One More Time! (Aeon Caedus)

[Ak'lya]

Standing on the roof of his old home, Strask waited. He had set up for this. His face was unreadable. He had been told the target, a certain [member="Aeon Caedus"], would come soon enough. His traps were set. All his weapons readied. All he needed was for his opponent to show.

What had he done? The Bothan didn't remember. But his assignment was to do it, and so he would.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Wherever he was, Caedus was leaving. There had been reports of him ending the lives of several civilians who had tried to steal from him. He had done it mercilessly a few days before and he wouldn't surprised if there were agents out to get him. He had a suspicious nature and being the Crown Prince, a very important person to his people, he was paranoid of assassins all the time.

Bringing two fingers to his ear, he turned on the comlink there and spoke into it saying, "I'm on my way back to the shuttle. Prepare it. And come to my location on my Order." He said, and then he turned it off letting his hands drop to his sides. Turning around he looked in the area he was in, ice blue eyes sweeping around.

I'm not dying tonight.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

As [member="Aeon Caedus"] spoke, a pair of metal cylinders dropped from the roof above him. On his comm, a voice spoke, garbled and brief. "Or not." Another pair dropped, and as they did, the first two would go off. The EMP grenades would fry his comlink, weapons, and just about anything else he was carrying electronic. In the meantime, Strask layed down behind the sniper rifle. Aiming at the man's left shoulder, he squeezed off a round. His only warning shot.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Unfortunately for Caedus he didn't realize the cylinders were there until they blew up around him. And when they did, he leaned forwards, scratching at the sides of his head as he pulled out his comlink and tossed it on the floor. Here we go. Are you ready? He asked himself, and he nearly berated himself, for talking...to himself in such a situation.

Throwing a wave of the Force upwards, since he had determined that was the only location the EMP's could have come from, before the second pair had blown up. They had been sent straight up, and just in the general direction of the prone, [member="Strask Ak'lya"]. But as he had spun around to do that, a shot had passed his shoulder, grazing it just barely scratching the few layers of skin.

The speed and velocity of the projectile probably did more damage to his shoulder than the actual contact, and then he knew where the assailant was. Running towards the building that the Bothan was on, he slid on his knees so that he was underneath a ledge so the bothan wouldn't be able to see him anymore and he drew out his falcata. If he dropped down, he would be killed in close quarters, but he doubted the being would be so foolish.

Drawing his slugthrower from his torso holster, he tossed it back the way he had come as an obvious distraction. It was the only thing he was willing to throw away. His guards had more. Besides, they were probably already on the way after his comlink had been fried before they could confirm orders.

But it only took seconds to kill someone...

 

[Ak'lya]

[member="Aeon Caedus"] was better than Strask had expected. But he was no idiot. The slugthrowers only served to catch his eye. Still, he had to admit. The man was smart. Guessing from the direction it was thrown, he was directly underneath. So, dropping things down will be fun. Another metal cylinder fell, this one detonating in a flash of light as it hit the ground. The Flashbang would distract him while another thing dropped. Something that looked like a human....

Strask stood up top still, watching for the reaction as the dummy hit the ground. Of it was hit then the explosion of feathers would tell him. If not, he would need to try something else.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He looked up to see if other things were falling . And they were. He didn't plan on being compared to a holo-drama actor who never looked up. Not in his final moments, if these were his final moments. He had started sliding along the wall with his eyes closed as the flashbang went off.

By the time he opened them, there was a corpse falling in front of him. So he leapt upwards, finally deciding that it was time to even out the playing field, and the Force carried him the rest of the way up and onto the edge.

It wasn't going to be easy taking down [member="Strask Ak'lya"]. That was for certain.

 

[Ak'lya]

Pulling out his CZ-835 pistol and aiming at his opponent's chest, he squeezed the trigger. Three rounds flew at the man. A dodge at this range would save him if he saw it coming. But that may be a long shot. Strask's reaction, beyond that, was to drop a smoke grenade, covering his movements behind the screen. Grabbing the Nightstinger, he headed down the stairs, locking the door behind him. This man would be harder than expected.
[member="Aeon Caedus"]

 

[Sheff Zee]

Before the pistol could have even been raised, the Force enhanced arm that belonged to Caedus snapped upwards and released a force push from it, straight at the being. He meant to knock him back down the stairs.

Due to the force push and the power of the slugs, one of the slugs still made it past the force shield, probably the third and last shot, and had torn through his shoulder and he dropped back onto a knee and waited to recover. He was starting to wonder whether he should kill the man, or just leave. Already it wasn't looking good.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

As Strask never got the chance to shut the door, he emptied the rest of the clip in [member="Aeon Caedus"]. Eight shots flew at him, the slugs not aimed more than a general direction. He dusted himself off, stood, picked up the dropped Nightstinger, and headed to the street. All his opponent would have left up top were some ammo clips and a grenade. What it would do, would be anyone's guess. Reloading, he aimed for the roof, firing another burst of rounds at the man.

 

[Sheff Zee]

After the force push had hit [member="Strask Ak'lya"] he had already leapt off of the roof and to another one, rolling across it and getting underneath a ledge as he felt one more of the shots toss him onto his back. He knew it was a clean hit, it had gone through his body completely and all he'd need was something to stop the flow of blood.

He remained on top of the roof and started to slow rise up to his feet, crouched though so he wouldn't lose his head prematurely and then he started to scurry off to the other side of it in order to jump off and flank the Bothan.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Listing to the sounds of the street, he heard movement up above. Smiling, he pulled the clip out, replacing them with a clip of specialized rounds. He was using a trick he learned at Barbel I. Explosive rounds can be incredibly effective without aiming. The new BURST rounds packed quite the punch.
And now he moved. Into the building that [member="Aeon Caedus"] was on. It was his anyways. The street was. He just wished that he could have done this easier. And quicker.

 

[Sheff Zee]

He continued to move along the rooftops, until he got to the edge of one and leapt towards the next one, using as much of the Force as he could and landed upon the closest building, and he landed behind the ledge of it. From there, he started to crawl away from his current location and get to the edge of the same roof, so that he may jump off of it and into the street below.

If he had judged correctly, he was only one more house away from the area he had thrown his slugthrower earlier.

"You're not going to win!"

He mentally slapped himself. Now he knew where he was. Idiot Caedus.

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]