Hadraas: Unleashed

[Hadraas]

Korriban: Night, Camp overlooking the dark valley.

Howling and celebration of greed overwhelmed pirates and slavers voiced the atmosphere of this place, already overwhelming the sounds and cries of the nocturnal Tuk'ata, which would hunt at these hours. Deeper in the Captain would, join drinks with his men.
"To another job well done boys!"
"AYE"
His first mate would pull him aside, his face in bliss but heart in terror.
"Sir, arn't you worried about the boy escaping?"
"-And where will he go?-He needs us if he hopes to get off world...." he drinks before continuing
"But once we have all our-PREVIOUS-clients crap loaded, we won't have enough room for him....a shame."
He smirks into a laugh, a big one, raising his glass in cheers at the tall sand-stone tower sheltering itself under the moon's light behind him.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen's cloaked form would walk silently through the sands of Korriban, the boy's eyes darting from side to side as he listened to the creatures stalking him. Looking to the dark sky the young native would bask in it's glory, appreciating the planets true worth. His view would suddenly be obstructed as the tall tower appeared, being slightly visible due to the light cast by the pirate's campfire.

Stumbling forward, the teenager would struggle to keep his composure as he approached, most likely alerting any men who were keeping watch. [member="Hadraas"]

 

[Hadraas]

A Bark follows [member="Ballen-Ist"], one of the Akkdog patrol has caught him.
Its leash tugs it back as it appears to want to rip you to chow, a muscular human at its ownership end, a blaster pointed at Ballen.
"You taking a walk stranger?" He shot into the air to alert the rest he found something.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The hooded figure would stop in his tracks, looking forward at the alien dog that barked, definitely trained to do so upon finding someone, or something. Craning his neck to the left, the youth would look behind him, watching and feeling the prey slink into the shadows once more, they being slightly frightened by the flames of the campfire. A small grin would creep across the boy's face as he watched the human pull out his blaster, aiming it in his direction. "Why are you so hostile? Afraid?" He would ask, lifting his arm quickly, aiming his open palm at the hand of the pirate. The red skinned pure blood's fingers would clench together, forming a powerful fist as he reached out with his telekinesis powers, causing the firearm's barrel to crush under the extreme pressure of force energy that had gathered around it.

"I need...Water.." He would mumble, his tough boy act slowly diminishing. He had been wandering the dunes for weeks, after getting lost in a sandstorm.
[member="Hadraas"]

 

[Hadraas]

He throws the blaster away, and a blade crosses your neck. "ENOUGH!" the blade lowers and all the men who came to reinforce back away.
The Captain, a Zabrak decorated in trophies and skins, pushed through, offering you the rest of his mug of ale. "Just a traveler." the armed men seem to relax, but having you near the Captain their aim does not adjust off you. The captain rests his own slugthrower over his shoulder. "Why are you here?" he stares blank at your eyes. [member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

By the time the thug had managed to lift his blade and approach, Ballen-Ist had already drawn his saber handle, placing it's top against the man's chest. With a flick of his finger, he could activate the plasma beam, and impale the man. Though, a loud voice would bellow out from a short distance, ordering the men to back away. Looking back and forth frantically, anger would begin to build up in the boy as he noticed that he was surrounded, many blasters aimed at his position. Normally he would be able to take them out with moderate effort, however it seemed his journey had tired him greatly. Reaching forward, the boy would take hold of the mug that had been offered to him, sensing the man's mind for any lethal intent. Surely there was no poison in the drink, otherwise the Zabrak most likely wouldn't have been drinking it.

It definitely wasn't water, but it would do for now. Chugging down the strong ale, the red skinned boy would drop the cup as he finished, averting his attention towards the man who questioned him. Ominous, glowing yellow eyes would peer back, staring coldly at the pirate that attempted to intimidate him. "Lost." He spoke quietly, allowing his hand to slip beneath his cloak, concealing the metallic handle of his light saber. [member="Hadraas"]

 

[Hadraas]

"Well you're lost in the wrong direction." One of the men said, the rest mumbling in agreement. The Captain lifted his hand, and it became relaxed again.
"-But I have to agree, sir. Unless you want to buy. we've only so much cargo space to transport off this rock hm?" he motions to the Tower. "Real estate, artifacts.-Slaves?" he places a hand on his hips revealing two sabers underneath, his coat. Awaiting a response.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Give me a place to rest." The boy would speak, walking forward, aiming to pass the man in front of him that decided to flaunt his own sabers. Such an action did not intimidate the boy, for he did not desire to participate in a pissing contest at the moment. Keeping his mind sharp, Ballen-Ist would allow his mind to wander through the camp, sensing out and feeling the intentions and feelings of most around him. The black clothed figure would stop as he reached the big campfire, admiring it with his shining yellow eyes. His neck would crane around the area once more, hoping to find an unoccupied tent he could meditate within. Hopefully none of the pirates, or [member="Hadraas"] himself would act up, and cause a fight.

 

[Hadraas]

Meanwhile: Dark-Valley Tower
Hadraas's eyes open, to a force presence... he hadn't felt one since his masters demise at his own hands. He sat cross-legged at the very center of his ray-sheilded cage the pirates had left him in.
The Captain entered, the room kneeling down to Hadraas's level.
"Who is he?"
Hadraas didn't answer his yellow eyes glowing in the dark of his cell.
"You know all the sith round this planet don't you?"
It went on like this for what seemed like an hour for the Captain, before he left.
Hadraas, then reached out in the force to make [member="Ballen-Ist"] aware of his presence, another sith was good, maybe he or she knew to fly a ship.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Surveying the land, Ballen-Ist would grin, spotting a relatively flat section of sand that would most likely support a transport of some kind. A strange sensation would shoot through his mind as he turned on his heel, as if someone had called out to him mentally. The boy's casual pace would turn into a determined stride, an expression of anger painted across his face as he seeked out the Zabrakian pirate captain. Two pirates stood out front of the large tower, looking around the perimeter as if they were guarding something. Closing his eyes, Ballen-Ist would sense out the force energy that filled the tower with his mind, his legs propelling him towards the men at a rather quick pace. Their blasters would begin to lift as the dark clothed boy approached, both of his arms being able to lift first. Aiming his open palms at the pirates, the red skinned Sith would begin to project a large amount of force energy, having it travel in attempts to grasp around the thug's necks. Clenching his hand, the two that stood guard would begin to squirm under the choke hold that telekinetically held them in place, eventually falling to the ground, unconscious.

Thrusting his arm forward, the young but skilled Sith warrior would aim to ignite his saber through the door, hoping to impale the Zabrak pirate that attempted to exit through that same door way. Even if that was unsuccessful, the youth's arms would draw back, collecting a moderate amount of force energy that flowed around him, and within him. Thrusting his palms forward, Ballen-Ist would hurl forth a strong blast of telekinesis, attempting to unhinge the door and send it flying into the Zabrak within. Surely more pirates would arrive soon, so after this was attempted the pure blood would make his way to [member="Hadraas"], who appeared to be trapped in a ray shield cage. "Where are the controls?"

 

[Hadraas]

The shield dropped, he could do it himself rising into a stand as it did. Three more pirates enter the room, with the gentle lift of his hand Hadraas and put all three in a choke, a slow and painful one, as they withered away. He stepped out of the cage. "Name." It was a question in the form of a demand, he wasn't very patient after being held away for weeks in a confined space.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Know respect, or die by my hand." He spoke, feeling fully rejuvenated after relaxing for the one hour period that had taken place. This man did not frighten him, and he surely did not appreciate the way he spoke. Ballen-Ist cared little for his mood after being released, and would not hesitate to kill the man. The hooded boy examined the dark sider who stood in front of him, watching as he employed the choke hold. Simply by watching, he could tell that his telekinesis was unrefined. "You jeopardize an opportunity for yourself." Shouting and screams of anger could be heard outside, not far away from the tower's entrance. Lifting his wrist to his mouth, the red skinned Sith would begin to speak quietly, all while keeping an eye on the potential threat he had released.

[member='Hadraas']

 

[Hadraas]

"And what opportunity would that be?" Worm he thought, but he knew he couldn't fly a ship and would have to be tolerant or his savior for now. He grimaces at the pureblood, reminding him of his former master. As the choked layed out on the floor the last of the three attempted to crawl for the exit with the last of it energy, simply reaching for it softly with a hand. Hadraas stepped forward to grip with the force the last victim neck, and flicked his wrist aggressively to snap it.
He looked up to breath the fresh, death tainted air.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A scoff would escape Ballen's mouth as the boy turned from [member="Hadraas"], walking over the pile of dead bodies that had been strewn across the floor. "The Zabrak has your sabers." He would speak. Stepping over them, the duo would exit, once more amongst the presence of the empty camp. The fire still ran rampant, dancing ferociously as it burned the wood that fueled it. The light is cast illuminated the tents and bags that were scattered around it, also causing a slight reflection off of the metallic hull of the large transport ship the pirates had most likely stolen. Pivoting on his heel, the cloaked boy would walk towards the space ship, his black cape billowing in the wind as advanced. With a wave of his arm, he would utilize his telekinesis, forcing the loading ramp open, allowing him access to the ship.

The boy would not spare [member="Hadraas"] another word or look as he went to work, keeping his senses attuned to the man's presence. Entering a few codes into the communications system of the freighter, the Sith would begin to emit a transmission to any Imperial transports in the area, specifically his Lambda class Imperial shuttle. "Blast.." He would mutter, continuing to run his fingers over the touch screens of the consoles, an annoyed expression crossing his face as he realized Korriban was still controlled by the Republic.

 

[Hadraas]

"Of course he does." Hadraas followed [member="Ballen-Ist"], looking down at what he was doing. "What's up?, we aren't leaving without my sabers are we?"
"HEY!, come out or we'll blast you down" The Captain's voice was outside with all 34 of his men.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"...Bother..." He would mutter, looking up from the glowing blue hologram that had begun to project itself from the holonet table nearby. It was a holographic image of an Imperial Officer, one that seemed to be a pilot. "It'll have to wait, commandant." Ballen-Ist would speak in his slightly high pitched voice, obviously hinting a youthful identity. Most would think it weird that one as young as himself would be Sith, though it was simple a way of life for his race. Closing the transmission and deleting all traces of his work, the hooded boy would step forward, his muttering continued, "I swear I killed him." He spoke, annoyed at the current situation. Closing his eyes, the teenager would sense out the living energy that flowed within the many sentients outside, their presence being more than known.

Looking down at his belt, the boy would note the three weapons that he currently carried on his person. Two were his personal choice, he preferring to use them over anything. Reaching down towards his waist, the youth's gloved fingers would wrap around the shoto light saber's handle, pulling it from the restraints that allowed it to hang freely. Cocking his arm back, the boy would underhand toss the weapon to [member="Hadraas"], allowing him to use the blue colored saber for the time being. "There's about thirty. We should be fine." He said.

 

[Hadraas]

Chuckled "I like you." Walking outside.
The wounded Zabrak held his side, "So you freed the killer."
He points [member="Ballen-Ist"] saber at the Captain and ignites it.
"Duel."
"What?"
"If I win you let me go. If you win, Ill go back in the shield." He was sure the Captain would accept being the one who put him there.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The loading ramp's mechanics would begin to sound out to the pirates, letting dim light cast itself forward out of the ships innards. Watching [member="Hadraas"] advance on the group, Ballen-Ist couldn't help but admire the man's confidence, though his arrogance seemed to be far greater. Lowering his arm to his waist, the red skinned youth would allow his hand to wrap around the black handle of his sheathed metallic blade, pulling it from it's holster quietly as he neared the door, hiding behind the wall temporarily. The energy that surrounded the force sword was powerful, causing bolts of electricity to crackle up and down it's length. He had stored some electrical power within it's metal a long time ago, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash it.

Closing his eyes, the boy would cock his arm back, extending it forward in order to fling the blade into the air, watching as it's shining form sped upwards into the sky. The pirates would no doubt take notice of it, the blade casting a faint blue glow on the area. The darkness of night would not allow them to see whether or not anyone was holding the sword's handle, so perhaps some would even begin to shoot at it as it descended towards their location. The blade's sharp end would sink into the ground, a brief pause going underway before the discharge occurred, causing a strong current of lightning to flow across the ground the pirates stood on, electrocuting a majority of them. "They're pirates, they have no honor." He would say to Hadraas, taking note of the man's ways.

 

[Hadraas]

The shock wave took down twenty-six men, untold if they were stunned or deceased, even stunned to death.
Hadraas approved of this as he didn't plan to fight clean anyway, with the Zabrak distracted he suddenly coughed up a red smoke, as [member="Ballen-Ist"] 's saber impacted his chest, the Captain looked back to his challenger, who hadn't even changed poses, instead simply projected the Saber forward at it's target in which it remained, traded for Hadraas's mainhand saber.

As the Captain fell with a final commanding cough, Hadraas took fire and the rest attacked, igniting his Orange saber to block a first shot, and the second with a slash of his saber sending it back to its shooter, one of the brawlers slashed downward with a vibro-blade to his left, he curved over his shoulder to catch it last minute, sending a retaliatory slash upward, the blade responded well in kind, he then came back around same as the swordsman to meet blades again, locking with each other, the Pirate was older, stronger than Hadraas holding more weight behind his push against him but Hadraas was smart he didn't push to hard back against the brute, instead he only attempted to mirror the strength to balance out the lock.

"Wrong move, boys."

The swordsman thought he was winning and began to laugh, pressing harder against Hadraas's saber as if it gave him more power, as he did so Hadraas readjusted his footing to step around when he was ready, and when he was he simply 'quit' - stopping his lock on the vibro-sword by not only releasing and side-stepping -but shutting down his saber completely, causing the opponent to fall forward due to his own momentum, the short fall- a would be small mishap given the pirate's size, became his demise as Hadraas's saber immediately reignited into the flattened back of his attacker bringing it down deep passed the spine.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A grin quickly slipped over the red skinned boy's face as his tactic had succeeded, taking out the majority of the group, to his great surprise. Stepping out into plan view, Ballen-Ist's legs would arch briefly before he launched up into the air, in a powerful force jump. Lifting his legs, he would tuck them to his torso as he leaned forward, allowing his body to perform a series of frontal flips. His arms would extend however, their palms open as the young Sith began to focus on the force around his weapons, that had done their damage. The black Sith Sword-like weapon would begin to tremble in the ground, before rising up into the air, it's handle meeting with the boy's tight grip. The shoto saber that had punctured the Zabrak captain's chest would also release itself from the man's torso flesh, shooting up like a magnet into Ballen-Ist's grasp.

The pure blood's boots would slam into the sand violently, the boy having landed nearby [member="Hadraas"]. Gritting his teeth in determination, he would dart forward, engaging three opponents that were in front of him. The other three would head for Hadraas, hoping to gang up on him. Ducking low, the young Sith would attack the pirates' legs, his long sword sweeping across the air, leaving a blue trail in it's wake. The sword would slice cleanly through their flesh, causing a deep gash to the legs of the men. They would fall in pain, lifting their blasters on the ground to shoot. The red energy bolts would erupt from the barrels, travelling forth in an attempt to finish the boy. His cloaked figure would spin swiftly, moving to the side with the momentum in order to avoid one shot, it searing through his black cloak. As he rotated, the teenager would release both of his weapons, allowing them to soar forward and strike two men in the torso, finishing them off. Standing back to his full height, Ballen-Ist would simply raise his hand, aiming it at the last pirate in order to harness him with force telekinesis, his body lifting off the ground with no effort. Suddenly thrusting his arm forward, the young Sith would cause the man's body to fly violently through the air, smashing into the tower they had once been in.

"Glad that's over." He spoke, turning to see what [member="Hadraas"] had done.