Faction It’s A Cruel Cruel Summer (Darkwire)

[KAR]

Denon
Lower Streets - Near Section B39

Another city planet, and hopefully not another beginning to a bad habit. Katarine had never visited this particular planet. Actually she hadn't ever even heard of the planet until she met a stranger in a library who mentioned it. The man had said he had friends here and that it was a destination he felt fondness toward. When Katarine had found herself out of places to wander she had decided to try Denon. What if the library man had been a slaver? Or what if he was an axe murderer? What if his job was to lure unsuspecting people to Denon for organ harvest?

Was the former Jedi foolish enough to believe Gray Venasir just because she found him attractive? As if attractive peole didn’t deceive! Get a grip girl, he’s much too old for you anyway.

That thought made her snort. Although the woman did not look it she was over 850 years old. Trapped in an enchanted sleep until now, Kat had previously fought with the rebellion against the historic Imperial war. Upon closer glance she did look out of place with her old fashioned clothing. Even her hair was cut in a way that was no longer trendy and the lightsaber in her pocket was a weapon of the Jedi of old. To say Katarine was an old soul was an understatement. She had dedicated her life to a war fought almost a century ago, and for what?

As her deep green eyes took in the new times and the new galaxy she realized the more things changed the more they stayed the same. The rebels had been convinced that they would restore peace to the galaxy and rebuild the Jedi Order. Now there were countless factions fighting the same senseless wars, proving that almost a century latter peace was still a myth. It was a myth she had vowed never to get tangled up in again.

So she wandered. She explored. She worked odd jobs and tried to learn the new slang and new technology. Everywhere she went peole looked at her funny. She didn’t know how to work the most basic things, and words like ‘nerf hearder’ and ‘Sithspit’ still found their way into her speech patterns.

So why go to a giant city planet where more people could call her weird? Well she neeeed a job and Gray had described these people as having no political agenda. She liked that in an employer, and maybe she hopped to see the man again. This thought made her snort once more. How foolish.

She spent decades undercover in the criminal rings of old so she was comfortable around scum and villainy and given her new direction in life she wasn’t as keen to walk the tight rope of justice any longer. That was a better reason for traveling to the planet than because some babe told you to.

But these Darkwire people were hard to find. She had been exploring the planet almost a week with no leads and worse she was down to her last few credits. Forgoing lodging so she had money to eat, Katarine was sleeping on the streets and trying not to get stabbed during. Criminals had to eat too and the woman’s oddity made her an Identifying target.

At least it had to the small boy who had collided with her in an bid to lift her money. She realized the mistake a moment too late and the youth was already running down the street. Old fashioned boots pounded after the brat who rounded a corner and tripped over a parked bike.

“Hey you little scum! You scratched the paint!”

Katarine rounded the corner, only to see what looked like a biker gang converging on the stammering child.

“Im sorry. My nephew should have watched where he was going.” She grasped the kids shoulder and pulled him to his feet.

“The rotten brat has bent the frame! Look at this!”

“Again I’m sorry. It was an accident I am sure.”

The pink haired woman spat at Kats boots.


“Frakking accide my arse! You better pay to have this fixed!”

“That would be a bit beyond my budget. I am sorry.”

Katarine pulled the young kid behind her and started backing up.

“Then we will take the money out of your skin!”

The pink haired woman never made it to the blaster on her hip. A snap-hiss sounded, and in a flash of white light the biker had lost her forearm. Katarine was still clasping the boys arm tight in her left hand, but her right held a very old fashioned lightsaber.

Something about the unfamiliar weapon, the look on Kats face, or maybe just the sirens in the distance made the gang think twice about the attack. They were on their bikes in an instant , speeding away.

Kat deactivated the weapon and stashed it back inside her jacket before looking down at the child. To her amusement the boy was staring at her with wide mystified eyes.

“Wow. Are you a Jedi?”

“Not anymore.” She held up her hand at her own credit, which the child was now offering back to her, and turned her back on him. The sirens were getting louder.

“You better get out of here.” She turned around but realized she was talking to nobody. The kid was already gone.

She sighed and decided to take her own advice. Word was going to get round about an oddly dressed woman slicing arms off. She just hopped the people who found her were the ones she was looking for.

((This thread is for any member of Darkwire. The tag just explains where I learned about the faction. Feel free to join! ))

 

[5-WCH (Switchblade)]

Switchbalde heard the argument start. Oh boy, what this time. This was his last day on this planet, about to go find a new job. The previous bounty-hunting attempt ( Tulan Kor ) didn't go so well. Hopefully the next target was easier. But if he could make a quick credit off of some arguments and maybe a fight, then that is some heavier pockets for him.

He turned the corner to see a bright haired women arguing with some younger girl. The young girl held a boy's shoulders. Probably a younger brother. More of the gang members rounded the corner. This will more than likely turn bloody. Leaning back against a wall he crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold.

What suprised him was the hissing sound. It played out in slow motion. The girl from the gang reached down for her blaster. But the younger girl had the quicker draw. She pulled out a lightsaber, and quickly cut off the oldie's forearm. The gang members stepped back in fear. Turning quickly they ran for their backs. Sirens rang in the background. The young Jedi gave the boy some credits as he ran off. Switchbalde stepped away from the wall, turning toward the Jedi.

"Impressive, most impressive. That gang girl didn't stand a chance, not with a Jedi around. I can tell you aren't from around here. So what makes you starting trouble?

Waiting for the girl to answer he heard the sirens getting closer. He didn't care.

K KAR

 

[KAR]

“I did not start trouble. I finished it.” She put her hands in her jacket pocket and stared at the droid for a moment. It did not seem like any type of droid she knew, but of course she didn’t know the new models these days. For all she knew this is what protocol droids looked like now.

“Who are you?”

5-WCH (Switchblade)

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Sitting on a rooftop in the middle of Denon was something he didn't expect so soon, but at least it was safer than being on the rough streets below. His legs dangled loosely over the edge while he tucked into a tasty burger he "borrowed" from a food stand, something of which was a reward for all the credits he collected earlier. Even though he had only been here for two weeks he was determined to gain as much credits as possible for his own sake. Cartri had all but finished his burger when he heard some commotion below him in the street stealing his attention for now as he got to his feet to curiously take a look.

He slowly crouched on the edge of the building and looked down at the scene. It seemed a group of people were picking on a poor child who accidentally bumped into their bike, and didn't seem impressed by the very least. Cartri was tempted to go down and help him, but even he knew that there was nothing he could do alone. However, a young woman rounded the corner and came to his aid. She stuck up for the kid by herself and didn't back down from the gang of bullies who insisted on her to pay for the damage "Who would of thought there was still some good people left in this galaxy..." he said jokingly to himself before all hell broke loose.

One of the gang members thought it would be wise to pull a quick draw on the hero, and soon enough the scruffy biker would instantly regret that decision. With a quick swipe of her lightsaber a forearm dropped to the floor limply along with a shout of pure agony, a sight that made Cartri open his eyes wide in surprise. She must be one of those Silver Jedi he saw now and then on Garos, but that saber she held looked far older than the ones they used. If he got his hands on it the weapon was sure to sell for a pretty credit, but he had more than enough credits today and decided against the borrowing option. Cartri watched on as the bikers sped away from the area, their tails tucked between their legs like scared dogs. Maybe it was time to introduce himself...

Still in a crouching position, he looked down to the woman and a new comer who had just appeared. It appeared to be some kind of nosy droid who was wondering the same thing he was, who the hell was she and what was she doing here "Who would of thought you'd see a Jedi all the way down in Denon..." he shouted down to the pair from a not so high building, his eyes soon switching to the droid in front of her "What's up rust bucket" the red head said with a small nod and a smirk. The droid was a new face to him, as well as the Jedi lady, but they both seemed to look equally dangerous "Do you two know each other or something? brother and sister maybe?" he said sarcastically to the strangers

K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade)

 

[5-WCH (Switchblade)]

Before he even had time to answer the girl’s question a noise came from above him. Hands towards his gun he looked straight up, only to be created by a teenage boy. Oh great, this ought to go well.

“What’s up rust bucket?”

So the kid had a sense of humor. Good, he could work with that. You never out sarcasm or out joke a droid.

“Not much Carrot Top, not much.”

A small smirk laughed across the teen’s face. It seemed that he was joking now, but he was definitely going to keep his distance. Good.

“Do you two know each other or something? Brother and sister maybe?”

He was starting to like the kid. Hopefully he wouldn’t become and issue. Who knows, maybe he was in Darkwire as well. But you don’t just go around asking everyone if they are in it or not.

“Obviously, don’t you see the resemblance?”

Motioning his hand between the girl’s face and his own he kept joking along. But he wanted to figure out why this girl was here.

“So Carrot Top, if you don’t mind I was in then middle of a conversation.”

K KAR | Cartri Keswoll

 

[KAR]

Her deep green eyes fluttered to the rooftop where a young teen sat. She could feel the Force around the kid, and guessed he might be a sensitive. In the old days she had trained her fair share of padawans. So long ago.

“I am not a Jedi.” She wondered why she kept saying that. Maybe to stress she wasny affiliates with the Jedi now so her actions shouldn't reflect on them? Or maybe she felt so far from her roots she didn’t know what she was.

“I am just a visitor looking for a group of people who might need a hired hand. But I believe mine is only half the introduction needed.”


Cartri Keswoll 5-WCH (Switchblade)

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

"Carrot top? ha... it's not like I haven't heard that one before" he chuckled as he slowly got to his feet and walked over to a ladder. The boy quickly climbed down and made sure to still keep his distance between the two. The fact that the droid seemed to be playing along reassured him that the maker had the brains to install humour into his system, compared to some droids that didn't even understand it "Well, you never know these days" he said with a shrug and a smirk before the robot reminded him that they were in the middle of a conversation. Cartri looked between the two and leaned up against the wall with his arms folded, a small sigh escaping his lips "I saw that scrap man, i'm just curious to see if I can help that's all"

His attention soon turned back to the woman who insisted she wasn't a Jedi, a claim that made the red head raise a brow in confusion "Is that so..." the boy said as his eyes gazed at the lightsaber once more. Maybe she was one of those wannabees who stole the weapon instead of earning it, but he wasn't the right time to question it just yet "Depending on the business and who they are, I may be able to help you out with that. Unless this clanker over here already has the answers for you"

K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade)

 

[Haden Del]

Tag: K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade) Cartri Keswoll

He was new to the organization, but he had aspirations. As any nefarious and intricate organization would do, newbies were brought in step by step, each demonstration of loyalty and trustworthiness shining a light on another aspect of the operation, every revelation of skill or trait that proved beneficial earning another step into the fold.

Haden came with a reputation that warranted both promise and caution. Technically a Hapan noble, he was of a minor family whose influence had waned. His unique social circle paired with an unusual knack for slicing and dicing piqued the interest of an acquaintance with Darkwire connections. After a period of convoluted hoops he managed to navigate, Haden was recruited and relocated to the Denon System.

While his skills lay in subterfuge and slicing, Haden was still held at arms length while he continued to prove his worth. His task that day was simple. Keep an eye out for groups with potential. The city-surface of Denon was rife with gangs, most of who swore alliance to someone, if not to Darkwire itself. Those that didn't owe loyalty could be either potential assets, or flies in the ointment. Leaning against the doorway of a cantina across the street, bottle in hand, jade eyes studied the bikers across the street. He had yet to determine if they were assets or flies.

With apparently idle disinterest, the Hapan watched the kid slam into the speeder bike. A woman appeared behind him, skidding to a halt as if she were chasing the child. The only notable thing about her, aside from a pretty face, was pretty outdated clothes, really outdated clothes. But it was a big galaxy, and there were as many styles of fashion as there were star systems.

Eyes narrowed as the encounter between the biker, woman and boy unfolded. It didn't look good for the kid and the young woman. Until that flash of light, and a tattooed female forearm fell to the street. No blood, the searing weapon had cauterized the wound. Now... that was unexpected. The gang fled, revealing that those bikers were not suited for recruitment, and too cowardly to be flies either. The woman with the lightsaber proved much more promising.

The droid and the redheaded boy appeared. They may have been Darkwire, the droid sure did look familiar. But Haden had to find out more, to discover why a jedi walked the street, appearing very much not like a jedi. But Jedi weren't the only one's who carried light sabers. Haden handed his bottle to a server droid passing by and stepped across the street to the strange gathering. He managed to overhear the end of their conversation, the woman's stated purpose and the boy's cryptic offer.

"G'day boys, ma'am. You know, flashing a weapon like that draws attention." His hand gestured towards himself, the droid and the young man, as if making his case. He had a feeling he may already be in league with the both of them. "I think our young friend here, all of us I bet, can help you find what you are looking for. But we need to move off of the street. There will be a lot of interest in your handy work." His emerald gaze darted for a moment to the biker's abandoned severed arm.

(sorry its so long, I wanted to get Haden established )

 

[5-WCH (Switchblade)]

Carrottop hopped down from on top of the building. He had yet to learn the boy's name, but he assumed that he was with Darkwire. They just gave of a certain vibe.

"Depending on the business and who they are, I may be able to help you out with that. Unless this clanker over here already has the answers for you"

It was getting s little hard for him to hold back the laughter. Jokes and insults? This kid was too much. Maybe the kid was a clown, that could explain the red hair.

"Nope, this clanked will sit this one out. Go right ahead matchstick."

Motioning his hand toward the Jedi he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. He waited for the boy to reply. Suddenly another man appeared out of nowhere. Now it was getting suspicious. Two dudes, a girl, and a droid in an alley ways? That would start gathering looks from bystanders. He through his Durasteel hand up into the air.

"Great, now we are having a party! Shall I invite more over? Or shall we stop talking here and go somewhere else?"

K KAR | Cartri Keswoll | Haden Del

 

[KAR]

Katarine was feeling a little uneasy when a Hapan noble just happened to walk into the scene. A noble was just strolling around this city planet? Times had certainly changed since the days Katarine remembered. Back in those days you were lucky if you ever met a Hapan off their homeworld.

She had other issues to worry about just yet though. They were starting to attract the glances of passerby and the sirens were dangerously close now. She did not want to dismiss anybody yet, wondering if any of them could be leads to what she was looking for, and yet she also did not want to be discovered with a severed arm. She did not have the luxury of diplomatic immunity the way the Jedi had back in her day.

"Let's go for a drink and get off the street." They could refuse of course, but a tavern was usually as good a place as any to find work so either way she was heading that way.

A few streets down she found a place that looked appealing. It was a small dive bar that had a crowed inside. She took a seat at a small corner in the table and waited to see which of her accomplices would join her and hopefully start doing some talking.

Cartri Keswoll 5-WCH (Switchblade) Haden Del

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook had watched the exchange between the group. It was intriguing.

The human female had walked into a dive bar- one of the nicer ones, actually- and disappeared from view. Rook didn't care about the others- she knew nothing about them. But the 'not Jedi' was familiar. Yes...

Rook rubbed her forehead to get rid of the accumulating headache. This was interesting, to say the least. A blast from the past. Far- FAR in the past. Rook had never met the Jedi Master personally, though she had heard of her.

"Ugh- this day keeps on getting better and better," Rook muttered to herself, moving away from the shadows.

Earlier that day, she had run into an old friend (Though not as old as the Jedi) who she owed a couple hundred credits to. NOT a fun conversation. Though an interesting time hacking the credits from another's bank. Illegal? Yes. Did it work flawlessly? Yes. So worth it? Yes.

Though that was enough excitement for the day. But that apparently wasn't how it was going to play out.

Ok- tempt the fates and just watch the conversation... Or completely forget anything happened...

But curiosity got the better of her- so she made her way to the dive bar.

Oh well. Prepare for a hectic day Rook.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Cartri was about to open his mouth to send another dose of sarcasm over to the droid but was cut off by a well dressed man, who seemingly appeared out of the blue. He had the wise idea to suggest getting off the street and talk further in a bar, where their words couldn't get eavesdropped by a random pedestrian. The redhead slowly nodded in agreement and looked between everyone in the group, noticing that they seemed interested in continuing further "So be it, lead the way if you will" he said before slowly following close behind the woman, flashing a cheeky smirk to the droid as he walked past to annoy him further.

They walked for a short while until they reached a dive bar that seemed to be out of the way compared to the rest, a perfect place to discuss things that didn't want to be known. The red head let the others go in first before going in himself, making sure to take his time to study his surroundings for any dangers. Bars on Denon seemed to be not the best places to visit, no matter the time or day. But luckily this one seemed to be in the latter for now. He wondered over to the corner with the exiled jedi and sat down next to her, awaiting the others who followed to do the same. Although, when the new comer came in he chose to examine him closely. The guy seemed to have something about him, but he couldn't figure it out just yet. None the less he was sure to be cautious of him, as well as all the strangers he had just met "So... who are these people you are looking for exactly?" he asked curiously, even though he had a feeling of who she was after.

K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade) Haden Del Rook.the.slicer

 

[Haden Del]

Tag: K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade) Cartri Keswoll Rook.the.slicer

Crowds gathered attention, they all seemed to agree upon that, especially after an incident like cutting the arm off of a thug with a light saber. The boy and the droid had arrived first, and he was convinced they too were had dealings with Darkwire, so Haden would let them talk with her. Perhaps afterwards he would find out if they were able to help her, or if indeed they were Darkwire and would handle possible recruitment from there. So Haden hung back as everyone moved out.

The young woman and the boy headed down the street, while Haden was unsure of what the droid was going to do. The Hapan slicer crossed the street, seeming to leave the small party as they moved on. But he moved along the walk, eyes tracking the the curious girl and whomever followed. He wasn't attempting to hide from his recent acquaintances, just avoiding being seen with them.

The streets were busy, which aided in his apparent disassociation with the light saber wielding stranger, but also made his task of tailing them more challenging. If only from experience, the Hapan noted a woman moving in their direction as well, It might have been nothing, though she seemed to look quite often after the same woman his eyes followed. Maybe it was the scarring on one half of her face that made her stand out, when she would have otherwise blended in quite well.

They all disappeared into the bar eventually as did Haden. He lingered at the bar as the woman found a seat at a table, ensuring she saw that he had followed. The woman with the scar slipped in as well.

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

On the walk down- she had spotted the several people included in the conversation follow the ‘not Jedi’ at a distance. Unfortunately- she feared that she had been noticed as well. Her scars for sure didn’t help with blending in.

But That didn’t stop her from slipping into the bar as soon as the bustling crowd allowed her to reach the door. Glancing over to the ‘Not Jedi’ who was sat at a table in the corner- Rook decided to claim a deserted table a few rows down.


With her cybernetics, there wasn’t a problem with hearing what was being said. But with seeing the conversation? That would require a more finesse flare. Rook pulled out her data pad casually and started swiping.

The brilliant hacker that she was- enabled her to easily break into the security cameras. Leaning against the wall, she opened up one view that would allow her to easily watch the conversation.

“Precautions precautions,” Rook mumbled to herself thoughtfully. Yes- Precautions never hurt anyone.
Bringing a hand up to her cybernetics, Rook flicked a micro switch that would connect them to her specially modified data pad. Now the footage filled her minds eye as well as what was going on around her.
Swiping at her data pad, Rook brought up a cover screen. Now if anyone looked- she’d just be a person reading the holonets news.

 

[KAR]

Meetings like these were always tense. Nobody knew what to say or how much to give away. Everybody wanted to wait for someone else to make a move. It was maddening. There was a reason Katarine did not like politicians. She hated playing mind games like this. Being undercover so much however had taught her that shooting your mouth off would get you killed. Her mind drifted towards an old friend named Jaeger. He was the one who had once showed her that saying too much would result in pain. The memory made her smile before the smile became a frown. Everybody she had ever known was surely dead now. What a downer.

"I just need a job. A friend of mine said this planet had plenty."

She noticed a waitress was coming over to take their drink orders. Undoubtedly the establishment did not want any loitering. The female alien got held up with another customer who caught her attention however so it would be a few moments before they were disrupted. Or so Katarine thought.

The doors to the bar suddenly opened and there was a small scream as six people filed in very aggressively. All of them had biker helmets on that obscured their faces with different colored shields. They were all wearing the same leather jacket, decorated with one of the suits of cards on it. They stood shoulder to shoulder, eying the gathered patrons, until their helmets seemed to turn in the direction of Kat's table.

At that moment the Bothan bartender spoke up. "Hey, lame cards! I already told you I don't want you here! Get out!"


"The name is Wild Cards." The one in front with the red helmet spoke. His voice was oddly synthesized. "We just want to have a chat with one of your guests."

"I said get out!" The Bothan was coming around the bar, but before he reached the bikers a blaster bolt knocked him backwards. The crowd started to scatter. Some people were eager to get out of the way, others wanted to take the opportunity to cheat at the betting games.

The red helmet biker walked towards the table where Katarine and her new associates were. "So I hear one of you likes to go around cutting off arms? Which one of you would that be?"

"I'm afraid you have some of the facts wrong."

"Are you calling my sister a liar?"

"I'm not calling anybody anything. There was just more to the situation than a simple mutilation."

"SIMPLE? SIMPLE!?" The man suddenly kicked the empty chairs aside in anger. "My sister can't even ride her speeder bike because of what one of you thugs did to her! Now which one of you do I need to beat to a pulp? "


Rook.the.slicer Haden Del 5-WCH (Switchblade) Cartri Keswoll

 

[Haden Del]

Tag: K KAR 5-WCH (Switchblade) Cartri Keswoll Rook.the.slicer

He had no audio-enhancement tech on him, though Haden tried to surreptitiously evesdrop on the light saber wielder and the others. He managed to gather 'need a job.' The conversation ceased, as did all others, when the swoop gang came in. He had been tasked with watching local gangs for potential recruitment. These bikers looked a bit more intimidating than their brothers and sisters he had just watched skitter away with their tails between their legs, leaving an arm behind. They meant business, and their business was with the unfortunate young stranger.

The blaster shot sent the patrons scattering, most crowding out the door. Those who couldn't cowered behind tables or staggered about, too drunk to understand why everyone was acting so crazy. Haden straightened and stepped back, but remained. Oddly enough, so did the woman reading from her data pad at another table.

Red, the one with the crimson face shield, was getting surly with the potential recruit. The woman didn't panic, to her credit, but handled the vengeful leader with a calm logic. The question was would logic register with an angry gang leader? Not much of a chance, Haden thought. He had to consider the fact that he would have to either watch the girl be dragged out and beaten, or help defend her against six bikers. She wasn't helpless, she had already demonstrated she knew how to use the impressive weapon. But she was outnumbered. While Haden was an adept fighter, especially in a brawl, They would still be outnumbered, and if it got ugly, out-gunned.

He pushed off of the bar where he leaned and stepped forward. "I would be careful friend, or you may lose an arm too." Haden hoped the stranger with the light saber was worth whatever he was getting himself into.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

"Well, you'll find a lot of jobs down here for sure" he said with a small nod, contemplating if she was looking for Darkwire in particular. However, when he was about to ask another question some commotion began to form at the other end of the bar. Cartri snapped his head to the left and saw a bunch of bikers, who obviously were not here to have a quiet drink. The bartender ordered them to get out as he came around the bar, but his bravery was cut short by a swift shot to the chest by a blaster "Great..." muttered the boy under his breath as they came across. Six or more helmeted figures stood before them, eyeing them down as the ring leader began to ask the questions.

Cartri decided to stay silent as the former jedi beside him began to answer back, not scared by the implications she could cause. Although, when the biker angrily kicked the chairs aside it was clear he had to do something before this turned into an all out brawl. While he was getting out of his seat Haden had decided to come over and step in, making sure to throw in a threat to increase the tension. The red head slowly stepped from behind him and stood in front of the ring leader, his gaze looking up with relative calmness "You don't need to beat anyone up card guy, now can you please calm down and exit before you make a big mistake?" warned the teen as he motioned them towards the exit, his eyes cautiously looking at the other members "I'm sure your biker boys don't want to be dragged into your sisters problems"

Haden Del K KAR Rook.the.slicer 5-WCH (Switchblade)

 

[Rook.the.slicer]

Rook watched as the bikers came in- a lot of them, then the leader started asking them questions. She gave a small smile, she knew these bikers, and they actually happened to be good friends. Rook would often give them little jobs that were unrelated to Darkwire, and she would pay them well for it. Though she had only been in this timeline for less than a year- she had surprisingly made a lot of friends. Most of them scum and villainy.

She watched as another man stood and made a threat, then as the ginger headed kid stood up as well. Though Rook didn't have any doubts about the 'not Jedi', who she just found out her name was Katherine, taking care of herself. Rook didn't really want a full-scale bar fight- though they were amusing, they usually meant that the police would be there shortly.

She swiped on her datapad and sent a message to the bikers- one about a job that paid heartily. Definitely enough if the bikers wanted to by a cybernetic arm for his sister. To her annoyance, Wildcards glanced at it then looked back up. He obviously wanted revenge first. Rook rolled her eyes and stood up, she broke her connection to the camera's momentarily and put her datapad in her bag.

"I was looking for you," She called at the Wildcards, who turned his head with a snarl to find the one who interrupted him. Instead, his eyes found Rook, and his form relaxed slightly.

"Rook." He grunted, clearly not wanting to give any sign of weakness. Revenge was still in his mind. Rook made her way over there."I'm in the middle of something right now- but we can talk after."

Now for the hard part- Rook didn't have much hope that it would work, but she might as well try. "I need these people unharmed."

The biker boss seemed to consider, then turned back to the group. "Sorry boss- they maimed my sister"

Rook sighed- ah well. Another bar fight it is.

 

[KAR]

It was not surprising that the family of the injured girl was seeking repercussions. The Jedi had taught that every action had a reaction. What was surprising to Katarine was the way people she barely knew stood up for her. First the handsome royal spoke up, and then the red headed kid, and finally a woman whom Katarine had not noticed before. The way the woman spoke however made it seem like the bikers were under her employment.

"Look I am sorry your sister suffered the fate dealt but she did threaten me and a child."

"So she deserved it?"

Katarine sighed and closed her eyes, as if praying for patience. "That isn't what I meant. Isn't there some way we can peacefully settle this?"

"NOPE!" Without further ado the man in the red helmet pulled his fist back and punched Katarine square in the face. The Jedi had not been expecting this at all and she stumbled backwards into the wall. There was about one second of silence and then someone yelled FIGHT! and the entire bar started to brawl.


Haden Del Rook.the.slicer 5-WCH (Switchblade) Cartri Keswoll