Aeron Zambrano
The First
Ryl0th
Mid-Day
The Fungus Pit.
It was a...less than charming name, but Asaak had her start in the less than charming Underworld of the city of Coruscant. Something named after fungus wasn't going to deter her. She was thirsty, tired, and more than ready to return to the Silver Jedi after her mission to Ryloth. Even in the middle of her Knighthood trials she was assigned missions. She didn't truly mind, and this one had been interesting - investigating rumors of slavery, as always seemed to be the case with Twileks.
Just one drink before she got herself home to report to the Council...
A cantina was, in all honesty, a strange place to see a Jedi but some habits died hard and Asaak didn't truly appear as one either. She wasn't wearing the robes of her Order for obvious reasons and appeared for all intents and purposes as perhaps a merchant trying to make her way on the planet. But regardless - maybe it was the way she carried herself or simply that the regulars didn't know her face - they watched. Alright, a quick drink then. She ordered something light, starting to feel that being anything less than on her toes was a stupid idea. She was no more than ten minutes in her cup before she finished and passed credits over the bar, hopping off her stool and heading back outside in to the close alleyways of Ryloth. The nagging feeling of being watched hadn't left her the entire time she'd been in the Pit and it wasn't leaving her now.
She took a left, choosing an alley with a little more foot traffic, hoping it might discourage whoever it was that might be watching. Her instincts were rarely wrong and --
She stopped as a huge, lumbering beast of a Twi'lek male slithered between two others going about their business - both of whom looked up to tell off the rude stranger who'd pushed between them only to go wide-eyed and slack-jawed, scrambling away without a word. Asaak glanced over her shoulder to see at least five or six more burly looking Twi'leks gathering behind her, and to top it off a few above on the terraces lining the buildings.
The one she'd seen first, blue-skinned and almost freakishly muscular, spoke. "Couldn't help but notice you walking around all day," he said in a way that suggested it wasn't because Asaak was good-looking.
"Just visiting a few friends here, about to be on my way," she said. She was a Consular and therefore used to using her words to get herself or others out of trouble, but this excuse was even more believable due to the fact that she did have a few friends within CIS' Templars who would be at the Sanctum.
"Not what it seems like to me. Seems like you're snooping," he said, menacing a few steps closer. It was then Asaak started calculating her chances against so many. Good if none of them had blasters which was highly unlikely. She was a little scrapper of a fighter in hand-to-hand and she'd started perfecting using the Force to defend herself. But...her saber skills were close to poodoo and deflecting the bolts from so many? Kriff...
"I got lost a couple times. Everything looks the same - sometimes I got turned around and had to retrace my steps," she offered, her voice still even, calling on the Force for calm and connection.
"Why don't you just come with us, real quiet..." the Twi'lek advised, starting to close the distance.
"I really do think I'll just be on my way," she offered in reply, pushing back a fold of her robe to reveal the hilt of her lightsaber in warning. She didn't want to kill if she didn't absolutely have to, and most trouble was avoided with a flash of her weapon. But, as she expected - it didn't deter this particular group.
"Ah, Jedi? This will be even more fun than I thought," he laughed before raising his hand, every Twi'lek who wasn't part of the group watching her seeming to know right at that instant this wasn't something to hang around for, beating it quickly out of the alley.
In the ten seconds between his comment and his men preparing themselves Asaak had been gathering all the Force energy she could muster, releasing it just as most of them moved to pull their blasters from their hiding places. A repulse of energy bounded from her, knocking the majority of them flat on their backs and giving her a moment to think. Just a moment. The leader was back on his feet almost instantly, dazed but intent, a knife glinting in his meaty hand as he came at her. Thinking fast she lifted one hand and used an ability taught to her by her Master, altering the air around the Twi'lek's head to put pressure on the small cavities around the parts of his brain stored in his lekku. It wouldn't hurt him but it would be incredibly painful -- aaannd there, he fell to his knees, clutching at his head.
She turned as the group behind her was on their feet and running again, lifting a crate of melons from a merchant's stall down the alley and hurling the entire thing - crate and fruit together - towards the group, fruit splitting open and spraying everywhere as the crate exploded on their heads.
The real trouble came when the Twi'leks above started blasting at her. She yanked her saber from her robes, its green blade humming to life as she started sprinting down the alley, hoping to get back to her ship before anyone got caught in the crossfire - or a blaster bolt went straight through her head - dodging some bolts and deflecting others though the last few had been dangerously close to hitting her. One went whizzing right past one of her montrals, and she could hear the shouts of the fruit-covered, bruised group once more chasing behind her.
How did she always get herself in to these things?
[member="Djonas Vile"]
Mid-Day
The Fungus Pit.
It was a...less than charming name, but Asaak had her start in the less than charming Underworld of the city of Coruscant. Something named after fungus wasn't going to deter her. She was thirsty, tired, and more than ready to return to the Silver Jedi after her mission to Ryloth. Even in the middle of her Knighthood trials she was assigned missions. She didn't truly mind, and this one had been interesting - investigating rumors of slavery, as always seemed to be the case with Twileks.
Just one drink before she got herself home to report to the Council...
A cantina was, in all honesty, a strange place to see a Jedi but some habits died hard and Asaak didn't truly appear as one either. She wasn't wearing the robes of her Order for obvious reasons and appeared for all intents and purposes as perhaps a merchant trying to make her way on the planet. But regardless - maybe it was the way she carried herself or simply that the regulars didn't know her face - they watched. Alright, a quick drink then. She ordered something light, starting to feel that being anything less than on her toes was a stupid idea. She was no more than ten minutes in her cup before she finished and passed credits over the bar, hopping off her stool and heading back outside in to the close alleyways of Ryloth. The nagging feeling of being watched hadn't left her the entire time she'd been in the Pit and it wasn't leaving her now.
She took a left, choosing an alley with a little more foot traffic, hoping it might discourage whoever it was that might be watching. Her instincts were rarely wrong and --
She stopped as a huge, lumbering beast of a Twi'lek male slithered between two others going about their business - both of whom looked up to tell off the rude stranger who'd pushed between them only to go wide-eyed and slack-jawed, scrambling away without a word. Asaak glanced over her shoulder to see at least five or six more burly looking Twi'leks gathering behind her, and to top it off a few above on the terraces lining the buildings.
The one she'd seen first, blue-skinned and almost freakishly muscular, spoke. "Couldn't help but notice you walking around all day," he said in a way that suggested it wasn't because Asaak was good-looking.
"Just visiting a few friends here, about to be on my way," she said. She was a Consular and therefore used to using her words to get herself or others out of trouble, but this excuse was even more believable due to the fact that she did have a few friends within CIS' Templars who would be at the Sanctum.
"Not what it seems like to me. Seems like you're snooping," he said, menacing a few steps closer. It was then Asaak started calculating her chances against so many. Good if none of them had blasters which was highly unlikely. She was a little scrapper of a fighter in hand-to-hand and she'd started perfecting using the Force to defend herself. But...her saber skills were close to poodoo and deflecting the bolts from so many? Kriff...
"I got lost a couple times. Everything looks the same - sometimes I got turned around and had to retrace my steps," she offered, her voice still even, calling on the Force for calm and connection.
"Why don't you just come with us, real quiet..." the Twi'lek advised, starting to close the distance.
"I really do think I'll just be on my way," she offered in reply, pushing back a fold of her robe to reveal the hilt of her lightsaber in warning. She didn't want to kill if she didn't absolutely have to, and most trouble was avoided with a flash of her weapon. But, as she expected - it didn't deter this particular group.
"Ah, Jedi? This will be even more fun than I thought," he laughed before raising his hand, every Twi'lek who wasn't part of the group watching her seeming to know right at that instant this wasn't something to hang around for, beating it quickly out of the alley.
In the ten seconds between his comment and his men preparing themselves Asaak had been gathering all the Force energy she could muster, releasing it just as most of them moved to pull their blasters from their hiding places. A repulse of energy bounded from her, knocking the majority of them flat on their backs and giving her a moment to think. Just a moment. The leader was back on his feet almost instantly, dazed but intent, a knife glinting in his meaty hand as he came at her. Thinking fast she lifted one hand and used an ability taught to her by her Master, altering the air around the Twi'lek's head to put pressure on the small cavities around the parts of his brain stored in his lekku. It wouldn't hurt him but it would be incredibly painful -- aaannd there, he fell to his knees, clutching at his head.
She turned as the group behind her was on their feet and running again, lifting a crate of melons from a merchant's stall down the alley and hurling the entire thing - crate and fruit together - towards the group, fruit splitting open and spraying everywhere as the crate exploded on their heads.
The real trouble came when the Twi'leks above started blasting at her. She yanked her saber from her robes, its green blade humming to life as she started sprinting down the alley, hoping to get back to her ship before anyone got caught in the crossfire - or a blaster bolt went straight through her head - dodging some bolts and deflecting others though the last few had been dangerously close to hitting her. One went whizzing right past one of her montrals, and she could hear the shouts of the fruit-covered, bruised group once more chasing behind her.
How did she always get herself in to these things?
[member="Djonas Vile"]