The Breaking of Chains (Open)

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond fell off his feat as an invisible force gripped him and sent him flying. He managed to let lose a few shots, but sadly they went wide. Shoulda' stayed in the ship He thought as he picked himself from the ground. "I always did like it rough," He wiped a small cut on his cheek then promised to make the woman pay.

He ran to find cover and fired a few more shots in the direction of Causstik and his new pal. Then a Zeltron walked into the room followed by a squat man. She looked to Des and his heart stopped, not to mention every other part of his body too. His limbs felt like led and he had a difficult time moving. Blasted jedi, they're everywhere! Des tried to think of something to help him move again, to resist. He found himself thinking of his least week's company. Girl wanted to see the stars. Well now she's stranded on Tattoine. He found the blood rushing to his unmentionables then slowly it began to spread.

Well this is awkward. Des continued to run 'n gun, then squatted behind a knocked over table. He patted his crotch to make sure all of his guns were still there then popped out of cover firing both blasters in a criss-crossing pattern. "I am touching myself tonight,"

[member="Joza Perl"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

The Chaos soon surprised Solan in how they all reacted, so much so that he turned around still holding the creature as [member="Aeshi Tillian"] had come running in and soon leveled her blasters at him. In truth, it took solan a moment to realize she was actually going to shoot at him. Thankfully he had a human carcass shield to use in this event, but still she was shooting at the guy that was helping her get these slaves out of their fates of being hutt eye candy. You would think that she would show some gratitude.

He soon found himself more involved in two other creatures though. First there was the Chiss who was aiming its guns on the prizes they had hoped to lift off the now very dead slaver in his hands... ya that was a bluff he would call and was just about to when [member="Joza Perl"] finally caught up. Hell he almost shouted at her if it wasn't for the now screaming Trandoshan that decided now was a good time to charge Solan and launch itself through the air at him.

Without so much as batting an eyelash, he sent a force wave at the body he was still holding and launching it with just as much force at [member="Causstik Rahn"], who would soon find that when hitting a moving object with no footing, it tended to halt all motion and send you backwards, but alas Solan watched the creature. He knew that this creature would not be so quick to deal with and smiling he took his hands out beside him, moving his feet into a ready position and the smoke seemed to form a shaft that connected his two hands.

Midnight black, the color for which the spear drew its name. A Force ability that normally manifested itself in such a way that it was invisible unless left purposefully seen. A spear of midnight black was as sharp as any blade and would ignore the physical realm in most instances. It was the only ability that Solan knew that would be considered a advanced technique, all his other abilities lacking the knowledge needed to be registered as such. It took alot out of him to use this force ability though and he was forced to open up his mind and draw on the emotions around him. He could feel the bloodlust of the Trandoshan. He could feel the... well lust from [member="Desmond C'artyom"], the joy from Shay, and the myraid of fear and pain caused by their lightshow.

Solan's smile darkened further as he got caught up in all of this and he started to lean forward and look at the creature with a wanting for battle himself. That shifting spear in his hands, bleeding off like it was made of tar yet still holding together and even shifting like it was truly a spear when he turned on the creature. His eyes had lost their dark blue color, replaced with a sick amber color. His body paled and his hair started to grey a bit more.

Yet for all the changes on him, and even with the smile, he didn't lose that air of calmness. It was clear he was still watching the area around him, making sure that he does not get surprised by anymore late arrivals.

And yet, for the one who had shot at him, a new creature would appear. A creature with black fur, and the appearance of a wolf, yet only a fraction of its size would push into [member="Aeshi Tillian"]. It would point with its nose to a back door that was being spared the inferno blaze. It was clear unlike the entrance at this point, easy to get to and without obstruction. The fire continued to avoid it, being kept back and the wolf waited for Aeshi to either listen or to have to do things the hard way.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Michael Shado"],

Suddenly,
The door [member="Aeshi Tillian"] was crawling towards would flew open as a tall figure kicked it in, clad in dark armor with robes and cloak hanging off of him, flapping wildly as hot ember-filled air rushed through it. In the figure's hands there was a chemical fire-extinguisher,

"The exits are cleared, everybody out!"

The armored machine announced as he squeezed the extinguisher's trigger and white foam would spray out, the chemical mixture raining over the flaming areas to extinguish the fire with a painful hiss of heat dying. He moved through the area slowly, bellowing out the life-saving mixture left and right, rotating on his hips like a fire-fighting turret, his scans keeping track of any flames that would start to spread or got too close. Before long, unless someone would try to interfere with the droid's work, the fire would start to die out, making the area safe again,

"Everybody alright?"

He asked as he looked over the auction room, standing next to [member="Mara Sedaya"], from somewhere within his robes he would produce a Wookiee-ookie, offering it to her,

"There you go, sweetie, you look thin."

Pretty much ignoring her lightsaber and others' weapons.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik collided mid air with a dead man. He sunk his claws into the corpse and landed in a roll, at the end of which he threw the body back at [member="Solan Charr"]. The body stopped in the middle of its flight colliding with an invisible force. It fell to the floor with a wet thump. Causstik let out a wolfish grin as he stared at what appeared to be a now weakened and spent force user.

"Your sheb's are mine, jed-" Causstik was cut off as a droid entered the room and began hosing the place down with a fire extinguisher. He cried incessant warnings and annoyed Causstik to no end. Why I ougghta... He turned to face the droid, but the voices broke his concentration. You will not. Bring me those slaves. Causstik thought about this then nodded Lucky tin man. Then his yellow reptilian gaze fell to Solan Charr once more and Rahn's hungry eyes devoured him.

"Goodbye Jedi. Your hide will hang in the Scorekeeper's hall!" Causstik charged the man once more, his mouth salivating and drooling, hungry for the man's death.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The game was becoming boring.

Once upon a time it had been a Darwinist struggle, an addiction, a puzzle to conquer of which she'd sell her soul and virtue in pounds for its idiosyncratic pieces, all the while determining only vaguely where her next meal would come from and whether or not there were cleaners waiting outside her room for her to sleep so they could storm in just like the reaper would previously penetrate the homes of numerous expatriates scattered across the globe with their amusingly trite dreams of freedom as if their fortitude high enough to deserve control of their own fates. This had been so much willing obsession breeding in her brain since the moment she'd arrive here, young and vestal and in recollection likely begging to be split open to the skull. Enjoying the convoluted psychosis of it all. Enjoying the fatalistic thrills. The thrill of battle...Shay had spent her whole life fighting...she did not do it for fun...she did not do it to dominate...no; In the beginning she had no choice but to fight...her people were ruthless...unfeeling and unrelenting...and because of this, they were powerful.

What was the old saying? Absolute power corrupts absolutely?

Perhaps it was true...perhaps those with a crown on their heads and pawns to lure to their grim fates did become corrupted overtime...as their visage became clouded and their alternative desires lead them astray...but in the end...what was power without purpose? Power without meaning? Creating a empire just for the sake of having power was ultimately a step in the wrong direction...just a waste of space, energy...and a waste of time. If one is not bettering the world, nay the galaxy or the lives of those around them then they have no business taking the mantel.

And once upon a time...Shay herself had found herself in that position...playing the game just for the sake of seeing all those moving pieces along the board...her knights...her beloved pawns whom she'd gladly give her life to protect...if The Queen does not lead then how can she expect her subordinates to follow? And thus she had lead them to war...a war to better the land they resided in...to fight for their equality and rights. But alas as the final battle near she had...lost the battle...lost the war...and lost her children. Now she was here...in chains, subjected to the petty desires of common men...

The game had hit a stall.

And over the time she had spent here one thing became abundantly clear...the game had becoming boring. And Shay hated boring.

She...was simply not used to it? Where had the depravity gone from this hellhole, where everybody strutted around like they meant business, irrational aggression the noxious brew of either heat softening the brains of naive recruits or simply the whimsies of the useless, inbred psychotics her old land attracted like children to crackers and juice? Where was the spark, the spatter, the fire, the life, the screaming, the brawls, the megalomania, the dirt, the death? No longer did she doze away wondering too serenely if she'd awaken with a set of teeth her in throat, but with the silence of a lame defanged totalitarian society rocking her to sleep alongside a thousand snippets and statistics on locals whose lives could disintegrate for all she cared. Peace and harmony alike were utterly depressing, but though she might turn disenchanted and loveless on the inside, her loyalty to her ideals ready to depart on a puff of wind...but she knew what she wanted...what she wanted for those like her...who struggle against ...this...whatever this was.

In the end she'd have them all burned...

And as the fire raged and the common folk all jumped out of their seats and scurried like roaches exposed to light Shay remained...this was her element...this was where she felt home. Among the fire and heat she would rebuild. And as the beast before her all jumped around and shouted words she knew not the meaning of Shay dangled her legs off the end of the table she once danced upon. Her eyes feeding off the fire...taking it in. The brilliance of it.

Though one had to admit...many of the creatures who found themselves mixed into this...toxic brew of individuals had caught the womans interest...the reptilian dragon especially. His anatomy reminded her much of her people...they were semi-alike, she and him. Minor differences separated the two but she still found it amusing. She possessed many reptilian features as well...bright golden eyes with a slit in her pupils...long dragonic tail curled nearly around the thick muscles of her thighs. Long, prehensile tongue and sharp nails...she was an exotic beauty. Cold blooded yet hypnotic...[member="Causstik Rahn"] , if offered true power...would you take it?

...

Probably not. He seemed oddly satisfied with his senseless brutality...but oh gods was it a glorious show.

And as he and [member="Solan Charr"] continued their less than elegant dance Shays gaze drew elsewhere...this time to a young woman who seemed to enter the fray moments later. @Aeshi Tillian seemed rather concerned for the well being of the others...rushing to the slaves and setting them free, spouting out more of that strange language she could not comprehend before pointing towards one of the many entrances....or exits. Shay knew not the difference.

However, she could see that she was rather...panicked...stress was indeed a killer. Shay felt concern swell in her chest for the young woman, it truly did upset her when seeing such noble hearts waver under pressure. Deciding to move from her temporary seating arrangement, Shay stepped onto the burning surface and paved a direct path to the woman ducked behind cover as if she were in a war zone rather than a burning bar fight.

Her golden gaze remained fixed on the young woman, watching as the fought passionately with her magical weapons which seemed to fire...bolts of light from the barrels. Steadily the woman approached...the fire which consumed the path she walked clung to her flesh and sizzled the metal which gripped her delicate flesh. Her feet stepped through burning coals and embers as fire danced around her. And if one looked closely...they would notice the device wrapped around her neck...a device that nullified force connection.

One may then wonder...how Shay was walking through fire unscathed...unharmed as if she belonged there. Reptilian eyes, a tail...horns which sprouted from her skull. One might then she was the devil...ghoulish seamstress, have you no shame? And as the young woman began to crawl across the floor towards the exit Shay would stand in her path. Looking down at the girl as a warm, motherly smile played her features.

"Pourquoi ne rampez-vous?" Shay would ask, leaning down and crouching to her level as her hands extended forward, Shay would attempt to cradle the woman's face as if she were her child, running her fingers through her hair as she would attempt to continue. "Vous êtes une femme forte ... Pourquoi ne pas se lever et se battre?" She mused, tilting her head curiously as blaster bolts and violence raged on all around them. "Pouvez-vous me aider à trouver mes enfants??" She would ask, Shays eyes slowly looking over her shoulder as others seemed to make an entrance as well...a woman with red skin and a creature made of steel...

What a strange land this was. So many wondrous things. Still, she ignored them for now...they did not concern her at the moment. For now...Shay needed to find willing warriors of this land and lure them to her flame. She needed to find her children...and god help the soul who stood in her way.



[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Michael Shado"]
[member="Kaiden Rohn"]
[member="Mara Sedaya"]
[member="HK-36"]
@Joza Pearl

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan watched the creature look at him like some weakened prey, like the creation of his invisible weapon was a tiring experience. It was an illusion of course, not in the physical sense but a mental one. He seemed tired, drained and wounded, the paling of his skin making him look weaker and easier to overcome. He was no large titan, no muscled brute, nor some gruesome sorcerer. He was instead showing the corruption of a human who had dabbled in power that was nothing more than a degenerative function.

In trade though, that power gave you strength on a level that was otherwise not there. He sometimes wondered how much damage he had actually done over the years and he smiled wider when the creature refocused on him. This Trandoshan was a brute, a brute with its mind no longer working in unison. It was distracted easily and Solan had learned this. It was quick to rage and did not hold any tact about its movements. It was the brute he had come to learn how to fight in his years combating these slavers and when it charged his body moved on its own.

He struck out, shoving the spear forward through the air as the forehand let go and dropped back, unhooking the hidden saber in his sleeve and letting it drop into the waiting palm. He would wait, wait to see if the creature would impale itself on the invisible spear created through the dark side and waited to see if it would run itself through. If not, then the saber would do its job. That dark blue glow casting off the smoke and darkened room, where shots rang out and this creature was charging him. He would wait to see if this creature would avoid that invisible spear somehow and if it did he would reach out with the dark blade and remove this creature's very claws from its body.

He had no interest in killing this creature, no interest in such a base creature and yet there was something curious about it. HE had seen how its mind could not focus, how it tried to focus on its prize yet struggled. He would have to dissect this creature if he got the chance.


All the while, Kira would be feeding him information about the surrounding, now covered in foam thanks to @HK-36. The small wolf a bit annoyed but more focused on keeping watch than cleaning the foam off it. Solan needed the information that Kira could feed him mentally, after all, what she saw and heard, were instantly transported to his mind.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] @HK-36 @Desmond C'artyom [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Mara Sedaya"]
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Aeshi had seen some crazy things in her time. Some places with so much going on that you couldn't keep track of it all. She'd been on Castameer during the Omega War, just barely escaping before the massive ship crashed into the planet, killing everyone on the surface. But this? This was pushing it pretty far. First the room had been on fire and then the Dark man had used a corpse to absorb her blaster bolts before engaging the Trandoshan. One of the slaves had broken free and now had a lightsaber. Another person seemed to have a lightsaber. Then an HK droid had come in and put out the fire. A small fox-like creature had come up to her and pointed her to an open doorway. But strangest of all was the reptile-esque slave woman who had approached her.

For one thing, she had just walked right through the fire without seeming to be injured at all. Even without going directly through flames, Aeshi's recently-new and clean blouse had holes charred through the fabric. The ends of her hair had been scorched unevenly and smoke stains spread across her face. But then this woman had approached her directly, crouching in front of her with a warm smile and cradling her face.

That caught Aeshi by surprise and she just blinked, trying to piece that together. This stranger spoke in an even stranger language, one far from Basic and none of the languages Aeshi had heard before. She glanced at the translator on her right wrist. It didn't recognize the language either. Aeshi coughed, rough and haggard, as her body tried to eject the soot from her lungs. Even with her shirt serving as a filter, soot and smoke had still found themselves into her airways.

But she rose to meet this alien's gaze, trying to guess at what these words meant. The intentions were kind and well-meaning enough. But the words! Aeshi worked to puzzle through them. She couldn't make head nor tails of it, but she still had one option. It would be rather tricky, but it could be worthwhile.

Aeshi took a deep breath, letting a sense of peace settle across her shoulders and mind. It was the Force and she reached out through it, trying to get a glimpse of ideas behind the words. She caught images- of questions and strange places and of children missing. That struck a chord in Aeshi's heart. She knew what it was to lose family. Her parents were still missing.

But that didn't help her communicate a whole lot, but she returned the smile, as warmly as she could manage.

"Yes," She nodded then, somewhat vigorously, trying to get the point across. "I will...go with you?" She wasn't entirely sure if that was being asked, but it was a start. "Help you. Take you home. Whatever we need to do."

She rose to stand then, still coughing from the smoke and now covered in foam, before giving a nod of thanks to the droid. "Appreciate it." The small animal creature was still running around what she had no idea what it was doing here. It seemed strangely out of place.

 

[NightSister]

As the fire was extinguished in a dramatic cloud of smoke, Mara coughed to clear her lungs and started circling the venue to help the slaves who had not yet escaped. The amount of young women who were deliberating by the exit, scared of a future where they had control of their own lives, made Mara feel ill. Nothing, nothing could justify the actions of those who had brought them to such a state of terror and uncertainty. She was thanking her lucky stars that the mysterious pyrokinetic had provided the distraction - though a tad irritated that her Force-suppressing collar had prevented her from being the one causing the distraction - and had every intention of doing her bit to wipe out this foul way of life.

After jabbing the flaming end of her makeshift torch into a wall to put it out and picking up her detached blade where it had landed a few feet away, Mara reattached the blades and gave the saberstaff a twirl, feeling a rush of satisfaction at having her prized weapon back in her hands. Now to put it to use...

A droid appeared out of nowhere, offering some kind of snack, which Mara took gratefully with a nod of thanks - she hadn't realised how hungry she was. Her gaze fell on the witch, walking through the remaining flames unharmed as she spoke with the woman she had seen freeing slaves, and Mara had a sudden urge to go after them.

"Thank you." It was all Mara could think to say. "I am in your debt, both of you." She wasn't sure whether she was being understood, so she bowed, sabers deactivated and a fist over her heart, hoping to show her thanks.

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik collided mid air with a dead man. He sunk his claws into the corpse and landed in a roll, at the end of which he threw the body back at [member="Solan Charr"]. The body stopped in the middle of its flight colliding with an invisible force. It fell to the floor with a wet thump.

He was becoming irritated, these would be heroes were testing his patience. Remember your prize! The slaves must be captured! Our dark lord demands it. Causstik wondered why the scorekeeper wanted these women so badly, but who was he to question the word of his god. Causstik pivoted before his frenzied charge could come to a crescendo. His tail swung around. Hard. Attempting to knock the Jedi off his feet. He then began charging after the two woman freeing the slaves, he needed a distraction. Blast it all to hell. He tapped a button on his wrist.

Meanwhile in Nar Shadaa's orbit...

A motley crew of vessels all of different shapes and sizes. Began to descend in orbit. These vessels had been obtained through means of piracy and conquest. They were nor pretty, but nor where there inhabitants. The vessels began glowing red hot as they entered the planets atmosphere at break neck speeds. They banked left and held there course for some time until they finally hovered above the slave auction house. Multiple Trandoshan death squads repelled from the vessels. There eyes hazy from spice and blood lust. They began carving hole's in the roof of the building. The cut was clean, the way was clear. "CHARGE!!!"

[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

 

[HK-36]

The droid saw the situation unfold, it seems everything was calming down except that the Trandoschan, [member="Causstik Rahn"], was still hellbent on causing trouble. In his charge, the reptilian being would see the armored machine move to stand between him and his prize, [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], and [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], still holding that fire extinguisher in his hands.

If Causstik would not stop and keep charging he would find that the droid would try to smash the metal canister of the extinguisher into his head, in attempt to knock him straight down into the ground with the canister, measuring the machine's inhumane strength and speed against that of the large lizard. While HK still had time he would look back to the ladies before Rahn closed it, sounding out to them,

"Get out of here, I will handle him."

The machine's audioreceptors also picked up on the movement of more raiders above them, HK quipped,

"Well that is not very fair."

Before adding,

"You should have brought more friends, then the fight against me would be even."

[member="Solan Charr"] was free to chip in into the situation whenever he wanted to, maybe throw that fox thing at Rahn, whatever worked.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Causstik's cronies were flooding the room and when that happened anything not Trandoshan tended to get enslaved, killed, or eaten. Desmond did not intend on being a Trandoshan chew toy. He hugged the edge of the room and slowly slid his way to where the laddies were and watched while a droid, Jedi, and multiple lizards began to fight.

"Well hello laddies, your prince charming is here! Sorry bout shootin' at you! No harm no foul y'u know!" He said a little nervously considering he was pretty damn sure they could all use the force.

"Anyways i'm offering a ride off this rock if you want! Free of charge, consider my way of apologizing." Des rubbed his chin curiously. He wondered if any of them had money. He decided pausibly and figured it be in his favor to betray Causstik. Oh the Cartel would hate him, but he'd just chalk it up as another group of people who wanted to kill him. Des shot a charging Trandoshan in the face while still looking at the women.

"Well? Shall we go now? I'm getting antsy," He said anxiously.

[member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], @Causstik ;P

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Causstik Rahn"] seemed to turn on a dime... well he attempted to anyways. After bull rushing like that, the mere ability to stop was not easy, and when you were trying to turn almost a hundred and eighty degrees as far as direction went.

Oh, silly creature.

Solan more than easily readjusted his stance the moment Rahn's own eyes and muscles gave away his change in direction, and soon enough came something Solan was actually shocked to see. A tail? He did not know that Trandoshans could even have those but to try and throw it towards Solan, who by that time had ignited his saber and was already holding it ready, was plain foolish. With practiced precision and already on edge reflexes, he shifted his body quickly and brought the saber in his left hand up and across, severing the abomination's unnatural addition with a quickness that was the hallmark of sabers. It was like a hot blade through butter.

Not to say he wasn't also aware of the massive amount of bloodlust above him. His Empathy fired off warning bells like crazy as the cutting began. The cut would take at least ten seconds and was in no way a hard thing to spot when suddenly sparks would be dropping down from nowhere. Any hopes for surprise was instantly lost and Solan just sighed before kicking at the spot where there would likely be a freshly severed tail considering how careless the Trandoshan had been.


Two seconds down and he was already thinking of how the creatures should have used a breaching charge, his body calmly walking towards the exit and around [member="HK-36"]'s new fight. He could deal with the genetic abomination, it seemed that little boy blue was trying to make a deal with the girls. Honestly, he wouldn't care as much if [member="Mara Sedaya"] wasn't included in that little trio of females, considering he had met the Dathomiri before and had a vested interest in seeing the woman to safety. He passed by a few more booths as time ticked by, six seconds having passed by now.

His eyes moved to where he saw a dead slaver with a few power packs and a grenade on him. That would be enough for his purpose. Relieving him of the items in two seconds he sent them over to rest right beside where the hole would be created. And as soon as the metal began to fall he sent the grenade and power packs up, reaching out with the force and applying convection on the objects. A split second as the word charge sounded before it was created with a blast that would shake the building and be joined by the sounds of whatever was above them being vaporized as the power packs and grenade went off, creating a chain explosion on anything the troops had been carrying.

"I hate slavers..."

With that done, his eyes turned on little boy blue [member="Desmond C'artyom"], the spear of midnight black still in his hand, starting to cut up his palm after holding it for so long. "I think the girls can handle themselves Chiss."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

One of the Death squads had been blown up, but that didn't phase the rest. They jumped through many of the other holes that had been created and rained down like unearthly demons, scales glittering in the fire light now Rekindled by the blast. Multiple squads converged on [member="Solan Charr"] position. Take cover. Suppressive fire. Move up. They did this until a squad got close to the man. The Trandoshans removed their vibro blades. "I will do the lizard dance on your corpse," a grizzled war chief hissed.
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Causstik so pumped full of adrenaline scarcely noticed his tail had been removed, the wound was already cauterized and sealing. True it was not natural. To that effect it was mostly just for show and the nerves were weak and ill formed. He faced the Droid now and ignored the pain. "Retched tin man, we must stop meeting like this," The Droid was made of phrik armor, but Causstik was confident his Beskar claws combined with his unnatural strength would make short work of the droid. Causstik was indeed an abomination. He had been forged with blood and flame by the Dark lord Carnifex. The man who even now manipulated the beast actions. Causstik knew in his heart of hearts the battle was not in his favor, but he would not stop pursuing until he was dead or his unseen master gave him permission to stop. Causstik charged on, he would at least kill one of them. [member="HK-36"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

Solan was legitimately surprised when more than a singular squad pushed through that hole. The first round flying towards him and striking his shoulder before he could react, sharp pain shooting through his body and down his spine as all sense of self-vanished in an instant. He was truly pissed now as his hand gripped that spear tight and with a quick motion launched it at the Trandoshan in question. A split second before it was skewered by an invisible force, a hole shot through it with the man who had thrown it looking no longer human. Dark veins crawled over his body, his face covered in those dark veins. He abandoned all safeguards on his mind, his empathy opening up like a floodgate and drawing in all the suffering around him.

Nar Shadaa was a large planet with a lot of people packed together. IT was the crime hub of the galaxy, and the place human suffering could be felt even by those without the force. His eyes started to twitch as he shuddered. His skin paled and blood dripped from the hand that was torn up from the spear, having held it for too long. His shoulder bled after the shot that had passed through it, no armor to slow down or even lessen the damage. That pain was a spark for him to draw in everything around him and to let loose those memories in his mind and he took a step forward towards the trandoshans.

They started to fire in earnest now and he became angrier as another bolt struck the side of his left leg, sending more pain up his spine and his skin became chalk white in an instant. His eyes started to glow amber in color as he took on a visage not seen the mistakes made by a certain hutt. His features became thinner, outlining his veins and bones more and more. A second saber found his right hand now, the hilt being covered in blood as he closed his fingers around it. The next to fire at him would find the shot did not get as lucky as the first two as he brought up his left saber and sent the blast back at the creature, aiming the blast back at the creature's skull. This would be the only blast he could counter so precisely as the others began to fire.

No man could take on a shower of blaster fire, no Jedi or sith alive could and he was no exception to this fact. The luxury of their location, though, meant he was not in an open field with no cover. The first blasts would find his sabers but before long a table would instead as he moved behind it. In the same way, he dealt with the first squad, he reached out and detonated the ammo pack of a Trandoshan, blasting out its midsection and taking it down. He would pull himself over though and ram another through with his sabers, turning and feeling a hot pain in his left arm. A blaster bolt had skimmed him, the smell of burnt flesh filling his nostrils.

He traced the blast and narrowed his eyes, the trandoshan having no more than two seconds before the clothes and armor on it caught fire, expanding over flesh and burning the creature alive.

The first to try and face him with blades soon appeared, the firing halting as they had encircled him and he smiled as his lips curled up into something inhuman when it came to a smile. With a quick motion the creature faced him one on one, the blade coming down against solan's crimson hilted saber in his right hand, blood dripping from it as the blades collided. His left hand moved out, severing the creature's body in two at his chest, Solan's eyes instantly shifting to his next opponent.

Some would be caught like their allies, ammo packs igniting, or the clothes on their back doing so. Some would be cut down, but eventually Solan would start to back for the exit. Only seven killed by his hand, and they had forced him back, ditching the flammable ammo packs finally and Solan breathing heavily. Blood seeped from his old wounds, and a new cut across his shoulder when he had not been able to turn fast enough. He was breathing heavily but mostly because the minds continued to bombard his sanity. He couldn't keep his mental guards down for much longer and he was going to deal with this in his own way. Eyes cast about to the room, looking at what remained for him to use and a smile found his lips.

Letting his right hand open, the saber left it and clipped to his belt, leaving the right hand open and without anything inside it. He gathered up force energy, reaching out and catching on what he could. Then a tug.

The fire, explosion, and all around eventfulness of the situation would have left some of the building in a weakened state, which was what he saw and yanked on suddenly. It would create a wall between himself as well as those at the exit ([member="Joza Perl"], [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] and [member="Desmond C'artyom"]) and the Trandoshans after them. The action had caught him another strike though, one trandoshan quick enough to fire off a round and Solan's left hand too slow to catch the bolt in time to completely deflect it. In an instant Solan found his breath gone as he looked down and found the bolt had struck him dangerously close to the lungs, his body shaking as the building collapsed between the Trandoshans and the others, his own body falling back as he struggled to stay awake.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Des caught @Sloan Charr with one hand and with the other shot a few of the Trandoshan stragglers. Sloan was bleeding pretty bad, but the man did pretty good at not letting the pain show. Desmond tried to copy the mans bravado and managed to look only half panicked. I'm not even getting paid for this Des thought in despair. While he did still make out with 25 grand from the Cartel a man like Des could never have enough. Besides he'd probably spend it all on his ship, cheap highs, and ways to keep the bounty hunters off his back. The way was clear and there escape apparently inevitable, but the pirate ships circling the building like rabid wolves told Des they weren't out of the woods yet. Des took a gander at the wall of debris covering there escape "So... Uh.. I think now would be a good time to run!"

Desmond dragged Sloan out the door way as fast as he could. "Hey buddy please tell me you can walk!"

[member="Joza Perl"], [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The searing coals and embers of the flames danced upon the womans flesh with a savage relentlessness that even she could admire, appreciate. Her golden eyes glared like twin doubloons in the gloomy twilight, piercing through the smoke and mist which filled the room as the flames stretched over to claim its domain.

Her domain...

Which oddly enough was defiled when a droid came smashing into the room with...a one of those objects that extinguished fire...smothering them...her gaze flicked from the woman before her over to the iron man as she narrowed her eyes...

Grumbling under her breath, the woman turned slowly to look behind her. The creature disturbed her, and forced her attention for longer than it probably needed.

She grimaced, lips peeling back in a disgusted scowl as she scoffed irritably. Her growls thundered low, barely audible in comparison to the groaning of the burning auction house as its foundation was worn and torn by the flames she had began. For now the chaos continued without courtesy, wrapping its coils around the female as she chuckled lowly. And as the other slave who had been secured backstage made her way over to the pair Shays golden gaze focused intensely on her...and when she also spoke that strange language Shay merely blinked and stared for a moment before glancing back at Aeshi and shrugging. However, Shay was rather pleased when the girl nodded at her request...she understood that simple gesture. And when Mara bowed respectfully Shay smiled and stood her full height, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over the two fems before her.

"Merci ... dites-moi, est-ce l'un de vous savez où aller? Je me retrouve à une perte. " She would ask honestly. She had never experienced this...world before. And thus she was unsure where to even begin looking for her children...as far as she was concerned, they were all on the same planet and thus she figured she would just look for them once they made their exit...though it would likely not be as simple in reality.

And in the midst of her idle thoughts things only seemed to grow more dire as reptilian creatures similar to the one she had spotted moments ago seemed to pour into the action house seemingly from nowhere...wielding weapons of war as they attacked just about everyone in sight...Shay found herself very alert at that moment.


Her muscles tensed, and not from the adrenaline in her veins nor her legs racing as she chased after the screeching hoard. Lips peeling back into a cold scowl, fangs baring themselves against healthy gums. While her mind juggled their own thoughts, her pupils narrowed as she fought to keep herself calm as one of those oversize lizards advanced on their position...

And so her sights were set dangerously on the beasts leaping from table to table. Shay clenched her fist as her tail whipped around behind her as she stood in front of both Mara and Aeshi...instinct flooded her...the impulse to guard her children...and that most primal of instinct that being lent to those around her in the absence of her precious offspring...and as the beast closed the distance with his mighty Axe she acted quickly.

When he went to swing the axe across her neck Shay dashed forward quickly, forcing her body low to the ground and allowing the blade to pass directly over her face..and as it passed over she lifted her arm and placed her hand on the creatures elbow as it went sailing, forcing enough pressure to force his body to stumble to the side where she had swung as if he had delivered to much power into his own strike. At that moment she used her tail to throw her body back into an upright position, dashing forward a short distance and jumping up onto the beast's back, planing her legs firmly onto him and grabbing him by the top of the muzzle, she would forced his head back to face the ceiling as snatched one of the many knives out of the sheath on his chest...taking the blade and sticking it directly into his eye.

The beast screamed in agony, and just before he could trash around to get her off she took her fist and slammed it into the part of the blade which still stuck out...forcing the entire blade into his skull down to the handle. Savagery burning within her eyes as she remained latched onto his back as the beast slumped to his knees and plopped down onto the ground with an audible 'THUD'...

The Queen merely stood on the creatures back and looked over to Mara and Aeshi...stepping down off the creature as if he were stairs, moving from the hunched back down to the neck and stepping off his head, looking over to the others who all moved to the exits of the house Shay merely looked to the ladies in front of her and lifted her hands as if to gesture them to follow.

"Peut-être que nous devrions également prendre notre oui congé?" She mused, placing a hand on both of their backs as she guided them along with both the blue skinned man and the others. Ushering them all to the exit when suddenly one of them caused a massive explosion to set off behind them, compromising the foundation of the building and forcing most of it to crumble down. Separating everyone who was inside with those who were now outside.

Shay grimaced a bit, looking at the rubble before looking back at both Mara and Aeshi before shrugging. "Donc, maintenant que faisons-nous?" She mused, unsure where to go from here.


[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Mara Sedaya"]
[member="HK-36"]
[member="Aeshi Tillian"]
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[NightSister]

Evidently pleased at Mara's show of respect, Shay smiled at the two and said something in a language that Mara couldn't make a word out of. Even having taught herself for years, she had done very little in way of languages and what she had studied was clearly going to be of no use. What planet was the woman even from? She looked almost reptilian. How rude would it be to ask? How even would she ask? Pushing those thoughts out of her mind for the time being, Mara tried to pick up on her questioning tone and decided to assume that the woman wanted directions, though to where she had no idea. She was busily trying to channel the Force to make sense of her words when Shay tensed up and leapt out at some attacking creatures.

Mara could only stand back in awe and fear as Shay went after the beasts with a ruthless determination. Majestic, yet deadly...the thought occurred to her that she had been a creature of war long before her enslavement. Either way, Mara would be glad to remain in her good books and would certainly need to observe the woman's skill to pick up what she could.

Seemingly finished, the woman hopped off a monster's back as though this were just another day in the life and spoke again.
"We should definitely get going now," Mara said, unsure whether she was agreeing or answering to the woman's words. Thank the Force Aeshi at least could speak Basic - when all this was over Mara would really have to sit down and study linguistics properly. Shay led them to the exit of the auction house - an explosion caused Mara to turn her head around, but upon seeing she was still intact she turned back round, for she held little regard for the building she'd been chained in just an hour ago - before posing a question with an uncertain tone.

"Right, we need somewhere to stay," Mara announced, gesturing to her slave bikini with a look of revulsion. "You might be able to find a hotel -" she nodded at Aeshi, "-but I don't think anywhere will take two escaped slaves with no money. Wait..." she stopped as her gaze was drawn to the Chiss carrying a bleeding [member="Solan Charr"] out of the way. Mara ran over, gesturing for her fellow women to follow.

"Hey!" she shouted, switching her lightsaber back on as she approached them. "Right, I still don't trust you -" she pointed one end of her saber at the Chiss meaningfully - "but we're stranded and he's dying - hi there, by the way, please don't die. Point is, we need a ride. Take us to Dathomir with no funny business and we might not sell you out. Well, I won't; one of them might." She glanced at the other two women and Solan to make sure they seemed in agreement with what she was saying. "Deal?"

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] @and the rest of you

 

[HK-36]

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Causstik Rahn"],

Before the ladies would leave with Solan and others, they would witness what would come out of HK's fight with Causstik.

Some duels were graceful, full of finesse and precision, artful even.

This was not one of them,


As Causstik charged the droid, HK used the moment to aim the fire-extinguisher at the Trandoschan's head, smashing it over and over in a primal show of strength, each time the extinguisher would meet a blue glow of the Trandoschan's Mandalorian Energy shield, the field absorbing the melee strikes. Then the claws came, quick machine was able to dodge the first sweep, returning the gesture by brutally slamming the metal can at the lizard-monster, another blue glow of the field, then a second sweep, this time HK was not as lucky, but it would be soon evident Rahn wasn't the only one with energy shielding. HK's Echany shield mk 2 would activate, deflecting Rahn's claws back with an electronic sizzle, enough time for the droid to clash his makeshift metal mace against Rahn's shield, deflected once more but with the Trandoschan's protective energy layer finally shutting down.

"Perhaps if you would not be so chit at fighting you would either kill me or die already."

When the machine's motion sensors picked up another claw attack he would use the extinguisher to block it, the monstrosity's claws cutting into the can quickly with a pressurized hiss and screeching of metal.

His hands freed now, and still having some charges left in his Echani shield, the droid quickly took his hands and with inhumane speed he would try to grip Causstik's exposed head. Phrik talons would try to dig into his skin to grip him tightly, the machine's thumbs angling to press against his eyes and blind him, as the blue padding on his gloves would light up in arcing electricity, the Electro-Cestus droid wore would try and run electro-shocks through Causstik's body, especially his head, to stun him quickly before he could get through HK's melee shield.

It was then that the building would start to collapse right next to them, and HK calculated the best course of actions. Using his rocket boots and a strong burst from his built-in repulsorlifts he would try to drag Causstik, trying to hold on to the monster's head in vice like grip, and bring both of them right under the rain of heavy rubble and stone from above. And that would be probably the last ladies would see of them, as the machine and the monster would be either separated from the rest or buried alive.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Mara Sedaya"] @HK-36 @Desmond C'artyom [member="Solan Charr"]
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This was why she stayed away from the Core and this wasn't even in the Core. This was in Hutt space for pity's sake. She ducked closer to the door as Trandoshans began to burst through the ceiling in order to get at the slaves. Her guns shot up and blazed into the descending lizards. The walls started collapsing and the one slave who had come towards her turned to fight one of the Trandoshans, bringing him down in a surprising display of brutal violence. It certainly made Aeshi raise an eyebrow, but she let the guns drop back into the holster as the roof began to collapse, sending a storm of rubble falling onto the ground.

Her arms shot up as dust and chunks of duracrete fell from the ceiling and she slipped over towards the door, turning to listen to the woman who actually spoke basic. The reptilian woman had spoken in her strange language again, but Aeshi couldn't muster the Force energy to get images of the words. But this other woman seemed to have a good guess at what those meant.

"Don't need a hotel," Aeshi added after a minute, wiping a smear of dust from her face, "My ship's in the spaceport not far from here."

Another rumble shook through the building and she ducked. "Once we're in hyperspace, there's not more than a handful of ships in the galaxy that can catch us."

A .8 hyperdrive and Kol navcomputer quite a powerful combination- especially in working through the galaxy.

"Once we break orbit, we're home free."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik's melee with the Droid was short and brutal. They parried blows, traded fist and dented metal. They crushed bone, tore flesh, and leaked iron and blood. When all was said and done the Droid and monster were buried beneath a mountain of rubble. In the heat of the momental Causstik didn't even see the ceiling collapse. He was buried alive and the last thoughts that ran through his head were "Forgive me score keeper. I have failed." There would now be a large puckered scar over one of his eyes where the Droid had blinded him. A single clawed hand stuck out of the rubble. Seemingly all that remained of the animal Causstik Rahn.

(OOC: Since you beat a Mando you guys qualify for Beskar. This post will prove it.)


The Trandoshan's unstoppable leader had fallen. It was a huge blow to there moral and they began to retreat, but this was not the end. They fled to there ships and fired upon the building with everything they had. The building would begin to buckle and collapse meaning the heroes would have only a few precious minutes to escape or face the same fate as there foe. @everyone