Gold Guns Girls (Chevu Visz vs Coren Starchaser)

[Chevu Visz]

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Location: Zygerria

It was a mission that was probably doomed from the start, but at least it could be said that their intentions were good. It began like any other Alliance mission; master and student were eliminating a Zygerrian slave ring. They’d done this sort of thing before, like on Gos Hutta, when Chevu Visz had disguised herself as a slave girl in order to gain access to the slaving operation’s command center. A few mind tricks on a few guards later, and she let [member="Coren Starchaser"] in.

To her dismay, Chevu once again found herself in a ridiculous outfit that left little to the imagination.

How it got botched Force only knew, but at the end of it, there were over three dozen dead, some of them, not innocent, but less guilty than the slavers themselves. The slaves had been freed, but there was no one left to question or arrest. Just...bodies.

Chevu was pissed. It wasn’t supposed to turn into a total massacre, and the intel they would have gotten from the captured slavers would have allowed them to infiltrate other rings or put other buyers of human and near-human stock behind bars. It was an utter waste. What was she supposed to tell Master Omai when she did a post-mortem with him on Sullust? She could hear the Grand Marshal now: "Thank you for the report Knight Visz, we'll see about re-instating your Marshal rank next year, perhaps."

Chevu’s barefeet slapped hard on the stone floor as she ran up to Coren, eyes narrowed with rage and upper lip curled in a snarl. Stumbling, she almost tripped over the body of a purple Rodian with his head opened up like a ripe melon. The Force was a raging storm around her, a swelling sea, brimming with her angry emotions. The Mirialan was dangerously close to using the dark side like she’d done on Alaris Prime, but her energy teetered right on the edge. She wasn’t there yet.

“What the frell, Coren!?”

Had he been drinking again?

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Dealing with his apprentice since she had come back from leave, a leave he’d prefer to discuss, thanks, was anything but normal. Granted, the pair had a tried and overly tested relationship since she showed up. Sent by some Sullustan that Coren didn’t know, to teach her in the Force, a thing he barely liked to use himself. Still, the help on some of his missions was nice. Being a Commander allowed him to pick multiple missions and run them at his own pace. Tyrene was dispatched whenever he needed her, but typically it was one of his smaller ships.

Military protocol was different than investigative protocol, and the Tiburons followed the former, where the Hounds, the latter. And with Coren being the leader of the Tiburons, he knew a few different things. It was better to shoot first than risk being the one hit. And people who were firing at members of the Alliance? Well, that put them in the crosshairs of the Starchaser. He wasn’t normally this reckless, but with so many innocents, slaves, having their freedoms stolen, being abused in nearly the worst way, he was firing first, checking for answers second.

He could feel the warning signs in his apprentice once again, before she even approached him. “Calm down, Chevu.” Yes, Coren was a radical, but he didn’t see what he did here was wrong, the slaves were fine. It was buyers, sellers and capturers that lay dead, blaster bolts and there was one who was half through a wall.

Turning to face his student, he took a step back. The Force finding him as he prepared to take her down once more. What had the Wrath done to her?

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

"Calm down?!" Chevu growled. Her eyes were black lakes as she glared at Coren.

Wasn't the phrase "calm down" on the galactic top ten list of things you shouldn't say to an angry woman? If it wasn't, it should be.

"CALM?! DOWN!?"

The young Mirialan waved her arms around, metal cuffs jingling like wind chimes, as she gestured at the bloody carnage all around them.

"You killed everyone! We're the good guys, remember? It might be nice if, you know...we act like it!"

She didn't get dressed up in this ridiculous outfit, parading around half-naked for Chagrians and Trandoshans only to have no one to interrogate at the end of this. She'd even given a handsy Bothan a lap dance. It was humiliating, and for what? Chevu grunted in frustration and whirled her head in the direction of a large urn. Using the Force she picked it up, levitating it slowly, then fueled by blind rage, she hurled it at Starchaser with the strength of a gale.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

As was typical for the Starchaser, Coren was doing his best to try to not blow things out of proportion. The foes were down, and the man, dressed much more spacer than military or space mystic warrior, adjusted his jacket as he all but admired his handiwork. Those were some good pistol shots, even if, okay, maybe a few too many. But this was a war, a war for freedom and the rights of beings everywhere. Coren was firmly against a lot of things, even if he didn’t handle it the best of ways. One thing? People stealing the freedom from others. Slaves, converting whole planets into sithspawn, however it arose.

And maybe it was because Coren wasn’t sleeping with Chevu – Gabriel had that on lock – that he didn’t think telling his student to calm down, was a bad move. She was edging again, and in the worst of ways. He could feel the slip, and she was on too steep of a slope.

“I killed the ones shooting at us, shooting at you! They’re dead, we’re alive, I’d say we did the job accurate. We stopped the slavers, we’ll find th---” The urn was coming at him and he lifted his hand, the shield from the amulet he wore blinking to take the majority of assault before he threw his hand up, launching a blast of the Force meant to knock her back, and possibly fill her body with a blast of electrical current.

Nothing harmful, but enough to pull her muscles into a convulsion.

“You’re slipping. Tighten up! Or was that something else the Wrath did to you?”

Now he was throwing poison. Sure, if she didn’t want to be treated like a scarlet letter, she should probably establish where her loyalties lie.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Onyx eyes flashed as she watched the urn shatter against an invisible shield.

"Oh that was a low blow, Starchaser. But what should I expect from a nerf-herding--"

The blast of the Force sent the Mirialan flying backwards, sprawling into a pile of dead slavers. Ow. Her body tingling from the shock, Chevu scrambled to her feet, but didn't stay upright for long. The floor was slick with blood and her barefoot slipped, throwing her way off balance. She humbly landed right on her barely-covered rear end. Sithspit. Now she was even more infuriated.

She hoped that Coren got a kick out of the pratfall because he wouldn't be laughing in a minute.

Crawling on the floor amid the cadavers, she bllinked as she spied something glinting in a holster, and without thinking, grabbed the weapon. She rose to one knee and running on pure adrenaline, fired the slaver's pistol, aiming for his chest.

Luckily, the blaster was full of stun bolts. Not that she stopped to check.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

One thing that the Warden of the Sky training did teach him, were two forms of martial arts. Yes, they weren’t useful when it came to a lightsaber, but one was used to slow an opponent you didn’t want to injure, and the other was to quickly disable a foe. Very clearly, Coren Starchaser was electing to use the former on his apprentice. What were these mood swings with her coming to the dark?

Was he wrong in the way he handled things? No, they were pirates. Bad guys need to die, and Coren wasn’t going to split the hairs when it came to the how. He had knocked her down on her back and that was good enough for him, he made his way closer to her, lightsaber dangling from his hip, pistol in the holster under his jacket.

There wasn’t a time to talk, Coren wasn’t about to apply some sort of Form Zero garbage at his apprentice. No, he was going to put her down, tie her up and make her see the errors of her way. Maybe he was wrong here, he could admit that, but right now? It wasn’t even worth bringing up.

But he didn’t sense, because he wasn’t trying to, the fact that she had grabbed a blaster. The stunbolt found purchase in his shoulder, and he had barely gotten the Force surrounding him as the blast hit him. Passing by his shield, he wasn’t expecting the hit, and his right arm was now out. Some of the energy translated but not much.

Pins and needles.

He reached his left hand up as he made his way closer to his apprentice, the cybernetic arm grabbing the barrel of the pistol and wrenching it, from her grasp.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Unlike Coren, Chevu did not have her lightsaber on her. There was little room in her meager outfit for the concealment of any weapons, save for a very small syringe filled with Tranqarest, taped to her chest in the middle of her green-skinned cleavage. It was nestled there in case someone slapped a Force containment collar on her. Just an emergency measure.

This counted as an emergency right?

The stun bolt hit him, and his right arm fell limp. Oh right. His cyberarm. Wait, was that the right one or the left? Didn't matter. She got a hit. The corner of her mouth turned up in a smug half-smile. Still kneeling on the floor, Chevu watched as Coren advanced on her. She waited until he got closer, crouching like a cat. When he reached out to grab the pistol with his good hand, she let him take it, but shoved a green-skinned hand down the front of her bodysuit and pulled out the syringe.

With one swift movement, the Mirialn brought the needle down towards his lean muscled forearm, aiming to fill him with one of the most powerful sedatives in the galaxy.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was focused, he was ready, and could probably do just about anything he had learned from the Force, his reserves were brimming with the adrenaline. The way she fought, the way she was acting, the way this whole situation went down. Two things Coren typically wanted to do after a fight was eat, and the other could easily be replaced with ‘fight some more.’ He was a soldier, and he forgot how much he actually loved it.

And that made him dangerous.

With the blaster wrenched from her hand, he tossed it to the side, out of her reach. He didn’t even register her next move. Where was she getting a syringe? He felt the need into his cybernetic arm, the transhumanist grunted, and his body started to alert that there was something going on in his system. And this was the official reminder to submit an implant for Coren to understand what his body was doing by way of toxins.

He knew he wasn’t going to have much time and was pulling the Force around him, and into him, the power of absorption hopefully working to filter that toxin like charcoal. But first he was needing to stop her. Clenching his right hand, the one that was feel like pins and needles, and starting to get control again, he aimed an awkward elbow to her jaw-neck region.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Coren's elbow connected with her jaw and violently snapped her head backwards with a crack. The Mirialan was stunned for a moment as her entire consciousness flared with pain. Then Chevu got her bearings and sprang into action. Distance. She needed to get the feth away from him. He was too close to fight unarmed and unarmored, and she'd already played her wild card. The Tranquarest would be hitting his system soon, she hoped. She just needed to hold him off until then.

In the meantime, she began to use the Force to reach into his body and throw off his balance, kark with his digestive system and his vestibular balance. If he succumbed to her Malacia, her master would begin to feel dizzy and nauseated. If he didn't stop her from channeling the power, he might even feint or retch up his lunch.

In the meantime, Chevu would begin to scramble backwards, sliding across the blood-spattered stone, long green-skinned legs kicking out towards him, desperate to get away.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He found purchase in her jaw, good.

He found purchase in her jaw, bad.

He needed to stop her from coming at him, in order to fight off the whatever she put in his body. The arm was cybernetic and it wasn’t going to link into his bloodstream so easily, but it was going to set fire to the nerve endings in his arm. She knew a few things, probably learned it from some job or another, good. The Mirialan was adapting, changing her techniques, not only using instruction from Coren.

The flesh arm, the one that took the mitigated stun bolt was tingling. He shook his head. Ever slap an ‘asleep’ limb against a wall? Yeah, that was what he was dealing with. But it wasn’t all he was dealing with, the way his stomach was turning, he knew what his student was doing. The one thing about fighting the person who trained you? They knew most of your tricks.

Pulling the Force to him, his tingling right arm was thrown forward, a blast of cackling electricity again, not enough to harm, but to send jolts into her very being that should disrupt her using the Force, he wasn’t here to harm her, merely take her down.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Her jaw sang with pain as Chevu continued to scramble backwards. She pushed herself up to her feet, stained with alien blood. There was a look in Coren's face. He was a little green around the gills; the Malacia was working. Good. There were also tiny sparks of electricity threading around his arm. Not good.

Her feet moved almost involuntarily as she back pedaled away from him, shaking her head from side to side.

"Stop!" she said, eyes glassy with panic, but it was too late. She was hit with his shock, and the volts caused her unarmored body to seize and convulse for a nanosecond. With a sharp cry, Chevu stopped channeling the power, but unlike the time he'd used it to get her to stop using the dark side, she didn't fall.

Fething hell. She really needed a weapon.

In desperation, her eyes darted around and stopped on his lightsaber hilt. The Knight redirected her power into a Force Pull aimed at Coren's lightsaber in an attempt to pull the hilt right off his gear belt.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren may not be as varied in the Force as many of his counterparts and contemporaries, but one thing was the for certain, he knew what he was doing with the skills he did have. How the powers worked and how they could be layered to one another. The electric shock that was covering his arm wasn’t unlike the dark side when they used lightning, but this was not designed to kill, it was designed to stun, or stop, and stall. That was how he worked.

The man was a dexterity kite with the ability to slow a battle down, and wait for back up.

There was going to be no back up here.

His attacks were warranted, this was his student and frak if he was going to let her fall, if he was going to let her do anything that wasn’t what she needed to do, what she needed to learn. He wasn’t taking joy in this, but it must be done. He watched, feeling her reach for his saber. What was in her mind?

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Coren's lightsaber zipped into her hand, and Chevu wrapped her green fingers around the hilt. The blade was ignited with a snap-hiss and, flowing like a river, the Mirialan took on the opening battle stance of Soresu. Running on pure adrenaline and instinct, Chevu was barely aware of what she was doing. She blinked in confusion. Why was she fighting her Master again? They were on the same team. What was it about Coren that brought out the worst in her?

Their relationship was as tense as a wire, and that wire had snapped. She took a deep breath, exerting control over her rage. Twirling her saber once, she smiled at him, pointing at him with her off-hand, palm facing upwards. She was enjoying the fight. It seemed like he was too.

"Give me what you've got, Starchaser," she said, more playfully. If he wanted to keep it up, good.

If not, she would relent.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

His saber, right, that was smart of her. But it didn’t dampen Coren’s ability. For him the saber was an honor to carry, just for the title, so people knew what to expect. The spacer was much more of a blaster kind of man than anything. Even without his cortosis weave armor, he wasn’t too concerned. Tossing his blaster to the side, he got to his feet, willing the Force around him, willing to cure up his arm as he looked to Chevu.

“You’re not going to win.” He looked at her, barely dressed and using a saber that was intrinsically, even from its damned alloy, Coren Starchaser’s. There was a grin, a dark grin on his face.

“Bring it on.” Hands were up, legs apart, he was going to let her make the first move, but he was not backing down.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu tipped her gaze downward at her own scantily clad form, and felt a slow blush creep up over her face. She felt the green apples of her cheeks turn red. Oh yeah, she was half-naked in a skin-tight bodysuit. Well, blast it, she'd fought in a bikini before on Gos Hutta, she could fight in this scrap of fabric called an outfit.

The way Coren was looking at her, that dark grin. It did things to her, things she wasn't sure she liked. Or maybe she liked them too much. Either way, she caught a glint of appreciation in his Starchaser blue eyes, and she flashed him a rare smile. She could feel the Force shimmering around him. He was charging up an attack, no doubt one of those crazy wormhole things that he liked to do. She was reminded of Alaris Prime when he'd told her that she wasn't ready to learn from the Aing Tii monks.

Don't just cry about it. Show him, Chevu. Show him you're worthy.

Without a word she launched herself at him, lunging forward with his own orange blade, in a short, sharp strike, something between an offensive Makashi and Ataru attack. The saber was on a lower setting, but if her blow connected, it could give him a nasty burn.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Focused. That situational awareness he had as a pilot adjusted for when he was on the ground. It wasn’t quite the same as a starfighter, but he was filling the room with his adrenaline charged watchfulness. He knew what was here, what was around, and where it all could be used. He saw the chairs, the tables, the pipes from the slave caves, and chains to move the ‘merchandise’ as that Rodian had called it.

Blue eyes surveyed what he saw and knew that there was probably a way he could apply a skill that Chevu and he had learned together, but that was if it came to it, and for Coren, martial arts with a weapon were a bit of a reach, still, having something with reach, say, a staff, would be nice for him. But not yet. His eyes continued to watch the room, and take in his opponent. Slim, tall, barely dressed, yeah, it was her idea to come after these people and put herself in the outfit, the fact that she was now coming after him? To what, stop him from righting the wrongs of the galaxy in his way? That had him a bit nervous.

They were master and student, should work together in the best ways.

Coren had an understanding of Djem So and Shien, and knew how to use his foe’s abilities against her. And in this case, against his own student. As she came at him, he side stepped, and rolled so he was behind her now. Feth, nothing over here he could use. If she came moving towards him, there would suddenly be a chair, moved from behind him, to in front of her legs, designed to send her falling.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

One minute she was fighting Coren, and the next she was fighting...a chair. It shimmered in front of her just as the orange saber was about to connect with her master's torso. Chevu went flying into it, stumbling over it, and sprawling to the floor, arms and legs akimbo. Not the most graceful landing ever. In her head, she imagined how she'd explain it. How did you lose your spar with Coren? I, uh, tripped over a chair.

The orange saber was dislodged from her hand as the Mirialan hit the stone. A string of curses tumbled from green lips. The Knight landed on her elbow wrong and it sang out with the pain of a a possible fracture. Babying her injured arm, she struggled to gain her footing, rising slowly. Once on her feet, she turned and launched the chair at him with a burst of telekinetic power. Sit down, fether!

The flying chair would hopefully give her the time she needed to get the lightsaber back. If she could still wield it, that is.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren didn’t always fight the best, but he tried to fight smart. Keep people distracted, keep them thinking. The longer the battle went on for, the more a person could make a mistake. He might not end it right out of the gates, but the more it went on, the more dangerous he became. With the chair placed, he noticed his student fall to the floor and there was a grin on his face.

His blade fell from her hand and he needed it. Well, what he needed was for her to not have it. Getting to his feet, he made to move towards the blade, if only to lodge it somewhere she couldn’t reach. Hurrying, that was when the chair came flying at him. He could feel the shift in the Force as the chair came down at him.

Reaching out with the Force, he could feel its kinetic energy and a move to displace it was made, before it hit him, it vanished and was roughly placed behind his apprentice, to use its own energy against her.

“Is that the best you’ve got?"

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

That Fold Space thing that Coren was doing was both aggravating and inspiring, and she decided right then and there. She really wanted to learn that fething power. She watched in horror as the chair shimmered out of existence in front of her and then...

Thwack!

The Knight flew forward with a dull crack, catching the tail end of her own Force Throw. As the chair struck her, the Mirialan landed on her chin and bit her tongue so hard, she felt a warm wetness fill her mouth. With a thin rivulet of blood trailing down the side of her lips, she stayed on the ground, groaning in pain. The room swam as she rose to all fours. Perhaps it would have been smarter to simply admit defeat, but Chevu was stubborn, and Coren was goading her. A bad combination if there was one.

Chevu had to give the final boss one more shot. Using every last vestige of energy, she began to gather the Force around her, gearing up for an ever bigger attack.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

It was a comforting skill he had, the ability to make things change where they were, and with the right kinetic energy? He could do a lot with that. It was the same thing as his training with the Wardens; use your foe against themselves. They can, and will make mistakes, big ones. And you have to use their energy against them.

It was waiting for the opportune moment, for someone to pull the attention and for the others to strike in. Most of the time, Coren was part of the former team, the kites and the ones that would make the distraction, but now? Now he was having to take the strike.

When Chevu started calling the Force to her, that was when Coren ran at her, shoulder tucked to take her down at the chest, but with only enough momentum that he’d take her down, and pin her, not just plow through her.

[member="Chevu Visz"]