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Getting Hands Dirty [Coruscant Lower Levels, Open]

Inkblot

Masked Vigilante
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CORUSCANT- Lower Levels, Where Light Hardly Falls​
@[member="Lorna Nera"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Subject 13"]​
Coruscant was not the prettiest of places, even on the upper surface, while most would consider it grandeur and spectacular, it was a polluted, filtered world, filled with criminals and scammers.
That was especially true for the lower levels of the city, filled with shadows and darkness, sorrow and desperation. The Jedi may have protected the planet, but their Temple was far above the lower levels, their protection did not extended here. It was on Coruscant that most inter-galactic criminals took shelter, hiding in plain sight.

This day was even more depressing and darker than any other days in the Lower Levels, it was raining, and raining hard. Water pouring down in heavy droplets from the upper levels, filthy, polluted water, wetting the metal streets of the lower city, causing puddles to dote the causeways like lakes and ponds dot Naboo.

Many beings hurried past each other, seeking shelter, carrying on with their business, indifferent and blind to each other.
One of such being was a woman, closing in on her middle years, she was hurried home, cuddling a bag of groceries close to her chest, she decided to make a shortcut through one of the darker alleys of Coruscant. She stopped dead in her tracks when a large Rodian cut her way off, grinning he held a blaster, aiming in her general direction and extended his hand, motioning with his fingers for the woman to either move closer or hand something over. The woman looked back, deciding to flee rather than fight, terrified she found her way cut off by a large Aqualish. She stummered and gulped as the two muggers began closing in one her.
"Help!" she cried out, but the people on the street only hurried, she was in her own trouble, not theirs, they had better things to do than jump in front of blaster for somebody else.
"Help!" she repeated, backing away from the muggers in the narrow alley, trapping herself in a corner between a garbage container and the wall, she cried out in panic as the muggers still closed in on her.

A lone figure entered the alley then, thin and tall, wet brim of his hat obscuring his face, his stature hidden under an overcoat that wrapped and hugged him closely.
SWOOSH
And the Aqualish cried out as the figure sent a brick flying at the alien's head, the Rodian looked over at him, angered, raising his blaster.
The figure rushed forward.

PEW-PEW
The blaster sounded out, flashing the red light that seeped into the street, immediately the woman screamed out, scream and commotion that could be well heard on the street, and many passer-by's could be seen turning but moving on.
Thuds and sound of impact was heard then, following by two louder thuds, a couple of bodies hitting the wet, metal floor.
 
@[member="Inkblot"], @Lorna Nera, @Subject 13

She had been contacted by a friend, someone she used to do business and smuggling with. A person she trusted since very young, a school mate, Corellian and very clever. A partnership only recently broken, due to her leaving Tatoonie to join the Jedi Order. It had been a social visit, Vele Voso a young woman more comfortable meeting in the lower levels on Coruscant. And if Iella was honest with herself, she too, felt a home here. After a few hours of chatting constantly over dinner, Vele had to depart as did she. But before Vele left, Iella had asked of her a favour. Giving her a key to a room she left behind on Tatooine, she ask Vele to bring some things to her next time she came to Coruscant. One thing in particular, well actually two, a droid who is simply missed, and a personal item. This item now holds a key to her identity, something she had not even told her Min Larel, simply because she has nothing to tell him yet, as she does not know all the details .. but soon would.

Iella walked the wet platforms on the lower levels .. her cloak wrapped around her body to protect her against the cascading water running off the buildings and onto the surface of the platform. Her knee high black boots wet and grimy from the polluted environment. Underneath, her usual clothes, cream pants and white shirt, however this time a jacket .. her lightsaber concealed on the inside.

She stopped dead. The Force telling her that something bad is about to happen, but before she could react the flash of red light sparkled on the wet surface of the pathway. The shots echoing in her ears. Her head turned toward the alley and she moved. She did not run, but with quick pace she came to the corner of the building and looked into the alley. Her eyes looking at the scene. Bodies on the ground, and someone moving in the darkness ....
 
The Criminal many knew simply as "Nemesis" walked down the street in his shirtless form, he walked among the other criminals on the street in his gas mask and cargo pants with black studded gloves and combat boots, his only weapons were his body and as he walked down the street he approached an older shop and peered in seeing the store owner inside working with customers, Nemesis was his name, deception and criminality was his game.

As he continued to walk down the street he sensed another walking in the underground, his senses were as keen as an animals and his eyes glistening in the poor lighting yet as he walks toward the signature he can feel he begins to confidently stalk his prey, nobody knew he was the Jedi Loran Nera and nobody would ever know his secret identity, as he walked down the street he came up on fast on the signature and then leapt into the air and came down hard with a force throw throwing the signature into the wall and breaking his back, Nemesis stood there looking at him while breathing through the gas mask.

His face was cleverly hidden and he wore the gas mask due to his own mask still being produced, it would take a few days for it to be produced and ready for pick up, Loran the Jedi Padawan of coruscant and the padawan of master syn, he sprinted away as soon as he felt the presence of law and leapt up a building escaping the police and ensuring his own safety of his hidden identity.

@[member="Iella E`ron"]
@[member="Inkblot"]
@[member="Subject 13"]
 

Inkblot

Masked Vigilante
@[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Subject 13"] @[member="Flint Dexen"]
When Iella rushed into the alley she could see Ink's back as he was kneeling by one of the criminals, the woman he just saved whimpering and crying to herself, curled up still between the dumpster and wall.
When Ink heard footsteps come closer and stop he quickly stood up and turned around to see who it was. In that moment when he looked to Iella lightning striked somewhere above, the flash abruptly illuminating the scene for a split second. In this illumination Iella could see his face, the pale ghostly material of his mask and the distorted black shapes of symmetrical inkblot staring back at her where features should be.

Ink quickly turned back, rushing out of the alley, making a turn at the corner, leaving the bodies and the crying woman alone with Iella.
The bodies or so they seemed as one of them, the one who was still conscious, coughed out. She could see why he was kneeling by the criminal then, their hands and feet were bound with wire, keeping them from escaping, he did not kill them, he was too merciful for them. He roughed them up, but he kept them alive. The pistol the muggers used was missing, the woman still crying, but nobody was killed by him so far.
 

Flint Dexen

Wandering Lost Soul
@[member="Inkblot"]

Criminals were everywhere in this part of the Galactic City. Flint was armed with his typical electrostaff and had just broke up a local street gang fight when he had heard sound of blastors nearby. And when people were shooting out of blasters down here, something bad was going on.

Flint crouched silently in the top of a building, hidden by the shadows, looking down upon a scene in a dark alley. Something eventful was about to happen, he could feel it. He gripped his weapon tightly, and waited...
 
@[member="Flint Dexen"]@Inkblot@Loran Nera

The atmosphere is so thick now that you could cut it with a knife. The Force swirled through her body almost as if out of alignment or something. Electricity crackled all around sparking the very essence of the air and the presence of force within several beings nearby. Her eyes lifted up but not her head, someone was watching. The whimper of the women in the alley filled her ears, but still Iella approached with care, her lightsaber in her hand but hidden under her cloak sleeve, ready. In actually fact, it was more then ready, she could feel it calling her, a sure sign something is wrong. For the moment, she keep her presence low as possible, she does not have the ability to remove it, but lessen yes.

A flash of lightning filled the alley white... the turning head of the man standing there, over the bodies now visible. Or not? Her eyes penetrated his face, only to be met with a mask and strange markings, eerie. She started for him, but no sooner had the white light come it was gone, and so was he.

She reached the bodies and looked down on them, tied up with wire. She reached down and checked for any signs of life, they are alive. She looked over to the women, overwhelmed and distort, "Go!".. "Now".
 

Inkblot

Masked Vigilante
@[member="Flint Dexen"] @[member="Iella E`ron"]
Inkblot rushed through the empty dark alleys and side-streets, dodging between the buildings until he got back to one of the main, more crowded causeways. Only a dark alley between him and the crowd, stepping into the shadows he pulled off his mask and threw off his coat.
At the end of the dark alley a man would come out, hat planted firmly on a mess of hair he had, hands in the pockets of his jacket, whistling calmly as he stepped into the crowd, disappearing among the sea of bodies.

But it was not the end of night for him, knowing the lay out of the city well, he kept to the more crowded streets as he began maneuvering his way back towards the spot where he knocked out the muggers, taking a long, more scenic, route back, one that went close to an alley where he hid his spare disguise.
 

Flint Dexen

Wandering Lost Soul
@[member="Inkblot"]

Flint caught what could be described as a mere second of a movement of a shadow sprinting out of the alley into the crowded streets, and he quickly lost track and gave up on tracking the shadow he thought he had seen.

Shrugging, Flint put his electrostaff back on his back, then lept off to another nearby building to see what else could attract his attention that day.
 
@[member="Inkblot"], @[member="Flint Dexen"], @[member="Loran Nera"]

Iella looked down that the males secured with wire, one was stirring and groaning the others remained still. She looked up in the direct of where the masked man had disappeared. The scene seemed to depict that the mask man, had not attacked them, but secured them. The woman's fear she sensed was directed toward these males. The force told her the presence she sensed earlier also vanished, this is a perculiar night.

She walked back into the street and looked around .. she sighed as she realised that there really is no policing this area. Opening her commlink, she messaged the Jedi Order to send a message to the authorities above level to remove these criminals. She also had no doubt they would be wanted for some other crimes.

However, rather then continue on her way, she decided to go back into the alley and through to the other end, to see if she could track this masked man through the force.
 
(OOC: Sorry poeples, I took a day off yesterday)

@Inkblot, @Flint Dexen, @[member="Iella E`ron"]

He got to the other end of the underground and found the bustling around of bodies, as he watched from above buildings his gas mask was preying to the darkness of the night...Nemesis was showing his sleeve tattoo on his arm and was readying himself to jump down but that's before he noticed something, a blond haired woman walking out of an alleyway. watching her closely he felt the lightside penetrating her body and soul and he smirked through his own mask as his mind relayed his own knowledge, not to others but to himself Je'Daii it relayed to his body and he continued to watch her while observing her actions.
 
"I smell sitcom." Was all Mirshen could say as he walked around in the iron skin he had gotten from the swamp. The symbol emblazoned on his chest while the jacket covered the rest of his slug throwers and weapons. The now iconic red helmet was his while he observed the people milling about. He had turned the iron skins cape into a secondary mask under his main one but not over the real secondary mask. Then there were sounds and running the Merc/mando/pirate/OP badass found people moving. "Hey can't a guy just drink in peace."
 

Inkblot

Masked Vigilante
@[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Flint Dexen"]
OUTSIDE THE DARK ALLEY

Iella did not had to take many steps before something happened.
Suddenly she would feel a hand clasping onto her shoulder

However, when she turned around she would face a man in ragged clothes, smelling of wet dirt and alcohol.
His face was mostly hidden under the wet hood of his thick cut up jacket, only his chin visible, adorned with unshaven stubble.
Clearly, the man was homeless

"Spare some change?"
He rasped out, the rasp was gruel and as dirty as his clothes

Iella did not had much time to answer, it seems that more burly and shady beings began crowding in around them.
Some glaring, some had weapons drawn, those that did not began to slowly take out vibro knives or blasters
It was clear they were tense, and hostile. She may have called Republic forces, but just how long it would be before they would get to these deep parts of the Coruscant? How long before they would take time from helping Senators and Politicians and come down there to help the common.
One of the ruffians finally spoke up
"It seem you had a scrap with out friends!"
He yelled, pointing at Iella with an especially large vibro knife
"We're 'ere to even out the score!"
 
@Mirshen @Loran Nera @Iella E`ron @Flint Dexen @[member="Inkblot"]

"Sorry Sir I do not carry credits", she said to the homeless man. The force warned her of immediate danger and she turned to see the group of men, ".. and I suggest you get out of here".

She let out a sigh at the sight of them and grabbed her lightsaber. The white blade coming to life with the flick of the button, "I kinda like the odds", she repied in a very dangerous soft voice.

She summon the force to her, pumping it into all parts of her body, the energy force strengthening her arms and legs. The White saber blade humming in the thick air, the Dragon waiting for it's chance to bite. Her connection to her blade much stronger with all her training both with saber and through force use. She could feel the soft white mist gathering in her mouth as the spirit of the Dragon formed in her centered and waited to be called.
 
@Mirshen @Loran Nera @Iella E`ron @Flint Dexen @Inkblot

Nemesis had been watching this girl very closely since she left the alleyway, as he watched from above she ended up getting herself into some trouble and as Nemesis watched her reaction to it he smirked through his gas mask and then leapt toward the building above her, he landed hard and then looked down upon them, he could hear what they were saying now and as he stood there looming over the edge he readied himself, his mind focusing on the moist air currents of the world he began to harness the water elements, his skill was at the beginning stages but he could still use hydrokinesis, as he gathered the force in his body he unleashed his ability and made a puddle above them, it was enough and then he allowed it to spill over the criminals and the girl.

As Nemesis then dropped down and kicked one in his head and to the ground he then landed and performed a spinning round house to another, his mind relishing this fight and he wanted the blood of the many, save this girl from a bunch of punks and then deliver himself back to the roof tops.

As loran quickly performed his spinning roundhouse he knocked one person unconscious and then rendered the next guy immobile with a chest punch, looking to the girl he nodded and then put up his fists ready to go toe-to-toe with another criminal.
 
@Mirshen @Loran Nera @Flint Dexen @[member="Inkblot"]

She was about to launch herself into the fight, when suddenly she is wet? For a moment she just stood there stunned, her hair and clothes dripping with foul polluted Coruscanti water. Lucky for her most of it stained her cloak, but she now stank with the rancid water. She looked up to see a man fighting the thugs that had just threatened her, he turned briefly and nodded before returning to the fight. A mask? another with a Mask?

The force send it's soft whisper to her, this man if force sensitive and although faint, some sense of familiarity. But she could not place his identity, the link far to weak for that. You are not going to take all the kudos here, my friend, she thought as she ran up beside him. She targeted one of the thrugs with brandished a blaster, she summon the force to her hand and wrapped it around the blaster and used force pull and ripped it from him hand, with her other hand, she sent a force push and knocked him off his feet and in the air, back onto the main street. He is out for the night.

"Thankyou for your assistance", she said to the masked man. "What is your name?", she asked as she is still curious about his identity.
 
"I feel pretty oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and gay." Then he say some stuff some powerful stuff that would make you white... Oh damn there were people in an alley fighting and he had to save the day... After product placement of course and Mirshen stopped to get a new diet energy drink from the Protectorate with half the calories and twice the flavor. Created by HK-36 and Cira. With that done he moved tossing a cira-crete burrito into a mans hand as it went off and knocked him out before drawing the twin jackels. "Alright this is a robbery... No wait wrong line back to first positions. This is a rescue."
 
Nemesis looked at the blonde that had been drenched with Nemsis' manifestation of a puddle, he smirked at her through his own mask and then spoke while deepening his voice to mask who he truly is Nemesis, now if you'd excuse me... I have a shuttle to catch he said and then sprinted quickly up to a wall and did a wall run upward and then leapt to the top of the building, looking down on her for a brief moment he then looked over at the weirdo with dual guns and vanished.

@[member="Mirshen"]
@[member="Iella E`ron"]
 
@Mirshen @Loran Nera @Iella E`ron @Flint Dexen @Inkblot

As one masked man in the alley disappeared, another appeared, then disappeared, then yet another appeared. "You got to be kidding me", she said to herself. And this one seemed for all purposes nuts.

"Ok .. well... you can take it from here", she said backing off slowly, "Iam just going to go now .. ", she turned and vanished around the corner on the trail of the first masked man. As she turned the corner, "Why am I doing this again?". She asked as she entered into a small street, at least she was out of that crazy alley way.
 

Inkblot

Masked Vigilante
@Mirshen @Loran Nera @Iella E`ron @Flint Dexen
OUTSIDE THE DARK ALLEY

Perhaps if Iella would keep a better eye on the homeless man, she would have an easier time finding the masked vigilante.
".. and I suggest you get out of here".
Her words fell upon cobblestone of the wet street, the man behind her was gone already, slithering back into a dark alley behind him, disappearing in shadows as the brawl erupted.
Throughout the fight, with each flash of blaster or strike of lightning in the sky, the said alley was illuminated, briefly, but in that illumination, those who would gaze upon the darkness of the alley, thought that they saw a pale, distorted face looking back at them. Must have been the exhaustion and excitement of battle.

Once it was over, more beings joined Iella, but she did not stick around, she would rather give a chase to the phantoms.

SMALL STREET
It was empty, but wet, dark, and cold as any part of the Coruscant underworlds.
As Iella gave chase after the first man, out of the corner of her eye, she could most likely get that feeling somebody was watching her, and perhaps, for a brief moment, in some dark alley that connected with the street, she would see a tall, slender shadow.
 

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