Dreamseer
| Equipment | |
| Armor | |
| None. | |
| Melee Weapons | |
| Twin Vibroknives. | |
| Lightsaber. | |
| Pistols | |
| BAW 57 Heavy Blaster Pistol. | |
| Seeds | |
| Mother's Root. | |
| Ships | |
| The Estrela. | |
Cyan colored text indicates an illusion.
Cloud City. It was a wonderful settlement, located in the strangely habitable zone of a gas giant of all planet types. Bespin's tibanna mining city was not a rich mining settlement, but a place for those with... less refined tastes... to gamble, drink, and partake in other shady pleasures. With the rougher crowd here, it made sense for crime to be high around here. With how vacant and bizarre Elise Ahana-Gwyneira felt right now, she decided to do the one thing that always gave her a sense of direction... hunting criminals.
In the lower sections of Cloud City, Elise was walking along the hallways with her senses alert. Her clothes were light and delicate, and Elise felt too exposed walking into danger like this. She was used to wearing her besker'gam... but... she had abandoned it, with the rest of her Mandalorian lineage. One of her hands remained clenched on one of three pistols on her hip. Her ear twitched when she heard louder noises down the hallway. Her red cloak whooshed behind her as she activated her Force Cloak, disappearing as she neared a room. In the room, a lower end bar was flooded with the rougher types. She peered through from the entryway, catching glimpses at bounty hunters, mercenaries, and grunts all drinking away. Elise shook her head, catching sight of a brawl in the corner. She wasn't going to get involved with that. With a sigh, she loosened her stance and started to walk down the hallway again, deactivating her invisibility. But as she walked, her ear twitched again in response to more noise. She realized that it was coming from just down the corridor, and she once again clenched her pistol. She crouched, taking advantage of her light, noiseless shoes. As she crept closer, she was alarmed by the sound of a shout.
"Help!"
Elise bolted into action, running and rapidly turning the corner. She saw a large trandoshan, holding a small twi'lik by his neck as he freely rumaged through his satchel. "You mussst have ssome nisse creditsss in 'ere, mate. I could hear the jingling, even above the noisse."
He was using the noise of the bar just around the corner to cancel out the noises of a robbery. Elise spotted the weapon on his hip. She narrowed her eyes.
"Hey."
Both of their heads snapped towards her. The unarmored, small, woman paused for a moment. She was plenty strong without her beskar'gam, her Verd'Goten had proven it... so why did she feel so frail? She gulped, pulling a pistol from her hip and aiming it at the lizard. "I could hear you stealing."
The lizard threw the twi'lik aside, slamming him into the wall. The thug pulled his pistol, aiming at the twi-lik, "I'll have to kill you both then!"
"No!"
Elise fired before he did, aiming true. A blaster bolt slammed into his pistol's barrel, causing it to short out. He tossed the broken weapon like it was a toy, charging for the girl. Elise fired again, aiming for his outstretched claws. But he flicked his wrist, letting the bolt bounce off his durasteel armband. Elise gritted her teeth. He swung at her, promting her to leap of the wall and summersalt out of the way. Using the wall and the Force, she used the jump to land on his shoulders. She pointed the pistol at his head from there, but her ankle was grabbed and before she knew it, she was flung into the wall herself.
With the pistol lost, she gritted her teeth as her head pounded. She could Sense him approaching once more, and she pushed herself up. She was slow, however, as she grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. Choking, and so soon after being thrashed into a metal wall, she was starting to see stars.
"Iss that... a lightsssaber?"
The thief started laughing, pulling the lightsaber from her utility belt. No! That crystal was my mom's gift to me!
"I have no idea which Force Cult you follow, but you're pathetic for ssssuch a beautiful find! I'll loot your corpsse and sssell this on the black marke-"
"You will take nothing from me!"
Elise pulled a vibroblade from her belt. She made a swift stab at his hide, and he screeched as he was forced to let go of her. As Elise fell, she drew her second blade and made several rapid slashes at his limbs, expertly trained in Mandalorian knife combat. But the hunter realized after the first limb went limp what she was trying to do, and he moved he leg up to kick her. She brought the knife down to stop the kick, only to have her head grabbed by his large hand. He started to squeeze, applying enormous pressure to her skull. Elise gasped, seeing flashes of her lover, family, and Novanian teachers at home. She could not let it end today, to a random thug in an indoor street. She extended her hand, using the Force. She wanted to win this with her martial arts alone. She wanted to prove that she was capable even without her Mandalorian equipment. But now, she was forced to fall back on the Force. She cast an illusion, making the Trandoshan let go as he saw the image of a loved one in her place. It was a brief moment, but it was all she needed. She cast a heavy Force Push, slamming him against the wall. She pulled her pistol to her as he stood up, bewildered by what she had done, before she aimed a single shot at his heart. He choked but started to stagger forward as he hissed. "Not cool, witch!"
"Shut the kark up." Elise narrowed her eyes, "You were about to karking kill me."
The Shaman took a second to gaze at the endurance of this lizard species, then she sighed. She aimed a second shot for his head, finishing him off.
As the thug fell, Elise looked over to see that the twi'lik had fled long ago. She frowned, Not even a thank you. Typical...
She walked over to the corpse, her pistol still smoldering. She pulled the lightsaber off his utility belt, then looked over to the vibroblades. Both weapons were bent and chipped from their interactions with the trandoshan scales. Clearly, durasteel weapons did not have the durability that beskar had.
"Haar'chak-... Kark.
She stook there, in the hallway, once more lost in her own existence. She was Dar'Manda now, according to some at least. She should even be using that tongue anymore. She put her pistol away in frustration, turning away. As she pulled her hood over her head, she clipped her lightsaber onto her belt and began to clean up the mess. She had struggled to take down one criminal. Was she really that weak without her old gear? As she slipped the broken vibroblades into a pouch, she mused on her new direction in life. She wanted to save the galaxy. She wanted to see all evil dispelled, and to see a radical movement of peace sweep across this galaxy. She didn't want to see the cruelty she saw every day. But how could she even start? Getting stronger? But how? The Force? She started dragging the corpse towards the nearest trash compacter. She was chasing a hopeless dream, but she could not see anything beyond it. How could she live knowing that she had not done her best to save everyone?
Darth Strosius
