he could feel the shambling undead called forth that were currently attempting to engage
Reave
. That was something worth noting, as it wasnt one of the Hutt's pet Force Sensitives losing control of a spell. Someone down in the lower levels was using Necromancy. Sith Sorcery was not an easy thing to learn. Raising a large number of bodies was not an entry-level technique.
That would need to be investigated later.
Right now he had to avoid a minigun.
Raising a hand before the first bolt was fired. He focused his will upon the one who decided to interfere and stop his redirected grenade. The Force lashing out to impair motor neurons in their head, causing their muscles to freeze and
lock. His other hand drawing his saber with one smooth motion, deflecting the first of the multitude of bolts back at the frozen target. Aiming for a solid strike upon their chest.
It was a warning, a threat. A clear indicator of the difference between a mercenary and a fully trained Jedi. Hell, he was fairly confident that Jasper could handle them without much trouble. The redirect bolt would not kill them, but it would be a solid enough message. Telling them to stay down and ask themselves if the Hutt's credits were worth their life.
And then, he moved, before the second bolt reached him he was moving. His form blurring as it promptly told inertia to shove it, veering over to the side, forcing the chaingun to swivel in order to hit him,
Thankfully, he could move far faster than the gun. And so he slowly began to close in on the hutt, his pace rapid enough to keep him but a few inches away from the hail of deadly plasma. All the while getting slowly closer to Gorba, looking to cut off the slug's head and be done with at least one threat present.
Gorba the Hutt
Varm Nul
Jai'galaar Gred
. “Raven,” she announced herself, in the same tone she had used on Epica, before switching back to a more androgynous setting. Breaking the ice on Epica had helped her loosen up on formalities with Jay. What a coincidence the two shared bird names...
