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[Atlas Kane]

Bastion​

Civilian Spacestation

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A crowd of people was moving through the ''streets'' of a small civilian space station in orbit around Bastion. They were talking, bargaining with vendors, buying things, boarding shuttles and all the other good things one could do on a space station like this. It was the typical life on a space station. Among the people in the crowds was a certain man, an Imperial Knight, but he would probably prefer to call himself a Jedi Knight, even though he was no longer part of the Jedi. He was wearing unusual shoulder armor and the rest of his attire was rather unusual as well. His light blue pants, blue leather shoes with thin wooden plates underneath to protect the wearer from various small, sharp and pointy objects that may be lying around and his light blue piece of cloth that covered half of his upper body as well as his shoulders. He stood out among the crowd, not for being an alien, but because of his attire. It was quite unusual to see a man clad in such clothes aboard a highly advanced space station.

The man's name was Yasuo, he was here, on this space station, to get to his ship and fly to a different system. His motives were not known by anyone except for himself. And he didn't tell anyone about his presence here. Not his fellow Military friends, not his fellow Imperial Knights, not even Astrian Callus, whom he had ties to, since they were both former Jedi. He wanted to keep whatever he was doing a secret from the Fel until he was far away from Fel space. He had left a small datapad with a message in his room, back in the Gardens of Roan, but that would hopefully not have been discovered yet.

So he made his way through the crowds of people, creatures and droids. He was not sad, nor was he glad about what would follow. He just walked towards the hangar in which his ship had been landed. It was still a long walk and many things could happen. Who knew, he might encounter an Imperial patrol who would recognize him, or he might even find a new opportunity. Anything was possible.

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@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Ronin Fel"] @[member="Davin"] @[member="Xander Carrick"] @[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Neveah Fel"] @[member="Jared Starchaser"] @[member="Marselia Urstalis"] @[member=" Zrash'toul'frusku"] @[member="Veino Garn "]@[member="Animus"] @[member="Jae'Koris"] @[member="Luther Fel"] @[member="Luke Beleren"] @[member="Marric Aurelius"] @Yo'shim Etsu @[member="Sai Fel"] @All the other Fel people I've missed.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

@[member="Hayato"]

A spiral of crimson boots and fists singled out the lone Ronin. The crowd backed away, a dozen Imperial Knights stood behind a singular one.
The tallest of them at the front stood in a larger and thicker version of the Imperial Knight Armour. He donned his old mask, (Its in my sig) as a sign of a full suit of armour. A full person, his thick metal blade sat at his belt. The emotionless visor fell upon the lone ronin, all of the Imperial Knights behind Astrian had there hands on their blades, however Astrians arms sat relaxed at his waist. "Yasuo..." The words fell upon the air like venomous poison. Astrian did not sound happy, barely any emotion could be conveyed through the mask. His entirety gave away nothing, not even his outstretched emotions. Astrian stood a metre ahead of the other Knights as to not intimidate Yasuo. He took a few steps forward, then a few more. Drawing closer to what could be soon, his enemy.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Voroll]

The vendors on the space station were busy, as always, but had, for what seemed to be the first time, good wears. They had materials from all across the galaxy, crystals and stones and gems and jewels; knifes and assorted bladed weaponry from just a selection of the different cultures of this wide and wonderful galaxy. Yet Voroll bought not a thing. He did not require anything the vendors sold, or pleaded a passer-by to purchase. It was nice to look, though.
Luckily Voroll had been granted a few days of leave from his Order, a much deserved break and rest from the training and fighting and the... executions.

He had just turned around to go to a different vendor when he spotted no other than @[member="Astrian Callus"] walking through the station with at least eight Imperial Knights. He knew it was Astrian, despite being masked, because of his 'feel' through the Force. That and the mask was iconic of the man. Voroll's gaze followed the baker's dozen through the crowd and the hustle and bustle of the station to where they stopped. There was another man with big, tied, dark hair. But he could not tell who he was from this angle; the Knights and public citizens blocked most of the view.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Lucas Burke]

Lucas hated Space Stations. Something about the artificial gravity on them always seemed to make him sick without fail- Something shared with spaceships, which Lucas would hate too if being on one didn't generally mean that solid ground was in the near future. So, a day after being dragged to Bastion for his leave, and Lucas already despised being aboard the station from the bottom of his heart... And stomach. Especially since it's former contents were now in the bowl of a toilet in a refresher, a result of how sick Lucas was feeling.

After washing his mouth off at the faucet, Lucas stumbled out of the refresher to see a group of Imperial Knights making their way through the station, stopping at one point for some reason that Lucas couldn't see through the crowd. He did hope that there wasn't any problems though, because if there was one thing worse than being sick on leave, it was being caught up in a firefight while sick on leave.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino took another drink. It was good to be on leave. No yelling. No running. Better food. A ripple of tension washed over him through the Force. He turned, and groaned. Great. A stand-off. Exactly what he needed. A confrontation between two Knights on a very public space station. Lightsabers would definitely rip through a station's hull. In chunks. He drained it and stood up, swallowing nervously before walking slowly in their direction. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]. He could count on one person here at least.

 

[Atlas Kane]

This day seemed to be a rather peaceful one. No one here to stop the Knight from leaving, no one here to confront him about it, no one here to say goodbye to in person. The young Knight hated Goodbyes, that's why he left the datapad back on Bastion, in the Gardens of Roan, on his former room's bed. It contained all the information about why he was leaving, a personal goodbye to everyone, but it didn't say where he was going, which was on purpose. After all, the Knights probably didn't take to kindly to people who left their order.

He was still walking towards the Hangars when a group of thirteen Knights surrounded him, one of them being awfully familiar. He had sensed them, but he had hoped they were here because of some other business, not because of him. The familiar one ... it was Astrian Callus, the man he had fought alongside many times now and the man who had left the Jedi and joined the Fel just like the Knight had done. He said something, the Knight's name- former name ''That is no longer my name, Astrian. I have left that name behind me. Please, call me Hayato from now on.''

​@[member="Astrian Callus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"Whatever you want to call yourself is irrelevant. Your name is still Yasuo whether you like it or not." Astrian stopped but within an arms reach of Hayato, one of his arms reach of course, not one of Hayato's arms reach. Astrian's golden eyes could be seen clearly through his mask. "You know I can't let you leave like this." He spoke, the knights around them took the sabers from the belts. Holding them in front of them, "I don't want this to go down like this, but you know what happens to deserters..." Astrians voice was stale, he didn't appear to be showing any kind of emotion. But, under it all sealed tightly away; Astrain's feeling of betrayal built inside him. Astrian took his own saber from his belt, however not taking any sort of stance.

@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

''I never swore an oath to the Fel Imperium. I am not a deserter. I am only following the path that has been set for me and said path requires me to move on.'' He said in a calm voice. He didn't feel threatened by the Knights. If they decided to attack, they would either kill him, or he would escape them by using the skills he has developed over the years. Either way, he was fine with it. The Force had guided to this place and the Force had guided the others here to this place. It seemed the Force wanted this to happen, otherwise he would already be on his way to somewhere else. That was why he was completely relaxed. He would embrace whatever the Force had planned for him, though he was ready to fight for his life if he had to.

@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Veino Garn"] @[member="Lucas Burke"] @[member="Voroll "]

 

[Voroll]

To one side of the confrontation, amidst the stalls and passers-by, was a slight ledge that, if used would give one the sight to oversee the entire situation. Of course Voroll spotted this ledge as a good means to get a better vantage point than down in the crowd, where he was far from the tallest.

He moved through the people, who had been squeezed into a small section to allow the Imperial Knights to circle @[member="Hayato"]. He could not see the group directly, nor could they see him, when weaving and bobbing through aliens and peoples he had never encountered before – nor could he even garner a guess at their stories and names – until he reached the steps to the ledge, which were slightly around a corner.
When he reached the top, crowned with a thin metal railing, he spotted the group a bit further to the right. From there he could just make out Yasuo’s face, and had not heard him telling @[member="Astrian Callus"] of his new name.

Perhaps it was what some called the Will of the Force: bringing the Imperials here, together on this very day, in this very section of space station. But perhaps it was not. Voroll was inclined to believe the latter; that there were no pre-determined paths, where the future was set in water as opposed to stone.

@[member=Veino Garn]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

(Sorry for late reply bro skies)

Astrian stood with Hayato's life in his grasp. He couldn't kill him, his blade shook in his hand. Hayato's was his friend, why would be kill for a crumbling doctrine? Astrian sighed; putting away his blade. "Stand down.." He commanded. However, the imperial knights pressed forward with silver blades in hand. "I said stand down..!" He roared before taking a position beside Hayato's. One of the older imperials spoke. "Look! He's a traitor as well! Get them, get them both! Then we kill the traitorous Fel family!" The rest cheered, what had possessed them? Astrian took a firm position, raising his blade once again; it's orange form reflecting upon the crimson red armour Astrian stood clad in. "Hayato, it's time to put that co-operative form practice to good use." He spoke sombrely, he was confused, but ready to defend his friend.

@[member="Voroll"]
@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino frowned, and grabbed his lightsaber. Now what was happening? He slipped through the crowd. Traitorous Fel family? What was that even supposed to mean? He shrugged off his pack and set it down, taking a moment to calm himself and feel the Force. He had a feeling he'd be needing it pretty soon. He started slipping through the crowd that had begun backing away from the growing tension. It was everywhere. Veino gritted his teeth and focused on ignoring it.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

"Alright, two shipments of Mantellian spice." A fat, bulging man said as he shook hands with Listeri. "Remember, if this stuff doesn't get to Kiron...Well, you can figure out the rest." Listeri replied. The man began sweating and pulled at his collar. "Uh...Noted." He stuttered as he walked away. Listeri didn't like threatening people, but Kiron had ears everywhere. He was walking towards the exit, when he heard shouting. He stopped mid-step, as he turned on his heel and began strolling towards the commotion. He saw a man who was slipping through crowd, while gripping some handle, probably a Vibroblade. He jogged over, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey buddy, what's goin' on?"

 

[Voroll]

Well that had escalated. Quickly. First all the Knights were ready for fighting just @[member=Hayato] for deserting the Order and Empire, but then they were ready to kill both he and @[member=Astrian Callus] and then the Fels? In such a short space of time had their intentions jumped tenfold. Mostly in an aggressive and rebellious attitude.
While Voroll had no doubts the pair would be able to handle the Knights, he could not help but wish them aid. They were good people, and close to being friends. To have even bet the slightest possibility of them dying now would be a shame. But there was little the mostly-untrained twenty-year old could do. Until he spotted @[member=Veino Garn] appearing and disappearing in an ever-moving crowd. Like a black escape pod amongst the dark of space.

Left on the side, from a rather unpleasantly-smelling human, were a clear bag of something that resembled nuts. They had no smell and were brown in colour, about half an inch in size. Voroll hoped to himself that his throwing aim was just as good as his shooting, because he threw a couple of nuts into the crowd, towards Veino’s direction with the intention of either a few hitting him and the movement of the Voroll’s orange tshirt would garner his attention. Unfortunately most of the nuts had hit the crowd surrounding the other Empath as he slipped through.
Even the head of @[member=Listeri Dalane], who had tried to also grab Veino’s attention.

With the possibility that Hayato, Astrian, Voroll and Veino here, there would be less chance for these Imperial Knights to carry out their twisted wishes.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino felt something zip back his head and he ducked, turning first to @[member="Listeri Dalane"]. "No idea. You better move along out of here though. This appears to be Imperial Knight business and we don't want civilians getting injured." He turned to see who threw the nuts. He gave a quick, grim smile to @[member="Voroll"] and pulled his lightsaber fully out, gesturing with his head towards @[member="Astrian Callus"] and @[member="Hayato"]. It was good then. Four of them against that many full Imperial Knights? It'd be great. Hopefully better than Togoria. The faded scars gave a quick ache, making him wince. He glanced around to gauge the situation. Too many civilians in the area. He needed to get them away, and fast.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

He nodded. His hand reached round his back, and gripped the handle of his assault rifle. But he began slowly backing away when he realized that a lot of people were pulling out lightsabers. He backed behind some cover, and began waiting until the chaos started happening. Wait a second...Who threw nuts!? He thought, noticing how weird it was.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The imperial knights must have been under the belief the others had turned darkside. They were wrong, they were corrupted. Astrian was the first into the frey, launching into Djem So. His blade covered up to about three of the Imperial Knights blades. That left ten for Hayato, seemed fair. Astrian swingers his blade once, with lightning speed and a brutes strength he knocked one of the Imperials of his feet, caught the blade of another on his corrodes Gauntlet, and that of another and responded by clashing his blades with their armour. Which left several scorch marks and loud blasts of energy and sparks across the room. Astrian then proceeded to leap backwards, kicking one in the face bd effectively breaking his neck and crushing his face. "Hayato!" He called, the Imperial knights zoning in on him.


@[member="Listeri Dalane"]
@Veino Garn
@[member="Voroll"]
@[member="Hayato"]

 

[Voroll]

When the fighting eventually broke out, Voroll - who still stood higher than the rest - knew he needed to act, although he did not know how. He was not in armour, did not carry his blaster, nor his vibroblade. So the most he could do from up in the safety of the over-look was just that, look over.
Market stalls below him, covered with some form of fabric, caught his gaze. They looked strong enough to hold open many metal poles and protect the vendor from whatever may fall from the sky (despite being on a space station).

The Empath decided to climb up onto the barrier, trying not to lose his balance and fall to his death, with intent to use the fabric covers to jump onto the attacking Imperial Knights. He jumped, all his energy and all his thought focusing deep in his legs. Springing from the barrier, he overshot the stalls completely - to which a look of pure failure washed over his face, until replaced by excitement. He was nearing the Knights fighting at rapid speeds, as if flying. All, however, had ignited lightsabers. If they moved just an inch in the wrong way, he could be decpitated, or lose half his body. It was a prospect that did not fill him with confidence.

As he fell, the body of a smaller, female Knight, cracked under him. Between the lightsaber clashes that audible double crack resonated like it were in a silent room. The woman screamed in pain, but became quiet when her head hit the floor. Her lightsaber hilt fell from her hands and Voroll rolled off her, holding his chest in pain. The fall had winded him, at the very least. He just hoped the crack wasn't his owm body breaking as well.

@[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member=Veino Garn] @[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Hayato"]

 

[Listeri Dalane]

Why does the universe hate me? Listeri thought, as his hand darted for one of his Stun Grenades. He yanked it off with a quick jerk, and flung it at the Imperial Knights. A bright and blinding flash ensued, as Listeri covered his eyes. He pulled off his rifle, and began firing at the Imperial Knights, landing a hit on the leg of one who was stumbling around. He put himself behind a vendor's booth, trying to find some sort of cover. Gazing out through the scope. he tried to figure out who was where and where to shoot, now that it was just a blur of screaming patron and civilians.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino dove forward, hitting the ground with a roll, and shielded his eyes from the blast, activating his lightsaber as he landed on his feet. Its yellow blade crackled, giving him a sense of comfort. Where had that one fellow gone? He gave a quick shrug and sprinted towards the edge of the melee, angling towards @[member="Voroll"]. He'd probably be injured from that fall, and he certainly wasn't ready to face that many full Knights alone. That and his skills at blocking his empathy might have difficulty responding to the emotions. Veino paused to ensure his walls were secure before rejoining the fray, slipping in among the blades to stand next to Voroll. "Just like training, right?"

@[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Astrian Callus"]