Private The Zealots

[Cadere]

Somewhere in the Unknown Regions

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Reeling from a recent attack, the events of the skirmish replayed over and over again in Cas Tynen's mind. Masked figures, clad in dark clothing and cloaked in hoods - their weaponry was unlike anything he'd ever seen: weapons made from some kind of nanotechnology allowing these attackers to construct any kind of weapon. However, what concerned the Jedi Knight the most was the fact that he couldn't sense them through the Force, their intentions, their feelings, their surprise attacks. Nothing. Nor could he harm them with any Force-based attacks... it was as if their connection with the Force was dead. While on a mission, Cas fought off a gang of these mysterious attackers but with great difficulty, almost falling to them in the midst of one surprise attack that could have proven fatal had the Kiffar not taken the brunt of the attack with his shoulder.

In time, Cas fought them off, driving them away... or at least he thought so. They just suddenly stopped fighting and left abruptly, but not without Cas leaving them with a parting gift: a tiny tracking device, barely noticeable to the naked eye. Immediately and giving his shoulder no time to heal, the Jedi began tracking these mysterious attackers for the next few days eager to find out why they attacked him and to make sure they never do it to anyone else.

The Jedi's search would lead him deep into the Unknown Regions, to a metropolitan moon that these attackers had been staying at for the past few days. He'd never heard of this moon before, but with it being located in the Unknown Regions, Cas knew to keep his wits about him. Garbed in his cloak, Cas wandered the streets of this city like a shadow, overlooked and unidentifiable. The pain of his shoulder was a dulled, throbbing pain. Making the Jedi Knight consider whether to visit a doctor during his time here, or to just dope himself up on Stimpacks until he returned to Silver Space.

Cas' determination would outweigh his physical needs, burning hot with the intensity of Tatooine's twin suns and he continued to through the city, to the tracker's location. Rounding into an alley way, Cas' guard was up and he was prepared for any surprise attack - the signal of the tracker was located right in the middle of the alley. Taking slow and careful steps, the Jedi found the minute tracker on the ground but still activated. They wanted him to find it, but why? Kneeling down, Cas reached to pick up the tracker and examined its contents. Cas' ears perked at the faint sound of a glass bottle roll across the ground in the distance, his head glanced up and subconsciously, the Jedi's lightsaber was ignited and he found himself blocking an attack from a nanoconstructed sword. "Oh, you wouldn't happen to know where to find this gang I'm looking for would you?" he quipped, disengaging the blade lock and following it up with a sweep of the leg. Rolling forward, Cas hangsprung forward on his best arm and flipped over the downed attacker.

To make matters even better, the whole group emerged from their stealth spots with all of their weapons in-hand and began to close in. "You found them! Thank you, you've been a big help!" the Jedi quipped once more, directing it at the attacker he'd knocked over who was in the midst of getting back up to his feet. Cas' shoulder pain began to flare up, not the best time, because right now? He'd been in for one of his toughest fights.

Cyndane

 

[Cyndane]

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Arisia caught the haymaker flung at her with her right arm. Immediately, she retaliated. The Sith rammed her elbow in the throat of the Rodian on her right and threw her head back, breaking the nose of the man behind her. Well, she assumed her headbutt broke it. She couldn't hear it crack over the wreck-punk music playing in the nightclub, but her guesses usually weren't that far off.

The Duros on her right wouldn't escape from her violence either. She drew in the Force and dislocated his knee with her black leather boot. The four men had boxed her in, believing that they together could subdue the Sith who came for them. Oh how wrong they were.

The Imperial officer in front of her, the man who threw a haymaker at her, stumbled back. He reached into his fur-lined jacket, trying to find the grip of his blaster pistol. That's why she wore her weapons openly… Arisia thought. It just took too kriffing long to take them out.

Arisia growled, her eyes lighting up in a sickly yellow as she raised her arm and clenched her fist. "Come on… Is that all you got?" She spat out, more so at the other three men who needed a moment to recover from their respective injuries. "And here I expected somewhat of a fight…" The strain shimmered through in her voice as she spun and made a throwing motion with her arm. The deserter who's throat she held in a mental grip flew through the air until he slammed into one of the sound-proof walls. Did that kill him? Probably. Did she care? Probably not.

Her reckless display of power did, however, trigger a response from the other gangsters who served under the former Imperial. Several blasters were drawn, vibroknives were unsheathed, and all eyes were on her. She certainly had a fight now, but not of the scale she wanted.

"Right." Unlike the former officer, Arisia did not have to search for her weapon. The stolen blade was at her side, like always.

"What are you waiting for!? Get her!" One of the larger thugs, an Ithorian, came through. Reason enough for her to ignite the blood red blade and slowly back away.

Unsurprisingly, the thugs opened fire. Arisia's blade had to be everywhere, red ricocheting off red as she directed the bolts back into the thugs and the panicking crowd behind them. Arisia backpedalled. She couldn't keep this up for long, but luckily she didn't have to. She manoeuvred toward a small backdoor, one she hoped would lead her outside.

The Sith brought her blade up high, kicking the door behind her open. It resisted for a moment, slamming into what she suspected to be a vagrant. When she jumped through the exit herself, however, Arisia realised that she hadn't hit a vagrant…

Arisia turned her back to the closing door, staring directly at the crowd of masked individuals ganging up on some Kiffar with a lightsaber. One of the masked men was lying on the ground, knocked out cold by the door that had struck him.

"Kriff…"

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[Cadere]

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"Before you all try to kill me, can I just say: invest in better outfits. That matching boy band look is outdated as--" Cas' would-be state of the art quip was cut off when the loud banging of a backdoor slamming open, and subsequently, knocked out one of the masked figures. Wow, big and scary bad guys with nanotechnology and an invisible presence in the Force, and all it took was being caught off guard by a door swinging open to take one out.

The heads of the masked group quickly turned to the woman who came out from the door. Her dark presence hit him like a brick wall, despite its... "affiliation" it was nice to feel something in his immediate presence again. However, this woman's presence within the Force coupled with the crimson lightsaber? It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was. "Look crazy hot Sith lady, if you want to kill me too you gotta wait your turn, I'm in the middle of something right now." gesturing toward the masked figures with a wave of his arm. Ignoring Cas, one of the masked figures, whom he assumed must've been the ring leader called out to their allies "Diverge our attention to the other Heretic! They both die, right now." her voice was feminine, but it was cold with a ruthlessness that could command an entire room. Or in this case, an alley. The fact that they both called Cas and the Sith a heretic, intrigued him - why?

The masked figures split off, four onto Cas and four to the Sith woman, chanting "The Void will guide us." . Performing a swift backflip to avoid a combined attack from two of the masked figures, one with a nanotech staff and the other with a sword "And who's this Void? That your chaperone? Oh! Do they supply you with your funky 'fits? Or is it the funky tech you got going on here?" Throwing his weapon arm over his shoulder, Cas blocked an attack from one of the Masked figures that had circled behind him, whom he had luckily caught in the corner of his eye, while simultaneously guarding his face from an overhead strike with his Mantellian vambrace. "You dare to mock the Void?!" The strike from the hit sent a tremor through Cas' arm, forcing him to quickly back kick the masked figure behind and roll to his right, out of the way of an attack from the two other adversaries in front of him.

"Crazy hot Sith lady! These guys are literally invisible in the Force, so watch your back, watch your front... watch everywhere basically!" he called out, grunting halfway through to counter an attack from a... nanotech whip? Okay, this was getting ridiculous. "So, this heretic thing..." Cas grunted "Is it really that bad? You sure I didn't just steal your seat on a transport and you've wanted revenge ever since, but you're just diguising it as heresy?" the Kiffar continued to quip in-between attacks or evasive actions - truth be told, not being able to sense their intentions or anticipate their attacks was growing more and more difficult.

And to make matters worse, he sensed something else coming. Something bad, with aggressive intentions. But was it for him or the Sith lady? The four on one had eventually led Cas to being boxed in, needing some space and without use of offensive Force powers Cas leapt out of the centre of where he'd been boxed in only to feel something wrap around his ankle and swiftly bring him down again. Crashing into the ground, he let out a pained grunt before turning to see the whip from one of his attackers wrapped around his leg "Real nice." he groaned before grabbing the end of the whip with his cybernetic arm and yanking hard, pulling the whip wielder over and straight into Cas' lightsaber, and with perfect timing, severing their arm with a swing of his lightsaber. With the loss of their arm, not only were they out of commission but the construct around Cas' leg evaporated.

The hostile presences he sensed were getting closer.

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Her eyes blazed in a bright golden yellow and her face contorted in a scowl. "What did you call me, punk? She had considered leaving this brawl for what it was. To get the kark out of here, before the gangsters inside chased after her. But now?

A red flash was followed by a loud thump, and the masked head of the figure beside her rolled over the dirty street. They seemed to have misunderstood her for some pacifistic Jedi. They would come to regret that. Because unlike the Jedi, Arisia struck first. With brutality, bloodlust and the intent to kill. "If there's a line, I'll just cut it short so I can cripple you myself!" She barked at the Kiffar, her eyes darting between the three chanting cultists. Unlike moments before, when she took one of their pals by surprise, they had their guards up. And their weapons… What were they?

The first to attack was the figure who circled on her left. His weapon was a curved blade, but she caught it with her own saber way before it made contact.

Then, something odd happened. The curved blade slithered past hers, bending like a whip and cutting deep in her left arm. Arisia didn't even flinch. She knew it happened, but she couldn't feel it. It was a frustrating reminder from her duel against the Mandalorian on Bastion. The flamethrower had scorched her upper arm and destroyed her nerves, leaving her with no sensation at all in that area. Now, however, she felt rather lucky that her upper arm was numb.

Arisia stepped forward, further into the blade to apply some weight to her counter. She then moved her blade up, glancing over the guard of his nanite weapon as the red blade of plasma burned deep through her attacker's collar bone. She swiftly spun on the ball of her heel, parrying the rapid consecutive blows of the two other cultists with greater caution.

"Alright that's it!" She growled after the Kiffar called out again. She had gradually given ground to the cultists, but Arisia suddenly pushed forward. "I'm coming for you now, so you better stay where you kriffing are!" Her saber came down in a series of overhead slashes and rapid kicks in an effort to break their joined offensive.

Arisia caught a glimpse of the backdoor swinging open behind her two opponents. A group of thugs streamed out, blaster drawn and already aiming on the two street fights. It marked a sudden end to her duel with the cultists, who glanced over their shoulders to see what was happening. A window she would make grateful use of.

A grin washed over her features as she went low, cutting through two pairs of kneecaps to end their duel. Not that she would be given any rest. The gangsters were already aiming at her and the other figures in the back alley. "No rest for the wicked huh. Fine. Who's next?" Her stance shifted, blade held close to her side to mimic an Ataru guard. "Cause I don't have all day."

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[Cadere]

As expected, Sith lady wasn't taking to his flawless humour. Whatever, she'd either get used to it or learn to love it... although, no one ever really learned to love it. The Dark side practioner had a ruthlessness about her, with the way she cut down the masked figures so remorselessly and so efficiently showed that she was both very skilled with a lightsaber, and wasn't a stranger to cutting down her enemies. And because of their... different viewpoints relating to the Force, he'd have to watch his back with her - her presence within the Force was wild, like a loose, sparkling cable that threatened to shock anyone that came close or was unlucky enough to get caught by her.

Another group came out of the backdoor and they didn't seem friendly. "Friends of yours? They seem nice." he quipped as he extended his arm out in the direction of three of the masked figures, gripping a dumpster with the Force before jerking his arm back, and as commanded, the dumpster flew in Cas' direction and slammed into the three before continuing its trajectory toward Cas. Leaping over the speeding dumpster, Cas landed and turned back to check in on his attackers. Laid out under the dumpster, but he saw them start to crawl out from under it. Perfect. They were clearly injured as some were limping and holding each other up. Looks like they were fleeing.

"We have unwanted attention." the Ringleader said, before motioning for her comrades to follow her toward the alley's exit. Cas' nose wrinkled as his entire face scrunched in determination, every muscle in his body urged to follow but looking back at the Sith lady - although she could handle herself, he couldn't in good conscience leave her. He'd have to discover the mystery of these masked figures some other time.

"Word of advice, standing there and looking intimidating doesn't actually work." the Jedi Knight again leapt over toward the Sith lady, somersaulting before landing directly next to the Sith "Morons like these? Too dumb to be intimidated." he quipped before redirecting a blaster bolt into one of the thug's shoulders. Following that a barrage of blaster fire followed. His shoulder was really flaring up now, hopefully with two Force users against the group of thugs meant the scuffle would end quicker.

Yellow flared as Cas redirected the shots fired with inhuman speed, "Would me slowing down help? 'Cause I honestly don't think it would." the Kiffar unleashed a powerful Force push and sent two of the thugs flying backward, tumbling into the ground. Felt so good to be able to use the Force on someone again, Cas made a mental note not to take the Force for granted ever again. "I'll leave the others for you, angry hot Sith lady." he teased following the discovery that she was more of a short fuse than a few screws loose, with that he rushed over to take out the two thugs he'd separated.

Cyndane

 

[Cyndane]

The Kiffar never stopped talking. She briefly glanced in his direction, just in time to watch him dispatch of the other zealots. Of course, he didn't finish them. It made her roll her eyes, focus shifting back to the problem at hand. "Friends? No." She raised her hand, fingers curled in a claw. "Victims?" She tightened her hand into a fist, demanding the Force to follow her lead. With a loud snap, one of the thugs fell to the ground. "Yes."

The responding wave of blasterfire that came in her direction was carefully directed away from her body by her lightsaber. She kept her movement simplistic, moving her blade not an inch further than it had to. The Dark side swirled around her, the raging energy ready to maim at her disposal.

Her attention was briefly drawn away from the thugs again as the Kiffar jumped up, landing next to her with yet another line of mocking and low blows. Arisia clenched her jaw, glaring at the rapid-firing blaster pistols. "You're lucky I'm being kept occupied right now…" She mumbled, sending a blasterbolt right back at her attacker. If she were alone, this would've been a difficult situation. But luckily she wasn't.

With a final comment on her appearance, one that left the Force feeling like ice, he rushed forward. Expecting her to have his back. He was really pushing his luck after talking to her like that.

Perhaps that was why his 'luck' ran it.

Instead of engaging the other thugs and bringing pain and death, Arisia quietly backpedalled. The alley was a dead end, blocked off by a small wall that separated private property from the filthy street. It was a challenge to climb over if you were a vagrant or criminal. But for a Sith it was a routine exercise.

Arisia pushed the energy of the Force to her legs, invigorating her body like she had done many times before. It obeyed, and Arisia leapt up and over with a backwards flip. She landed on the silent other side of the wall, a quiet and isolated garden with small lanterns and trees with blue leaves. She glanced over her shoulder one final time, before she deactivated her lightsaber and walked down the gravel path. It was the best solution, really. She had wanted to kill the Kiffar anyways, but she wasn't dumb enough to ignore his presence in the Force.

The Kiffar could take her down without breaking a sweat. She couldn't stand it, but she wouldn't foolishly engage him because of it. But if he took a few blasterbolts to the back… She hoped he'd die, of course, but if he didn't and came after her? A wry grin washed over her features. She would definitely be able to wipe the floor with an injured Jedi Knight…

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

Cas bopped his head left and right, avoiding two blaster shots from two of the thugs he'd knocked over. The Force surged through his body like a current of electricity, energising him, as he jumped and rotated his body, spinning through the air as he deflected incoming blaster fire from both sides with his lightsaber like a hurricaine. Landing in between the two thugs, Cas quickly swung his lightsaber underhand and severed one of their arms before swivelling around in place and severing the other's legs before stopping in a crouch.

Assuming Sith lady had taken out her share, he called out to her "You hungry? Why don't we swing by and grab some breakfast or some--" only to stop halfway through when another blaster bolt came heading his way, instincively and allowing the Force to course through him, Cas managed to block the shot before lifting his lightsaber up beside his face giving his otherwise bronze skin an amber glow. "She ditched you, Jedi! You're all alone!" one of the thug's said smugly "Wow, really? I couldn't see that. Good thing I have you here." Cas retorted getting up to his feet, deflecting their blaster fire as he callously approached them. "Let's wrap this up guys, I have a shoulder ache and it'd really help if you just laid down and gave up." throwing his lightsaber, the weapon sailed through the air, guided by Cas and the Force, the blade cut through the thug's blasters hitting critical points and causing the firearms to release small explosions.

The thugs screamed in unison as their hands had been either blown off or suffered third degree burns. Calling his lightsaber back to him, Cas extinguished the blade and reattached it to his belt "Look man, I gave you guys an out. At least you aren't dead." he shrugged. Besides, it was against the Jedi Code to kill unnarmed opponents and death for scumbags like these? Well, let's say they deserved worse. Cas' ears perked when he heard a faint groan that didn't belong to any of the thugs. It came from one of the masked figures, the one who's arm he'd severed earlier.

Cas grimaced as his shoulder wound flared up which prompted him to quickly use a Stimpack as he made his way over to the masked figure, leaned against the wall and clutching at their arm. Kneeling down in front of them, he grinned "You look like you can use a hand." he chuckled "Alright, not my best. But you, what's your deal? Why'd you attack me." they cackled, it wasn't a condescending one, but one that found genuine humour in Cas' question "Jedi, Sith, you think you're separate but you aren't. You're all heretics, spreading your false beliefs across the galaxy, corrupting it with your... Force. It's a lie. The only force in the galaxy is the Void." they said through raspy breaths, grunting through every few words "The Void, you mentioned that earlier. Who is--"

Before even being able to conclude his question, the masked person'd body started convulsing "The Void will guide me..." before eventually coming to a stop. Confused, the Jedi's eyes darted around the area before he reached over and removed their mask which revealed an odd species he'd never seen before. They were Near-Human with blue skin and white markings, but what really caught his eye was the foam surrounding their mouth - they must have taken a suicide pill. While not being able to get all the answers he needed, this was a start and Cas may have stumbled into something bigger - this group seemed to have something against Force-sensitives and the Force itself. Sighing, the Kiffar stood up to his feet and attached this... acolyte's mask to his belt. His investigation would have to continue.

Cyndane

 

[Cyndane]

The calm and quiet garden felt so out of place in the turbulent city. To think that on the other side of the thick wall people tried to bash each other's skulls in was almost unfathomable. Arisia knew that the wealthy had flocked to the single trading port on the moon and still lived perfectly separated from the common folk. But she had expected isolated mansions and penthouses. Not large gardens and… A pool?

Arisia's brow furrowed as she passed a large pool surrounded by a pavement of clean white tiles on three sides. It was located right at the edge of the building, with a magnificent view of the city's skylanes and many lights. And all that prevented the water from streaming down the three hundred and eighty-meter high level of the city, was a barrier of glass.

But there was something far more distracting than the design of the infinity pool. Namely the people inside of it. Three women, a blue Twi'lek, a Devaronian and an Echani. All three of them in far too tight swimsuits for her liking. Four empty glasses and three bottles of Corellian wine stood on one of the tiles closest to the edge. They were giggling, their attention, just like hers, focused on the person in the middle of the pool. A Zeltron man in his late twenties, or so she thought. Well, thought… The ridiculously strong pheromones were already clouding her mind.

"Oh my." She hadn't realized that she had left the shadows. And now they were looking directly at her. "That's a surprise… No one is allowed in here without my permission." The man spoke. His tone was soft and alluring. She couldn't help but stare. "But…" A charming smile played about his lips as he looked her up and down. "I'm not complaining…" It was reason enough for Arisia to grit her teeth. The Dark side coiled around her like a snake, but she couldn't bring herself to lash out. The pheromones… "The name's Draven. Entrepreneur and owner of the garden you stand in. " He slowly made his way to the side of the pool. "You?" He asked. "Arisia… Arisia Paro." It escaped her lips before she realized it. "Arisia… That's a beautiful name." Draven continued, climbing out of the pool with the grace of a prince.

"You should join us." The Twi'lek woman behind him began. She had the typical Twi'lek accent so many seemed to enjoy. Disgusting. "Come on… Don't be shy" Another one of the girls added. Arisia didn't know who, her eyes were locked on Draven, who now stood awfully close to her. "This gloomy look… You must be Imperial." She was drowning into his eyes. "Y-y-yes" The Sith was flustered. "I've always wanted to meet someone like you." "R-really?" He gently reached for her hands. Unlike hers, his were warm. "Of course." He reassured her as he guided her closer to the pool. "You've become quite a rare sight nowadays, with the Sith on the brink of losing the great war." The great war. Finally a thought that triggered something inside of her not related to the pheromones. "We haven't lost… yet." Her tone finally regained a sliver of its harsh edge. Draven just smiled. "Not yet, no. But any entrepreneur can tell that investing in the Galactic Alliance and New Imperial Order is much better than investing in the Empire." They stood at the edge of the pool now. One of them was relaxed, confident and graceful. But the other?...

"What do you mean… What investments?" She asked, battling the pheromones with her sheer force of will. Stop being so karking depraved. It's nothing like you! "You know, starfighters, rifles, tibanna, betaplast…" Arisia clenched her fists. The effects of the pheromones were ebbing away slowly, but not fast enough. "Are you?... "An arms dealer." He said with a smug grin. "And the very best." One of the girls added. "He's made tons of credits after Bastion, enough to afford this place" Then, it dawned on her. Both her mind and body finally managed to purge the effects of the pheromones. "You were one of the N-I-O's suppliers when the capital fell?" If Sith could've killed with their eyes, her glare would've caused genocide on the moon. "Relax, Arisia. You don't have to worry about that war anymore. You're with me now" His voice was oddly comforting. Draven still seemed to be under the impression that his pheromones did their job. With good reason too, for they were stronger than any she had ever encountered before. "All you have to do is get changed and dive in. Okay?" To demonstrate, he let himself fall back, straight into the pool. Water splashed against the Sith, who's presence in the Force could've frozen it in an instant. "Yes. Take a dive." She was unusually, almost uncharacteristically calm. She simply raised her hand, and summoned the Force.

The glass barrier broke in the same instant.

The pull of the water streaming out of the pool was too strong to resist. Her cold gaze was fixed on the four individuals as fear took them, terror washing over their features and high-pitched screams escaping their mouths as they, one by one, were dragged to their deaths deep down below. The screams slowly faded away. All that remained, was her. And her deep resentment for any who supported her enemies.

"Dive. And dive deep."


Cadere

 

[Cadere]

What a kriffin' mess. Got several dead cultists, several injured, and Cas had no way to contact the local law enforcement nor medical facilities. His body rotated, scanning the area for a moment before noticing something peculiar "What is...?" it was a wall that looked like it led into some private property. Okay? Why there'd be a cantina that harbored thugs next to a private residence escaped him, but then again beggars can't be choosers. He shrugged to himself and looked over to the groaning injured "On the bright side, your wounds are cauterized so you won't bleed out. Shock though, that's a whole other story." the Kiffar began walking over to the wall, taking a few steps before stopping "Don't die before I can find help, it'll look bad on my record."

Finally approaching the wall, the Jedi looked it up and down before he channelled the Force through him. It granted him an extra boost when he jumped and B-twisted over the wall into some kind of garden. His head was down in order to examine the grass, and so he didn't notice the Sith straight away "This doesn't match the city's aesthetic at all." Cas said to himself. Lifting his head up, he saw her, angry Sith lady from before. The first question that popped into his head was what she was doing in this garden.

Then his eyes trailed further, answering his question instanteneously. The infinity pool, broken glass, no one to be found... oh, and that bloodlusted look on her face "Oh, so you just straight up murder random people? Real nice. I wouldn't put it passed a Sith." rolling his eyes, he sighed and brushed passed her while mumbling to himself "What is wrong with people? Is everyone just out to make my life a living hell? Why is it always the hot ones that are murdering nutjobs?" Cas stopped and then turned around. Hooking his fingers to his chin, he entered his thoughts, he'd have to get help for those guys later but for now he wondered if the Sith had any answers to his questions.

Glancing back up at her, Cas raised an eyebrow "So, Angry Hot Sith Lady..." he still didn't know her name and doubt she'd disclose it anytime soon "You know those guys back there? Not the idiots with the blasters. The masked dudes, they seemed to have a beef with both Jedi and Sith." the Kiffar shrugged before smirking at her "Them getting away was kinda your fault, seeing as I had to bail you out of your prior commitment. Look, I know you Sith have no concept of debt... probably. These masked dudes, they can grow into a problem later on down the line - advanced tech, Force dead..." he paused and gritted his teeth and inhaled, every logical part of his brain was screaming at him to not do what he was about to do but he wasn't one to adhere to logic "You wanna... uh... investigate this? Just promise not to stab me in the back."

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[Cyndane]

She still stared vacantly in the distance when the Jedi arrived. The Dark Side of the Force swirled around her like a tornado, and definitely not one she had under control. But all Arisia did, was take note of his presence. Her mind lingered on something else.

Bastion.

That battle, despite being in the past, still chased her everywhere. From the Sith Overseers who had defined her by it, to something as simple as an arms dealer on a distant moon. Why did her failure manage to find her, no matter where she went? At least she had killed her target. There was no way the Overseers could ignore her requests now… Not after another flawless success.

"Oh, so you straight up murder random people?" Arisia clenched her jaw. The Jedi was alive, and felt the apparent need to drag her back to reality. The rage she had felt, however, was still pulsing through her veins. She didn't want to do anything rash, but… "Real nice." 1. They always taught children to count to 10 when they were angry. "I wouldn't put it past a Sith." 2. Not even her fingers twitched as he brushed past her. "What is wrong with people" 3. Yes, she heard him. "Is everyone just out to make my life a living hell?" 4. Why indeed? Perhaps he should've died in the alleyway to make thing easier for him. "Why is it always the hot ones that are murdering nutjobs?" 5… 6…" Arisia gritted her teeth. This 'counting' was not helping. "So, angry hot Sith Lady…" "7… 8…" If only he had been in that pool. "Them getting away was kinda your fault, seeing as I had to bail you out of your prior commitment." 9…" She almost muttered the number out loud. Her irises had yet to fade back to their normal blue shade. Instead, the sickly yellow Sith eyes were still present. "Just promise not to stab me in the back." 10. That was it. Her presence in the Force came down on the Kiffar like an avalanche. Full of rage and lacking in subtlety.

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"The front then." Arisia's crimson blade ignited in a lateral sweep, aimed to cut the Kiffar in half by the waist. She was lightning fast, drawing on the Dark side to amplify her strength and speed. If her blade was stopped by armor instead, she would let her blade glide upward until it found unprotected flesh. Any attempt to create distance between them would be met by an immediate surge of telekinetic energy, aimed straight at the Kiffar's torso.

It was a risky decision, taking on a Jedi Knight on the cliff-like edge of the platform. But the turbulent and violent nature of the Dark side had completely taken her over. It wasn't as if she didn't recognize the danger; she just could not bring herself to care.


Cadere

 

[Cadere]

As he waited for some kind of answer, he made note that her frustration seemed to grow the more he spoke. Not an uncommon reaction. But it would eventually hit a turning point when a wave of the Dark side washed over him: a deep ice cold sensation that sunk into his bones, drilling its way to your very spirit and gnawing at all the good that was within you - he hated that feeling more than anything in the galaxy. Especially after being so close to falling under its allure.

Cas half-expected this outcome, the Sith lady seemed more hotheaded than he was - and that was saying a lot. Although, he couldn't deny that she made a funny just now. The sound of the snap hiss dialled Cas' guard up to eleven, the moment his brown eyes flashed red from the lightsaber's hue - his instinctive reflexes kicked in. Allowing the Jedi to surge the Force through his body and enhance his own speed. Bringing his forearms together, his Vambraces connected and he quickly guarded his torso with his lightsaber resistant Mantellian Vambraces, bending his arms inward and exposing the silver piece of armor. Cas moved in rythm with the Sith as her lightsaber glided upward "So you do have a sense of humour! And they said the pretty ones had zero personality!" he quipped in the most condescending tone he could muster.

Not having enough time to generate a resistant shield as he tried to create some space with a small hop backward. The Sith caught him with a telekinetic push with enough power to send him off the edge of the garden and nearly knock the wind out of him. His brows furrowed and as he sailed through the air, Cas stretched out his right arm while unclipping his lightsaber with his left. With his right, the Kiffar's fingers spread out and his palm aimed directly at the Sith - he coiled the Force around her like a vice before rotating his wrist clockwise, curling his fingers and jerking his arm back. Pulling her with enough power and velocity to take her off her feet and metaphorically drag her with him.

As he saw the tranquil viridiscent garden shift into darting speeders and luminous city lights, Cas bent his knees inward and using the speed rate at which he was falling transitioned into a backflip, stopping once he entered a diving position. Igniting his lightsaber as he dove toward the air speeders, his brown eyes darted as they followed the speeding vehicles in an effort to pinpoint and calculate the best landing. Once he found the right speeder to land on, a yellow sport's air speeder just some metres away, Cas' arms fell to his sides and he began to pick up speed. Before landing on the passing speeder, the Jedi Knight bent forward into a flip and perched on the top of the airspeeder's hood in a three point pose.

Glancing upward, she watched the Sith's descent and quickly constructed a protective aura against any mental or physical Force abilities. If she landed on the same speeder as him, he'd apply pressure and attack her with an underhanded strike before following it up with a downward vertical attack.

Cyndane

 

[Cyndane]

Arisia groaned in anger and frustration. "Yes I get it, you obnoxious brat! You like women." She spat out, bringing her mounting strength down on the vambraces. She knew that, the longer he kept contact with the blade, the hotter the surface of the metal would get. She would make him regret that parry. She would make it hurt. "So can you stop being so upfront about it!?"

The Kiffar hopped backwards. She followed with a quick, natural Force push to throw him off the platform. But she hadn't exactly taken in account that he could yank her off her feet too…

Her eyes widened when she felt the sudden pull at her torso. Her weight shifted forward, enough to disrupt her balance and throw her over the edge. A part of her was in shock. That same part wanted to scream and close her eyes. But that part was not in control. The Dark Side within her was.

Her sickly yellow eyes squinted against the wind, but kept track of their target. There was no need to fear, for the Dark side was with her.

She had no doubts that the Kiffar listened to the Force. Let it guide him to find a speeder to hold on to. Her approach was different. She didn't even search for a speeder to land on. No, Arisia had a different approach. She just relied on her will.

A speeder would be there, because she said it would be. She kept her legs straight and her arms close to her body to pick up speed in an attempt to reach the Kiffar. She didn't, not in time at least, but she found the speeder she had demanded would be there. There were two other skyspeeders between her and the Kiffar, but that wouldn't be much of an issue. If the stories about Jedi were true…

She turned her blade downward, tip facing the cockpit of the skyspeeder she hang on too. Her eyes were locked on the Jedi. A smile played about her lips as she lowered the blade into the vehicle and readied to jump ship.

Cadere

 

[Cadere]

The smoke apparated from the speeder as Cas watched the Sith jump ship and the speeder begin to descend from the sky. "Oh no..." he muttered before extinguishing his lightsaber and immediately jumping into action. She was willing to endanger innocents just to get at him, it was times like this that made Cas struggle with the idea that Sith weren't necessaroly all evil. The Jedi Knight with ferocious determination, leapt across a sea of speeders with a natural athleticism and equilibrium keeping him stabilised and least likely to fall.

Getting to the final speeder before reaching the freefalling one. Cas dived off the hood of the airspeeder and plunged toward the descending speeder, arms stretched forward. Close enough, Cas gripped the trunk of the speeder - dangling off of it as he did so. Through his cybernetic fingers, Cas' dented the trunk slightly as his grip remained firm. The Kiffar pulled himself up onto the trunk and carefully climbed his way over to the canopy and ripped it open with his cybernetic arm before pulling the driver with the same arm. She was screaming. Loudly. The Kiffar threw her over his shoulder "Hold on tight! Ngh! Not that tight..." the driver screamed, probably bursting Cas' eardrum as she clenched Cas' body with a vice grip, at the moment he jumped off the crashing speeder and they began their descent.

With his Force enhanced instincts guiding his actions, the Jedi Knight landed on another speeder that was passing by. Right now, the Jedi's main focus was getting this woman to safety and while he was alert, the Sith wasn't on his list of important things right now. Carefully, quickly and efficiently Cas would descend onto each passing speeder with a certain finesse until he reached the lower level. Front flipping off the final speeder, Cas landed on solid ground and let the driver down onto her feet as he panted, feeling the adrenaline course through his veins. "There you go, ma'am. You're safe." although, he didn't get the response he expected "Get the kark away from me, you freak!" before she ran off into the crowd. Awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his neck "Sad thing is, that's probably the least mean thing anyone's said to me today." he sighed.

Cas glanced toward the skylane above, his Force senses alert and his brown eyes scanning the passing speeders looking for any sign of the Sith woman above. Whispering to himself "Alright you miserable repressed lightsaber swinging whackjob. Where are you?" and ignited his lightsaber once more.

Cyndane

 

[Cyndane]

Well…

That was disgustingly easy.

Her yellow eyes followed the Jedi as he jumped. Arisia followed suit. Leaping again and again, descending through the sea of skyspeeders until the actual surface-level of the city was within reach. She considered looking back multiple times, but what did it matter? Either the Jedi saved a life, or he didn't. Regardless of the outcome, it should keep him occupied. She thought as her black boots touched down on the filthy street. Trying to kill the Kiffar had been a reckless and dumb decision. Perhaps there was a chance that she could take him in a good fight. But was it worth the risk? Now that her rage was subsiding, she could tell what the answer was. No.

With a couple of ragged short breaths and an iron will, Arisia managed to regain control over her roiling presence. The burning yellow eyes returned to sky blue with a flicker, and with her lightsaber extinguished she was nothing more than another passerby. Naturally, that made her next move obvious. Act like it, and grab something to eat like any other person at this hour.

Arisia choice was one of the less 'grand' restaurants whose neon boards decorated the streets. The Winged Rancor, if her Huttese wasn't letting her down.

Cadere