Lan-Dai Navras
Character
The night was coming down fairly fast, or so it was perceived. The Coruscant skyline dimmed as night began to fall over the planet-sized city.
Moving silently, almost aimlessly, was a figure shrouded in mystery, concealed beneath a hooded cloak. To most pedestrians and bystanders of all shapes and species, this figure could've been a ghost, a mercenary, or a refugee...... If they paid any attention at all.........
Truth of the matter was, that the figure so well hidden under that hood and cape was an Emerallian Jedi Padawan, a senior one a that who had reached the pinnacle of his training under his master on Iktotch before he dissappeared inexplicably. Since then he had become a traveler, searching for him uncertain of what he would find. Lan-Dai Navras was his name, and he was, in fact, searching for a place where he could re-stock his supplies. While he hadn't run out, Lan-Dai was always known for planning ahead.
Whispers and murmurs from both sides were barely audible amid the rising commotion of Coruscant nightlife. However, the uneasiness of several in his vicinity was more than apparent. It did not take long for Lan-Dai to perceive that he was being either watched, followed, or perhaps both. As he walked further in his current direction, the more the Emerallian saw that he was no longer in what would be called the main city, stepping closer and closer into the more decadent slums of Coruscant. The street air became more polluted with each step forward, bright signs of neon began to advertise otherwise "unworthy" establishments, and those standing near suggested by their apparel that they were all in the mood for vice, either to acquire it, or to offer it.
Lan-Dai's earlier suspicions were aroused when he saw from the corner of his eye a fairly large kaleesh walk hurriedly in his direction, and sensed another being approaching fast from behind. Under his cloak one hand already gripped his lightsaber, and the other was already placed on the handle of his S-5, his preferred blaster. His suspicions were quelled, however, when both subjects closed in on a zeltron night worker close enough to him. The kaleesh grabbed the poor, defenseless girl by her throat, while a chiss who came from behind began to search her, taking advantage to fondle her under her scanty outfit. Pausing dead in his tracks, Lan-Dai simply side stepped from within his cloak as she tried to scream for help among the street dwellers who decided to turn a blind eye to her plight. Having gotten the distance and angle necessary, Lan-Dai leapt at the kaleesh from the right side, his body still concealed by his cloak, and turning in midair he dealt a snap kick that instantly pried him off of the zeltron girl and sent him flying several yards with the wind knocked out of him. The zeltron slumped to the floor as she struggled to catch her breath and composure as the chiss charged at Lan-Dai. Taking out a gauntlet protected right forearm from inside his cloak, Lan-Dai simply grabbed the chiss' arm as he threw a punch and began to pull him forward as he dealt a punch of his own to his abdomen that instantly left him unable to breathe. Delivering a chop to the back of his neck, Lan-Dai allowed him to drop to the floor.
The Emerallian then stepped forward to the zeltron girl's assistance, but she rose as fast as she could and turned to run from the scene in fear. Something about her demeanor suggested that she was not afraid of Lan-Dai, but of what would likely follow after what transpired. Looking around, Lan-Dai saw more than one now coming closer and closer. The S-5 still in his hand, he aimed upwards and fired the grappling hook and allowed it to pull him up just as more than one who had approached began to open fire on him. Reaching a low rooftop, Lan-Dai turned to run from the scene as he went deeper into the slums.
Back on the street, beings of several species were helping the kaleesh and chiss to their feet once more. A zabrak was speaking through a commlink.
"Who is this guy???? Who dares to interfere in our business??? He's heading south towards the run down rancor nightclub... Find him, and bring him back so that we can teach him some manners!!!!"
This was all the Zabrak said as he looked up in Lan-Dai's direction, a manhunt was now underway......
Moving silently, almost aimlessly, was a figure shrouded in mystery, concealed beneath a hooded cloak. To most pedestrians and bystanders of all shapes and species, this figure could've been a ghost, a mercenary, or a refugee...... If they paid any attention at all.........
Truth of the matter was, that the figure so well hidden under that hood and cape was an Emerallian Jedi Padawan, a senior one a that who had reached the pinnacle of his training under his master on Iktotch before he dissappeared inexplicably. Since then he had become a traveler, searching for him uncertain of what he would find. Lan-Dai Navras was his name, and he was, in fact, searching for a place where he could re-stock his supplies. While he hadn't run out, Lan-Dai was always known for planning ahead.
Whispers and murmurs from both sides were barely audible amid the rising commotion of Coruscant nightlife. However, the uneasiness of several in his vicinity was more than apparent. It did not take long for Lan-Dai to perceive that he was being either watched, followed, or perhaps both. As he walked further in his current direction, the more the Emerallian saw that he was no longer in what would be called the main city, stepping closer and closer into the more decadent slums of Coruscant. The street air became more polluted with each step forward, bright signs of neon began to advertise otherwise "unworthy" establishments, and those standing near suggested by their apparel that they were all in the mood for vice, either to acquire it, or to offer it.
Lan-Dai's earlier suspicions were aroused when he saw from the corner of his eye a fairly large kaleesh walk hurriedly in his direction, and sensed another being approaching fast from behind. Under his cloak one hand already gripped his lightsaber, and the other was already placed on the handle of his S-5, his preferred blaster. His suspicions were quelled, however, when both subjects closed in on a zeltron night worker close enough to him. The kaleesh grabbed the poor, defenseless girl by her throat, while a chiss who came from behind began to search her, taking advantage to fondle her under her scanty outfit. Pausing dead in his tracks, Lan-Dai simply side stepped from within his cloak as she tried to scream for help among the street dwellers who decided to turn a blind eye to her plight. Having gotten the distance and angle necessary, Lan-Dai leapt at the kaleesh from the right side, his body still concealed by his cloak, and turning in midair he dealt a snap kick that instantly pried him off of the zeltron girl and sent him flying several yards with the wind knocked out of him. The zeltron slumped to the floor as she struggled to catch her breath and composure as the chiss charged at Lan-Dai. Taking out a gauntlet protected right forearm from inside his cloak, Lan-Dai simply grabbed the chiss' arm as he threw a punch and began to pull him forward as he dealt a punch of his own to his abdomen that instantly left him unable to breathe. Delivering a chop to the back of his neck, Lan-Dai allowed him to drop to the floor.
The Emerallian then stepped forward to the zeltron girl's assistance, but she rose as fast as she could and turned to run from the scene in fear. Something about her demeanor suggested that she was not afraid of Lan-Dai, but of what would likely follow after what transpired. Looking around, Lan-Dai saw more than one now coming closer and closer. The S-5 still in his hand, he aimed upwards and fired the grappling hook and allowed it to pull him up just as more than one who had approached began to open fire on him. Reaching a low rooftop, Lan-Dai turned to run from the scene as he went deeper into the slums.
Back on the street, beings of several species were helping the kaleesh and chiss to their feet once more. A zabrak was speaking through a commlink.
"Who is this guy???? Who dares to interfere in our business??? He's heading south towards the run down rancor nightclub... Find him, and bring him back so that we can teach him some manners!!!!"
This was all the Zabrak said as he looked up in Lan-Dai's direction, a manhunt was now underway......