Experience can kill

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Kha'ro swung his ship to the side, gazing at the radar. He was searching for a particular wreckage he had heard rumors about. There were mixed words about what would be there, but almost everyone he had heard had spoken of some crystals. If they were saber crystals, Kha'ro had to get his hands on them. His sabers had been made a while ago, by him. Having a few extra crystals to add never hurt. Nothing coming up yet. He quickly tapped away at a terminal for a while, putting blaster and shield power into the radar. As he swiftly returned his stare to the radar, his mouth formed a smile. A small blink.

Kha'ro threw an oxygen pack onto his back, before putting on his breathing helmet. He grabbed a datapad and downloaded what was scanned on the radar. As he exited, he would navigate himself so he was aiming towards the blip, and then approach it. Sure enough, he saw a large ship, or it might've been a space station. Either way, now, it was nothing but wreckage.

It's map-cloaking system was still functional, or it would have been much easier to locate. When Kha'ro got close enough, he discovered that the wreckage was still producing a gravity field, and he would be able to easily walk in it. Wearily, his eyes darted around the area. Surprisingly, he had spotted a camera. He focused, sensing the future, and saw a flash of him, left, injured, blasters firing. "Gotta be careful" he muttered. Taking his lightsabers out, he approached the camera from the side. In the blink of an eye, he sliced it off of the wall. Unfortunately, doing so sprung an alarm and a door opened, droids pouring out. Some carried blasters, others had vibroblades and a few had shock sticks. Kha'ro cut a few down, as well as deflecting blaster shots right back where they came from. As he was cornered, he focused with the force. Building up power... To release in an instant! The droids were sent flying back, although some managed to stay upright. Even after this push, Kha'ro only managed to cut one down with a thrown saber before being hit in the back with a shock stick. He rolled away, his back numb, his vision blurry. He fell backwards, panting hard. It was only then that he had noticed a droid behind him, a needle in it's arm pumping what looked like poison into Kha'ro's side. He clumsily managed a slice, barely destroying the droid. The poison was taking effect, Kha'ro had to do something - and fast!

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kha'ro"]

Wrecked space stations happened to be Vassara's speciality. Back before the Silver Jedi had formed, and the Underground and all the various factions, she had made a living plundering these things. Exploratory blood never left your veins, and you were always itching for another adventure. So her she was. Done up in a completely blue set of salvaged spacer armor, with Grom her trusted companion Mercenary at her back.

In one hand her Spacers Shotgun, all three barrels loaded was held loosley at the low ready. Mag boots stomped a steady clang against the deck as the y moved farther into the drelict ship. Most of the halls were empty, the wires had salvaged in some parts and many more were wantonly destroyed.

"Looks like there was a battle here at one point."

Vassara squinted, examinging the carbon marks against the bulkheads.

"Yep. Looks ike some salvagers got here first too."

Odd she felt that they werent the only ones. A faint whisper nagged at the back of her consiouness, and the hairs prickled on her neck. Something was about to go down. Thats when she saw it up ahead. A lit portion of the ship.

"Somethings up ahead, picking up multiple hits on the scanner."

Vassara nodded, closing her eyes for a moment.

Danger!

She took off, arms pumping, moving up towards the light. Just in time to come upon a young man beset by droids. There was a flash of fire in her blue eyes, and she felt her heart speed up, ramming adrenaline thrugh her blood. The needle on the droids armp gleamed in the light. The shotgun snapped to her shoulder and her trigger finger twitched inside the guard.

Crack BOOM!

A triplet of shells roared from the barrel, inginting what small amount of oxygen was in the small space. The tungsten slugs smashed into the droid, exploding shard of metal and spirals of acrid smoke through the small space....

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Kha'ro heard what sounded like a shotgun and saw a droid fall apart. His arms regained strength and he pushed himself up. His aching legs were enforced with the force, as well as his whole body. He could barely see more than a blurry mash of colours, probably the effect of the poison. He charged, his legs with new life, his arms aching, but strong. He would grab a small bunch of small vines, and throw them near some droids. Using a power he had taught himself, he used the force to grow the vines, prevent their death. They managed to entangle a few droids, joining in knots. He remembered his training and focused, sensing the small life force of the vines. He got a lock on them, knew where they were, and he knew that where they were, was where droids were. He threw his sabers, cleanly cutting the entangled droids in half. "Thanks!" he shouted to whoever fired the shotgun.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kha'ro"]

OOC: We in space or on ground?

"You're welcome....."

Vassara stepped closer, lowering the shotugn barrels to the deck. The tri cylinder weapon was still smoking at its end from the explosive power of the shells. Shame tha there wasn't much o2, could've used the dragonsbreath shells. Her eyes swept the hall, and then locked onto the young man. He was smaller it seemed. The vine was a decent trick but she could he was tired from it.

"You're welcome kid. Be more careful will ya?"

Vassara extended her black gloved hand, reaching out to pull him to his feet.

"Looks like you're in quite deep. What's with the droids? Silver Sanctum which must mean Silver Jedi too eh?"

She chuckled. Intuition told her the kid was a young forcer, but not the traditional type. He wasn't all decked out in the humble trappings of the Republic Jedi, but neither was he rough around the edges. She could feel his force fotprint from so close, he was a younger generation.

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

OOC: We are on a ruined space station, that is floating in space.

Kha'ro took hold of the extended hand and pulled himself up. He said, "I don't know about the droids. I heard rumors of some equipment on this ruined space station, and found it. Some systems were still functional, and apparently that included the security system." He let himself smile, "I can sense the force in you, strong too." He went to a droid and examined it. Expertly made. Kha'ro grabbed a vibroblade. Not as good with it as a saber, but it would be good if he ever had to act as if he were not a jedi. He grabbed a sheath and latched it onto his belt before pushing his new vibroblade through it. He took out a small syringe. When he injected it into his neck, he grunted. Stings, but it would quickly neutralize the poison. Moving to the side to sit at a wall, Kha'ro said, "I am Kha'ro, and yes, I am part of the Silver Sanctum coalition, since I was a Silver Jedi before it happened."