Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

It had been a very long day....A very long couple of days, really. The sort of long days that entitled the endurer to at least one drink - if not more than one matter of fact, and because of that? Well, Anora had arrived back to her room, cleaned up, and then went out seeking a drink.

She honestly didn't even care what it was, though knew she didn't want anything too strong. The brunette didn't particularly like the taste of alcohol after all, but she knew it would settle the aftershock of everything she had just gone through, and the nerves that still lingered from it. It had been the first time she had been out on the field without any of her fellow padawans on either side of her, and while of course her Master had been present, it was still a whole different experience.

So Anora had ordered herself something and then went to find a place to lean against outside. The fresh air was good for her too right now. Being inside for too long made her feel caged in, and she really just didn't want to think about any of that right now. The drink however remained in her hand, the contents sloshing from side to side slowly as she tipped it this way and that but didn't actually drink from it, not yet at least.

She did sigh though, and use her free hand to prop her head against a fist as she just tried to ease her mind.


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[Tyran Numeck]

It was clear his target was in some kind of stressed state. That was good. It would make his job all the easier. The Mandalorian remained in the shadows of the cantina and watched Anora Vahn as she ordered her drink. Anora wasn't his real target though, just a means to an end. Her father was Tyran's actual target. Roland Vahn was a bounty hunter who'd crossed one of Tyran's employers sometime back before vanishing into the air but word had gotten out he was alive and well and that he had a daughter that was training to be a Jedi.

There was a pretty decent contract on Roland's head and Tyran was going to make sure he got every last credit. He watched the padawan take her drink outside the establishment and take a moment to gather herself. He didn't notice any lightsaber hanging from her belt, but then again she wasn't a full fledged Jedi yet so maybe she didn't have one. That was only going to make this easier. The seasoned mercenary wasn't foolish enough to think this was going to be a simple snatch and grab, she still had the Force to draw from after all and that wasn't something to take lightly.

He picked up his helmet and set it over his head and waited for his suit to close up all it's seals. He needed this girl alive so to do that he had to use less-than-lethal ammunition, not something he usually carried. He had a few options to work with, a dart launcher with a low grade venom package that would put her out of it for a few hours, a vibroblade with a stun function that would leave one nasty bruise. If those didn't work then he'd have to improvise, it was something he was pretty good at doing. His father had ingrained that in him during his training: Adapt or die.

He readied the dart launcher and positioned himself in the shadows of the cantina so he had a clear line of sight on his target, aiming for the artery in her neck. He slowed his breathing to steady himself and then fired.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Under any other circumstance, Anora may have been in tune enough to realize that there was something not right around her. That there was danger, a threat to her, and that she should be on her guard. But that wasn't the case, she was still too wound up. However, it seemed dumb luck was on her side for a change, and she shifted in order to lean down and scratch a spot just below her knee. This still made her oblivious to danger, but it kept her from being darted - unknowingly or not in that moment.

With a sigh, the brunette lifted her glass to her lips only long enough to take a sip from it before she moved away from where she had been standing all together.


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[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran couldn't believe it. At first he'd thought she'd sensed his presence through the Force but the way she just walked away leaned towards her being completely unaware she'd almost been darted. He made a mental note to have his helmet targeting systems recalibrated, he should not have missed that shot at that kind of range. He walked over to where she had been standing and plucked the dart from the wall and promptly followed her path away from the cantina.

For some reason he had a nagging feeling this was just going to be one of those jobs where things didn't ever go the way they were supposed to. At least he was able to easily blend in with his surroundings in their current location. Kashyyyk was a dark place thick with jungle canopies that absorbed a lot of light. It gave him a lot of natural shadow to hide his ash colored armor in. If this had been any other place it would have been a little more difficult for him to track her unnoticed. Mandalorians tended to stick out in their distinctive armor. He made sure the vibroblade was ready and that the stun charge was primed as he picked up his pace a little and fell to within a few footfalls of her.

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[Anora Vahn]

There was a moment where the brunette paused, and her brow creased a bit. She shifted like she was going to turn and look behind her, but didn't actually complete the movement. She had merely stalled, seeming as if she were listening around her, but when nothing immediately shocked her system and told her to flee? Anora shrugged it off and continued to walk.

At some point she took another small drink from the cup in her hand, but her attention remained in front of her for the most part. Eventually she made a turn from the main strip she had been on to another less populated route. Dealing with people just wasn't what she seemed to be wanting to do at the moment. Just passing by or not.


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[Tyran Numeck]

It was a good stroke of luck that she started moving off into a more secluded pathway. Less eyes around to see him abduct her and more shadows for him to hide in. When she paused for an instant, once again in made Tyran think that maybe he was pushing it and tailing her too close but just like before she continued on as if nothing was amiss. When they were finally well enough away from the beaten path that was when he made his move. He'd climbed his way up into one of the lower levels of the tall wroshyr trees and deftly made his way from one thick limb to the next, just waiting for her to make another pause. When she finally did he dropped down out of the trees and landed behind her with a thud and lashed out with the vibroblade to stun her into unconsciousness.

 

[Anora Vahn]

She felt it again, the odd, unfamiliar sensation but this time she didn't stall. At least not the first time. It wasn't until she had heard something behind her, knew that she had heard something behind her that Anora stopped again.

This time she turned just as quickly as she stopped, and she ducked swiftly. Her hands extended in reflex and she used the Force to push herself and this stranger apart - and it did push her too, as well as toss the glass she had, had in her hand at him. Anora kept her footing, but she skid backwards and drew her own viroblade. Her gaze raked across this assailant and she frowned now that her guard was up, but she said nothing, just stood at the ready.


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[Tyran Numeck]

For one reason or another she seemed to finally pick up on the fact that she was in some form of danger and ducked right at the same moment he had tried to hit her with the stun baton. The blast of Force energy hit him square in the chest and sent him tumbling backwards into the air, but Tyran remained calm and activated his jetpack thrusters and rotated midair and launched himself back at her and hit her going full speed.

"Don't make this anymore difficult than it needs to be Jedi." he said with his helmet speaker giving his voice a slight robotic tone.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Catching full sight of this threat should have made Anora's blood run cold. The fact that some stranger in crazy armor was apparently trying to hurt her - or worse! - should have made her panic. But it didn't; her Fight or Flight instincts did kick up, but she didn't flee. She stood her ground and braced herself.

"Make what more difficult?" she did call out back at him. She had no idea what was going on, or who this guy was, or what the hell he wanted with her. But at the moment he was coming at her, and she brought her viroblade up to swing and at least defend herself while she shifted and moved to get herself out of the way.


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[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran didn't even try to dodge the vibroblade. Mandalorian Beskar armor was one of the strongest things in the universe, even lightsabers couldn't pierce it so her vibroblade was no threat to him, as long as she hit the beskar plates anyways. It didn't cover his entire body after all. The blow just bounced off his chest.

"You've got information some people are paying me a lot of money to retrieve." He said. "So either put the weapons down and come quietly or I'm going to have to get creative and you won't like that."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Information? What information could she possibly have that other people would want? That made...absolutely no sense to her, and it showed clearly on her face even if she didn't let her guard down. "I have no idea what you're talking about." she stated, firmly. "But you can damn well be sure that I'm not going to just drop arms and walk away quietly." A very slight smirk touched one corner of her mouth. "It's just not in my nature."


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[Tyran Numeck]

"Fine." He said as he decided to drop the less than lethal approach and pulled out both his blasters. "Let's get creative!" He opened fire on her aiming for her legs. A few plasma bolts in the thigh or knee wouldn't be anything life threatening but it would be more than enough to disable her for a few seconds to give him the upper hand and secure his target.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Typical man. When things don't go his way? Resort to gunfire. While Anora was quick to react, and kept her legs from getting riddled full of holes, she wasn't fast enough to keep from being entirely unscathed. The hit struck her outer thigh, and she visibly staggered because of it, but she was ready to protect herself.

Whether he came close or not, she threw the viroblade at one of his blaster wielding hands. She then used the Force to pull the damned thing away from him - focused on one for now, and thought too late about how she should have tried to get both out of his hands. But one for now would at least help some.


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[Tyran Numeck]

Having one of those guns ripped from his hands sent a spike of anger through him. Those guns had belonged to his long dead father and he wasn't going to let some filthy Jedi treat them like that. Still though he'd hit his mark with at least one of his shots, she was a nimble one there was no denying that. He fired a quick burst of shots as he sprinted towards her and then rolled to the left into the thick wroshyr trees.

"All you have to do is tell me where your father is and you don't get any more holes blown into your legs." He called out to her as he expertly maneuvered through the darkness to get a better angle on her. "He's got some debts that need to be repaid."

Once he'd circled around behind her he burst forth from the trees with an assist from his jetpack and hit her square on a tackled her to the ground. "You're beaten Jedi."

 

[Anora Vahn]

She felt that spike of anger, almost as if she had felt the emotion herself. Though that wasn't entirely impossible really, she had just gotten shot in the leg and was being demanded for information. Information that she didn't even--

"What?" she straightened just a little, her frown deepening as her father was brought up. "What in the hell could you possibly want with my-" but he moved again, and the blaster she had in her hand opened fire - and it continued to open fire when he came barreling out of the shadowy trees up until she was tackled to the ground.

There was loud protest from Anora, but she really was nimble and agile. She twisted, writhed, and moved her body until she managed to get her feet underneath her. She planted them, then used the Force to push herself and him over. This of course didn't loose her arms or break her free of his hold, but it put him on his back while she attempted to break free by whatever means necessary.


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[Tyran Numeck]

"Hut'uun'la Jetiise!" He hissed at her in Mando'a as she used the Force to flip him onto his back. His patience was at its end with this woman so he just grabbed her shoulders and rammed his helmeted head into hers with as much force as he could generate.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Ugh, the least you could do is curse at me in some kind of common tongue!" Anora railed out. She was still struggling for dominance of the situation, and that of course didn't go her way either. But oh how she wished that knock to the back of her head would have knocked her smooth out. But instead there was a sharp, searing pain that made her vision blur and her head spin.

The brunette groaned loudly in protest, and while her body slacked against the one holding her at bay, she did not slip into unconsciousness. Seems dumb luck was still on her side, whether it was good or bad this time was another matter entirely.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Once she'd gone a little slack he rolled over so he was kneeling over her and he quickly placed her in some stun cuffs that would give her a nasty shock if she so much as moved a finger. He propped her up against a rock and knelt down to face her. "Your father, where is he?" He repeated. "I'm running out of patience here and believe it or not I've been way more accommodating than I've needed to be. Tell me where he is so I can go get him and hand him over to the people who want him."

 

[Anora Vahn]

This time around, Anora didn't even struggle. The head wound had her reeling, enough so that when he moved her she gagged and groaned again once she was propped up. She didn't feel like she was sitting still even though she was.

"No..." she let out through grit teeth. She was finding it hard to focus now, understandably so. And then her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she was out.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran sighed. "Fierfek." He stood up and tossed the unconscious Jedi over his shoulder and made his way back to his ship the Tal'galaar, an old AP-290 heavy freighter that he had waiting in the space port. Getting back to the spaceport with his quarry was not as easy as he would have liked. Though most people wouldn't have questioned a Mandalorian with an unconscious person over his shoulder, this was Kashyyyk and Tyran didn't really want to get into an altercation with a wookiee. What should have only taken him a few minutes ended up taking him almost an hour to sneak into the spaceport and get to his ship without being noticed.

Once finally getting into his ship he set Anora down into the retrofitted prison cell he'd arranged in the cargo hold. With her being a Force user he was taking no chances and had procured himself a Ysalamir, the tiny lizards from Myrkyr created negative zones that cut off a person's connection to the Force. A pricey but necessary tool when hunting Jedi. He set her down onto a cot and closed the magnetic lock on the door and removed his helmet before heading to the bridge to fire up his engines and make a jump to Nal Hutta where his employer was waiting. It wasn't going to be a very long jump, but it would be long enough to give him some time to try and get the information he needed out of Anora.

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