Faction The Jagged Edge [SJO-OPA]

[Audren Sykes]

The hooded OPA representative spoke truly; Audren assumed he was talking about Master Qel'dor. This one knew Hutts, at least in their broadest sense. Which could literally be very broad of course, being Hutts. The comments about stealth mission were logical. That was the way it should have been the first time around. The change of clothes question confused the Sephi for a moment, until he realized that it was probably directed at the others who'd already been involved.

The Sephi was wearing fairly low key clothing. He'd left the tabards back in his vessel, but he could pull off the visible plating and gauntlets and blend right in to a large number of civilian populations when he didn't have weapons. Or he could leave the visibly armored portions on if in a rougher neighborhood; enough armor to blend in but not be eye-catching like Mandalorian plate. The gun he wore on his left thigh wouldn't draw a glance. Plus he could offer some of his own clothing to the others if needed; no guarantees would be made about fit. Especially if the little Mirialan female - Amani, named by the one in glasses - needed it.

"I've got some spare clothes in my ship if needed. Not sure they'll fit everyone though."

That same person wearing glasses added more details. The OPA were here on their own mission: apparently people had been disappearing from OPA space, potentially caused by a new group called the Dark Judges. It seemed whoever these ones were though, they'd done their job well. Trackers on the ships...splendid work. Oh, and the other one was apparently named Veino...the name rang a distant bell but nothing more. The rough sketch of a plan - having those who hadn't been involved before - create a distraction for the rest of them was smart enough, as was the decision to get more information before finalizing anything. At that point, one of the other Jedi there pulled out a holoprojector and activated it to show a schematic of the Hutt's palace.

With some minor byplay between him and another Jedi - Knight Lysle - the one Jedi began a walkthrough of the layout. It was quite detailed and the Master - who'd never even seen the palace - paid close attention. A sublte use of the Force helped impress the knowledge into his memory. Once they began moving he couldn't afford to not remember this information. Once the information had been disseminated the question was asked about ideas on getting in, especially with the presumed security increase.

The male Mirialan asked who the Dark Judges were, and couldn't be faulted for the question. It was a group that might be involved in the whole situation, and to an extent that nobody really knew if the wording was accurate. As far as getting in though, distractions could be useful. They were Jedi...all that was needed was some creativity.

"Cause enough monetary damage and even Hutts will notice. Let one of the known Jedi get seen at an entrance, maybe with a drawn lightsaber and clothes torn up a bit, and have guards call it in. Incapacitate and disappear them, draw more guards. Unlatch the window of an unoccupied room and have the unknowns get in quick that way. Crash a speeder into one of the palace walls at a decent speed. Draw attention in one or two areas and the rest are weakened. We can probably find a roof egress as well, it will probably have an alarm. The more alarms the better actually, especially if we have people on the inside who can take advantage. If we're talking about a stealth hit on the slave ships, I'd need to know more about that situation. It would be trickier."


OPA: Eldin Daine | Veino Garn
SJO: Lon Vondon | Kiegan Lysle | Amani Serys | Acaadi

 

[Enlil]

It took less time than anticipated to located the Zeltron girls. One minute the crowd was abuzz with cheers and the snarl of anticipation, the next their blood was ablaze and their screams drowned all rational thought. And they call it 'civilization,' the King lamented.

Blood sport died out in his land during its forth or fifth century. The price of a life was deemed far too high a cost for entertainment. By decree of the King, one of his forebears, gladiatorial combat became an abomination. Later, the use of such for punishment came into prominence in rebellious encampments, filled up with slave traders and their ilk.

So, he had a certain understanding of the current plight of the Perl girls. Limited, because when the strange horn came into view from one of the previously barred doors, Enlil had no idea what manner of creature they were faced with. It hardly mattered.

"Move," he commanded. The crowd shoved him back, and his irritation flared.

"We was here first, pretty boy," a strange alien creature fixed him with four eyes. "Go find your own spot."

His fists clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. "Yula!" he called as he gripped the shoulder of the hulking brute who now cocked back to punch him in the face. "Yula, I'm coming!"

"Like hell!" the massive man threw a fist that would have caved concrete. When it made impact, the King staggered, but his open palm greeted the strike rather than his face.

"You punch well for a man your size," Enlil praised. "It is a shame we meet under such circumstances. I might have made you a Guard."

"Feth off and stop moving!" The behemoth reared back again, and this time the attack slammed into the floor, wide of Enlil.

Another bystander cried out. "Guards!" she whined. "Guards, we got a fight on the sublevel!"

His fingers dipped low to the floor and struck duracrete. Their swipe was quick, and from the friction rose a single spark.

Yula Perl | Kyra Perl

@E'erybody else~

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

The cogs in Kiegan's brain could appear to be violently turning as he tried to figure out by what the gruff man meant by more than Jedi had lightsabers out here. Who? The Hutts? A Hutt with a lightsaber would be an odd sight, but truth be told Kiegan kind of wanted to see it now. It would be pretty cool to fight a Hutt with a lightsaber, especially if they knew how to wield one.

"Well, perhaps Qul'Dor thought they might let him get more than a few sentences out before they butchered him, eh?" Brow furrowing once again towards the insults to Kiegan's late master, this time from Veino Garn .

Only taking a moment to rub his wrists after Acaadi freed him from the restraints, a smile and silent thanks being offered in return, did Kiegan simply tear away most of his robes. The small utterance of a costume change reason enough, along with the heat, to get rid of such an obvious piece of Jedi equipment. Kiegan didn't care for the methods the OPA were producing right now, but he could respect that they technically saved him from being sold into slavery.

"Give me a saber and about five minutes, and I'll cause enough damage you won't need the speeder." An arrogant and perhaps naive smirk occupied the elder Lysle's face, but as the second-highest ranking Jedi here, and one without the layout of the palace, it was almost unspoken that Kiegan would fulfill the role. "I don't have the patience for stealth. Just make sure when I get zapped again, nobody is sucker-punching me again." The bump on his lip speaking for itself.

Cool Jedi | Acaadi // Kyra Perl // Lon Vondon // Audren Sykes // Amani Serys // Connor Harrison // Caedyn Arenais
Could Still be Slavers | Eldin Daine // Veino Garn // Enlil // Yula Perl

 

[Yula Perl]

Still conscious, Yula didn’t have as hard of a landing as her sister, but it hadn’t been graceful either. The elder Zeltron was just picking herself up off the ground when her danger sense flared, and something slammed solidly into the side of her helm.

“Argh!” She called out, grabbing both sides of her helmet in an attempt to steady her throttled vision. “What the hell, Kyra!” Ripping off her head covering, Yula suspended the situation at hand for a moment to yell at her sister. The armor had protected her enough to keep her from tumbling into unconsciousness, but there would be a bruise. Probably more to come. “I bust my ass trying to save you and yer stupid—“

A guttural roar put an end to her tirade, much to the crowd’s delight. The rancor stepped into full view, all thrashing claws and gnashing teeth. It roared again before charging at the pair, and Yula had a sliver of time to throw up a barrier. Hands splayed in front of her, the Zeltron dug in her heels to the ground and gritted her teeth as she struggled to resist the rancor’s wild blows with a haphazard use of the Force.

“Kyra! Run!” She shouted, fingers curling as she tried to gain a steadier position. The crowd didn’t seem too pleased but Yula didn’t care, not as a familiar voice reached her. Another trick of the Force?

“Hurry up, idiot!”

Kyra Perl Enlil

 

[Kyra Perl]

(ooc: we've noticed the thread has stalled a little, likely do to how many of you there are. Heh. We're gonna shove forward and try to regain momentum. PLease pick back up if you're interested-- we intend to see this arc through with everyone reuniting at the palace-- peeps saved! )


Location: Pits
A shrill scream escaped Kyra, not unlike that time when she was four and fell off the top of the fridge. How she had gotten up there was anyone's question. Even as children, the Perls were known for the hand at the force even. And barriers? Well they were their thing.

Kyra shot one out on instinct, supplementing her sister's with her own. Her outstretched hand shook as she shot the standing Perl a look of utter disbelief. "Y-Yula? How the f-" Another screech pulled through her as the rancor backed up....and charged back at them.

My it had sharp teeth.

Kyra dropped the barrier and rolled to the left, hoping Yula would do the same and let it smash into the wall behind them.

"Are you a bounty hunter now? Oh I am so telling mom!" She roared, her knee scrapping on the ground as she pulled herself up and gave the area a desperate scan for a weapon. "Gimmie that!" She tried to force-pull the blaster off her sister's hips.

Yula Perl Enlil

 

[Enlil]

The small group of ruffians stalled as the golden maned man slowly stood upright. A wreath of flames danced around his gilded hand. "You should not have impeded me," he told the large man.

Jedi? Sith? It didn't matter now- the entire group of them devolved into mania as the flames crackled before their eyes. This was the realest the Force had ever been for some of them, and they wanted nothing to do with it.

For Enlil, he slowly counted two. His index finger, then middle rose and at their tips the flames converged, intensified, and formed two small orbs of pinkish red. His right hand moved swiftly across and peeled the excess flame away, capturing it in a controlled ball that hovered over his palm.

The massive man was charging. His roar may have startled even the Rancor, but it did not last long. Two swift, decisive bolts of plasma rocked him center mass.

He crumbled to the floor, a deject pile.

"Anyone else?" the King asked in a softer, quieter voice. They parted for him as he moved toward the bars, and the flames that remained surged out to consume the metal.

"You!" the Bounty Hunters and Hutt Clan Enforcers had made their way downstairs. "Hands up!"

Enlil watched the flames work, and the durasteel warp. A matter of moments, perhaps, and he could join Yula and the Jedi girl. Her words hit him, and he ground his teeth.

Such an ingrate!

"Idiot!?" he shouted loudly, "YOU jumped into the pit!"

Kyra Perl Yula Perl

 

[Eldin Daine]

Well first things first, “The dark judges are a bad group. Nasty bunch. They mostly operate in OPA space, and frankly need to be removed”. Removed, meaning killed in Eldin’s eyes which Acaadi would be able to read if he had a mind to it. “They were once on the side of the good guys but turned toward a more violent form of what they believe to be justice and handing it out”. To the point of it warping to view innocent people as in need of punishment. That was how they viewed things and some of them taking it to extremes, like this Undertaker.

The Jedi with the white hair voiced a good plan, Eldin like the way he thought, more mayhem the better on the palace compound. He gave Audren Sykes a nod in appreciation for the quick thinking. The OPA wanted to take out the Bodris, kill the damn slug because he will only start-up operations again, either here for somewhere else or more people will be enslaved. OPA would only have to return again in the future so best to an end to it now. Eldin figured the Jedi would not like this idea so he would keep that to himself for the time being.

And they had to try and help the group trying to save the young Jedi they had to leave behind. The force knows what those fools that went after her without a plan had got themselves into. The young buck of a Jedi Kiegan Lysle would be all for it no doubt. The kid wanted to make a name for himself he supposed.

“Alright kid”, turning to Kiegan, “Ya got the job of goin’ in first and stirin’ up as much noise as ya can. Pair up and lets move out”.

One last look at the data stream from the tracker, the slaver ships approaching Smarteel and soon landing. They would have the location of the compound soon, Eldin was itching to get a move on, so not to lose time getting there. He did not want to lose them after all this planning. Damn these Jedi would have had wrapped up the mission by now.


SJO: | Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Audren Sykes | Amani Serys | Connor Harrison | Caedyn Arenais | Tarish Galland
OPA: | Veino Garn | Enlil | Yula Perl

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino tossed around what spare pieces of spacer garb he had with him in his pack, to make them a little less noticeable on the way back in. Ideally, anyways. As for himself, he went through the secret compartments in his coat, pulling out his lightsaber and screwing the pieces back together, while sliding blasting caps into the small blocks of plastic explosive he had with him.

"Ready to go. I can infiltrate through a roof panel. No window needed and move towards the security center and disable it. That should make things chaotic enough for the rest of the op to function effectively. I'll rendezvous with the rest of you off-planet."

He clipped the lightsaber to the inside of his coat, stashed the explosives in the pocket, and loaded the chamber of the scattergun. "Catch you all on the flipside. I've got your exit covered too."

With a salute and a nod, he turned around and headed back to the palace, not approaching the doors, but instead disappearing into the landscape.

 

[Yula Perl]

At least Kyra was conscious and well enough to complain.

Yula felt the external reinforcement of her barrier, and she tilted her head over her shoulder, partially shocked to see that her little sister was the source of power. Yes, she always knew Kyra had the Force—it had never been some mystical revered power in their family, but a fact of life. But this was her baby sister, she was still just a kid! Right?

“Save it.” She grunted, fully intending to explain later because there would be a later. When the rancor reared back even further with intent to charge, the Zeltron yelped and dove to the right as her sister chose the left.

Predictably, the rancor collided into the wall behind them with enough force to daze it briefly. What it had in physical strength, it lacked in brains. “No that’s—get over here!” Grabbing her sister’s arm, she dashed for the end of the pit, eager to put as much distance between themselves and the beast. “What are you gonna tell mom? That you f’ed up and became a Hutt slave girl?”

To her relief, Enlil’s voice rang out from somewhere above them. Yula didn’t dare look up, lest she take her eyes off of the rancor. “Hurry up and get down here! We—hey! What the hell!” She hissed as the Force ripped the carbine from her back and the weapon flew into her sister’s hands. “Do you even know how to use a blaster, Kyra?” Snarling, her voice took on the clear tone of a mocking older sister.

As the flames above them worked at the durasteel grate, some of the metal became twisted and worn, weakened by heat. Raising both hands, Yula’s fingers curled and clenched before she brought them forcefully downwards. With them came a shout and a few lengths of warped durasteel, rocketing towards the enraged beast.

Enlil Kyra Perl

 

[Thal Mantis]

Theme


War.

War was hell, and hell was war.​

And Thal had been waging his own personal war for months now, weeks on end of unending, rampant violence- which meant that Thal had been in his own, and creating hell of a different nature.

What he didn't know- he was on a collision course with the Silver Jedi, the ones who trained him, and took him in following his escape from slavery. Kyra Perl would be the first to notice his presence, the tell-tale sign of anger swelling in the room. Thal had gotten quite good at hiding his signature, right up until the moment he intended to strike.

He had disguised himself as a bounty hunter (after slamming the person who originally owned the clothes he was wearing through a wall, a sink, and a bathroom mirror), and was part of the group circling Enlil .

The carbine was dropped, and he outstretched his hands, and in one fluid, solid motion, picked up one of the other enforcers, lifting the Trandoshan clear off the ground. Thal's size, mass, and violence of action lifted the lizard off the ground, much to his obvious chagrin. He bodyslammed the Trandoshan, rose to a stand- and crushed his face with a heavy durasteel lined boot.

Then, Thal withdrew his lightsabers, snarling. Anger swirled around him, white-hot anger and rage fueling his movements. The blue lightsabers were a dramatic irony in the purest sense. Absolute, unhinged savagery took over the room as the Enforcers and Bounty Hunters began to question who was who, and who's side anyone was on. But Thal's lightsaber blades whirled to life, taking with them life and limb as he began to carve his way through the crowd.

Thal's blind rage didn't even let him see, sense, or hear of Kyra, a familiar face in a dark place.

Thal was here for the slaver's. He was acting as an emissary of the Reaper, and Thal had come to collect the souls of those that traded lives. And thus forth- with just a few seconds of surprise, he had cut down five of them in a matter of moments. Maybe the King wouldn't attack him, maybe he would. Maybe he'd be put off-guard.

Either way, Thal had murdering to do and nothing- no one, was going to stop him but death itself.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Present Company: Tarish Galland
Objective: Rendezvous with the Silver Jedi Team
Location: Bodris the Hutt's Palace

​

The sudden screams from below turned heads. The break in music afforded that split second, blood-curdling noise to resonate through the palace and up to the main court.

Connor looked to where the scream came from, and then back to the Hutt, and then glanced to the quiet Jedi beside both he and Caedyn Arenais. Those sort of noises had to be ignored and accepted in a place as sordid and dark as this, and it certainly wasn't a moment to lose one's head over and ruin an entire operation. It was then a rumble shook the room, and an explosion from down below - it felt like a Rancor had launched itself through the catacombs and tunnels below.

More screams of panic came from the court, and more bodies started to move both around the slug-like Hutt and also to various doorways leading out in case they had to protect their assets. Connor wobbled slightly, and caught Caedyn's eye. The Jedi nodded and ran into the crowd, mixing with the confused bodies. It left he and the silent Jedi next, and so they had to move.

"Introductions later I feel. For now, we move. Get to the lower levels," Connor hissed quietly.

A roar came from the Hutt - it sounded like someone, or something, had blown whatever cover had been put into place. It was time to take action.

There was a large swirl of emotion radiating from within. Force auras that swelled in darkness, and little light. A concerning feeling. Another explosion rocked the court, this time sending small fragments of debris from the ceiling. The time to talk was over!

 

[Tarish Galland]

The room and area around them swirled with different taste of emotions, his senses slowly filling with distinct flavors the longer they stood in the midst of it all. Allowing his mind to wander over each in turn, even with the screams from below gave him a sense of who would likely be the first to strike out. The music cut, and the sound resonated as he glanced to the other two who seemed to have a plan between them. The rumbling explosion however made him focus a bit more, sharp interest in the rising agitation of what he guessed where guards.

"Aww, and I was hoping for the grand tour." Tarish snorted back to Connor, equally quiet as the Hutt roared. Eyes slid over to the slug before another explosion had debris coming in as an arm covered his face and eyes.

A body moving behind him, intent dark as his free hand reached backwards in an awkward but practiced move. The lightsaber was ready to use, but the crackling sound behind him gave a hint of what was to come. The surge of electrical pain followed shortly, one hand still covering his eyes as his other palm sizzled with the connection.

Stun baton. Or something like it. Fethin things hurt even with practice.

His teeth clenched for what felt like ages as the baton was powered on, pain singing along his nerves before coming to a cool calm moments later. The force moved through him, easing the pain like a soothing tide before his hand clenched around the energized coils. There was an audible sound of confusion as Tarish drained the power cell in the stick, static crackling up and into his hand and arm.

"That not how you greet guests." The man hissed, ripping the baton forward before spinning before lightly touching the armored being. He felt akin to an overfull cup, water making a delicate bubble atop the rim as power carefully ebbed out of his fingertips. Not to kill, at least not this time. Low potency lightning arced between fingertips and durasteel armor, Tarish's eyes alight with the crackling power before the being flopped backwards.

"Move! I think there is a party we are late to!" Tarish hollered through gritted teeth, feet digging into the floor as the cup threatened to spill over. Energy was abundant and beginning to burn the vessel that held it. Another came forward, aiming a blaster as a wave of the hand made an arc across several beings towards the target. All stunned and sent to the floor, but not dead. More power ebbed away, but not enough as his hands shook from holding it in, the fine hairs over his body standing on end as he clenched his teeth.

Connor Harrison | Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Audren Sykes | Amani Serys
Eldin Daine | Veino Garn | Enlil | Yula Perl | Thal Mantis

 

[Acaadi]

OOC/ moving this group back to the Palace for the wrap up. Amani Serys Lon Vondon Audren Sykes Eldin Daine Kiegan Lysle

Acaadi didn't like the sound of dark judges. It seemed that whenever he ventured out beyond the safety of the silver rest there was darkness waiting. Sith empires, sith cults, fallen judges. It was as if the dark side of the Force encroached on everything they did not protect.

"Ill follow your lead," Acaadi said. These people seemed to know what they were doing. The jedi master he had followed here clearly hadn't read the situation right or else he would have been here.

That was going to occupy his thoughts for some time.

“Alright kid”, turning to Kiegan, “Ya got the job of goin’ in first and stirin’ up as much noise as ya can. Pair up and lets move out”.

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"I don't think Kiegan needs to make a distraction..." Acaadi said as they looked down at the Palace. There were screams. There was blaster fire.

Acaadi said a distinctly un-jedi-like word under his breath. They needed to get in their quickly.

At least what he was wearing wasn't going to matter.

 

[Kyra Perl]

“Do you even know how to use a blaster, Kyra?” Snarling, her voice took on the clear tone of a mocking older sister.

Kyra's feature's contorted, pure indignation ripe across her face as she pointed the blaster at the ground and shot at Yulas feet. The woman would have to jump, not once, but twice to avoid the shots.

"Do you know how to use a blaster, Kyra," Kyra mocked on back, her voice tight and twisted as she mimicked her sister's own.

She gasped, giving a slight startle as the vent came down on top of the creature in a pile of flame and molten metal. It did not like that, it's body staggering back to the ground and letting out viscous shrieks of pain. Kyra's ducked as a flying shard of vent was sent hurling overhead.

"...How about we don't tell mom any of this and call it even?" She chirped, her tone hopeful as she eye the new hole in the cage. A red particle beam still separated the carved out cave from the dining area. "Really?" She commented moving towards it. "It was just a matter of shorting it out!"

And that was when she saw him. Him. She probably wouldn't have even recognized if not for all the blood. "Thal!" She screamed, giving a panicked pound at the wall. She yelped, jumping back at it zapped her. "Thaaaaaaaaaaal!"

The rancor found its footing, bits of metal melted into the top of its head. It let out an enraged roar.

 

[Enlil]

A blur of color lay over the world. Sanity suspended, the King felt everything melting and blending together, the way only conflict could entice. This was chaos, the lack of order that returned all things to the nothing from which they had been born. It was neither natural nor unnatural: it simply was, and then, the consequences that followed changed everything.

The man must have been a Jedi. Only those gifted with the Force used those weapons, the same that the Infinite Empire had bestowed upon their Force Hounds in the old times. Enlil could feel, perhaps more loudly than all other things, the youth's soul cry out in rage.

Something had torn him down, taken from him happiness and peace of mind. Some moment in time had robbed him of himself and set him down this path. Nothing had happened to unmake that tragedy.

Yet, he had given himself to these actions. He was accountable to them, and to himself. The King had to make a choice before more people died. "Down there," he directed with a quick tug of telekinetic energy. He pulled at Thal Mantis and sought to send him barrelling downward into the Rancor pit ahead of himself, in order that no one else would be carved up by his madness.

In the meanwhile, the King stepped between the rising tide of mercenaries and thugs who sought to apprehend them, a slowly rising wall of heat amassing just in front of him. "I'm a bit busy," Enlil called back to Yula Perl as he gave up ground.

Kyra Perl

 

[Amani Serys]

Eldin Daine | Acaadi | Kiegan Lysle | Lon Vondon | Audren Sykes

Amani quietly sighed to herself in relief when Kiegan seemed to take it upon himself to be the distraction. Though the longer they stood around the less it seemed to matter, as Acaadi pointed out. She blinked and looked back over to the palace as the commotion inside grew more and more audible. Sighing more audibly this time, she looked to the others, specifically Eldin, "Well, standing here and wasting time isn't doing any good, yeah?" It seemed like everything that could go wrong had been going wrong on this mission. Being rescued by the OPA was a lucky break.

She deferred to him on the matter, clearly they had a better understanding of how to handle the situation. For now, she just wanted to get in and save their friends. Moving towards the front of the group, she awaited the go ahead to make their way to the palace.

 

[Eldin Daine]

SJO: | Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Audren Sykes | Amani Serys | Connor Harrison | Caedyn Arenais | Tarish Galland | Thal Mantis
OPA: | Veino Garn | Enlil | Yula Perl


The group had moved out, Veino headed off alone which was his way of working Eldin could appreciate that. In fact, he had to find a way to get away from the Jedi himself, at some point an opportunity will present itself. He just had to be patient.

“I think ya are right”, Eldin pulled alongside Acaadi as the screams rose up to the ridge they stood on. “Let go”, time was a wasting and the young padawan girl was eager to get into the thick of the action.

Keeping to cover, Eldin went a speed down the steep slope that took them all back to the palace. Veino was nowhere to be seen which was good, no doubt he had found the roof tops by now. A quick dash across the open and dusty land that surrounded the palace, Eldin not happy about this as surveillance cameras would have picked up his movement, but there was little time to worry about it. Besides, it might help Veino get through without any detection.

To the wall and to the window, Eldin went in head first legs last and fell into an empty room. With a bit of luck, the hall outside was clear. He pressed his ear to the door, not a sound immediately outside. In the distance however, there was plenty of noise.

He opened the door, the coast was clear, they were in. Eldin looked back, the Jedi not with him yet, he opened a link to Veino quickly punching in a new objective. Kill Bodris.

If Veino was unable to get him Eldin would.

 

[Thal Mantis]

Familiar voice. Familiar smell, familiar sound. Perl. Kyra.

Needed his help.

Swept off his feet.

Tumbling, falling. Jagged rocks. Avoid the fall. Roll to avoid the impact. Dig hands into wall. Scrape tips of fingers. Had to get focused, had to reach calm. Could fight, couldn't escape like this. Had to wash the red out of his eyes-

Thal blinked, and snapped to. He turned to the laser gate separating her and him, and him from the Rancor. He did it before, he did it in the Red Tower. Shorted out the electric fences. With someone else. Needed tissue, needed a fresh- there was a corpse of the Trandoshan, his skull freshly crushed by Thal's foot. Thal picked him up, and braced himself. He shoved the Trandoshan against the laser. Electric current soared through the body of the Trandoshan, activating since-dead nerve endings, making the formerly alive person thrash about. The current went through Thal as well, who screamed in horrific pain, which only served to fuel him. The electricity shot around Thal- as if lightning was crackling off of Thal, the energy redirecting wildly. He screamed and screamed, until the grid fell short, and Thal dropped the smoldering, now super-dead Trandoshan, and fell to his knees, breathing raggedly.

"Hello. Nice to see you."

He politely and meakly said, gesturing for Kyra to help him out, now that her avenue of escape from the impending doom by the Rancor was averted- provided of course, the pair of them moved faster than the now-very angry Rancor.

Why was it always Rancors, anyways? Surely there were other great and terrible creatures for bad guys to have in their basements. Maybe it was the theatrical effect.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

// KNIGHT LYSLE //
// BODRIS' PALACE //
// FOCUS // SJO | Acaadi / Amani Serys / Thal Mantis / Kyra Perl / Lon Vondon / Audren Sykes / Connor Harrison / Caedyn Arenais // OPA | Veino Garn / Eldin Daine / Enlil / Yula Perl //

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Kiegan was more than a little miffed that he could no longer be the distraction he always knew he could be, some other opportunist having taken up the position before even he had. Fortunately, the Elder Lysle would still manage an opportunity to get some of the action himself. It wasn't long before their ragtag group managed it's way back to Bodris' palace, the guards that had been in front clearly too distracted by something louder.

The blonde followed quickly behind Eldin Daine , but the OPA agent was clearly a good bit faster than the Jedi, the distance between the pair growing quickly as the brunette almost instantly flew through a window. Kiegan was perhaps a tad less elegant than Eldin was, the motion of diving into a window not coming as easily to the young man.

"unf-" An inelegant sound made its way out as he landed stomach first on the windowsill before slowly rolling himself onto the hallway floor, head watching the man disappear into the doorway. "Don't wait up for me..."

Slowly turning onto his stomach before picking himself up, Kiegan would quickly round the corner, back to where Eldin was. A pat on the man's shoulder was all Kiegan would offer, trying to let the brunette know that he had his back. The Hapan man didn't particularly trust the man per se, but they were aligned together nonetheless.

"Let's get these guys eh?"

Perhaps a bit emboldened by anger and opportunity, Kiegan would continue to jog down the halls until he found someone big and with firepower. Fists were fine for now, but the Hunters tended to be a bit more practical than that.

 

[Audren Sykes]

The plan - what little of it there was - was agreed on, and they headed towards the palace. Well, back to the palace for everyone else. By the time they got closer however, it became apparent that someone had started something: screams and blaster fire could be heard even through the presumably thick walls of the place. Keigan - Lysle - definitely didn't need to be the distraction any longer; at least, not on the outside. The inside might be a different story.

Audren went hurtling down the slope behind the OPA agent who'd accompanied them. The slope would have been right about perfect for a board, if he'd had a board and there was some way to slow or stop at the bottom. Guards would have needed a repeater to hit him at that speed. Then a sprint across the open bit of land to get to the palace, during which time the Sephi unholstered his gun and flicked the selector switch. Lysle kept up with him on the way down and pulled slightly ahead in the open space, but caused a bit of a slowdown when he didn't quite make it through the window on his first attempt.

The flopping cleared the sill just long enough for the Master to use it as a springboard. He went up a floor to a window that was already cracked open, telekinesis opening it enough to slip through. Unlike the room Eldin had chosen, this one was not unoccupied; the sounds coming from the refresher made him glad that privacy curtain was up. Would have been awkward otherwise. He moved out the door only to find a guard stationed outside who immediately went for a stun baton. A step past allowed Audren's own hand to intercept the guard's. A pull towards the ground and a well-placed leg tripped the man, and the slightest redirect of the stun baton had him out cold without a peep. Fortunately it was just a matter of seconds to move him back into the room; no doubt there would be other not-so-awkward sounds when he was found.

He could sense the others below him and headed as much in the same direction as the halls allowed. It was more or less towards the cacophony that they presumably needed to get to. That was always the case: when on duty move towards the loud, chaotic noises. Two hallways later the two levels became one, a staircase and small mezzanine. Below, Keigan had encountered a guard of some sort. Unfortunately for him there was a second guard not far behind the first. The elfin Jedi didn't even bother with the stairs, he took a dive over the mezzanine rail. A complete flip on the way down turned enough of the vertical momentum to horizontal and he landed with barely a whisper; the stun baton he jammed into the second guard's armpit buzzed louder than he'd been. Yet beyond him there was a third guard. Down a hallway, not close enough to quietly drop. At least, not until the Sephi spun to his right and forward, ending up immediately next to the falling guard with his gun aimed. A silvery beam hissed from the barrel and connected square with that guard's torso, dropping him too.

"Sure, but keep your eyes open. No sucker punches, remember?"


OPA: Eldin Daine | Veino Garn
SJO: Lon Vondon | Kiegan Lysle | Amani Serys | Acaadi