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Just another day in the life...

"Monitoring station thirty one kilo, requesting patch in to nearest traffic control tower for permission to land..." Zarack spoke clearly through the mic at the cockpit controls, his eyes ahead looking out through the viewing port, the reinforced layer that kept the frozen vacuum that was space from exhuming the air from his lungs. The Vast size of the planet was quite captivating, especially concerning the political wealth of power that came with governing such a system, the core worlds known for shaping the galaxy in such might and reform over the years of history that he'd been fortunate enough to read about. This was admittedly his first time visiting the world of Coruscant, a place that you'd hear tales of from all corners of known space.

"Unidentified craft, this is Officer Desroe of Sector twenty-one, traffic control station A-four three. I am unable to get a readout of your vessel; Under galactic mandate for all incoming and outbound flight; you are no doubt aware that it is illegal to forge craft verification codes. You are hereby instructed to to descend to the nearest security transit station...-Now shown on your navigational chart. A team will be ready to assess and delegate your means of arrival. Have a good day".

His brows furrowed, gaze being stolen away from the beauty that was Coruscant only to be introduced to the harsh security that kept the world from being overrun by the criminal industry or otherwise other political sabotage. The navi-display was in fact reading a new pinpointed destination, one that at a closer glance still remained some few minutes away, quite a distance from the typical civilian market districts that Zarack was hoping to browse.

Frantically sweeping the controls and accessing the Baccara's central computing unit, Zarack sought to change the Freighters signature as quickly as possible, silently damning himself from within for not having thought of it sooner. "Look love..." He exclaimed a little flustered though managed to keep the most part of his composure under wraps, "I've just had one hell of a flight in, I've been jumping back and fourth between hyper-routes for the past several weeks trying to duck space piracy that I was assured would be taken care of by Coruscant's anti-criminal climate..."; he was bluffing his back end away, there was no denying it though the officer had fallen quiet and remained listening so that was a good start.

"Can you please just be a darl', have another look at my ships read out again. I apologize for the secrecy though a lot of people out there without the sweet voice and grace that you have, want my cargo for themselves. You'll find everything's in order now..." Nothing in the way that he spoke to the woman on the other end of the line, reflected anything of the kind of man that Zarack had grown up to become. Lying and persuasion was just another tool of the trade these days and sitting back into his seat, he eagerly awaited the response, hands on the controls ready to high tail it out of there if things went south. Zarack had a feeling, a distant nagging that he was about to flag the whole thing. Taking a deep slow breath, his eyes closed half away as he tried to summon the most reassuring and persuasive tone, coupled by his refound focus in the force that flowed around him "Rest assured I'll be sure to check in with the nearest security personnel to undergo all the necessary precautions...You have my word".

"LV68362...The Baccara..." The officer on the other side of the mic responded somewhat reluctantly, almost carrying an uncertainty in her tone of which she continued, "Docking Bay Area Seven-zeta four is currently clear and awaiting your arrival, you may continue at your leisure...".

"Many thanks, Ma'am!" Zarack replied quickly before shutting off the comm's channel before she could come back to her senses. With the privacy of his own cockpit back in hand, he laughed to himself abruptly in his small success, soon guiding the large Freighter down into the designated port and proceeding with landing operations, "And who said a little flattery never gets you anywhere!?".
 
Zetha was scavenging the docking bays. She wouldn't consider herself a street rat or anything like that. She didn't steal for every bite of food. Kark, she never stole food nor did she pull it out of the garbage. What she was looking for was a weapon. Or anything she could use to make a weapon. She had left her lightsaber in her chambers at the Jedi Temple on Tython, which she didn't regret. A lightsaber would instantly make her noticeable. Who knows if her master was looking for her. She didn't want anything tying her to that place.

But she still needed a weapon. Using the Force was good and all, but she needed something so people wouldn't bother her in the first place, prompting her to fight with the Force. So her she was, searching the spaceports and ship terminals for any scrap metal she could find.

It was then that she felt it; a disturbance in the Force. Someone had just used the Force. She had to go. She had to check if it was her old master. And if it wasn't, just who it was. Was it a Sith Lord? Or someone else entirely? Searching the skies, she couldn't tell which ship it was exactly. There were many clogging the sky. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, reaching out with the Force. Then she felt him. The Force-sensitive. Opening her eyes, she followed her instincts to stare at an LV68362. As it began to move to land, she sprinted towards the platform to meet it.

When she reached Bay Seven-zeta Four, she ducked behind a pile of crates and cargo, staring out a crack between two crates, watching the ship land.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]
 
[member="Zetha Vesh"]

Taking the landing bay platform in confident stride the young man moved down the ramp, swinging his jacket around the back of his shoulders to hide the twin lightsabers strapped securely in the holster around his mid-section, the polished cylinder weapons glinting briefly against the lights of the hangars docking bay area before being hidden entirely. For someone who owned a freighter such as the Baccara, the modified YT-1300, Zarack was noticeably younger than most pilots and the fact that there was only one of him spoke loudly for the kind of enhancements that had been made to the vessel that he left dormant, leaving it only to step out into the cool yet rather turbulent air filled with the many sounds of industry working at its finest. The air was thick with the smells of oil and machinery, grease and the sweat of the working crew that raced passed him to offer the typical resupply and assessments all vessels were given when granted a place to land in fair society. Behind these workers however, was a woman, wearing an officers garb and accompanied by two soldiers armed with rifles that looked incapable of firing non-lethal rounds. Fortunately he knew much less about blasters than he did his vessel and while his blaster pistol stirred silently against his belt at his back, he cleared his throat and avoided reaching for it, moving instead to meet them half way in the open view of any who might be watching.

"I take it you haven't come to offer me a tour?" He spoke first, confidently with a half smirk as he raised his hands to his sides in a show of sarcasm and question, "C'mon now, I took all the right angles, spoke to officer..." He paused momentarily, "Grife, what was her name...-Desroe! I thought we cleared this little mishap up..." Zarack turned half way, putting the three to his right as he glanced back towards the Baccara who he now prayed that the maintenance team weren't screwing around with her primary functions. Had he a need to leave swiftly, their intervention would be incredibly costly. Life Costly.
"We're not here for your vessel, boy..." The womans voice came through hoarse and aggressive causing Zarack to slowly turn back to eye her in a different light, there were no formalities in this one despite the uniform she bore and glancing passed her, the two armed personnel moved to slowly step forward towards him as she continued, "You are a marked man, Zarack Zorathi, wanted for murder three times over, theft and arson by the State of Eriadu; of which we shall escort you home...". His hands slowly fell to his sides, his cocky expression hardening, eyes darting between the three rather seriously now as they revealed themselves to be bounty hunters. Resourceful ones as he'd not used his last name in a good many years now, very very few knew of his heritage and given these people were aware of him, they'd no doubt know of his mentally ill mother, his dropkick father who abandoned them and his brother, the only other worth mentioning beside himself. The top of his right cheek lifted marginally offering something of a squint, his vision blurring so to pull his focus away from any one particular thing but to open his mind to all things around him, their surroundings, the force that swelled to his calling and soon sought every living thing to ensure that Zarack knew who wanted him and who was to be left out of this fight. No back up, though curiously there was someone else close by...-Someone with something to hide.

His silence bought no favor, the two men at the sides of the woman approached a pace further and raised their weapons; Zaracks response was swift. His hands lifted, sweeping passed his mid-section, the two lightsabers being drawn, not pulled from their holsters but guided into his hands by the force itself as he darted forward, head lowering to dash across the permacrete floor while volleys of plasma screamed overhead let loose by the trio's blasters. A snap of red, a hiss of energy escaping through the top of the hilts, his lightsabers ignited as Zarack screamed out, throwing himself directly into the line of fire, parrying two shots away from his mid-section yet catching one in the shoulder, he denied them the pleasure in slowing him down, instead driving both blades into the chest of the female before sweeping the lightsabers out in either direction, catching the soldiers firearms and carving them in two. The feeling of life leaving the woman's body was immediate and powerful. As if a black-hole had just taken everything that she was, the energy of life included and swallowed it leaving nothing but a feeling of emptiness. She expired while Zarack slowly moved passed her, eyes on the two before him who now radiated with doubt and a sudden sense of fear. He could have said something, could have let them go...-But the young male who moved to approach them was not the same cocky, witty kid that had left his ship. That facade was over, taken by these three that sought to take him. It was a gift of a life on the streets of Eriadu, knowing how to lie, to mask your intentions, your real self, to smile through all the terrible nasty realities of life to convince others you were ignorant of the many harsh truths in the universe; Here these two were seeing the side of Zarack that wasn't chained back, that wasn't restrained...-The side of him that his former Master had encouraged and wanted more of before he'd left her Order.

There was no warning. He dashed forward once more this time with the aid of the force to enhance his movements, closing in the gap between them and striking both blades in and inwards horizontal arc, slashing through their clothing and armor to separate their lower stomachs in two. They both groaned, then began to cry out in pain. One of them dropped to his knees and Zarack turned, finishing him in a final blow to the neck that took his head clean off his shoulders, his lightsabers deactivating, the blades being consumed back into the silver hilts while the other soldier collapsed and was left to choke on the blood that rose up in his throat. Digging into his pocket, he pulled a small remote and soon triggered his ships landing ramp to rise and seal off the vessel from any outside intrusion, only then returning his weapons to their holsters and turning back to look to the last of the three, Zarack lowering himself to a crouch, certain to keep his clothes from touching the ground and the blood that had pooled around his boots, his eyes on the suffering of the bounty hunter. "Now I'm going to have to report this to the authorities or they'll think me some sort of criminal and impound my ship. It's one thing to bluff your way through landing regulations, you see but avoiding a murder charge as you're so obviously aware of is a little more difficult if you don't get a handle on it quickly...-You really have ruined what was to be a positive new day for me...". He rose to stand once more, exhaling slowly under his breath and wiping his jacket down, brushing the dirt and dust from his clothes as if nothing had happened that wasn't typically ordinary in his day to day ventures.

It was then that he pulled his commlink from his belt and searched for the primary local frequency used for security alerts and official needs. Pressing his thumb against the calling button, he spoke clearly into the mic, "I'd like to report a Crime...". His shoulder was bleeding through the burned layer of cracked skin and material from his jacket, it stung now more than anything and it pegged him as part of the debacle, at-least as an eye witness if not a guilty party. Zarack wasn't entirely certain he could wing this one in truth though these people had come to him, he supposed he'd have to claim self defense, as long as someone could tend to his injury quickly.
 
Zetha had watched the entire scene, her eyes growing wider as the seconds passed by. She picked up their conversation, the word 'murderer' making her eyes narrow, but when the boy drew his lightsabers, Zetha let out a small gasp of excitement. They were pure red. The red lightsaber intrigued her. She was taught of its meaning; the Dark Side of the Force, the path of the Sith. And where that path of anger and destruction would lead. It was a story to keep younger padawans in line, but it did not deter Zetha. When she left the Jedi Temple, she vowed to find a Sith. If not to train her, then just to be her partner on the battlefield. Partner in crime, if it led to that. She just wanted to see what a Sith was like. And now one had literally landed right in front of her.

There was a crowd forming now. All horrified by the sight of the sliced up corpses, the pool of blood. Zetha moved from behind the crates, merging herself into the crowd. It was the oldest form of concealment in the book, hide in plain sight. Except if there was a book on stealth, like how to be an assassin or the like, she had not read it. She was simply doing what felt natural. She didn't know what this boy's intentions were, or if he would be hostile against her. For now, she couldn't take that chance.

But he was bleeding. And he had the red sabers that he swung with accuracy and precision that Zetha did not possess. Her master had told her she was a natural at the Force, and that It was stronger with her than any of her master's padawans before Zetha. But using a saber, having that feeling of a weapon being an extension of yourself. That was something Zetha greatly lacked. So maybe, if she helped the boy, he would be her ally.

She didn't want to draw attention to herself. If she stepped forward the crowd would begin to assume, connecting her to the killings that had just taken place. She had to let the boy know that she was an ally, without drawing attention. Word travelled fast on this planet. And if word of her appearance reached her old master's ear....well she didn't want to think about that.

Her gaze remained unmoving from the boy, but her eyes closed for a moment. She had learned telepathy before she left, and now she used it. Once she tapped into his mind, she opened her eyes, still feeling that sudden connection. It was like a warm pressure on the front of her scalp. She knew he would feel that link, so would have to deliver her message quickly.

Do not be afraid.
I am your ally.
You're hurt.
I'd love to help, but there's too big of a crowd.
If you can get rid of them, I will make my presence known.
[member="Zarack Arkaos"]
 
He watched the scenes unfold, from the landing at the docking bay #7z4, to the decapitation of the bounty hunter. He felt the young girl reach out to the man who just killed two people, and apparently more before that.

" Great first impression kid, now i'm watching you, that man you just killed had two children... who now are fatherless! Bastard."

He stood up and pulled his hood over his head. He then walked to the ventilation shaft that lead right down behind the ever growing crowd, and more importantly, that young girl. He picked up his blaster rifle and slid down the shaft. He rolled out onto the platform and nearly got flattened by a land speeder, but just dusted him self off and slipped into the crowd. He made a quick decision to pay his new "friend" a visit. He closed his eyes and channeled the force and tapped into the Girls consciousness.

I know who you are and why you are here
I'm not an ally nor an enemy,
So I will not hesitate to behead you new "friend" if he makes a move
There are better ways to learn
This man will gut you like a fish without a moments hesitation if you slip up,
especially since you are weaponless,
I can help you much more than he can.
I will not try and stop you, but I will give advice
If you'd prefer to have this conversation face to face,
reach out with the Force and I will be there
Do not do something you might later regret
He weaved in and out of the crowd until he had a good enough vintage point; one whee he could see both the Sith and the girl. He watched them both intently but as he noticed the gleam of the Boys light sabers, he self-consciously patted his waist to make sure his was still there.

"Might actually need it this time"
 
A clear cut picture was coming into view, metaphorically, the scene not unlike the mess that he had made for himself, was forming in the way that others were attracted to the area. Zarack, with the commlink at his mouth suddenly paused. There was an intrusion to his mind, his mental barrier broken through and linked to another's, a female. Zarack wasn't yet skilled enough in the ability to pinpoint where she was located but she certainly felt closer now that their minds were connected if only for a moment. Coruscant was well known to be the home of the One Sith, the Order of the Black Rose had taught him this much in the past where he was once associated with the group, arguably why his vessel rose some red flags upon entry into Coruscant's atmosphere. The Baccara, the Freighter who's light cannons could clear the area in an uproar should Zarack punch in the right numbers at the device clipped to his belt yet he did not; as this was the home of the One Sith and he had not arrived just to go pissing them off and gaining their attention, those that did grab the attention of the Sith did not often come away from it unscathed. The irony here was that though he wasn't aware of it, those watching him were under the impression that he himself was of the Sith Empire; a curious thought should it be elaborated upon.

A voice drew his gaze higher over that of the crowd, someone speaking down to him though Zarack had to squint some to catch the edge of the silhouette disappear off into the ventilation shaft. Confirming now that there was a third interested party and one that seemed to be much craftier in their approach triggered his sense of caution, eyes darting to the three bodies and now assuming they were not alone, he slowly stepped backwards to place more distance between himself and the crowd, his left hand moving for the small device at his belt and triggering the forward turret at the bottom of the YT-1300 to descend and remain on standby, an automated defense fit for a vessel piloted single-handedly, once again courtesy of the Black Rose long ago. Though he now owed them no allegiance, Zarack imagined that at-least his old Master Exedo would be impressed by the fuss that he was making, she so loved her own little spouts of chaos.

For the second time, Zarack drew upon his lightsabers, taking each into hand. Rolling his shoulders, he tried to peak himself up, trigger his adrenaline before activating the vessels offensive capabilities and feeling the force of the aft blaster cannons pummel wind against his back as they recoiled and the heavy blast was shot into the wall above the crowd, a single shot to send them all into anarchy. The fear levels in the hangar courtyard shot skyward, people screamed in fright and alarm, dashing for every which direction that seemed to offer them cover and sanctuary away from possible harm while The Baccara didn't offer anything else, instead it was Zarack who activated his lightsabers, standing there before the light freighter awaiting whoever it was that sought to do him harm.

"They chose their fate!" Zarack called out into the air, searching for [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"] who would hear him though had yet to return into Zarack's line of sight, "You don't need to follow in their path...-yet I have no intention of being taken by their kind, or anyone else's for that matter..." His right hand flicked out, rolling his wrist and spinning the lightsaber in a small flourish, stepping lightly in place in attempt to forget the pain that was his left shoulder, trying to replace that pain with the escalation of his combatant instincts. [member="Zetha Vesh"] was still out there somewhere as well, though Zarack did not have the ability yet to rightly communicate with her, he had indeed cleared the crowd and sent them running though in the manner of which he'd chosen, the authorities would no doubt be alerted sooner or later to the scene that was unfolding.

"Visit Coruscant..." he spoke up, though to himself this time with a half smirk, "It'll be fun, it'll be a load off. Center of the Galaxy with plenty of sights to see..." He snickered in bemusement, dropping his gaze to shake his head to himself. His shoulders hunched, lifted and then dropped, his jaw tightening as he bit through the pain and tried to test just how much maneuverability he still had in light of the injury. "Haven't even gotten out the blasted door and it's already a party...-COME OUT HERE, STOP HIDING!" He tone in self jest changed suddenly as he yelled out against the area ahead hoping to bring this third figure into view, "If you're here to fight me, FIGHT ME!". He was getting very impatient now, Zarack wasn't fond of being cornered and while his ship was behind him with all the firepower he needed to escape the planet, he hated the idea of running even more. He'd done enough running, escaping the authorities the span of his life thus far. If he was about to get himself killed, it sure as kark wasn't going to be being shot in the back while fleeing the scene.
 
He heard the one shot that threw the crowd into chaos, and the boy, activate his light sabers. never a good sign. With a slight grunt he stepped down and dodged the running civilians as he put on his mask, and opened his mind to the Force, and felt his adrenaline amp up. He calmed himself and stepped out into the open, directly in Zarack's line of sight.

"I am slowly losing respect for you by the minute kid, instead of stampeding a herd of people you should've asked me nicely to walk out."

He crossed his arms and played with his small vibro-knife in his palm.

"You have an admirer, she thinks you and your Black Rose friends are so interesting, but you're really not... and yeah that man you beheaded had a family, two children are now fatherless.. did he really chose his fate? or did you chose for him?"

He spun the knife around and sent it flying into the platform between Zaracks feet as he pulled out his light saber, and igniting both sides. He spun it in a circle around his body, and approached him. As he walked across the platform, anything that wasn't tied down started to levitate and hover around his body.

"I really am starting to dislike your sense of humor kid,"

He stopped and stood about 7 feet in front of Zarack and held his light saber out behind him, at the ready., and he reached out to Zetha as he watched the man confronting him.

I left my vibro-sword on the crate behind you.
This man is dangerous, and you have untapped potential,
I can feel it in the Force.
I will not dictate how you go form here.
 
Now someone was intruding on her mind. Someone who wasn't the boy she was trying to get the attention of. For now, it didn't seem like he had noticed her. And if he did, then he didn't really care. The second man was telling her what to do now, what to choose. That was the exact thing she was trying to flee from, her entire life. Her parents telling her what to do, the Jedi Council telling her what to do, her master telling her what to do. She was tired of it. She just wanted the voices in her head to go away.

How do I know you won't gut me like a fish?
She shot the question right back at the second man, a harsh tone to her thoughts. Just who did this guy think he was? Barging in here and pretending he knew her, knew what was right? He didn't know her, he didn't know anything about her. The first man, the Sith, began to challenge the second one. There were gunshots. The crowd fled, Zetha remained. That action alone probably singled her out as being the third Force-sensitive. There was a vibro-sword on the crate behind her. Zetha held out a hand, reaching out with the Force, watching the sword spin towards her. The handle met her hand and she tightened her grip around it.

So the two men were making themselves known. One of them, the new addition, was wearing a mask and held a vibro-blade. She saw lightsabers on his belt, which he removed and held behind him at the ready. The Sith did the same. Zetha clutched the blade tightly, her gaze flicking from man to man. She didn't know who to choose. In her heart she knew she had to go with the Sith, but the other man threatened her into choosing his side. She knew that this was one of the worst times to be indecisive, but she didn't know what else to do. Except stand there, a shaky sword in her hand, like a fool. She was a fool.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"]
 
He laughed as he felt [member="Zetha Vesh"] snap back at him, and his head throbbed slightly from it. He smiled and blinked to reply.
If I was going to gut you like a fish.
I would've done it the second you hid behind those crates.
I do not have oppose your thoughts,
I too cant stand the Jedi order,
but I stay with them to keep my Mother and Sister's dying dream alive.
You just are far more powerful than you let on,
I felt you connect with the force, and it hit me like a train
He activated his double bladed light saber after he slid his vibro-blade back in it;s sheath and examined his surroundings, including the only other two people in the vicinity.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]
 
[member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"] mentioned the Black Rose, something that Zarack had failed to speak of nor would he have ever planned to mention no longer having any part in their Order, his brows furrowed, head tilting marginally as he wondered just how much about Zarack's past did this male know, or had he managed to track the vessel Zarack had flown in on. "I do not belong to the Order of the Black Rose anymore" He called across the clearing, the vibrant hum of his two lightsabers snapping back and fourth with every movement, Zarack had began to move from side to side, awaiting any moment of warning, any sign that he was to be attacked first. "And I do not care for your respect, only a fool respects another they know nothing about and you do not know me...".

The Bounty Hunter was really beginning to anger Zarack now, the second time mentioning children like their lives were some sort of bargaining chip to be used for or against the decisions of others like some kind of tools. Zarack's own father had abandoned him and his little brother, their mother had fallen into mental weakness and this stranger was only baiting him further. "If they cared so much for their children then perhaps they would have had the sense not to choose this way of life. Bounty Hunters live and die by their day to day...".

The Togruta, he didn't know at all nor did he understand why she remained, for whatever her reasons, to watch the scene unfolding; obviously approaching a conflict that would settle things one way or another. "As for my 'Admirer'..." He used the term loosely, more so mocking the male where as he was more intrigued by [member="Zetha Vesh"] than anything yet needed her out of the way for the time being, something that ought to benefit her equally so, "I don't know why you're still here but I'm growing awfully curious. If you're still here after I'm finished with this one perhaps we can talk...".

It was here that the small vibro blade had been thrust in his direction, the knife pegged between the two permacrete plates that made a portion of the landing bay floor between his feet. The Bounty Hunter slowly began to approach and through some knowledge of the force began to employ the use of telekinesis to lift the environment up with him, shielding himself in some degree or readying himself to hurl the debris and odd objects towards Zarack. The Flow of the force around his foe was evident through his sustained hold on the levitating equipment that slowly circled him, a clear mind required to keep up with such an ability; one that was going to be a very decent match if not already proving to be Zarack's better when it came to the use of the Force.

Both lightsabers flew into motion, spinning around his torso with swift and precise control of his arms and wrists, knowing the blades themselves as if they were part of his own, how far their length reached and miraculously not cutting or damaging his clothing at all as he shifted forward, placing his left foot ahead of himself and spacing his right out to carry the majority of his wait, one blade held atop his head while the other in his left hand held at his side, the shimmer or read a horizontal guard across just infront of his waist, in stance and ready to begin.

"You ready, old man?".
 
She really didn't know what to do. She was so lost. She didn't know who was her enemy, or her ally, who would kill her, and who would let her live. The man with the mask, he was really getting on her nerves. He kept telling her what to do. So then logic stated she choose the side of the first man, the one with the red lightsabers. There was the chance of him taking her own life, but that should be expected. Zetha was in the real world now, not the safety and protection of the Jedi temple, where false fairness and presumed order controls the everyday thoughts. She had her training. If this man really was as evil and untrusting as Masky claimed, then she could get out of it. She knew she could.

They were ready to fight now. Really fight. Zetha took a step back, a part of her not wanting to get involved in the fight. She would probably be seen as a burden, in the way, an obstacle. She didn't know how to use this sword in her hand. Things were starting to float now, the masked man's doing. Okay, that she could deal with. She took another step back, the sword lowering to a non-offensive position, and she waited for the next move.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"]
 
At the words 'old man' all the floating debris around him stopped and began to glow.

"Old man? Really kid, you're asking for it."

The white blades of his saber-staff began to turn a very dark shade of red, and as he clenched his fists, anything that floated around him or was lying at his feet crumpled up and dissolved with a hiss. As he got into the Shien/Dem So ready stance, the surface underneath his feet began to wither and melt, and flames sprouted out from around his boots. He glanced at [member="Zarack Arkaos"] and recognized his fighting style as a mixture of Form III and Form II, a very dangerous combination.

"Lets see how well you can wield you little toys kid."

As the words left his mouth, he spun his now crimson light-saber and lunged at Zarack.

[member="Zetha Vesh"]
 
[member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"] made the first move yet he'd let his defenses down, instead looking to go on the attack, the formerly levitating debris could've been used to his advantage, at-least thrown at Zarack to halt his potential evasion or counter. It was the moment that Zarack could identify the first weakness, he had managed to goad the BountyHunter into attacking simply by getting cheeky with him. By earlier talk, Zarack could really only confirm that this one either had a short temper or felt they had something to prove. Emotions that could make or break a fight dependent upon the user, anger could amplify strength and conviction yet self-consciousness and a feeling of inadequacy could topple confidence and break ones momentum; which of the two did this hunter have, Zarack wondered as he moved in retaliation.

He didn't back away, instead he kicked off from the ground meeting the BountyHunter mid-ground and driving his right foot forward into the pavement, he sprang himself up and over in a somersault whilst arcing both lightsabers around to parry off of the blades of the others, ensuring that they missed while he moved to land upon the other-side. Shrugging his jacket away, he let the heavy top fall to the floor revealing his much lighter long sleeved shirt that offered further maneuverability in the means of combat, blood stained at the shoulder and growing darker by the moment, it would do him wrong to see the fight push on for too long. Though he'd prefer to stand there and goad the man some more, he just didn't have that sort of time on his hands...

Zarack moved once more into pursuit, watching the BountyHunter closer while the blade in his left hand rose at the ready and the right hand rolled the other lightsaber atop his knuckles to be taken at an inverted grip, leaving a trail of molten pavement at his back, the blade slicing through the ground beneath him as he neared his opponent. Using this, his body tensed, bringing himself into a firm halt and pulling the lightsaber up with a shower of hot stone and broken permacrete to shower the front of his foe; nothing severe yet hopefully enough to distract while he then moved to drive his left hand forward looking to pierce the chest of the man; well aware of the double-ended weapon to counter him, Zarack kept his mind swiftly on edge and the inverted saber at the ready looking for signs of what was to come, anything that would tell him where to move, how far to push forward or fall back.

[member="Zetha Vesh"]
 
Zetha watched the battle. It was really the only thing she could do. She wanted to help, but she was torn between who to pick. One that hadn't insulted her but who just might kill her, or one that was extremely powerful but had tried to control her. The battle was raging on too fast. Things were melting. Lightsabers were flashing everywhere. Zetha doubted her little blade could do much. She didn't even know which one of them would be on her side. The one showing his face hadn't even acknowledged her presence.

That pissed her off. She liked being noticed. it was a tone of vanity the Jedi order hated, but she still possessed it. She wanted the two to notice her. She had questions she wanted answered. Just who were each of them? Did they have a previous quarrel, or did they just go around starting fights with whoever looked at them funny? Maybe the masked man saw the other as doing wrong by killing the two previous men and the woman. So that made him a do-gooder. Zetha had been around too many of those, and quite frankly was tired of their ways.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"]
 
He watched [member="Zarack Arkaos"] flip over him, and then shower him with hot stone. He put up a wall with his mind, and caught all but one of the melted stone, and he sent all the debris right back at Zarack but with much more force. He looked down and saw the butt of a piece of hot stone protruding out of his knee, and grunted as he pulled it out. His crimson saber-staff hummed as he swung it up at Zaracks light-saber. He read his foes stance and used it against him, for most swordsmen don't expect their enemy to know their fighting style. He felt their light sabers collided, and he pulled Zarack with the force, and as he stumbled towards him, he spun around Zaracks other lightsaber and pushed him again, but this time much harder, enough to send him flying.

[member="Zetha Vesh"]
 
The driving stab missed, his lightsaber parried away while Zarack felt the force gathering around [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"], soon pulling him in a brief burst forward to stumble a couple steps, he sustained his balance yet by then it was too little too late to avoid the next barrage of telekinesis, the invisible wall of the force hitting the side of him full impact and throwing him from his foothold on the ground. It wasn't conscious thought that led him to react but in the short time that he had, survivalist instinct that made him act without thinking, throwing both arms to the left to shift the momentum and turn of his body just in time to catch the floor on the back of both feet, sliding several paces before stumbling back into the wall of the nearby vehicular maintenance station.

It was indeed curious to Zarack how his fighting form could be so well read when unlike the other, Zarack himself held no training in the traditional forms of swordsmanship; over the years he'd learned to wield the blades in sync with his body, in line with what his instincts and the force told him, the faithful leading the blind so to speak. There were no scripted movements in his offense, no learned strikes that came from any holo-book or training regiment, it was all a series of reactions, counter-attacks and knowing when to step in and when to step away; when things were getting too much to pursue the risk of life and death. His former mentor had taught him this much, while he may not have learned a great deal in their short time together, he had come to learn how to survive on his own against the odds.

Disengaging one of his lightsabers, he free'd his left hand, returning the hilt to its holster against his chest, the strap that ran from shoulder to side around his back and across his torso, seemingly home-made but a good fit for his weapon. His opponent still held his double sided lightsaber yet too used the force in line with his own fighting style, clearly Zarack would need to do the same if he were to overcome the other. While the two blades required more time and maneuverability to properly handle, the precision of the lone lightsaber and the power of the force in his other hand would suffice to see him through.

Augmentation of the Body through the force itself, it was a skill many had heard of as it utilized the core principles of both Sith and Jedi Training alike; the ability to strengthen ones body in order to capitalize on another weakness or to amplify the speed in ones step to clear distances in such limited time. Zarack moved with such a pace that he cleared the gap between the two within seconds, his anger rising, unable to keep himself from yelling as he lashed out in a serious of vicious single handed strikes against the Bounty Hunter. The first two were aimed for the double sided weapon itself, parrying both blades away to the left in order to side-step around to the males right as swiftly as possible, his left foot moving to kick out the right of Nate's out from under him hoping to topple his balance. Regardless of whether the first bout succeeded however, he did not back off but continued, swinging the lightsaber around in a flourish to confuse any potential counter-attack before taking it into both hands and driving it forward once more in an upward slash intent on severing the mans head and left arm from his chest.

[member="Zetha Vesh"]
 
The two men kept attacking. Zetha watched them for a bit, but she was really getting bored. That ticked her off. Boredom, ignorance. It all annoyed her so much. She just wanted to talk to the Sith, but this masked man was having none of it. He was preventing her from doing what she wanted and that wasn't fair. Sure, this guy might be evil, but who was to say that Mask wasn't? Zetha had had enough with Mask. She wanted to talk to Red Blade so that's what she would do.

Letting out a grunt of frustration, she threw the sword to the ground and took a few steps forward. Red had sheathed one of his blades, bringing his other around to slice at Mask. Time seemed to slow down. Her left hand stretched out as she called the Force to her. Feeding from its strength and energy, she tightened her grip around Mask. Unless he found a way out of it or could somehow slice through the binds of the Force, he would be trapped. An invisible hand would hold him in place. The effort took some energy out of her, but she kept herself standing. Keeping her eyes on Mask, she slightly turned her head towards Red and gave a nod.

She hoped he could do it quickly. She couldn't hold Mask for much longer. As every second past, she felt her grip on him loosen. Maybe he was right, maybe she did have a trainload of untapped potential. But she had no access to that right now. Now, she could only do what she could to assist her hopeful ally.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"] [member="Nate_the_BountyHunter"]
 
He felt the force tighten around him like a vice, but it wasn't life threatening and it was getting weaker by the second. He turned his head and saw [member="Zetha Vesh"] drop his borrowed vibro sword and nod at [member="Zarack Arkaos"]. He thought to himself and then summoned his vibro sword back to him, and it spun through the air and into his outstretched hand. He broke out of Zetha's grasp, but remained still as he felt more presences come increasingly closer. Most likely the local police... and a squad of soldiers He looked behind Zarack and saw the three dead bodies, and his ship.

"... Local authorities are here... and a lot of them too. I don't think that blasting our way out of it will work, you two might have to have this conversation elsewhere"


He heard a police officer come around the corner and spot the three of them. He glanced at the mans and used the force to tap into his nervous system, and shut it down. The man's eyes rolled in his head as he hit the floor.

"There's a much greater number of officers... about 70 seconds away... What are you going to do?"

He turned at Zarack as he slowly waved his light-saber side-to-side.

"Are you going to kill them as well?"
 
[member="Zetha Vesh"] stepped out of her own accord and tried to assist Zarack in the fight, it was the first of two surprising outcomes within the few seconds that presented themselves that took him a little off guard, the latter was [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] himself who seemed to change his tone completely and rather than seek to finish the fight or even protect his own neck when the Authorities began to file in, turned to offer them some small words of advice. While Nate tried to break free of the Togruta's telekinetic hold, Zarack used the opportunity to refer to the device at his belt, the small range remote that triggered his ships offenses. Are you going to kill them as well? those words rang so true to Zarack, the bounty hunter almost challenging him seeing the situation with little hope though hope wasn't something that Zarack relied upon, he made his own way through whatever river of kriff, no matter how deep.

There wasn't a lot of time to be had yet the Bacarra's lower blaster cannon's once more came down from the hull of the Freighter, this was to be his ace in his sleeve so to speak had the fight not gone his way, however now the card needed playing more than ever as Zarack had no intent to submit himself to anyone, Bounty Hunter nor local officers of the law. Moving for the landing ramp, the Blaster Cannon's lit up the hanger bay area over head, Zarack slowing at the mouth to turn back and call out in Zetha's direction; "If you want a way out, it's here. Move your ass or I'm leaving without you!".

Heavy cannon fire lit up the permacrete floor in front of the vessel in large explosive charges of plasma connecting with the ground to give himself and the Togruta if she so chose it, some cover fire. By remote, it offered no precision yet the area of effect was wide and the cannons arced out keeping the security forces at bay, only able to fire back with small munitions from their standard blaster rifles while the young man made his way frantically through the ship to the cockpit and lit up the engines in a roar that made the entire craft shudder to life. He didn't spare much time for anyone else, soon activating the landing ramp to close as soon as possible expecting the girl to have made it in already and if not, intent on leaving her behind if it meant saving his own skin. The Modified YT-1300 began it's ascent, the landing gear lifting into the bow of the vessel as Zarack tilted the aft of The Baccara skyward and pushed forward against the propulsion, the after-burn of heat and fumes searing at the wall that had been closest to the rear moments before he took her up into the air and prepared himself to receive what would undoubtedly be a fighter patrol inbound to intercept them.

"Girl I don't know who you are but if you made it on board, I need you on the guns!" He called through the vessels interior comm's system. If she had made it, her help would be appreciated in keeping the other fighters off of their tail though if not, then Zarack would do what he had to to ensure his escape as best he could. After all, he didn't know either of these people and wouldn't risk his own skin to save them, especially the one that he had intended on killing in that short duel.
 
Things were escalating quickly, to say the least. The sword whipped past her, grazing her leg, as Mask pulled it towards him. Then the police showed up and Red's ship began firing at the platform. She glanced at the ship, noticing the ramp was already lowering, Red sprinting towards it, calling out for her to do the same. Zetha took the ship's attack as a distraction. Forgetting about Mask altogether, she broke into a full-tilt sprint towards the ramp. She climbed it, turning around to watch it close behind her.

She stayed there, not really sure what to do now. Red wanted her in the ship, and now that she was here...well now what? That question answered itself when a voice rang through the ship's comm system. Man the guns. The guns! Right! She could do that! If she knew where they were. She knew time was of the essence, but she allowed herself a moment to open herself up to the Force's guidance. With a partially complete layout of the ship, she hurried to the guns, climbing down the ladder, and slipping into the chair.

Gripping the aiming mechanism, she swung it around, not really knowing what she was doing. It was pretty simple, point to aim, press the two buttons on the top of the wheel to shoot. She didn't really have any experience with this, so she just aimed at the people down there and began pressing the buttons like mad. A flash of heat, light, and fire erupted on the docking platform. She must have hit a fuel canister.

Then they were off and Zetha watched a swarm of fighter ships closing in. "Got it," she said, more to herself than the man on the other side of the comm. She had no idea if he actually heard her. She just kept up that aim and shoot method. Seemed to work pretty well back at the docks. There were only five fighters, which would be easy for an experienced shooter. But Zetha wasn't. Oh well, hope for the best. She couldn't help but let out a little cheer of excitement as she watched one fighter explode into dust.

[member="Zarack Arkaos"]
 

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