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Public The Ghost and the Gunner

Altair Damask

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Altair was not very happy right then. Not only did he crash lands on a planet that he knew nothing about, and that planet is filled with hostile natives in their age of antiquity. So he had to deal with a wrecked ship, and spear using organized soldiers with large diamond shaped shields that proved to be resistant to lightsabers somehow, not lightsaber proof, but lightsabers resistant definitely. The locals seemed unimpressed with his force powers, and even had some force users of their own. So this was most tricky a situation to handle.

Unbeknownst to him, he was not the only one who was stuck there, or was soon to have company.
 
Amadeus was sipping tea when the locals became incredibly alarmed. He heard mutterings of 'Jedi'. He had hidden his identity from the natives, but his lightsaber was still stowed within his robes. The Chagrian watched the worried beings flee the tea room, he sighed. It was impossible to go anywhere without trouble, apparently.

Shan had been on the planet for a few days, having succesfully navigated the pesky nebula that surrounded it. He had come for one thing - tea. The planet had begun to amass a reputation for its brew. He had visited years before, in his Academy days. Back then, pirates were the first to hear of the enticing tea leaves. Shan had assisted efforts to defend the world from pirates, who had taken a liking to their tea so much that they conducted several raids upon Noonien plantations.

That was many cycles ago, now the Nooniens were awfully wary of outsiders. They had managed to go decades without being pillaged again, especially after high doses of Noonien tea were found to be lethal to the Weequay that desired them so badly. As it turned out, a substance lost its street value when it had posioned most of its consumers.

Shan made his way calmly out of the tea rooms. He could see it now, the plume of smoke from the outskirts of the village. He made his own way to the wreckage. There, he saw a masked figure amongst the flames. Shan smiled.

"That's quite a landing," he said, bemused.

He could feel the force within the man, but chose to say nothing. Instead he watched as warriors approached, spears and crystal at the ready.
 

Tristan Ortega

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What in all the hells had happened? One minute her ship was in tip top shape; all systems were functional, everything was going as it should be, and she was quite readily making her way back home. The next thing she knew? There were alarms, flashing lights, and a seriously rough landing. The sort that had left Tristan disoriented for quite some time, in a frumpled mess on the floor. How long had she laid there? Hell even she didn't know, but eventually a groan vibrated it's wait up her throat and she got her arms beneath her frame so that she could push herself into an upright position.

It didn't take long to figure out at the very least that she had crash landed. A fact which made the brunette grumble as she pushed herself further still until she was on her feet. The disorientation didn't subside, and in fact made her waver in her stance as she worked her way from cockpit to gangplank to get off the ship and see just what sort of damage she had endured.

Her helmet was grabbed as she passed by though wasn't put onto her head - not with the way it was swimming at the moment - and she was already donned in the rest of her armor as she stepped down the admittedly battered ramp. A curse slipped past her lips once she had gotten from ship to ground and really took in the damage to her ship. Nothing irreparable thankfully, but at the moment? Tris had no idea where she was, what inhabited this planet, or what kind of welcoming party would eventually find her.

"Just my luck..." she sighed out, and rubbed her forehead roughly with her free hand while she fought the swimming sensation for another moment.
 

Altair Damask

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The moment he heard the voice he wasn’t aware of the man. He himself wasn’t very good with force senses, his entire force Arsenal was based on improving his physical capabilities as well as force grip and push, so his main strength was his lightsaber combat. So, the moment the voice reached his ears, was the precise moment that the tip of his yellow blade was mere millimeters away from the man’s throat, long before his statement was finished. The man was silent, not keen to speak to anyone. He had already had to kill a patrol of armored soldiers using outdated but well made and effective weapons, and he wasn’t going to let his guard down.

The white mask was blank and emotionless, which only served to make him even more unsettling to those who are unprepared or undisciplined. He simply stood there, silent, and waiting for the man to act, and to determine whether or not he was hostile.

Meanwhile only a half mile away, Tristan Ortega was pulling herself from her wrecked ship. Probably crashed because of hyperspace collision with Altair, also called Ghost.
 
Shan felt the heat of Altair's lightsaber and stared back at him.
Noonien bodies were spread out on the ground - and reinforcements were soon to come.

"You...slaughtered them," Amadeus hissed, he ignited his own lightsaber. It hummed to life and lit Amadeus in a crimson hue.

Anger swelled in the Chagrian and he took a fighting stance, "you arrogant fool."
 

Altair Damask

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Shan felt the heat of Altair's lightsaber and stared back at him.
Noonien bodies were spread out on the ground - and reinforcements were soon to come.

"You...slaughtered them," Amadeus hissed, he ignited his own lightsaber. It hummed to life and lit Amadeus in a crimson hue.

Anger swelled in the Chagrian and he took a fighting stance, "you arrogant fool."

A Sith Lord, perfect, the very kind that he wanted to exterminate. Again he said nothing, clearly not one for dialogue nonsense when it came to combat. He didn’t bother waiting for the Sith to attack first, the moment he saw the lightsaber he activated his second one and flew into a Well-disciplined and blinding whirlwind of yellow, displaying perfect technique and speed that could only be born from force enhancement. He was still silent, completely focused on the fight ahead of him. The enemy’s capabilities was unknown to him, so his best bet was to kill him quickly and not give him a chance to use his skills, superior or inferior as they may be.

However, he swiftly found himself surrounded by more soldiers, normally they wouldn’t be as big an issue despite being more difficult to kill because their shields proved lightsaber resistant, but with a Sith on their side, he was in a much trickier position than he liked, so he leapt beyond the circle of shields and spears and deactivated his lightsabers. From there he disappeared into the forest, his white clothes doing nothing to give him away, hence the moniker of Ghost.

As he fled, he found a woman, dizzy and off balance, exiting her own wrecked ship, and dressed in the armor of the mandalorians, definitely a bounty hunter, but if she was crashed here too, she just might be an ally. So, he cautiously showed himself to her, as she was not one of the locals, she stood a higher chance of not being hostile.
 
The old Chagrian fought back decently, letting himself be fueled by the fresh anger of injustice. He managed to defend himself long enough for the man to retreat. Behind him, Noonien soldiers arrived.

"You who calls himself Amadeus," said a tall one "you are one of them! The Dark Jedi! You bring your war here!"

Shan watched the Ghost disappear into the woods and deactivated his weapon. Stowing his lightsaber, he offered up his hands in a gesture of peace.

"I am the same man who came to you when you were a child. The same man who helped defend your world," he stated, matter of factly.

The tall leader was unconvinced and his spear was ready, "men can change!"

Shan sighed, "enough bloodshed. The worlds beyond this one are cruel and harsh, perhaps his young man has lost his way. I cannot know what he is running from, but consider this - withdraw your men and I will deal with this...phantom, myself."

The Noonien patrol seemed to be in agreement, "so be it. Then you take your airship and leave this place. Noonia no longer welcomes wizards and offworld vandals like you! We shall let your fate be decided by the nebula."

The nebula in question was visible from the ground, an iridescent sheen behind the layers of Noonia's sky. The natives had likely seen it tear up dozens of unprepared starships - they trusted it as a guardian. Amadeus bowed to the men and made his way towards the woods.
 

Altair Damask

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(Sorry for the wait Shan, I thought Tristan would have replied by now. I’ll get a post up later.)
 

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