Hunting in the Dark.

[Riamah]

Though [member="Drogh"] and [member="BX-3435"] had done well to hide, Ra had followed them and was watching the alleyway entrance for them to exit. There was only one way out of the one they picked. It dead ended not much further in, but there were ladders on the sides of the buildings that surrounded them, so she would have to watch above her as well as where she already was.

Ra did not see them kill the rodian or know SHE was going to be their new target.

Pretending to look at merchandise, Ra waited patiently for her prey to come out of the alley.

 

[Blank]

Blank had heard the fired blasters from a far, as well as the other glimpses and hints of violence and crime. That was all he needed to rush towards the source of the sounds, but all he found there was a corpse on the ground. Rage began to build up inside of him as he looked down on the lifeless body in front of him. He had been to late. Again. Another live he hadn't been able to save, another light swallowed by the darkness of the galaxy. Someone would pay for that.

The sound of footsteps moving out of the ally was all he needed as hint. However had done this was one the run already. For just a moment he lowered himself to the ground, his right hand placed on the chest of the dead alien, and under his helmet he could feel a tear run down his face.

"I'm sorry. I was to slow to save you. But there will be justice for your death."

With a cold hate he rose to his full height again, falling into a run to followed the sound steps in the distance. Whoever had done this would be deliver justice. And in Blank's case justice meant vengeance.

@Ra'a'mah
[member="Drogh"]
[member="BX-3435"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh felt some thing, he sensed some thing. It was her, she was near. A cruel, twisted smile began to grow on Drogh's face. This was strange, never before had Drogh taken such a delight in wanting some one to suffer, usually it was him suffering, but the chance to conflict pain on some one else, lighten Drogh's mood considerably. He sensed, easily, though what he might call the force, she was also sensitive, like a white light in a hall of darkness, yet she was trying to hide, a pathetic attempt on her part. Drogh began to walk towards the girl, he did not walk with the elegance or speed, as if Drogh wanted to avoid being seen by the world, Drogh instead walked like he was some sort coming doom, a cloud of darkness to cover all that stood in his way. Almost like an animal to make him self look larger to scare off predators, Drogh was doing some what the same, his steps were slow and calculated. A quick rush would in turn create a quick reaction, and the arrival of the authorities put more weight down on Drogh, Drogh depsite not actually seeing her, almost knew exactly where she was, and where she was "hiding."


[member="Blank"]

@Ra'a'mah

[member="BX-3435"]

 

[BX-3435]

BX-3435 looked over at Drogh as he began to move through the crowd, as if guided by some invisible pull or internal compass. Knowing almost nothing of the force and its mysteries, except that it sometimes led or warned those sensitive to it, the droid defaulted to its basic guard program and followed behind by a few steps--enough not to get left behind, but not too much as to appear in league.

Glancing back at the alley were the Rodian's body lay, it noticed a figure--the body had been found and now, more than ever, was a good moment to erase ties and hope to not be connected.

[member="Drogh"]
@Ra'a'mah
[member="Blank"]

 

[Riamah]

Oh fudge nuggets!
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Ra thought to herself when she saw [member="Drogh"] heading almost directly at her. How the hell could he know where she was hiding! She tried to shrink into a smaller figure than she already was, but found that impossible. Looking around her and trying to find a way to avoid fighting him here. She set down the item she was looking at to pick up something heavier.

"You may want to sound some sort of alarm and get the authorities here quickly. There is something bad that's going to happen."

Changing her mind on the heavy item, she set it down again in favor of using her new blaster or her knives.

She also watches as [member="BX-3435"] falls in behind and wonders what it is up to and how they came to be working together. The figure following them, Ra did not notice while she was trying to think her way out of the situation.

[member="Blank"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh began to creep forward, fear that he was so used too had suddenly faded, Drogh felt powerful, strong, the force was starting to be more malleable. Drogh could feel it, it's dark talons gripping into Drogh, the power he felt was amazing, a feeling that he had never experienced, not in along time. Yet in his brief moment of happiness, it was stolen from him almost as soon as it came, those two plaguing voices came back, Drogh had been without them for awhile, it was almost odd having them back, but the suffering continued.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her!" one voice yelled at him, as if it was right next to his ear, drumming away at the deathly screams. Another, more of a shrill whisper but still as clear said "Run, Run!" These two conflicting voices never did go away did they? Remaining a constant headache, yet Drogh was so powerful, how could he run now? Yet attacking her, with all these people was risky, but Drogh hated this girl. Drogh wasn't entirely sure why he hated her, but her presence disgusted Drogh, everything about her he hated, and a aura around here, a dome of light Drogh so desperately wanted a put out, he wasn't going to run, not today, not now. She HAD to die, she needed to die, she must die!

Drogh turned to a fast pace run, faster the he had been before, he rushed at her with a hate, with speed. She was not hard to see, all Drogh saw was a confused looking girl and she would die. Drogh got out his viro-knife, making a leap at her, intending on stabbing her right in the heart.

@Ra'a'mah

[member="BX-3435"]

[member="Blank"]

 

[Riamah]

Ra watched as [member="Drogh"] slowly krept forward, something was different about him this time, but she couldn't figure it out.

Dashing around a corner to another vendor, she saw it contained toys for children and grabbed a bag of marbles off the table. She opened it quickly and tossed the bag on the ground, hoping to trip him up before he reached her.

Instead of tripping on them, he lept over the mess of balls and was coming at her with a knife. Quickly opening herself, she allowed the Force to flow into her and guide her movements. He missed hitting her in the chest, but his knife caught the edge of her cloak. The weaving on it prevented it from tearing and she escaped from death this time.

Total escape was fruitless as when she came up from getting away from Drogh's knife, she found herself face to face with additional security of the bizarre. Hoping to use them as a shield, Ra dashed behind the closest two.

[member="BX-3435"] [member="Blank"]
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[Drogh]

Drogh missed, Drogh missed, Drogh missed, Drogh missed,Drogh missed, DROGH MISSED.


Drogh had missed, there and then, his fear had gone. It was replaced with a unending,. unyielding, irrational and burning rage. The small dark voice that whispered cowardly voice was all but mute as the sound of screaming erupted in Drogh's head, a burning headache clenched Drogh, he felt as if his brain was being burnt within. The darkside could be felt, almost as if it could be touched, smelt and seen, Drogh had finally broken though his barrier of pain and fear. He didn't know what had happened, or how it got to this point but that didn't matter anymore, the money, the hostage that didn't matter any more, the story had changed, the goals had been blurred and replaced with some thing else. All his anger and hate had been released on this girl alone, perhaps he simply needed some thing to scream at, and Drogh had found the perfect victim of his hate.

Drogh stampeded towards her, he cared not for grace, smashing into people like they were glass, shattering them as he moved forward. Drogh was breathing heavily, his breath deep and hollow, he felt the rush of blood fly around his body, his heart pound like a drum, this feeling was, horrible but addictive. Drogh didn't want this to end, this hate was almost perfect, for once in his life Drogh finally felt alive, felt like he was achieving some thing, felt like he was getting some where. When Drogh was confronted with two men, perhaps from the police force perhaps not, he reached out with the force and sent them flying into the crowd, this would no doubt cause chaos, but who cared anymore?

As he finally came towards her again, Drogh with all his might, anger and rage reached out into the force, trying his hardest to see that girl choke.

@Ra'a'mah
[member="BX-3435"]

[member="Blank"]

 

[BX-3435]

BX-3435 observed the events impassively: his commander's sudden irrationality and subsequent rampage; the girl's close brush with termination, and hurried escape; the general chaos befalling unwitting spectators of attempted murder--its circuits largely apathetic to the nature of such intense emotions--to rage, to fright, and to panic, emotions it had never felt and could only sparsely compare to the inherent no-fail determination behind mission orders and the pseudo-instinctual drive of self-preservation programming. But, for a moment, for a fraction of a second, it felt out of place, taking part in something as sacred as combat between two organic beings, whose fear of death gave their lives greater meaning.

BX-3435 circuits sparked in their casings, lines and glitched imaging flashing up and across its view plate before disappearing as suddenly as they had shown. Just a glitch, an electrical malfunction somewhere. Shaking off the interruption and placing 'systems-check' in its queue of mission directives, it snapped back to its primary objective: [capture the girl]. Its hesitation, its inactivity, had stood in the way of completing its objective; by extension, it had failed its commander; but its program told it that failure was not an option, would never be an option. Its programs moved to correct.

It stepped to the side, moving past the newly arrived authorities with such mechanical determination that one might mistake it to be divinely intended to go along on its way--as if interrupting it would endanger some supernal purpose beyond the observer's true understanding. It would not fail again.

[member="Drogh"]
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@Blank

 

[Riamah]

Ra watched in horror as the two guards she was trying to hide behind were picked up and throw by @Drogh. He stopped in his walk and she could now sense he could use the Force as well. She felt him pulling it into him and knew he was about to do something. Not one to sit around in front of an oncoming vehicle, Ra ran away.

In front of her were stalls, vendors and rafters above them. Reaching into the Force again herself, she ran, allowing it to flow through her. It assisted her in gaining enough lift to propel her body up to a nearby rafter. They all interconnected and lead from the middle of the room out. Jumping as fast as she could, Ra made her way to outer edge. There she dropped down and ran out the door. Leaving the bizarre behind and knowing she would meet Drogh again someday.

[member="BX-3435"] [member="Blank"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh paused, his chase broke and his sanity began to creep it's way back up into his mind. Before he knew it, Drogh was narrowly avoiding stun shots from the authorities, and then lethal blaster shots being fired right at him. This happened all so quickly, his mind destroying it's self, the chance to kill the girl gone and now he must face the consequence of his actions, the authorities. Weaving his way like a thread around the vendors and people as shots ringed out from all directions, at this point Drogh desperately needed his droid and a way out of here, this was getting desperate, very desperate very quickly. His irrational outburst of rage and anger had failed him, not only did he loose the girl but now the authorities were after him, Drogh knew he had to some how outrun the authorities.


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[member="BX-3435"]

 

[BX-3435]

BX-3435 picked up a change in the posture of Drogh; it turned and registered that Drogh had appeared to regain his composure, but was now dodging the stun blasts and laser bolts of the authorities. It set mission: [find the girl] aside, noting that mission parameter: [protect the commander] was priority and moved to help. It shot a few bolts of its own into the now messy engagement, moreso to pin down the opposing forces than to strike lethal blows, and looked for an alternative to fighting such a large group of foes.
There! A pipe of some kind, probably exhaust. Its sensors registered a hot temperature. It knew that breaking the pipe would likely fill the area with steam and give them the chance to escape. It surged past anyone in its way, sunk its blade into the pipe's material and pried open a medium hole. The hot vapor rushed from the pipe and spilled into the bazaar, heating the metal of its hands but cooling and expanding quickly. Hopefully, Drogh would use the cover to make an escape.

[member="Drogh"]
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[member="Blank"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh saw a cloud of steam cover his escape, this was perfect, Drogh didn't know how or why this happened, but it didn't matter. Drogh did however wonder where his droid was, this job may have failed but there were many more 'schemes' that Drogh could come up with, Drogh hoped that the droid would follow his new 'master', it had proven to be very useful, however duo to Drogh's foolishness, and frankly idiotic behavior, the girl had gotten away and now a chase would have to occur, Drogh was struck between waiting for his droid or flee, yet in that darkness he did see the metallic body shine though the smoke, in a act of rashness, Drogh ran towards the droid.

[member="BX-3435"]

 

[BX-3435]

BX-3435 looked up from its handiwork as Drogh emerged from the dense fog, its head tilting in the silent questioning: What now?
Would they attempt to find the girl or go after different prey? Would they continue along the kidnapping route or try something else? Though, it supposed as the sound of the authorities' shouting cut through the smoke, maybe Where to from here? was the more appropriate, more immediate question. After all, they had all the time in the world to consider the next move--ideally, not from a jail cell.

[member="Drogh"]
@Ra'a'mah