Revenge on a Jedi.

[Broorn Sabor]

He leaned on the wall inside of the alleyway, brass-knuckles in his right hand. He was going to get vengence, vengence on this scumbag, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. He sent his fist flying into his open palm, anger buiding up. Hopefully his fake shout for help would draw this Jedi in, who he noticed a few blocks away.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Having arrived on Carida, Tugoro would make his way through the streets, leaving his Narra-class Interceptor in the hangars. Chuckling quietly to himself, the boy could not help but think of the repercussions his antics would have, for he had in fact stolen the starfighter. Eventually some officials would catch up to him, and get him in a lot of trouble with the council. For now, he patrolled the streets, walking slowly to take in everything that was going on around him. Merchants were busy hustling the tourists, and the tourists were busy getting hustled. There was not much to take notice of, other than the flowing waves of people that moved back and forth. They were all busy, each one of them having something important to do, be it visit their family, or even friends.

Stopping his own movement, Tugoro would direct his gaze to the ground, closing his eyes as he remembered what had happened in the cantina. Every time he went to sleep, all he could see was the red flashes of blaster fire, and Nob Soldat's smoking corpse. It was not an event he liked recalling, for it only reminded him that the man had probably had family and friends somewhere too. Tugoro had taken his life in cold blood, along with the right to be in the Mandalorian's company. He was sure that some family members searched at the moment, desperately wanting to at least uncover his body. Gritting his teeth in resolve, Tugoro would wipe the thoughts of doubt from his mind, reassuring himself that the man had been complete scum. Now wearing the beskgar chest plate under his padawan tunic, it would serve as a reminder of what he had done. Turning his head to the side, Tugoro would begin to peer into a dark alleyway, suddenly hearing a call for help. Trudging forward, the Jedi would enter the dark corridor, looking around for someone. "Hello?"
[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

His back was turned to the Jedi, clutching his rips with his free hand. "H-help me", He said, with a tone as if he had an injury. Instead of allowing the Jedi to approach, he would spin around, wide grin on his face. "Did you miss me?" He asked, attempting to drive his fist, clutching the brass-knuckles, into [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]'s gut. He didn't like Taidarious, didn't appreciate his work as a Jedi, simply disrespected everything the kid had ever done. Today, the kid would regret messing with him, he was going to make this Jedi crawl.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

A tingling sensation would flow through Tugoro's being, as the force seemed to warn him. It was too late however, for the brass knuckled fist of [member="Broorn Sabor"] launched forward, slamming into the boy's stomach. Luckily for the Chiss, his attack had not impacted with the Mandalorian armor under his tunic, for Tugoro had only been able to equip it's upper half, having severed the bottom. The strong beskar material would protect his upper torso, incase an attack aimed towards his heart was delivered. The sturdy metallic material of the brass knuckles would impact with the boy's flesh, causing him to stumble backwards in pain, leaning forward as he clutched his stomach.

Small amounts of saliva and blood would drip from the boy's open mouth, as his eyes remained widened in surprise. This scum was at it again, it seemed he was rather angry. The pain Tugoro experienced was incredible, however it was nothing compared to searing hot plasma slicing through your flesh. Clenching his robotic hand into a tight fist, Tugoro would step forward, standing to his full height as his arm swung out, aiming to slam the brunt of his metallic protrusion across his face. After this was attempted, the boy would face his assailant, standing perfectly still. "Three strikes...And you're out.." He would say, making a sports reference, in regards to the chances the padawan had given the Chiss. It was difficult to speak, for he was winded, and most likely open for another attack.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He took the punch, grabbing his jaw and taking four steps back. "Imma see ya crawl, Jedi!" He said, charging forward. In retaliation, he would attempt to send an upper-cut to [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]'s jaw, using the hand with the brass-knuckles. He wanted to kill the boy, but he couldn't force himself to do so. However, he would try his best to cause as much pain as possible.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Seeing as Tugoro was already dealing with the pain dealt to him by [member="Broorn Sabor"], he would be caught off guard, taking the swift uppercut to his chin. The impact caused his head to jerk backwards violently, as his teeth bit down on his tongue, causing more blood to flow from his mouth. Leaning backwards, the boy's balance would be lost as his head began to spin. Slamming onto his back, the young padawan would look up at the Chiss with hatred in his eyes, for this man played dirty. The brass knuckles did him good, and so did his superior age and strength, for Tugoro felt like giving up at this point.

Turning his head, the boy would spit the sanguine liquid from his mouth, watching it splat against the alleyway's floor. Slowly lifting his arm, Tugoro would aim his open palm towards the Chiss, attempting to unleash a force push with as much focus as he could muster. This force attack would do little more than shove the Outlaw backwards, for the young Jedi had been severely weakened.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He was hit with the force attack, stumbling back before also loosing his balance. He planted into the ground, face first, lying there for a moment. He slowly got up, blood pouring from his nose due to the fall. He managed a grin, slowly walking over to [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. He would then fall to his knees, attempting to send a fury of brass-knuckled punches to the boy's nose. If the boy was still there, that is or if he had attempted to strike with another attack.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

As [member="Broorn Sabor"] went flying backwards, Tugoro took that time to struggle onto his feet, for he would truly need it. At this point, pain was surging through his body like an electrical current, it was an extremely unpleasant feeling. To think, that this local criminal would be able to do such a thing to Jedi, it simply outraged the boy. Even though anger was something he shouldn't embrace, he did, managing to stand up straight due to sheer determination. Stepping backwards slowly, Tugoro would watch as the Chiss approached at a mild pace as well, though his fist did not. The brass knuckles that were held in place by the man's fingers would shoot forward, once more colliding with Tugoro successfully.

Jerking his torso backwards, the padawan aimed to at least lessen the damage, seeing as he was too tired to avoid. Turning his head as well, the blow would collide with his cheek, causing him to slam into the wall of the alleyway, once more dazed by the man's strength.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"BEG! BEG FOR YOUR LIFE!" He shouted, watching as [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] collided with the wall. As soon as he collided with the alleyway wall, he would attempt to send his fist into Tugoro's back. "COME ON, YOUR A FETHIN' JEDI! FIGHT, FIGHT ME!" He shouted, joy filling his voice.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Placing his palms against the wall, Tugoro would attempt to push off of them, in order to get the Chiss back in his sights. However, the blow had really rattled his brain, causing his movements to become sluggish. The brass knuckled fist of [member="Broorn Sabor"] would once again find it's target, slamming violently into the Jedi's back. Pain like no other shot up along the young boy's spine, as his form slid down against the wall, onto the dirt alleyway floor. The boy would fall onto his side, eventually tipping onto his back, which caused more pain to jolt through his bruised and bloody body. This was it, Tugoro was sure that today was the day he died. All because of some stupidly reckless actions he had taken to harm a spice dealer. Had it all been worth it? Feeling the immense pain in his back, the young padawan could not help but feel immense fear as the Chiss continued his approach.

There was so much he hadn't been able to do in his life, he was only fifteen after all. Memories of the past would begin to flood the boy's eyes, showing him images of his friends, and foes alike. Maleus was one of them, a powerful Sith Knight that had haunted him for the longest time. The man was bent on bringing out Tugoro's darkness, for he as convinced the two were alike. It was a mysterious that the padawan desperately wanted to solve, though it seemed he would never be able to solve anything ever again. Looking up at his apparent murderer, Tugoro would begin to back away, using his hands to move his body towards the alley's entrance. It was so far away, there was no way he would make it in time. Even as he did this, thoughts still flew around his mind, giving him glimpses of his darkest moments. Lupe Baracka, a padawan that had sliced his hand off during a training accident. The dark skinned male had been successful in baiting the boy's anger, which caused him to fight with much passion. Something that was frowned upon. There was one thing that the boy would never forget, that being what had happened afterwards.

Anger, fear, and hatred began to grow within the boy as he looked up at the blue skinned alien, despising everything the man stood for. Opening his mouth, Tugoro could not hold himself back from screaming, the emotions of the dark side having overwhelmed him completely. As he wailed in despair, the involuntary power of force scream would kick in, causing shock waves to ripple through the force and head towards the Chiss. The boy's eyes would burn with a bright yellow hue as he gave into the dark side, having no choice seeing as he refused to accept death. The boy was teetering on the line at this point, for he had already performed this technique once. A blast of force energy would make it's way towards Broorn, hopefully lifting him off of his feet. The technique would leave the Chiss dazed, for the sound waves released would effect his sense of hearing greatly.

Managing to turn his body, the boy would begin to crawl away feebly, before slowly but surely struggling to his feet. Propping his arms against the wall, he would use it as balance as his shaky legs made their way out of the alley, failing underneath his weight as he exited. A passerby would tend to the boy, taking him to the nearest medical outpost.

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He shouted in agony as the sound-waves felt as if they had punctured his ear-drums. "GAAAAAAH!" He shouted, flying into the air, three feet above the ground, before falling back. He hit the ground, placing his hands over his ears. "STOOOOOP!" He shouted, rolling across the ground. The Jedi would indeed be able to escape, but Broorn would lay on the ground, hands still over his hears. Finally, the horrific pain came to a stop. Broorn slowly slumped up against the wall, laughing at the situation. All the blood on the ground, it made him feel good, in a sick sadistic way. Then, there was the other side of Broorn, who couldn't help feel bad for the young boy, but his twisted mind took over. His laugh returned as he slowly used a nearby dumpster to assist him. He pulled himself up, retreating further into the dark alleyway.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]