The streets can be dangerous

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara walked alon g the road, eyes out for trouble, and for anyone to pickpocket. She kept a firm grip on her pistol, eyeing the crowd. A fight seems to have broken out, and a small crowd of observers had gathered. Easy pickings. She silently walked amongst the crowd, grabbing from people's bags and pockets as she went, so far no one had noticed.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel Ren never ventured outside of First Order Space, but Nar Shaddaa was a place full of scum and villainy. He was still recovering from his defeat on Kaeshana, and the damage done to his life support suit. He killed his first Jedi, and after what seems like years became a Knight of Ren. He was still getting used to it all his life support suit was recently repaired weeks ago, and so decided to venture to such a planet with a saber he had borrowed since his old one was stolen during the Battle of Kaeshana fought between the First Order and Galactic Alliance. He walked painfully the suit still felt as if it was dragging him down, and so cursed it at times.

He was located in the bar getting information that he required, before heading out. He saw a fight as he strolled out, and was tempted to kill the men, but saw their deaths as wasted time. So he decided to continue on his way quickly, before he sensed a signature in the force. He said to himself. "Hmmm I sense someone, not highly unusual but considered how this planet is so alive, and yet so dead with the force it wouldn't surprise me. It's very strong indeed but should i go after it. No i must head back i got what i came for." He said his vocabulater masking his raspy voice in a metalic baritone that sounded cold. He looked around and swore he saw a girl, before slowly making his way out. The cloak of his suit flowing behind him as he moved.

[member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Crix Halcorr]

Brown eyes watched behind a cream hood as the two men brawled with each other, the sounds of fist meeting flesh drowned out by the screams of the crowd. It had escalated from an ordinary bar fight to this and the only reason he even bothered sticking around was because one was really going to be hurting after and he was a doctor, well, a self named "doctor" at that. The crowd cheered and whooped as the bigger man kneed the other in the groin then proceeded to beat the man's face in.

That was when Crix sensed a strong presence right before he felt small practiced hands in his pocket. He grasped the wrist of the owner tightly, but gently enough to show he truly meant no harm, and turned on his heels. But, before he got to dwell on why this pickpocket was Force sensitive of all things, another Force signature popped up. He quickly searched the crowds for the source of the sinister presence, locked gazes with said source, and fled, girl's risk still in hand.

Now, why was he possibly risking his life, again, for a girl he knew zilch about? He had abandoned the Jedi way but that didn't mean he wasn't fond of Sith or the famed Knights of Ren.

[member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus walked walked along the street, searching fore anything of intrest, as he saw a fight in frond of him "wel this should be intrestring" he said as he moved to the crowed.
The he noticed [member="Mara Illyrett"] pickpocketing from the crowed, he saw a datachip fall out of the poket of one of the bystanders she had robed, and he quickly pocketed it, thinking it micht come in hany later.
He walked up to the mara and said in a wisper soft anof Thad nowan els would hear "looking fore anyting in paricular?"

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

He always found himself here, wondering what he should have done in his past instead of just drinking away the pain and torment that came with being a force sensitive. Xiarr was long over it now, but he still didn't understand why he just sat in a bar and drank away. He was sitting on a crate meditating, a dangerous move on Nar Shaddaa, but doing so anywhere else would give away his true identity and his purpose, he didn't want any pickpocket finding his lightsaber.

Xiarr's meditation was interrupted by shouting, he opened his eyes and looked to his left, he saw a crowd gathered in a circle. A fight, of course, it was Nar Shaddaa after all. He sensed the presence of three people, one was of the light, another he couldn't tell which alignment it resided with, and one of the dark. Xiarr jumped down from the crate and began to approach the crowd from behind, cloaking his signature if the worst were to break out. Xiarr noticed a pickpocket doing her trade, he made sure to hold on to his lightsaber.

[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

"Looking to anything in particular?" The voice caught her by surprise, forcing had hand to start. It momentarily brushed against the person she was pickpocketing's leg. The boy, as it seemed, almost imeadiatly grabbed her wrist and sprinted away, dragging her with him. Mara struggled to be free, but the boy's grip was too strong.

"LET GO OF ME!" Mara screamed as she was dragged along,

 

[Mara Illyrett]

[member="Marcus Lund"][member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Crix Halcorr"][member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

As Marcus saw [member="Mara Illyrett"] getting pulled away, he chased after them, clenching his mechanical fist, and activated the shock emitter whit in the arm making it crakel whit the electrical energy it contained "the lady told you to let her go"he said wel punching the man in his back whit his mechanical fist, the man let go of Mara as his body convulsed from the electrical shock, and fel unconscious to the ground.
He looked at the unconscious body in frond of him, shaking his head wel saying "Idiot, no use in draging of a Pickpocket, no wan is gona care about sutch a minor offence"
He turnde to Mara "Are you oke?"

[member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Crix Halcorr"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He stopped for a moment locking his photoreceptors out into the crowd. He sensed more force signatures, and found the source of the extremly powerful one. He looked out more, and saw a girl being dragged by a man, and followed quickly pushing past his way into the crowd, others moved for him alarmed by the sight of a Vader like mechanical monstrosity and so only watched as he followed the two. With his enhanced ear drums he could her the girl shout "LET ME GO" As she was dragged which made him all the more curious. He made sure that he was past any crowds before approaching the two.

He walked slowly his mechanical legs around his boots clanked against the duracrete floor, as he walked. He pulled his saber out just in case as he sensed the force signatures, especially one that seemed familar but couldn't quite make it out. He said walking closer his commanding baritone sounding cold. "What do we have here. Someone trying to drag what looks to be a pickpocket away? You must be the signature i sensed child, you are strong in the force indeed." He said extending his gloved index finger out at the girl.

[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

When Marcus Lund knocked the man who was dragging her away, she fell to e ground lightly, but quickly stood.

'Are you ok?'

"Y-yeah I'm fine. Thank you."
All of her instincts screamed at her to kill the man who was on the ground, but she desperately tried not to, as she had yet to kill anyone.

"What do we have here. Someone trying to drag what looks to be a pickpocket away? You must be the signature i sensed child, you are strong in the force indead.' Mara tensed at the cold, metallic voice.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Mara quickly began gathering her bag's contents, which had spilled out.
[member="Kyrel Ren"][member="Marcus Lund"][member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus nodend, again clenching and unclenching his mechanical fist, closely inspecting it, so make not even the smales part was damaged, as it smeed to be in perfect condition he looked at [member="Mara Illyrett"] "Your welcome, coudn't just let thad idiot drag you of to the local hutt" he said wel softly nudging the the unconscious body whit his boot, as to illustrate who he ment.

Marcus looked over [member="Kyrel Ren"] as he spoke to them, intrigued by the sith metallic voice and life support suit "Maybe your suit is not properly maintained, or tighten to much Thad could be wat you are feeling"he said wel throwing a other look at the suit.

He looked at both of them agien "Thoug it could be forece related, i wouldn't be abel to scene Thad" he said wel shrugging his shoulders.

"or maybe your just mistaken, sindes she doesn't seem to know wat your talking about."He said wel trying to help Mara gater her belongings.

[member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Crix Halcorr]

Halcorr's head snapped back around. He remembered that man; the same who destroyed his speeder.

"The lady told you to let her go."

The boy ducked from the blow to his arm, narrowly missing the man's eletric fist. Eyes widening and releasing the girl's wrist, he side glanced her with an apologetic gaze. Kark, they both must've thought he'd been out to kidnap the young girl. "I think there's been a misunderstanding here," he blurted out, his hurried words blending together. His hands itched to go to his saber but, instead he balled them, falling into a defensive stance. "I'm only trying t-"

Crix never got the chance to finish his sentence because the fist came flying towards his jaw again, this time scoring a hit. He convulsed from the shcok of it, eletricity tearing through his muscles, and fell.

The last thing he heard was another's unnatrually metallic voice and a saber humming that wasnt his own. Kark, he'd been out of practice too long.

"What do we have here.."

​[member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Xiarr kept his distance from the crowd, now focusing on the pickpocket and her apparent newfound friend. Someone had grabbed the pickpockets hand with little force, and then some brainless brute came over and knocked him out for simply trying to keep his belongings safe? Xiarr had to keep telling himself that this was Nar Shaddaa, the dirtiest crime infested rock in the galaxy. But it seemed that things were a lot more off, as a dark figure moved into view. It was the same sinister presence he had fought on Endor, he noticed that his signature was stronger than last time, it seemed as though he had climbed the ranks, which was another reason to prevent another pointless duel.

[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He looked at the three that were before him, his saber was unlit but it was inches away from the activation button. He looked at the man who seemed to be almost mocking him, he had come here for the girl as she intrigued him. He finally activated the saber with a snap-hiss. The crimson blade coming to life, and it rested gently downwards the hum of his blade filling the air. He said his vocabulater masking his displeasure at the man. "I'm afraid not as you know nothing of the force." He than looked to the girl as he slowly started to approach, with each step the armor caused him pain, but fueled the dark side in turn. He said to her. "Calm yourself I do not wish you any harm. You know exactly what i'm talking about, you can sense it can you?" He approached closer the crimson blade igniting the darkness with it's fiery glow.

[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara simp,y looked at the mask of the man in front of her.
"I guess I feel something. It feels dark coming from you, and... warm coming from him." She said, pointing at the unconscious Jedi.
[member="Kyrel Ren"][member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Crix Halcorr"][member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus again prodded [member="Crix Halcorr"] "maybe i should have used a lower intancety shock" He looked at [member="Kyrel Ren"] "in Thad you are correct, my knowledge on knowledgethad subject is somewhat laking"
He looked at the 2 following there conversation whit inters, yet stil clenching his mechanical fist and resting his other hand on his blaster, just in case the sith wouldn't keep his word.

[member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

There was always a bigger fish in the pond, and baby Miss Blonde was the biggest one here on Nar Shaddaa. Now normally she wouldn't intervene in something as small as a little scuffle between pickpockets and overly compensating macho D-bags with a sense of honor. That was just how Nar Shaddaa worked, and Miss Blonde was content to let murder and death happen as the Galaxy saw fit to dole out. But this situation was a little bit different in one way. A First Order VIP decided to show up on her turf, one of the Ren's themselves in the flesh. The many eyes and ears of Nar Shaddaa had confirmed him and now it was time to act. You didn't just show up at on your enemies doorstep and start causing problems without being ready to die. So when the call was made, Miss Blonde sat behind her desk and was ready to dish out her commands.

"Send Red and Blue to kill or retrieve Ren. Have the War Dogs kill the rest. We can't be sure who is First Order and whose not." It was time, the call was made.

Quickly mobilizing the droid soldiers of Miss Blonde began to shift and ready themselves for battle. With weapons ranging from Slugthrowers to blasters, the droids loaded into a few troop transports from the palace and began to lift upwards to head to the objective. However leading the charge was no other than Blonde's personal force user hunting droids Red & Blue who were quite adept at killing force users much like the Ren who had stepped foot in a place he shouldn't of been. They would be the first to arrive on the scene, and strapped to blue was a Ysalamir pack that kept them from being hurt from the force. If ever the Ren had a reason to activate his blade, now was the time.

They approached slowly down the street, their odd Atrisian style glowing in the night as people quickly moved out of their way. The people knew what Red and Blue were, and anytime they came out to hunt, people died. When the droids stepped forward they stopped far enough so the Ren was just outside of the force null bubble's reach.

"Well well well. What do we have here, Blue?" Red asked his vocalizers powerful and deep.

"It seems to be a party, Red. They won't mind if we cut in do they, Red?" Blue let out a soft chuckle as the droid drew his blade.

"Of course not, Blue. Now which one of you is Ren?" He asked the party in front of him.

"There you are, the Darth Vader knockoff. Are you ready to die, Ren?" Red asked the man.

"I would hope not, Red. It's so much more fun when they cling to life." Blue then flipped their sword around and assumed a formal fighting stance.

"Die alone, Ren." And then it happened.

The twin droids rushed the Knight of Ren with very lethal intent.


[member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Crix Halcorr"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara knew precisely who sent these droids. Miss blonde. Who else could on Nar shaada? And when one went down. She tended to leave bodies in her wake. And, quite frankly, Mara wanted to stay alive. Not bothering to tell her savior, she got out her pistol and sprinted away as fast as possible, letting what went down, to down, if the others were smart they would do the same. Little would probably, but the crowd quickly began to disperse. [member="Miss Blonde"][member="Marcus Lund"][member="Kyrel Ren"][member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

There was always a bigger fish in the pond

LOCATION: FRIDA'S SPACEPORT CANTINA, NAR SHADDAA​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

BOUNTY IN PROGRESS: HERE​

CURRENT MOOD: INTRIGUED​

There was a reason Ghorua had never worked with, nor liked to associate with, the gangster empress that was [member="Miss Blonde"].

In all fairness, she intimidated him. The Syndicate were known to be ruthless, petty, and not afraid to post obscene bounties on any that gave them a bad look. Ghorua had been more than tempted a few times to take one of these obscene bounties, but had stopped himself. Besides the mild moral compass that plagued him, the fear that failure would lead to a fate worse than death kept him back.

Yet, today he felt slightly more invincible than usual.

Frida's used to be the main hang of the Red Ravens on Nar Shaddaa, that much he knew from his old mentor. Since the criminal gang went under, Frida's had waned in popularity slightly, but the patrons were still bustling, slow jizz still played from inside, and drunken laughs still permeated the low-lit interior.

While most were either tired workers or lightly-armed thugs, one section of the cantina was occupied by heavy durasteel plates and dangerous-looking helmets. This was where the bounty hunters played.

A disgruntled Gamorrean squealed something foul at a waiter, and guzzled something equally as foul from a cup. A Weequay with a sneer slapped another drunken hunter, laughing as the man fell from his seat. A Trandoshan raised her blaster carbine over her head, protecting it from a swarm of Jawas. Then one gasped slightly.

"Hey, lookit this!" The Weequay nudged his drunk friend, holding out a datapad. "Ten million credits for some First Order officer!"

The corner of the bar went silent, as the entire mob checked their communication devices. Amazed stares went around, daring for someone to speak up.

The Trandoshan growled. "No thanks, gentlemen. That bounty's for one-o-'em Knights of Ren. And it's from Blonde." She hissed dangerously. "I'd rather keep my head, thank you."

"Well, Reezus and I ain't intimidated." The drunken human punched the Weequay in the shoulder happily. "We got this one in the bag. I'll risk death for a king's ransom." The two hunters grasped hands, preparing to stand.

A low growl met the ears of those in the area, a deep, dangerous rumble. The entire bar quieted immediately. Most knew what the sound meant, and those that didn't knew it meant bad news.

From the crowd rose an immeasurably tall figure, plated in glaring white duraplast armor. A helmet hid his face, but one could guess he was snarling. Most knew what this meant; a bounty had awoken a monster.

"This one's mine." Ghorua's voice was impossibly deep, robotic, angry.

Heavy steps exited Frida's, and the awestruck patrons were left to wonder what sorry individual was about to be dismantled by the Shark.

- [member="Mara Illyrett"] - [member="Marcus Lund"] - [member="Kyrel Ren"] - [member="Xiarr Sair"] -

 

[Darth Abyss]

"My lord, we got word that a first order VIP, presumably a knight of ren, is present on Nar Shaddaa. [member="Miss Blonde"] already placed a bounty on his head. Should we react?"

Abyss looked up from his comm, suddenly filled with focus and determination. For a few hours he had aimlessly wandered through the streets of the smuggler moon, hidden by the shadows, and simply took in what was around him. But a knight of ren was a target he wouldn't leave to some bounty hunter or mercenary. They were fools that followed a ideology loosely based on the teachings of the sith, but they diluted them to fit with their dedication to the Supreme leader. What a disgrace, a true follower of the darkness knew no leader but himself, and now one of them had made the mistake to set foot on the world that he called his home, even before Malachor. That he could deliver the bounty to Blonde afterwards was just a bonus in this case.

"Send me the coordinates. Activate the Children, I want all our slums on lock down. And send word to Blonde, so she knows that I will solve this matter personally."

A sound blurted out the comm device on his left, showing him a set of coordinates where he would find the heretic. Shrouded in darkness he began to move, his presence hidden both physically and within the force.

From far he could see the figures of the two droids, moving in on a group that stood in their way. He had heard about the killer droids, and so he knew that this would be good. Best case they would slaughter the ren, worst case they would distract him and allow Abyss to strike from the shadows. As the droids moved in, Abyss himself fell into a light jog, so he would be ready and in position once the action would start.

[member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Crix Halcorr"]