In the Underworld, the Cockroach Reigns Supreme(Coruscant/Open)

[Christian Slade]

Christian's eyes narrowed on the woman, her sweet scent ruining the typically hard, cold look he tried to maintain unless he was feeling playful. When she sat on the arm rest next to him, he glanced down at her tight, toned thighs and raised his arm up, reaching around and resting his hand in her lap without hesitation. His hand had been there before she'd decided to take a seat, and he wasn't going to be denied the rest for his forearm, with or without her perfectly symmetrical bottom taking up that space.

He then glanced up at the woman as she began to speak, and he thought carefully about his response as he glanced away. Thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but feel like a king with his beautiful Queen sitting in his lap in a lavish chair like that, such the large and intimidating man that he was with the most beautiful woman among his people becoming his bride. It made him feel powerful, like some god on an ivory throne looking down on the weak and ignorant that resisted and cursed him, and why wouldn't they? He had it better than any of them ever would.

"In many, many ways, as a matter of fact...", Christian said, looking the woman up and down again for good measure before his golden eyes connected with her beautiful dark ones again. "...tonight, though, I would appreciate your expertise in slaughtering hundreds of good for nothing gang members who seem to have adopted the false notion that I like to share."

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Kazen]

Kazen decided that he was done tormenting the White Diamond. He was enjoying himself with the abstract attacks but his contract was over and he wanted some more credits. Kazen grabbed his vibro blade and snuck outside of the warehouse. He bought a cheap datapad from a scavenger. He sat in a cantina and wrote this message.
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"Hello Christian. This is the man who has been tormenting you. I am being paid handsomely but my contract has run out and I am being replaced in an hour. Something tells me that you could use some help in the coming hours. I am willing to help you for a fee. I have inside knowledge on almost all of the gangs who hired me to torment you. The chaos in the streets is growing. And it is going to evolve into something more. Something bloody. Meet me in the Spazzy Jawa cantina. Come alone.
Signed Kazen,
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Kazen finished the datapad and gave it to a teenage Rodian to deliver to the White Diamond. Kazen sat in the Spazzy Jawa as he waited for Slade to show up. [member="Christian Slade"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, The Golden Inn.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

Ayra's slowly averted away from the fallen whiskey bottle to the hand on her lap; and felt goosebumps erupt all over her skin, at the sensation of his touch. She felt compelled to lower herself into his lap; to allow her arm raised above his head to lower onto the back of his neck and shoulders; with her free hand, currently interlocked in his hair, to fall to his chin.

Instead, she lifted herself up to her feet, approaching the balcony at the end of the room, back turned to Christian when she came to a stop at the threshold. Ayra fell silent there, for the moment, waiting for Christian to join her. After what felt to be a long time of admiring the stars, she said. "Let's go and find your thieves." Opening the balcony doors, she stepped outside and into the gust winds. The fire escape was adjacent to the balcony, ready for them to climb. She would explain, if she had to, that she didn't want anyone to tie together the events that were about to unfold in the Undercity that night, to the quarters of one Alicia Drey.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

All the while the two flirst were out and about, the drunken Jedi Hunter laughed to himself at the mess he was causing. Having more than his fill of beverages at the bar, throwing the emptied bottles against the wall and leave a slight residue from contents left behind. His attention soon changed to a nearby HoloTV, he smirked and raised his left hand, slowly closing it into a fist as the display simultaneously crumpled and collapsed on itself, promptly releasing a metallic cry and moan before crashing into the floor. The man in his drunken stupor let out a guffaw of harsh laughter, snatching a second bottle and taking a good swig or two. The kiss of brandy made him somewhat giddy, nearly stumbling over the broken chair from earlier.

"Urghh..."

His lightsaber dragged along and left a highly obvious trail of scorched marble as he ascended to the secondary floor, scanning along the second tier with impaired vision and increasingly destructive judgement. And within a moment's notice, something occurred within his head like a light switch being flicked on. Anger flooded his being, and flashes of gore raged through his conscious as he began to grunt with seething irresponsibility. Unleashing a wave of Dark Side energy and sending chairs and a couple large tables off the balcony, destroying the bottom floor tiling even further.

Alcohol and mental instability did not mix well.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's hand dropped limp hanging over the arm rest of the seat he'd commandeered after Alicia had moved from beside him. He decided that his actions may have been a bit forward, but he wasn't the type of man to dance around facts and truths either. He wanted what he wanted, and in most cases he got what he wanted because he had the resources with which he could take it. Alicia was different, however. She was teasing him, and playing back at him just as much as he was playing with her. He knew that one some level, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, whether or not she was fighting the urge or simply stifling the need for him for the time being. Either way, he was going to get what he wanted this time, no matter how long he had to wait.

Sighing lightly, the Sith Lord was drawn back into the moment, realizing that he had business to take care of that night. When he'd bested his urges he rose, following the woman out onto the balcony. When he looked over the edge at the few stories separating them from the ground, Christian glanced over at the woman who seemed to want to keep things quite and take the stair case. It was smart, but he didn't have any more time to waste. His gang members had probably already gone to war without him, knowing that the rival gangs wouldn't simply wait for as many of their enemies as possible to gather.

Reaching the far end of the balcony, Christian grabbed the ledge and threw himself over it, his body falling at an angle into the alley between her building and the neighboring one. When he reached the wall opposite him, Christian curled his legs under him and kicked out against that wall, sending him back in the other direction where, before he struck the ground, he landed on the roof of a broken down speeds, which immediately caved in with a groaning metal sound. The site hadn't been displayed on the street, though the sound had drawn a few eyes anyway. For the most part, though, Christian had kept out of site and kept Alicia's name out of the mouths of those would be gossip queens of Coruscant.

"I don't have time to tip toe, Miss Drey.", Christian said, the force carrying his deep chested words up a few stories to the woman as he stepped off the crushed roof of the vehicle and turned to walk out of the alley and into the street. He then glanced up, golden eyes looking for the woman to see what progress she'd made in finding him again.

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Coruscant, Undercity, Alleyway.

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

"Me neither," Ayra thought, as she positioned herself on the railing. Wind continued to blow around her, threatening to blow the Sith Lord off the edge and towards the ground. She steadied herself, before allowing herself to drop down towards the floor. The Force flowed through her body as she rapidly began to descend towards the ground. Her Lightsaber span into ignition and cut into the walls of the opposite building as she came down to ground. It slowed her descent, allowing to use her powers to create a cushion of Force energy, which subsequently formed a crater in the metallic floor of the Coruscant Undercity.

"How was that?" she asked Christian, pressing the ignition button of her Lightsaber, the crimson beam returning into the cylinder object.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian narrowed his eyes at Alicia as if they'd been competing with one another and he'd lost. "Flashy and it took longer...", he said, turning away from the woman and leading the way down the street towards the lower district, a smirk rising across his lips after having responded with distaste. He did so enjoy playing with the woman, and back and forth banter like that he could see becoming rather common between the playful pair.

"We do need to move quickly, though. The lower district is a few miles away, and the streets will be crowded with eager gang members, so we'll go on foot.", he said, turning to Alicia and nodding to make sure that he was ready. The next moment, he glanced back and forth across the street and darted across it into another alleyway, vanishing from site, though knowing the quick woman would be able to keep up with him.

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Arriving at the scene a few miles away, the sounds of yelling and cursing could be heard, a loud hum of voices filling the air for blocks and blocks encircling the Black square, a focal point of the Black District where much of the shady deals and Black market trading went down. This night, though, traders, slicers and market owners had cleared out, realizing the severity of the situation when the largest gangs in the city had begun to pool to the location.

"Kane.", Christian's powerful voice said, ringing out over all the other voices that continued to yell and curse and spill vile words. The next moment, though, a massive, bald man almost as tall as Christian himself turned and looked to the back of a crowd of about thirty or forty men squeezed into the end of a street that lead out to the square. Neighboring streets all around the square were also filled to the brim with rough looking men and women who had gathered, some answering to Christian Slade, others answering to someone else.

When the man made his way over to Christian and Alicia, Christian looked down on him with a serious pair of golden eyes and said, "What's the word here?", he questioned the man in a more basic form of speaking. "The Red Stripes and the Hydra have both gathered and are at a standoff with our Black Alchemists, Mr. Slade. It looks like they're working together, because people of both gangs are intermingled and trying to ward us off. They're saying the Black Square is theirs.", the large man said, a serious look on his face as he glanced over at Alicia with a curious look, noting that he hadn't ever seen her around Christian before. He then looked back to Christian, his tattooed face growing angry as he was bumped by another in the crowd of gang members that surrounded them. "Dammit!", he yelled, turning and pushing the man back.

"I don't know how much longer we have. The blood is boiling around here.", he claimed, to which Christian nodded to the him and looked across the massive city square to the many streets that had been filled by the many thugs and lowlifes who's patience were all growing thin. The next moment, Christian turned and started pushing his way through the rough and angry men that were a part of his gang. He made sure that Alicia could follow without a problem, throwing one man to his left and right, making a large hole for her and himself as he made his way through the crowd. Finally, he pushed out of the group and took a few steps out into the street, looking back and forth at the many who'd gathered there.

After about a minute, one man and then another emerged from the swells of men on the other side of the district from them. One was a massive man, hulking in form and shirtless with a red stripe running up his chest, beck, and across the middle of his face. His hair was shaved clean to the skin on either side of his head with a thick stripe of bright raid hair running across the top and hanging down across his back. The other man was about as tall, but not nearly as thick and powerful looking as the other. He stood in a way that was more refined and seemed to be almost even a little flamboyant. He wore dark clothes with a sleeveless shirt, and on his skin a intricate tattoo ran over either arm, up his shoulders and neck and across his face and bald head. It was the full body tattoo of a Hydra, the focal point of his gang. "These must be the leaders.", Christian mumbled as he glanced over to [member="Alicia Drey"].

Stepping forwards and slowly slipping off his duster, Christian balled it up and threw it behind him, clearing the many heads of the angered Black Alchemists behind him only for it to land untouched in the street. He then raised his hands to try and silence everyone as he glanced around at all of their faces with those golden brown eyes. Most of them eventually fell silent, though some of them felt the need to blurt out insults and curses still as he raised his voice above them all. "If you want the Black District, you'll have to kill every single one of us!", Christian yelled, to a booming response of yelling and howling Black Alchemists. "Let's go to war!", Christian yelled as a rush of adrenaline shot through his body, his arms, legs and upper body shivering with the intense feeling as every muscle he had grew tight, swelling with anticipation as he rushed off across the square, golden eyes set on both of the leaders of the other gang factions.

"Time to die.", he whispered to himself.

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] | [member="Teslar Rantarus"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, Black District.

Ayra leaned her head towards the right when she locked eyes with the man. He's behavior further betrayed his lack of control; he wasn't used to an adversary that could call herself equal; and at the same time, he found himself fascinated, attracted and above all else, seduced to the idea that such a woman existed. "Flashy and it took longer..." Christian said, turning away from her. Averting her head away from her right shoulder, Ayra took a step forward. "We do need to move quickly, though. The lower district is a few miles away, and the streets will be crowded with eager gang members, so we'll go on foot." He nodded to her and she inclined her head back, to signal she was ready. Within a blur, Christian was gone; and so was she, the resulting Force Speed shattering a nearby recycling dispenser, kicking up piece of fallen trash into the air and disturbing a passed out drunk, whom dismissed the disturbance as nothing more than a strong gust.

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The speed that Christian Slade displayed within the Force Speed technique was difficult for even the Sith Lord that followed. Buildings, lights, vehicles and people passed by, the two of them nothing more than mere ghosts as far as they were concerned as the both of them took upon an transverse through the Undercity. He came to a stop suddenly. Meters behind, Ayra saw his sturdy body and began to dissipate the Force Speed around her body. Lifting her foot ahead of the other, she began to skid, before buckling slightly when she was coming to a stop, catching Christian by the arm to steady herself, leaning slightly forwards as she did so.

Steady now, Darth Ayra joined the side of one who continued to further entice her curiosity. The Black District, colloquially known as the Black Market to some, was a hive of activity. Eyes soon begun to find the pair as they stood there; golden and sulfuric, yellow eyes catching each of them, bringing men down to their knees by their very presence, in a metaphorical sense. The Black Alchemist's knew who their Kingpin was; and whoever stood beside Christian Slade was, although not to be as feared as he was, but respected all the same.

They parted to the sides as the two Lords of the Sith made their way forward. As they did, Ayra lifted her eyes to the skies. Rain was beginning to drip, in a slow torrent at first. Soon, a down pour followed, as if the Undercity had begun to understood the seismic shifts that had taken place that night. From the moment Christian Slade and Alicia Drey had discovered one another, future events had been put into play. It foretold a story of greatness, that the both of them achieved. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, as goosebumps erupted across her skin. She had never felt this alive. With the mind set of a serial killer, composed into the image and doctrine of a Sith Lord, Darth Ayra had yet to satisfy the blood lust within. But she would that night. Christian Slade was beginning to teach her a rule.

Down here, within the void, you kept what you killed.

"These must be the leaders." came a familiar voice. Ayra hadn't heard the ensuing conversation, nor glimpsed at the man who had turned to watch she who would stand next to Christian Slade. Lost within the Dark side of the Force and the chaos inside, perceiving the ascension that was taking place, the same voice whispered. "Concentrate."

Lifting her gaze to Christian, before averting them from her partner to the approaching men, Ayra responded the only way she knew how, when her unadulterated hatred came forth. Snap-hiss. The crimson beam emitted for the second time that night, spinning into her hand. Juyo. She was going to enjoy ever ounce of this. This was a life work, coming to fruition. How many hours had she spent honing her body? Her talents? Her potential? Tonight, Ayra was going to set the Undercity aflame.

Starting with the one who dared step forth to challenge the epitome of the Dark side itself.

 

[Christian Slade]

Behind Christian a horde of rugged, rough men and women filled the massive city square from the streets surrounding it. Many of them carried symbols on their necks and arms like the colors of nations they were defending. These people were defending their territory, however, and their nation was the Undercity of Coruscant. Every back alley, run down hotel, shady bar and gutter. This was their turf, their nation, their home, and they'd die for it if they had to.

Christian's form strode out in front of the pack as the Red Stripes and Hydra charge back in their direction. His long strides and and powerful form took him far out in front of the others, and as he was upon his enemies, the dark night sky finally burst. Rain cascaded down on top of their concrete and metal battlefield, the rain soaking everyone to the core before Christian had even managed to get his hands on one of his enemies. The skies lit up with a bolt of lightning and the ground beneath their feet as finally the tension reached it's peek when the first body hit the ground, Christian's bot planting into the chest of a shorter, quicker man who'd managed to make it out in front of the others. Stomping the man into the ground and cracking his chest from the pressure he implemented with his leg, Christian raised his boot up and plunged it into the man's chest again, this time the duracrete beneath him cracked and formed a web as he fell lifeless into the small crevice his back had made.

Darting from the spot, Christian finally reached the charging enemy gang members and close lined the first man in the throat, throwing him to his back as he carried his arm through and hit one man so hard across the face that his jaw snapped as he left his feet and fell to his stomach. Christian then spun and cracked the third man across the cheek with his elbow, who hadn't even been trying to attack Christian, but was struck and left his feet as he passed. Flying through the air, the man landed on his back and immediately grabbed his cracked cheek and eye socket, howling in pain as the raging animal that Christian was continued to rip his comrades apart. The next man ran right at Christian, a long, durasteel sword in his hands, raised above his head. As he reached the Sith Lord, though, he swung the blade across his chest and hit nothing. In the blink of an eye, Christian had moved to stand right next to the man who's eyes grew wide with fright in the same moment that Christian's golden eyes glared across at the man. Unable to protest, the man had only been able to turn his head to see into the eyes of his killer as Christian rared back and threw his forehead down upon the man's face, caving in his nasal cavity and many of his upper teeth. And before he could even cry out, Christian appeared again behind him, a pair of massive hands reaching back over his shoulder and grabbing the man by the head. In one abrupt motion he yanked the man's head back, slamming it against his shoulder, and shattered the man's neck in multiple places. Releasing him, the man crumbled lifelessly to the rain soaked ground behind the increasingly violent man that they all knew as "Mr. Slade."

As the others finally made it to him, Christian turned and saw the red stripe leader, a massive man adorned in war paint from chest to head. The clash of flesh against flesh all around him set his blood on fire with a frenzy of hatred for the man, as he connected eyes with the Red Stripe leader. He could hear bones cracking, blood spilling and knuckles popping all around him, some relying on weapons, others preferring to use their bare hands. Christian would rely on no weapon that night, though. He was going to take the most feared of men on that Undercity war and break him in front of the eyes of everyone.

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"] - [member="Kazen"] - [member="Teslar Rantarus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, Black District.

Her Lightsaber spun in a series of flashes; red lightning coursing through the streets, maneuvering her body between individuals as her rage manifested through her skill with the blade within the palm of her left hand. The first to fall was a giant of a man, two times the size of Ayra. Wielding a Vibroblade, the man pivoted himself for an overwhelming, overhead slash downwards into the path of the Sith Lord, at the beginning of her assault. Two hands wrapped around the cylinder, alusteel casing of her Lightsaber, Ayra performed Sun Djem at the base of the mans wrists as he came crash down. Moving upwards with her blade in hand, Ayra performed an aerobatic somersault; the crimson light embedding itself within the mans neck, thus completing the Sai Cha mark of contact.

Dropping onto her feet, an Kaleesh and Nautolan moved in towards Ayra. She sensed several more were closing in, they having identified [member="Christian Slade"]'s potential Queen to the Undercity. Barrel rolling downwards, she rose and performed the Mou Kei, gracefully moving away from Ataru and into Makashi; her Lightsaber severing the Kaleesh at the base of his wrists on either hand, the knee on his right left and the ankle on the left; the Nautolan suffering a perfect performance as she span by him, at the base of his elbows and knees respectively. As they sell, she came out of the graceful dance that was Makashi and wrapped both hands back around her hilt.

Moving into Soresu, an impenetrable defense countered the assaults of the men that closed in. Turbolaser was deflected to the sides; blades diverted and parried away from her; Ayra moving backwards on the defensive. Out of the circular, fluid motions of her defensive form, her blade locked onto an Vibroblade. It's wielder, an Zabrak, reminded Ayra of Ferus, the Sith Lord that had taught her so much of the Lightsaber techniques she had just performed; his tattoos an intricate style. That wouldn't save him, however. Djem So was her next choice, diverting the blade back into the Zabrak's arm, severing muscles and veins as it pierced into his arm. He didn't suffer long, for Darth Ayra sunk her Lightsaber into his chest, cutting through the bone marrow and into the heart; her Shiak true to it's mark.

Now she was in form, on the offensive, powering through individuals with her counter-attacking form. Blades were divert, mixing up her Djem So with Shien to deflect stray turbolaser bolts back upon those who fired upon her or upon the nearest to her. Her rage was at it's peak now, reaching the summit. The beast within her had risen, sniffing the air and indulging itself within the running blood that mixed with the pearl, icy drops that dropped from Coruscant's own heaven. Ayra was in a state of bliss; all mannerism of darkness, chaos and destruction unleashed upon the Dark District.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's form straightened up as his head raised above all the others, now bloody, crimson eyes looking across the city square to the leader of the Red Stripe gang. His face was like stone, cold of any emotion as his dark eyes watched his prey. He began walking in his direction, grabbing a man on his way and looking down on him as he bored down on his neck for but a second. It snapped with ease, and Christian looked up to see [member="Alicia Drey"], fighting close by. He raised the dead man by the throat, and watched closely as his young accomplice fought. Amid her routine, Christian rared back and hurled the man's body towards her at the Dark Side's behest, fulling letting go and letting it guide him. As he knew would happen, the woman was in the middle of a roll while she fought, and the body careened over her head, striking three others and pushing them back into the masses of people all around. He wanted to protect her, but he was there for his own reasons as well.

Turning his attention once more, Christian rared back and swung his right arm out, swatting a man away into a nearby wall that cracked, pieces of it tumbling down to the ground with him when he fell back to the streets. He started walking again, soon breaking into a jog and then that jog turning into an all out sprint, 226 pounds of pure muscle running at over thirty miles an hour with no aid from the force. The massive Red Stripe leader turned at the last moment to watch as Christian leaned forwards and aimed his shoulder into the man's gut. Time was suspended for that moment as the man realized that this was going to hurt, droplets of rain hovering in place as he clinched for the impact.

The final moment before Christian collided with the man, the force surged through every muscle in him, his body swelling with the passion feeding his rage. Veins stood on end and his muscles strained as if they were going to burst as adrenaline ran screaming through his veins like molten hot streams of his very own blood. In the very next moment, the Red Stripe's body vanished in a blur of motion, appearing again only after a loud crack echoed out through the night that shook the very ground on which they stood. Every eye was drawn to a huge crater formed into the wall of one of the neighboring buildings. They would watch as Christian raised up, pulling his arms out of the crushed wall and raised up to look at what he'd done. Christian's own crimson eyes would see the man, hanging there weakly suspended by crushed and cracking stone the very next moment slipping out of the crumbling wall only to be caught by the throat.

Christian snatched the man before he could fall to the ground, because that would have been too merciful. From either of the large, hulking man's hands he dropped vibro blades that were only about a foot long for close up combat. He was a brawler, and there was no question that he was strong, but it a matter of minutes he'd been rendered helpless. That was why Christian chose to make an example of the man, tightening his left hand around the man's throat before slamming him back into the wall he'd crumbled out of a moment before. Holding him there, Christian threw his right hand back and in a blur hurled his right arm forwards, his fist coming down into the man's face and crushing it in one blow, teeth shattered, jaw broken, nose crushed and eye sockets destroyed. His entire face was swollen in seconds as blood began to drain from every orifice, the gruesome sight causing those still watching the scene to shiver, some even growing sick.

The next strike was the last, the man barely clinging to life as it was. Christian's fist came crashing down into the man's skull once more which was crushed with the powerful blow. Nothing but a bloody, skin and bone encrusted smear remained when Christian pulled his fist out of the hold he'd put through the wall with the man's head. Releasing his throat, finally, Christian watched as a mangled, distorted head slid out of the hole in the wall, followed by a trail of blood soaked red hair that thankfully covered the awful site. The Red Stripe leader fell face forward as Christian's chest and upper body heaved massive breaths, plumes of hot breath shooting out of his nostrils as he glanced around the square at the many who were still fighting. Blood had been spattered across his face, and even more of it was covering his neck, chest and arms as his dark, rain soaked hair swayed back and forth in the wind.

He waited for anther challenger, and his crimson gaze was searching for the leader of the Hydra...

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Now wandering out of the casino he had virtually tarnished, scorched, and even crumpled somewhat, Pathollex found himself in the streets heading toward who-knows-where in a still drunken stupor. His walk would be a little off-balance, stumbling a bit before catching himself on a wall. "Damn whiskey..." The intoxicated Sith Predator carried himself onward in the bleak hours of the late night, walking just a few blocks away from the mess he left behind before feeling something...odd. The presence of Dark Side signatures were within the area, and they were so close. Almost within arm's reach. Just as the Sith rounded the street corner, his gaze was beset by what appeared to be a brawl between gang members and- was that Lady Ayra? What in the blazes was she doing in Coruscant at such an hour? Whatever it was, Pathollex didn't doubt for a second that it was probably for beneficiary causes.

The already pissed, drunken Sith Predator grasped his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade with ease despite his horribly impaired judgement, charging into the midst of the fighting like a blackened blur with his red cybernetic eyes tracing with vivid trails of glowing crimson. Entering his favored Ataru form, he leaped into the air and caught on to a pipe, disappearing for but a moment before hurling himself down at a confused thug with lightning quick speed and reflexes. Decapitating the poor, unsuspecting bloke. A group of three spotted Pathollex and charged into him with various vibroblades and even pistol-whips which didn't make much sense when you could shoot rather than put the odds even less in your favor. The Sith Predator simply turned and stared the three down, sending a wave of unsettling air that hit their chests and made them hesitate- perfect.

They hollered with a battle-cry, each voice as whiny and powerless as the next. The Sith Predator dropped his right gauntlet, holding out his left and stopping one of the gang members in his tracks with the Force, hastily tightening the open palm into a firm fist as he crushed his windpipe and throat all-together, causing him to drop to the ground in a sloppy yet gurgling fashion. The other two assailants were loosing morale, still continuing their assault but failing miserably as Pathollex simply walked while they charged, holding his lightsaber with both hands as he cleaved at the man to his right, successfully separating him from his legs. The other trying to stop himself from going closer, but not soon enough as his face was met with the brutal blunt force of the Sith's gauntlet, shattering all bones within his face along with severe head trauma.

Even while drunk, it did not hamper his ability to fight...much.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Kazen]

Kazen waited for Slade for a few more moments before he realized that he was a no show. He left the cantina and took to the streets. He heard noises and followed them to a source of a massive street fight. Kazen noticed his employers fighting the Black Alchemists. He drew all four of his vibro swords that were hidden beneath his tunic. He spun in a circle that resulted in the decapitation of all four of his employers. He laughed as he cut down every gang member he crossed in a dance of swords. Kazen had no true allegiances. He only wanted power. His eyes met the eyes of Grey. Kazen's signature predatory smile spread his face as he cut down a gang member. Kazen lifted all four arms bearing bloody swords and prepared himself for what was to come. [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, Black District.
Theme: Terminus, Pt I, II & III.

Time seemed to slow down for the woman, among the falling bodies that fell beneath the crimson light that struck upon them. Rain pattered the floor, mixing with the running pools of blood. Ayra twirled her Lightsaber before unleashing it around her hand as men enclosed from all sides. Lifting her hands to the sides, she felt the Force flew through her finger tips into each man as the Lightsaber span into their bodies in it's arch. They all lifted under the Force Grip that enclosed around them; her Lightsaber severing torsos as it flew around, before finding itself back into her hand.

Upon catching the object, she pressed the ignition button and slid it back onto her utility belt as her hands raised into the air. Shots of blue streams came up along her hands, cackling at the finger tips. She was clearly visible in the battlefield, for all to see. Power exploded in an avalanche of lightning energy that washed through outside her body and out towards all sides. Surprise took the faces of all, before disappearing behind the Maelstorm Ayra had created; disintegrated by it's awesome power.

Her hands lowered, as the one meter of radius of Darth Ayra was cleansed. Appearing from behind the smoke, gusts kicked up the ashes of her victims, swirling around her amongst the rain. Sulfuric, yellow eyes gleamed, catching Christian Slade as the two of them looked across each other. Malevolent, destructive, dark; and she could belong to him soon and vice versa. Between them both stood the giant of a man.

The Hydra leader was muscular, seven foot tall, a running rampage of testosterone, as evident by the many Black Alchemists he had felled during the battle. He lifted his hand to the mohawk found on top of his head, running his fingers through it as if for the last time. The explosive power of Ayra had silenced the moans and battle cries, leaving only the sounds of rain shattering against metal as the three of them faced off. She smiled a cruel smile towards Christian, as she began to walk. The Hydra leader was torn. Who to face off? Outnumbered, trapped. It was almost unfair, if not for the fact he started it. "How did all come to this?" he asked himself.

Snap-hiss.

The ignition of a Lightsaber diverted his attention back to present. Disbelief was itched over his features. How could someone so small, do such a thing? Defiantly, he lifted his arms to the sides. "I've worked these streets for twenty years... I can't beliv-" Last thoughts cut, a crimson light protruding his neck, severing muscle and bone, the decapitation perfect, as Ayra flipped past him in the Ataru maneuver. She landed on one knee, before Christian. Rising, blood was washed across her body; a stark contrast to the ivory white he had gazed upon in all it's glory hours before. She stood there, eyes caught on his own, Lightsaber above the ground, the red light there reflecting in the pools beneath their feet. Cocking her head to the side, a predatory gaze upon the Sith Lord.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian watched the scene with those piercing golden eyes. Soon he shifted his gaze from [member="Alicia Drey"] to the Hydra Leader and watched him as he walked towards the man, their eyes connecting as the man prepared to defend himself, giving Alicia just the right amount of time to take his head off of his shoulders before he knew what hit him. As Christian reached the man, his headless body fell to it's knees in front of him, falling forward towards him, but as it did, Christian reached out and stopped the limp corpse, pushing it over and away from him as Alicia landed there and rose to her feet, looking up into his eyes. Without a trace of hesitation, Christian reached down with his left hand, extending his long digits and ran his fingers into the woman's hair, closing his hand behind her head after taking a hand full. He held her that way for a moment, gently tugging her head back as he looked down on the woman, droplets of blood mixed rain running off the ends of his long brunette hair and dripping onto the woman's cheeks and chin.

"You are quite impressive, aren't you...", Christian whispered towards the woman as he held her there. He raised his left hand, just about to place it on her neck as the thought of passion played at the back of his mind, but he was interrupted. Gently he released the woman and glared across the square, some were still fighting, others, however, had seen the horrors that had befallen their leaders and had begun to flee. He wasn't interested in fear filled cowards, but he was interested in those who belonged to no gang that insisted on gutting his men.

One man had barged into the brawl like an animal, flailing about with almost perfect accuracy([member="Lord Pathollex"]), but Christian could tell with ease that he was drink. Another, less man and more creature had also entered the fray and was targeting other high ranking members of the fleeing two gang factions([member="Kazen"]), something he did not ask for. He appreciated assistance when it was requested, but he wasn't interested in anyone else's name on the streets of the Undercity carrying any meaning at all. Looking from [member="Lord Pathollex"] to [member="Kazen"], Christian pointed at the odd looking creature that [member="Kazen"] was and said, "Can you handle that... thing for me, Princess.", he said with a joking air to his voice as he glanced back down at Alicia with a smirk upon his lips.

He then turned from the woman and strode through the crowds of now cheering Black Alchemists, some still chasing off rival gang members until he reached [member="Lord Pathollex"], who was still ripping through men of both sides. Reaching down with both hand, Christian grabbed a bench and ripped it out of the metal it had been welded into mid stride. He raised the bench over his right shoulder, and as he got within a couple of steps of the rampaging man, Christian swung the bench in a horizontal motion from right to left as if he were swinging a bat, aiming the bench right at the middle of the man's back.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Kazen"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, Black District.
Opponent: Kazen.
Theme: Bellua, I.

Ayra's eye lifted from the ground as she saw Christian's boots disperse water. She felt his hands wrap around her throat. He was claiming his prize. Rage dispersed, for a seconds moment. Her thumb pressed the ignition button of her Lightsaber, the crimson beam sliding back up into it's narrow crevice. She had challenged him and he had answered her call, consequentially felling her in the movement. "You are quite impressive, aren't you..." he said, his voice resonating through out the Sith Lord within his grasp. Darth Ayra's surrender to Christian Slade was interrupted, by a familiar presence, however.

Her gaze averted from her infatuation to Pathollex. Ayra's lips curled with disapproval at the sight of him. He was an uncontrollable creation; a monster that didn't know his bounds. She understood his hatred, however. Ayra felt the same in regards to the Jedi Order; she was also neigh unstoppable when the Dark side took her to the summit of ascension; providing the power to destroy those who stood in her way. But she was Darth Ayra, in comparison to Lord Pathollex. It was thought among those who didn't full understand or grasp the magnitude of being known as a Darth, that there wasn't much of a difference between the titles. But the ascension to Darth resulted in a resonance in the Dark side that those who were not known by such a thing, did not have. Her eyes turned to Christian as she thought about it. Strong, powerful, victorious, deadly. Had he also reached the summit, known to a colloquial few as Darth...?

She would ask later. "Can you handle that... thing for me, Princess?" he said. The smile that followed was handsome. But the rage had returned, upon him letting go of her; much like a shackle, when freed. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free. Had Christian freed her that night, allowing her to explore and subsequently vent all her potential upon the men that she had felled with her Lightsaber, alone? Her gaze found bodies ahead; the majority did not belong to her, for she had just disintegrated them within the Force Maelstorm. Then, they found [member="Kazen"].

Snap-hiss.

Once more, her Lightsaber found itself into ignition. She stalked forward towards her opponent. Ruthless, was a word to describe Ayra. Not that [member="Kazen"] could understand. He lacked the Force-sensitivity to feel what she felt; but he might have a glimpse, in time. Spinning her weapon around her finger tips as she approached the man, Ayra began her hunt; and [member="Kazen"] happened to be the prey.

 

[Kazen]

Kazen smiled at the woman. He could tell she was force sensitive. He wasn't force sensitive himself but he could tell when people were sensitive to the force. His race had two sets of eyes. One set for normal vision and one set for the ultra-violet spectrum. He could switch between the two spectrums much like a light switch. Kazen had been using the ultra violet spectrum while fighting the gangs. And that was when he saw [member="Christian Slade"] and [member="Alicia Drey"] . They had a certain light pattern only visible in the ultra violet spectrum and only seen in Jedi or Sith. Kazen however couldn't distinguish between the two. No member of his race could. And this woman was approaching Kazen as she spun her weapons. Kazen felt no fear. He was far too self absorbed and self confident to believe that this simple human could kill a superior being such as him. But he wasn't an idiot. He noted the lightsaber. "And the mighty crimelord sends his pet after the threat." Kazen said in a mocking tone. She struck at him and he dodged. "Look the big bad Sith cannot kill the simple minded alien." Kazen mocked. "You are pathetic!" She yelled. "No my darling, you are. You rely on the force to be powerful. I don't. I need no midi-chlorian manipulation to survive. But you cannot go one day without your crutch." Kazen was enjoying himself. He didn't even feel bad for the girl. Most men would feel sympathy for a girl as pretty as this but Kazen preferred Togrutas or Twi'leks. But sadly for him, they usually didn't like him.
/ [member="Alicia Drey"] / [member="Christian Slade"] /

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity, Black District
Opponent: Christian Slade
Theme: You Won't

Thugs and gangsters... Pathollex thought little of the men that dedicated their lives to such a low and gritty existence to put food in their mouths or make a bit of credits of an under-the-table job. Souls that nobody would even miss or think twice about, true fodder for whatever crime lord to expend by a mere gesture. Bodies were scattered around where the Sith Predator stood, being no match for his unreal precision with a lightsaber and even more unnatural physical prowess, men on either team being crushed and even having their bodies broken with a single fist from the Sith creation. Blood flecked his armor and helmet and even dripped from the tips of his bladed fingers, always a common sign that the warrior had done what he does best. Out of the corner of his eye a lone, large man wielding an even more gigantic vibrosword came charging with a vigorous shout. His demeanor gave away two, fatal signs.

1. Though Pathollex wore heavy armor, this man lacked the combat experience.
2. He wielded the sword wrong.

The Sith Predator vanished from sight, speeding away before the monstrosity of muscle could get too close, sending the dumb brute into a state of confusion and even further rage. "YOU WILL DIE! COME OUT!"

Pathollex watched from the shadows, using the Force to shoot out a bit of scrap metal at the juggernaut's head, cutting into it and leaving a rather nasty gash. The man raged ever-harder, flailing about violently as he waved the large slab of a vibrosword with a novice's recklessness. He even tore through his own ranks, searching frantically for his target before stopping in his tracks, looking down to see the bright crimson of a lightsaber bursting through his chest and catching a whiff of his own flesh being singed before falling to his knees. The Sith Predator then gripped the hilt of is lightsaber with both gauntlets, swinging hard at the brute's neck and watching his head hit the wet concrete.

The Force then sent a singal to Pathollex, a presence approaching from behind and rather hastily at that. He turned quickly to witness the Casino owner coming right for him, carrying a metallic bench far too weighted for any normal man to lift or even attempt to swing. He had misjudged him, thinking him to be a no-good treacherous credit hog at first, but now understood that he too was one with the Dark Side. A fighter, AND a businessman? This would be interesting to say the least. Pathollex dashed to the left of [member="Christian Slade"], sending out a wicked Force push to throw him against the wall while his cybernetic enhancements engaged, charging into him furiously after the retaliation as attempting to tear into him with the bladed fingertips of his gauntlets.

[member="Kazen"] [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Christian Slade"] |

Coruscant, Undercity, Landing Platform A-345

The Next Day.

The doors to the White Diamond closed. Alicia came to a stop at it's foot steps. Cleaning crews were still at work, whilst various members of the Black Alchemists watched her, enticed by her beauty. Although, they would never make a connection to the Sith Lord that had slaughtered the head of the Hydra, along with a hundred others or so. Rumors were still circulated, and by itself, the Undercity deduced that whoever the woman in red was, came from the Uppercity, where the One Sith currently ruled.

She averted her gaze away from the reflections of the sun, creating from the large mirror devices that reflected natural light all the way from the top to the bottom. Making her way along the street, she crossed a road before making her way up the street to the spaceport in the horizon. Of course, she could of called for a transport or even asked one of the Black Alchemists to drive her, but she wanted the time to walk and think about the events from the night before.

"Thanks for the fun. I learned something about myself, that I didn't know before. We should do this again, Mr. Slade.

Signed,
Alicia x."

That was the note she had left for [member="Christian Slade"], in the office of the White Diamond. Indeed, this wouldn't be the first time Alicia Drey and Christian Slade would meet. It was her intention to take a permanent residence in the Undercity of Coruscant, by expanding her influence in the criminal underworld. She had, indeed, completed that objective by leaving a lasting memory on Christian Slade's mind. The subtle actions and words, all done and spoken to entice him in. She felt confident that Christian had been reeled in.

Stepping into the spaceport, she turned on it's top steps to look upon the White Diamond for the last time, that day. She would be back soon. Grinning, Alicia entered the building, where she would take a transport to Uppercity and then make her way to the Tingel Arm via the Niathal later.

(FIN)