Gluttonous Pursuits

[Darth Voracitos]

Darth Voracitos was no longer a Darth, when in this place. Even with the retinal, and body scans, he simply was not recognized as the powerful Darth he was. Here was not the place, or time to be a master of darkness and villainy. Here was a place that Jonathan Boke was a crimelord, simply known as Boke. This was Nar Shaddaa, the smugglers moon. Here Crimelord Boke was having a meeting with yet another crimelord, escorted with all of his best slaves. Most people find that it is hard to distinguish Boke from the other Hutts, despite his being a completely ordinary human, in appearance. Of course, even on a mission for the Empire, all things can be delayed for a bit of pleasure, and so Boke went on a hunt. He searched food of various kinds, and bought several new slaves along the way. He was developing quite the crowd.

In his floating mobile Throne, Boke slowly made his way to his destination, buying things willy-nilly as his drunken attention span was distracted by shiny things, and beautiful women for sale. For Boke, he could buy anything he wanted, even when the seller had no idea he was selling it to him, even when it was their own daughter. On this planet there was no moral code and no law other than to never cross a Hutt or someone as powerful as Boke. Sometimes when a particularly resistant salesman tries to tell Boke that his wife or daughter is not for sale, Boke would temporarily become Voracitos, and change his mind for him.

His meeting wasn't too far, soon the Empire would have several criminals on their side, in addition to Voracitos's personal mercenary army. However though, being as big as he was, many Hutts hired bounty hunters for his head. He scowled at the thought that his pleasure spree might be interrupted. The fat Boke continued to "stroll" on despite his thoughts.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Getting in and out of Hutt Space was not the easiest of tasks. Rumor had it that they were going to be opening up their space in the near future but the Mandalorians did not know for what and when. The Hutts could be opening it up in preparation to conquer the galaxy, or to gain aid. Either way, whatever the intent, the Mandalorians needed to know. The Hutts had once been a great power in the galaxy and still controlled a large portion of it. They certainly had more resources immediately available to them than the Mandalorians, and as such they needed to know what to expect. As contenders for galactic dominance in the chaos that surrounded the galaxy, information was essential. So Halik, along with some others, snuck into the space that was locked down from most travel.

While he had somewhat expected his armor to gain some attention, he found that he blended in quite nicely with the citizens of Nar Shaddaa. Evidently even after the Four Hundred Years of Darkness had not changed it much at all. Mercenaries called it their home and too many of them had found their hands on the ancient armor of the Mandalorians. He was sure that some were possibly even descendants of the clans, but trapped in this space when it had closed down. He wondered how strong their ties would be if so many generations down the line, but he dared not inquire for fear of revealing that he was not from this part of the galaxy. Not that he was actually afraid of conflict or what might come. It was merely that it would be a significant inconvenience to his mission, and it was one of importance. Not many got into Hutt space, and even fewer came back.

As he moved along he saw a few rather confused and dazed look vendors. A single confused person might not be enough for Halik to notice, after all people got confused from time to time, but there were quite a number. So he walked up to one of them and asked him, "Is there a problem here?" Little direct, but Halik wasn't one to mince words.

"Um... I think... that..." the man kind of trailed on.

"Come on, spit it out," once again... doesn't mince words.

"I think that man forced me to sell him my daughter ." Halik looked to where he was pointing. It was a large floating throne looking thing, and he wondered if it was a Hutt on the other side of the time. Halik really wasn't in the business of getting into fights with Hutt. But at the same time... if the guy was stealing kids... then he supposed that it was time to get into a conflict.

So he started walking towards the large throne and shouted, "You there! Hutt!"

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Crimelord Boke was enjoying a lovely time with his fresh new prize, still prone to resist. He would make short work of this in time. Just as she struggled to escape his unearthly grip, it would seem that his pleasure spree was interrupted.

"You there! Hutt!" Boke's hands froze, losing all interest in the girl. She continued to struggle but his hand was as solid, as if a statue had gotten hold of her. Most would be unsure in this hectic bazaar who the man might have been calling to, and ordinarily that person would simply be ignored. But Voracitos felt that it had been directed at him. As one of his slaves fitted a collar on the girl, Boke stopped his advance, and no sooner did he throw her off of his lap and into the streets. If she was trampled by on coming traffic Boke could care less, all things in the universe were replaceable. Boke turned around to face this miscreant.

"Yes?" Boke said lazily in a nonchalant way, staring with a raised brow at his adversary. He noticed the armor, recognizing it vaguely. It appeared to be one of the many thugs who wore such attire. He was not impressed. Voracitos began to generate an aura of fear, where several of his more experienced slaves began to disperse as far away as they could without receiving an automated dose of their shock collars. They knew what might come to this individual who challenged this mighty Darth.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

If not for his mask people would have seen his face contort into disgust at the figure in the chair. It was no Hutt but a rather corpulent human. Quick inference told him crime lord because otherwise the man would not be permitted to drift around like he owned the place. Nor would being the fat do anything but attract the attention of thieves. Yes, had to be a crime lord. The fact that he was not a Hutt was odd, but regardless of that it mattered little.

Peculiar, the Mandalorian thought as a sensation of fear started to come over him. It was not a natural feeling for the Mandalorian. He had killed actual monsters with little more than a combat knife, why would he be afraid of a fat man? Truly, it was a mystery to him why this was happening, but because of that confusion it was somewhat lessened in terms of its reality. Mentally he did not fear the man, yet physically, in his gut there was fear. This peculiar internal dichotomy caught him off guard enough that he did not immediately respond. But he did his best to put it aside and remained firm in his ground. He would not let this stomach churning alter his resolve. "Whatever price you paid this man," he gestured back, "I am sure he will gladly return if you give him his daughter back."

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Boke chuckled, lightly at first, and then it grew quite a bit. When he stopped, his face still bore a small grin, but in no way should it be compared to a sign of normal happiness. No, this was the smile of a sadist.

"What, her?" He motioned for one of his slaves to push her forward. "Alright hero," He looked away from the man. "Uh, excuse me sir," He gestured to the shop owner, speaking in a mocking way. "I find this disgusting filth revolting. Please take her back." His hands tapped slightly on the arm rests of his Throne. The man looked utterly petrified, and took a single hesitant step. "Go on, she's all yours." His smile was menacing, revealing his yellowed teeth. He beckoned him to come forward. After a few guttural utterance's and hesitant steps, he came running to his daughter. Within two feet of his daughter, her father lost his head in an instant with a brilliant flash of red. The man's body fell to the ground as his head fell at the feet of his daughter. Voracitos brought one hand to his mouth, formed in an "O", while his other hand retrieved and put away his lightsaber. He slowly cocked his head toward the adversary, completely ignoring the weeping girl. When his hand was finally returned to its place on the arm rest, Voracitos spoke staring at him with a serious, and droll face.

"Butter fingers."

 

[Soeht]

Several vendor stalls away from the quarreling Mandalorian and Sith, Darth Apparatus stood at watch of the two. A crimson mask concealed his face with only the faintest glow of corrupted blood red eyes showing through. An obsidian hood draped over his head with the cape it belonged to wrapped around his sizable, stout body.

As the Darth motionlessly observed the events unfold before him, the crowd shopping in the market seemed to avoid stepping too close to him. There was a two meter gap between him and the nearest being. The people themselves seemed to attempt to carry on with their normal activities and duties as an aberrant, black clothed man stood still and Halik confronted Darth Voracitos.

However, the slaying of the damsel's father gave the masses enough cause to vacate the area. Darth Apparatus remained where he stood as the alarmed mob rushed away, albeit somewhat quietly due to the relative common occurrence of such an event.

The freshly severed head rolled on the ground until it bumped into the black, iron foot of Darth Apparatus. He took steps toward Halik and Darth Voracitos - his voice silent while his gait caused a ring similar the sound of metal tapping against metal. The Darth ignored the head and left it as it were.

The general appearance and demeanor of Darth Apparatus suggested nothing of normality. He did not announce his intentions, neither through speech or the Force. The intentions for his wordless approach would have remained unknown at this moment.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

As the man's head went sailing it became immediately aware that Halik Falkosi was not dealing with simply a crime lord. This was a more impressive foe, a Sith. However, how a Sith had gotten into Hutt space was rather interesting. Could they be scouting the region as well? This could be problematic. He had fought their kind before so he was not too intimidated (on a purely experiential basis, however he knew to respect his opponent for what it was, even if it was fat). The experience that was before him was certainly not one that he was too fond of. Dealing with Force users was a tricky business. Lots of glory would come with defeating one. On the downside, defeating two was almost too much of a task to try and undertake. This now appeared to be the situation, as the other man approached had a certain distinctly Sith-like presence.

Halik looked at the girl though, and she was now fatherless in the galaxy. In a nasty planet like this, the only future he could seriously see her having was that of a prostitute. Not exactly the happy future her father likely wanted for her. And not one that Halik saw as actually being worthy of a profession for anyone. So he was somewhat torn. Retreat. After all, eventually Hutt authorities would come this way, and given that none of these three were from this area they would likely come under some serious prejudice. Also, these foes were not exactly the kind that he was really equip to handle at the moment. And then there was honor. Surviving them in something resembling combat would be noteworthy, but the real pull was that he felt like he owed it to the girl to rescue her.

He mentally sighed, and looked between the two. This was going to be terrible. From his waste he pulled out his blaster and kept tabs on both their movements. Intelligence was going to be key in this situation.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

The Darth reveled in his reaction. His indifferent face slowly gained a grin, and then a beginning to a light chuckle, as he watched him pull out his weapon of choice. Of course though, this was muddled by the presence's he felt enter shortly before, besides him. So then the he rotated the direction his Throne was facing, so as to view the other intrusion without the effort of moving his obese neck; more out of laziness than inability. A small flash of surprise escaped his face.

"Darth Apparatus. I did not anticipate your coming here. Would you like a slave?" Darth Voracitos had expected himself to be the only Sith present on this planet, and it was a welcome surprise compared to the weak mind trash he seemed to be swimming though. The only motivation anyone on this planet seemed to have was through money or women. With the appearance of this other Darth, perhaps intellectual company could actually be achieved. Also, Voracitos liked a challenge when it came to mental exercises, and although he would never deliberately lead astray a fellow Sith, it was always an idea Voracitos constantly toyed with. He glanced slightly to his right, remembering the thug. "Oh yes, you. The hero." He said the sentence disdainfully. "Comrade, would you mind taking care of this filth. I'm afraid I'm running a bit on the late side, I have a relatively important meeting with a crimelord. I'm going to be bending his will tonight to force him into our ranks. Fancy that, hm?"

 

[Soeht]

As Halik drew his blaster, Darth Apparatus did not seem to have noticed the action. His focus drew itself toward Darth Voracitos. A word did not escape the Sith Lord's hidden mouth for several seconds as he attempted to draw out the silence.

However, the moment that obscured maw opened, an eldritch sound seemed to ooze forth for all to hear as Darth Apparatus said, "Ẃh͡y ͜àr̴̷e ̛yo͝ų͘͞ s̵͞t̀͝͠a̡͝l̵̀͢l̸e̕͏d͢͞͏ ͢͏hȩr̵̢̢e̡͜?͏"

That voice sounded as inhuman as possible. Not even anything mechanical could cause this piercing resonance.

The lack of any facial expression due to the crimson mask made visually discerning any of the Darth's intentions difficult. He also gave little movement to suggest anything through body language. Yet, a steady rise in anger clearly boiled within Darth Apparatus. Those attuned to the Force or otherwise have good intuition would have been able to tell without much effort.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Voracitos frowned.

"Why do I stall here?" He scoffed. "You of all people should know that a Sith's loyalty is to himself above all else. Yes, I serve the Empire in this mundane task, but I do it in my own time." He felt a darkness swelling within the other Sith. "Have you been following my progress... Apparatus?" His own anger was swelling as well, almost tempting him to remove himself from his Throne. "If that is so Darth, I am monumentally disappointed. Does the Empire not trust me? Good, they have every right not to. But for you to interfere with my affairs... that.... is... unacceptable!" Boke's massive weight shifted forward as he supported himself on his hands, leaning in his Throne as he yelled. He slowly reclined back, seething in unsuppressed frustration. The darkside swelled between the two, and awaited for the final spark to ignite with Apparatus, almost forgetting that Halik even existed, that Nar Shadaa even existed. If Voracitos could even see the other Darth's eyes, they would most certainly be dead locked as a mental showdown would take place. Aggression was bound to take place.

 

[Darth Metus]

Galactic politics was never a subject that could hold the attention of Isley Verd for more than a few seconds. He seldom cared for the numerous factions littered across the galaxy, and it was not very often that he would give them much thought. He, as was his duty as a proud Mandalorian warrior, simply went wherever the Manda'lor ordered and did what the Manda'lor commanded. Yet, when the rumors reached his ears about the possible opening of Hutt space, Isley gave his full and undivided attention. He was one of the first to volunteer himself to the task of infiltrating the locked down space and to investigate what the Hutt were planning. Of course, this sudden change in interest was motivated by two major factors. The first of which was the fact that his senior and mentor of sorts, Halik, had volunteered for the task beforehand. Second, there were hundreds upon hundreds of bounties to collect within Hutt space. 'Credits galore and a chance to do Halik proud? Sign me up.' was his rationale, and so he set off for Nar Shaddaa, following the lead of his senior.

He had arrived around the same time as Halik, yet had decided that it was best to tarry a few hundred yards behind him as to not attract any attention; for what better way than to draw wandering eyes than two Mandalorian warriors wandering together along the streets. However, Isley was quick to notice the vast presence of ancestral armors upon the general population, and so quickened his pace in order to catch up with his senior. He was still careful not to draw any unnecessary attention, yet when he finally was within a stone's throw of Halik he noticed that his senior had gone ahead and gotten the attention that Isley so desperately wanted to avoid. His first instinct was to jog over to his senior's side, blasters drawn and ready to blaze, yet he decided against it upon taking note of the horrendously obese man upon the throne. It was none other than the crimelord known as Boke, whom had an impressive bounty of several hundreds of thousands of credits. Isley also noticed the man beside Boke, a masked individual whose voice was unlike any he had ever heard in all his life, who seemed to know the crimelord well enough to go back and forth with him in a heated exchange. The last things he noticed were the dead body, the girl crying over the body, and Halik's drawn blaster.

From his position within the now-retreating crowd, Isley tapped upon the console installed upon his wrist, activating the cloaking device expertly built into his suit. It functioned by simply bending the rays of light around him in such a manner that he blended in with his surroundings, but for those whom utilized the Force his presence would easily be picked up upon. Furthermore, Halik's HUD would pick up the presence of Isley's armor since they were both tuned to the same frequency: backup had arrived! He scooted silently through the crowd and came to a crouch a few feet away from his senior and the fallen body. His first instinct was to utilize psychometry in order to discern what had killed the man, but a single glance at the fatal wound identified the murder weapon: a clean, cauterized wound of such caliber could only be achieved by one weapon: a lightsaber. Isley swallowed down a rush of excitement as the realization of who the two men were hit him like a brick wall: Sith. 'What would a pair of Sith be doing out in the midst of Hutt space?' he thought to himself, swiftly producing one of his trademark beskar daggers and a flash grenade from his utility belt.

Then, a smile plastered itself upon the youth's face as he thought of the outcome of defeating not one, but two Sith. Oh the glory that victory would bring to his beloved homeworld, oh the credits that triumph would bring to his beloved bank accounts! Thoroughly excited about the coming fray, the concealed youth mouthed a message to his senior, relying upon the internal scanners of his helmet to read his lip movements and transmit the message to his senior's helmet.

"I've got your back Halik, how should we play this?"

 

[Soeht]

As Darth Voracitos responded, neither a reaction through speech, movement, or the Force. The crimson mask of Darth Apparatus continued to obscure any facial expression he may have while his constant radiation of rage continued without disturbance. The thoughts dwelling within Darth Apparatus remained unexpressed in any way.

After taking a step toward the unsettled Voracitos, Darth Apparatus then turned his head to face Halik - still nearby.

"T̕o̕ b͡ȩ ̴re̵w̧a͏r̛d̶e̴d o͏ne ͢t͜h̕i̛ńg ̛o͢f N͝ar͟ Sh͡addą ̶b͞y m̵y͞ ̸p̧ow͢er," spoke the Darth to Halik as he gestured, with his head, to Voracitos, "Y̕o̸u͠ ́will͘ ͘k̨i̕l͏l͜ ͝hi͞m̕."

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Halik barely noted the arrival of Isley. One of the notification systems on his HUD had informed that a friendly had arrived close to him, but the situation was becoming increasingly more tense. Having a second Mandalorian nearby was good from a cover stand point but that would just make them more known to the Hutts. One guy in Mandalorian styled armor could be anything but two was more likely to point towards some kind of operation in their space. Yes, suddenly the draw on them was higher, and he was not too keen on staying around. But the girl.

And then the other Sith spoke again. It seemed like it was to him. On wonderful he was being caught in the midst of a some kind of Sith fight now. And he was meant to be the executioner. Well that was certainly interesting. Some kind of reward was being offered to him for knocking him off, but he was not sure that he was concerned with that at the moment. In fact, Halik Falkosi had no desire to be a slave to the Sith in service to them. But he did need to rescue the dead man's daughter.

Waiting was not exactly suiting him though. However... privately he sent to Isley through the isolated comm system, "See the girl. Grab her and watch the masked one while you move out." As soon as the words were done he darted to the side, his thrusters activating giving him a boost as he strafed around in a circle around the corpulent Sith's throne, but opposite the direction of Darth Apparatus. With his blaster he shot mostly at the legs of the Sith, in theory limiting the angle of deflection based on possible blocking stances. But that was mostly to distract from the dart he shot from his free hand at the ground beneath the platform.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Betrayal. It was a common feeling in which Voracitos heeded no attention and would eventually pardon Apparatus for. Right now there where more pressing matters at hand. He had easily sensed the approaching Isley, and thus expected Haliks attack as soon as the traitorous words escaped from the other Darth, whom he presumed had a mouth behind the crimson mask. The well aimed shots to his legs were easily countered as Voracitos mentally heaved his weight quickly out of the way behind his Throne, of which he threw at the flying Mandalorian. Firmly planted into the ground, he began a horrendous act, draining the life force out of everyone not defending against it, increasing his power until their eventual death. Apparatus would be likely unaffected, but soon the Mandalorians and all his slaves would die, each one wracked with a force induced plague, of which he had no intention of healing. Bearing his teeth in a ghastly hiss, Voracitos heaved his arm forward, proceeding to electrocute any directly in front of him. He heeded Apparatus no attention at all until the Darth were to attempt to strike Voracitos. He was very pleased to see however that the ground beneath him was indented harshly, revealing this Darth's massive weight, truly demonstrating the impossibility of how a fat man of his size could be so agile, and thus demonstrating his strength in the force. He did note however that the particular jump drained quite a bit, upset by this news along side his delights of it.

"Through the Darkside, I feast on you souls!" The Darth cackled with a wheeze, harboring a heinous smile, illuminated by the purplish blue lightning arcing through his fingertips.

 

[Darth Metus]

Isley did not even bother taking a moment to respond to the command of his senior: as soon as the order was given to him, he reacted as swiftly as his youthful frame would allow him. He quickly grabbed the girl, who went from crying to utterly wailing in surprise when the currently-cloaked Mandalorian tossed her underneath his arm, and activated his jet back in order to get them as far away from the confrontation as possible. At this moment, Halik had just initiated his firs blaster shot and Isley had shot several yards into the air, with the girl kicking and screaming the whole while. He quickly adjusted the heading of his thrusters and rocketed off in the direction of his ship just as the obese Sith threw his throne in Halik's direction; and thereby avoiding the plague of death that would subsequently be unleashed only moments prior to their escape.

"LET ME GO!" The girl screamed, pounding against his invisible chestplate. Isley rolled his eyes and contemplated why in the world Halik would order him to grab this girl?! Was she in some way related to the mission? Or did...Halik not think that he was skilled enough to stand against a Sith...The latter of his thoughts infuriated him, and as youth often do, he was about to take his frustrations out upon the closest thing to him: the girl. Just as they came within view of the landing pad where his ship was located, Isley deactivated his cloaking device and initiated its cooldown sequence. He cast an ugly look at the girl, thankfully obscured by his helmet, and spoke in the most restrained tone he could muster.

"For some reason, my senior ordered that I save you. So I did. I don't know why, nor do I care. When we get to my ship, you stay put. UNDERSTAND?!"

The girl, horrifically frightened still, stammered an affirmation and nodded her head yes. With that exchange being said and done, the young Mandalorian came to a landing before his ship and admitted them both within, fuming, He radioed Halik once more, making it brief as he didn't know the situation, and awaited a response.

"I've got the girl and am in my ship. Orders?"

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Evidently the force could make a fat and gross being into a far more nimble figure. But Halik did not really miss much of a beat. With a small move he pushed his jetpack a bit harder and pushed out of the attack arc of the throne. However, that was not all he did. With a push of a button on his wrist the dart that he had shot at the ground exploded. The metal surface of the ground ripped apart creating shrapnel to go with the conflagration generated from the explosive dart. It would be his obvious hope that somehow this would injure the Sith. It he had been dealing with a non-force user he would have expected it to do that very thing. However, that just was not the situation, so he at least hoped it would keep the obese one somewhat off balance.

He mostly put off the words of Isley that came to him over the comm system in his helmet. Intelligence was important and if he were going to not survive this fight then at least one Mandalorian needed to be able to report back to the home sector about the Sith activity in Hutt space. Then again, with a few relays he could send the information taken in visual form by his helmet to his ship and then back to Mandalorian space, but that took time set apart from the fight that he did not intend to engage in. He was feeling a strange drain on his being though, one that he did not quite understand. As one well accustomed to the limits of his body and well aware of how much fatigue he should be feeling he assumed it was another kind of Force attack upon him. This is tiresome, he thought in both meanings.

However, he knew a thing or two about how using the Force worked. It required focus, without a proper amount of focus it would be pointless to try and use it. Rumor was that people had, practically speaking, severed themselves from the Force by over using hallucinogenics and this theory had been tested to some extent in large conflicts with Sith. It seemed to have some level of truth behind it. With a push on his wrist pad he primed some more darts, a different kind though. Not explosive however. With a quick stop his jetpacks halted from use just for a moment. From his left wrist shot a dart, while he shot away with his blaster in the right hand. Mostly cover and distracting fire from the dart. His jetpack activated again though, and he burst back in the direction he had been going. As he circled he moved his leg in such a way to activate a knee mounted launcher of another such dart. These were darts loaded with a strong hallucinogen. Ideally, they would inject it into the bloodstream upon impact. But they could be caused to burst, but the effectiveness was significantly decreased with that kind of use.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

The Fat man insanely chuckled, seeing the darts meters away. He utterly crushed them with his mind, with a look, the dart and everything in it collapsed into a point of almost nothing, and then shot them into several fleeing individuals, seemingly at random. Now that they were drugged, it didn't matter what species or mental strength they had, his Mental Domination altered their hallucinations, painting his targets with their enemies that simply could not be ignored, and to solidify his control he altered his own image into the most despicable creature the particular individual could do nothing but fear the most.

"Kill them all!!!" He screamed with laughter, and utter sadistic joy, his heinous voice becoming a hellish echo. He laughed harder. He was enjoying himself quite well, nearly forgetting the fact he had a meeting to attend to, and thus silently delved into a battle meditation, concentrating on the speeders, and objects around him, beginning to manipulate them for one huge heave. It would bury them alive in ruble, while he walked away. His outburst of laughter never ceased, only a light chuckle now while he distracted the Mandalorian with small heaves, hefting a speeder or two at him, before the one big push that would undoubtedly crush them. He felt a slight moistness fall from his nose, and felt the strain it was causing his body, stretching and cracking the skin upon his face to reveal his true, even more hideous existence of the Dark Side. His concentration was near maximum, and an ugly grin beset his face wile an even more vile sluggish tongue smacked his lips in utter enjoyment. The weight of the Force around him was palpable, just as his own massive weight was visible, and appeared to be increasing. It was time for them to die!

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Uh... yeap. It was definitely time to vacate the area. The Sith was getting a little bit too insane. To the point where he was rather uncomfortable with the fight. When small objects started flying towards him, he knew it was not the time to be staying around. Once a Sith started throwing lots of stuff around, it was time to get out of the area. Vacate and get out of the field of attack. Kicking up his jetpacks movement speed, he decided to no longer keep himself roughly at ground level and decided to move up. At least from a higher point he could more effectively dodge out of the attacks of a flying object. But he did not really intend to hang around.

Cycling through his wrist projectile options while he fired down at the Sith Lord, he primed the small missile and shot it down at his opponent. Objects were flying all over the place at this point, surely the Sith Lord would block the projectile with one of those, but Halik was not too concerned with that option. If that came to pass then the debris would not only provide cover from the Lord's field of view, but also might rain down upon him. Not really what he expected, but alas. Halik was done with this fight. He shifted his movement once the wrist missile was launched, with the shift he was now heading over a building and out of a range of attack.

Over the comm system he decided to finally send a request to Isley. "Come pick me up with your shuttle. Be ready to fire upon anything that weighs over four hundred pounds." Even though the Lord was fat, he was a Sith and they had a nifty ability to be far more mobile than a being should be without the aid of cybernetics or technology.

 

[Darth Metus]

That was it, the show was over. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge. Isley slid into the pilot's seat just as Halik's voice came over the radio in response. The youth, without any delay, swiftly set his fingers on a dance across the ship's main console, bringing the vessel to life. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the chair beside him, in a completely rude manner, wordlessly demanding the female Halik had ordered him to bring aboard to sit down and strap in. She obeyed, and Isley directed his BR-0117 into the air.

"On my way, meet me at two hundred feet. I'll have the back door open. This'll be tight...."

Isley then keyed in the command upon the ship's console to activate its built in cloaking device. Like a charm, the device worked to hide the vessel from the view of the naked eye, and the young Mandalorian gunned the throttle. In less than thirty seconds, the BR-0117 had traversed the distance from the landing pad to the scene of the conflict. The young Mandalorian then activated the targeting systems, being exceptionally careful not to accidentally aim at his senior-comrade, and unleashed the full fury of his vessel's laser cannons. The bursts rained down upon the fat Sith's immediate vicinity in particular, attempting to blow him to kingdom come.

As promised, Isley threw a switch and the back door of the vessel opened. Though hidden from view, Halik would have no trouble seeing the vessel, via his scanners, and could easily get inside. Once within, they would get off-world as swiftly as possible; Isley was already warming up the Hyperdrive for an immediate jump the moment they left atmo..

 

[Darth Voracitos]

A look of legitimate surprise lit up the Darth's Face. Today he had done something that normally he would never do. Why am I fighting? He asked himself as in slow motion blaster fire began to fire at him rapidly. It broke nearly all his concentration, but whatever little was left he regained control. You damn old fool, because you are Sith! He screamed at himself within his thoughts. With a mighty, and lengthy yell, he heaved his realm of control at the ship. Many hundreds, if not thousands of kilograms of debris, rubble, vehicles, and the occasional person were ripped apart as they flew unwillingly very rapidly into the fire and flight path of the descending ship. Struck now with even more anger because of his almost-failure, he unleashed a short lived torrent of lightning upon the storm of debris, before his next act of power and greed began.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" He yelled with a shake of his head, as he groaned with the weight of the force on top of him while he once again strained for control, attempting to grab hold of the fleeing ship. He could hear it strain to escape, it would be but mere moments before more fire descended upon him to break his concentration, so he got busy, and began ripping apart the cockpit, to tear the girl out of their grip. He sent a mental attack to them both, to distract the pilot as he once again stole the girl. If he couldn't have her though, they would find a very bloody scene in her place, jumping off to hyperspace.