Private Run Boy Run

[Kir Dantos]

RUN BOY RUN
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OLD TOWN, CORONET CITY, CORELLIA
OBJECTIVE: UNCLEAR
EQUIPMENT:
ORANGE LIGHTSABER | JEDI JUMPSUIT
TAGS:
Viers Connory

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Kir hastily turned round, checking if he was being followed. This place was a recipe for ease, the dark, industrial make of the area set a precedent for what most of Old Town was going to be like. Dark, dingy and decrepit. Checking his right leg, he was satisfied with how much it had healed. He was extremely lucky that the shuttle had a first aid kit inbuilt, otherwise who knows what types of opportunistic infections he could have caught just from being here too long.

He'd been to Corellia, many times before, it was his birthplace. He had been born in Coronet and had the most experiences there, the glitzy, modern jewel of the Core Worlds. What people thought about when they thought Corellia. But this place served to prove that preconceived notion wrong, in fact it turned it right on its head. To be fair, every city in the galaxy had some sort of place like this, a place to dump the leftovers, a place for those who couldn't afford the nice apartments in the city proper. The downtrodden of the galaxy.

Slightly hobbling as he walked, he made sure to take notice of the distinct architecture of this part of down. All of it seemed so depressing, he was aware that right now was never a good time to be out, which was why the abandoned streets seemed so menacing. The towers loomed over him, the flickering lights like eyes, blinking at him momentarily, getting quick glimpses at him.

The street lights had long since shattered, with only the billboards providing some sort of illumination to guide him tow where he needed to be. Many were advertisements to the various cantinas that lined the place, but by now, even such places which he'd expect fights to be breaking out, seemed devoid and empty. It was unsettling to say the very least.

Kir soon came up towards a long bridge, that stretched out for a good few metres. Like the rest of the Industrial Centre of Old Town, it was deserted, life was a myth here. A pang of hunger went through him and he placed a palm on his stomach, he hadn't eaten for a good while, and it might be a while before he'd eat again. Hunger hurt, and he now began to put himself in the shoes of those who lived here.

Tired and hungry were understatements that could not truly explain the breadth of his predicament. His footsteps made slightly metallic noises as he trudged along, wallowing in self pity. He peered down over the railing, a multi-kilometre drop, the apartments lining the plunge. The young force user felt slightly nauseous and so continued to hobble along, as fast his could, as to not lag behind. Timing wasn't his ally in this task, more that it was actively working against his goal.

Pungent odours were prevalent here, he wrinkled his nose at them, shaking his head in disgust. That sense of danger that often kept him alive was causing a ringing in his mind. Slight metallic footsteps got louder as they approached him, gradually increasing it tone. Grunts, likely in frustration could be heard. The next time he listened out for the steps, they were quick, metallic rings in quick succession.

He didn't even get to see their face. Making a quick one-eighty, he was met with a large green fist to the face, as collapsed, smacking face first into the pavement. Taking a few seconds to recover, on the floor, he went into the prone position, grabbing his lightsaber, only for it to be kicked out of his hands, by a black boot from what he could see, he watched with horror as it rolled into the road, readying him for another attack.

That same black boot that had discarded his lightsaber found its way to his chest, winding him, as he turned over and was finally able to get a good look at his assailants. The low-light obscured his vision, but he was able to make out the hissing of a Trandoshan and the hoarse grunts of the heavy-set Gammorean. He gulped in fear as two more assailants came rushing to the aid of the other two.

"The huuuummmmaan. Any valuablesssssss?"

A grunted reply came back from the Gammorean, and their friends arrived to come and help the others check.

Using his hands to push off and trying and get on even footing with the attackers, he was swiped by the green scaled Trandoshan, and buckled once more, his face meeting the rough floor. The world span around him as he attempted to get his senses back in order.

Kir coughed up some red liquid as two furry hands grabbed him, and he was lifted up into the air, another bodyslam was expected and he shut his eyes tight and expected the worst..

 

[Viers Connory]

Corellia
Old Town, Coronet City
Kir Dantos

A Corellian always found their way home, even if they were born off-world.

Every Corellian had a place in their heart for this run-down planet and its pungent odors of poverty and scum. The longer Viers walked the streets of the planet, the more she wondered how her mother grew up. She had already run into her father and had all her childhood daydreams shattered at the same time. Viers had grown up wanting to be like her parents. She wanted to be heroes of the galaxy, sacrificing herself for the greater good and leaving this chit hole a better place.

Yet, her dad - he played silver balls and sang shanties about how terrible the Sith were and how dumb the Confederacy was for their circling treaties of cease-fires or what have you. Viers felt her usually chipper smile sag as she groaned, thinking about how terribly boring this galaxy had become. The only real threat was the crab people that she had only seen pictures of, and the Sith were on the brink of a civil war. When Viers was younger, the stories Kirin had told about her days as a Guardian and her parents fighting against the One Sith and original First Order kept her up at night and filled her daydreams.

Reality really sucked.

Viers stood at one of the street corners, her hands in her field jacket's pocket and quarterstaff strapped to her back. A humanoid man, obviously not from Corellian, tapped her shoulder lightly. When she turned, he put his fist to his open palm and bowed. Recognizing the gesture, Viers returned it and smiled happily. "May the whills protect you." His face lit up at her expected remark; the Guardians were known in the more impoverished areas, ones that the Jedi and the Alliance seemed to overlook. The light to cross blinked, and she stepped into the street. As she walked past, her senses alerted her quickly to the scuffle.

Two brutes headed into an alley-like way, and the girl followed; they were moving far too fast to not be up to something. It didn't take long for her to assess the situation and quickly step in. The quarterstaff flew from her back, and she made quick work of the two brutes with a heavy blow to the back of their heads.

Soft and light steps made no sound as she crept up on the trandoshan and his porky brethren. Once more, the staff spun, giving off a gentle hum as it did. The sound caught their attention, but there wasn't enough time for them to react. Each end of the stave collided with their temples, not once but twice. After the blow, Viers drew the weapon back and thrust the heel of her palm into the gamorran's nose, shoving whatever bone structure was there deep into his cranial cavity. Seeing that the bigger of the pair was still holding on, she spun the quarterstaff once more and slammed it into the lizard man's rib cage hard. He dropped the attacked man and crumbled to the ground. Leaning down, Viers placed her thumb between his brows, and suddenly the trandoshan was still.

She stood to her full height and looked to the man who was released. "You okay?" her voice was calm but not showing a hint of concern. Her eyes had caught sight of the lightsaber and figured him to be part of the New Jedi Order. "I can heal you if you need it. What are you doing in this part of town? Jedi don't belong here."​

 

[Kir Dantos]

OLD TOWN, CORONET CITY, CORELLIA
EQUIPMENT:
N/A
TAGS:
Viers Connory

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Wincing was agony as he closed his eyes, preparing for his inevitable contact with tough Coronet pavement. Quite suddenly and unexpectedly, he was dropped, but not did not receive the dreadful smack down that he was initially expecting, a heavy thud seemingly the attackers could be heard as he attempted to collect himself. His surroundings span as he placed a palm on his chest, likely he'd been winded after the savage kick from the assailant's boot, but for now, they didn't seem to be on the attack. Taking a quick glance, he noticed a young woman, taking down the thugs with ease, but something else was tugging at him.

Kir felt a pang of calm for a moment, the sheer agony of his wounds moving to the background for just a moment. A blink was all it took as when his eyes finally opened, the scene before him was not one of the dirt and decrepit muck of Old Town, but exotic and vivid landscape. A bright and lively ecosystem could be seen, with plants of various shapes, sizes and colours covering the ground in a thick blanket of fluorescent shrubbery. A muffled BOOM, could be heard in the distance reverberating in the ground and through him.

"Lieutenant Dantos.. we're almost there..scale the wall...scale the wall." It was recognizable as one of his sergeants, but the voice seemed distorted, strange, otherworldly. It was a slow melodic tone, one not usually associated with the fast paced nature of war and battle.

Then at an instant, the dark tones of Old Town began to blend with the life of the planet, he began seeing tall plants of pink and blue hues within the isolated walkways of Corellia. Back and forth the images shifting, soldiers mounting the wall in the far distance, Maynard, was that him? A series of dark figures all seemingly brandishing blades of crimson and scarlet, growing in number, then back to Felucia. The image was filled to the brim with the sheer brutality of it all, troops cut down by the hundred, massive nova-like explosions and finally back to Old Town.

"Kway Teow.. gotta scale the wall, gotta get to the capital.." He muttered in a trance-like state, delirium seemed to be the dominant factor, but the vision, it'd been so.. tangible.

Kir suddenly sat upright and stared Viers straight in the eyes. His eyes had a certain wildness to them, as if he'd seen a ghost, and he seemed dazed and in a befuddled manner, like he'd just woken up from a strange dream, or a nightmare. Spotting the sheen of his lightsaber near the road, he put a palm out, letting the saber find his hand as if flew from its position into his palm, spluttering a bit of blood, he seemed to have sustained multiple injuries.

"Was it you? That saved me. Thank you." Kir mentioned to her, wheezing.

Attempting to find his feet, he kept a hand on his chest, using the guardrail to find his feet, albeit with a struggle.

"I'm-" a brief cough. "I'm alright. I'll be alright. I don't know, for some heritage, to find myself? It's a complicated story. I wasn't born in Old Town, I was born in Coronet though, in the nicer neighbourhoods in the North. My name is Keiran Dantos, but I have been known as Kir for years, I would prefer it if you called me by that name." It had been long since he'd used his full name, not many knew it, not even his Master or his friends. The memory of him first using it had long since left him.

"And yourself, why are you here?"