Too Late a Hero

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian Starchaser wasn’t the best Jedi in the world. He lied frequently, doing everything he could to gain advantage. It was just like his grandfather taught him. Everyone was playing angles, so why not him? It was something his master. [member="Kana Truden"], wouldn’t have approved of, and yet his lying tongue had gotten them out of more situations than he could recall. His lying tongue got them out situations even mind tricks couldn’t. And honestly it was much more satisfying, if he was honest with himself, to spin a yarn than to use a mind trick. A lie like the one he told the guard at the holding complex. Damian had done his homework, the guard had a troubled child who got into fights at school. These little incidents seemed to be escalating and so Damian arranged for a call to his com telling him he was needed at the school at once. Biting this time.

It was at that moment that Damian walked by, wearing a recently laundered and stolen guard uniform. “Hey man,” the guard said stepping forward out of the security booth, “Can you cover for me… just for an hour…”

“No,” Damian said, “I shouldn’t….” Never make things too easy.

“Oh C’mon, just one hour. It’s my kid…..” The man rushed off thinking he was forcing Damian into the position, “Just one hour…..”

Everything was going according to plan. Damian slid into the security booth and examined the camera footage. She was there. Kana was there, and as beautiful as the day he’d met her. Of course she was wearing more and then less clothes then… but the little pleasures of life had no time to spring to mind as he prepared for the next stage of his plan.

Taking out a small tool kit he tore open the display panel and began fiddling with the circuits.setting the display to loop for the next forty minutes. It was an easy procedure, and something that wouldn’t be noticed until it was too late. There were other guard stations, and he couldn’t allow them to be alerted to his presence.

Damian was a youth of particular skills. From an early age he had loved one activity above all others, Damian loved to blow things up. He felt the small thermite charge in his pocket. Enough to get the doors of any cell in this facility open. Next to this charge was his lightsaber. He took a deep breath as he continued his walk, clad as a guard and prepared to release his master.

“I’m coming Kana,” he said as he set a timed explosive by a filled trash bin. In addition he set two more little charges on the hinges of the door leading into genpop.

A devilish smile formed on his face as he continued down the hallway. The timed charge rang in the distance creating a fire within the trash. Light a fire and while all heads are turned go for the main objective. He moved swiftly now as security personnel ran past him to lock down prisoners and fight the blaze. “I’ve got this sector locked down,” he said to the last man on patrol, “You just go!”

The man nodded and ran out the door closing it behind him and igniting a small thermite charge melting the metal frame to the metal door making an impromptu weld. There would be no interruptions….

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

If there was one thing that Peyton Steele did not like, it was terrorists. Or acts of terror. The blonde was in her quarters, coming off of a mission for the Alliance into the Republic space, trying to figure out just what was going on and who they could trust. It wasn’t much, but this bunk and private room? They were home. Cleaning herself up after a shower, checking her face, and treating some skin spots, blasters and dust did a number on her complexion, the blonde was in a black tanktop, and a pair of leggings. Her gunbelt and batons were by the door. Hair up, she was not really looking for anything to do.

But that was when the explosions occurred on the other end of the facility. Peyton still didn’t understand why they kept the Sith on the world. Why not on a heavily monitored space station? Right, that should probably change. Still… a burst transmission hit her datapad and she was checking it quickly. Work was never done.

Fires? Great. Either coolant failed or there was something else going on. She turned to the door, texting out that an operative was on her way to investigate and to keep feeding her updates. And that was when it came to the announcement of the explosions near the detention center.

And the number one bit of prisoners on this world? Sith.

“Command, make it known that someone is trying to break out the prisoners. Seal the doors as best we can.” She rolled her eyes. Sith would never learn.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu was meditating in her ship when she got the call from Central Command of the GADF. Sure, she was no longer a traditional Jedi, but she still used breathing techniques to keep her mind and body razor sharp, and her center focused. Swimming to the surface of her mind's peaceful waters, the Mirialan sprang up out of the Mirage's small meditation chamber, a place that Coren had specially designed for her.

As she shoved her feet into her boots and scrambled into her leather jacket, Chevu clicked on her comm and patched herself into Central Command.

“What do we have at the prison?” she asked. The Forlorn Hope snapped into her hand as she jogged towards the landing ramp.

"A few explosions," came the response from the GADF operator. "Other than that, we're not sure yet, but there's an agent on her way to the scene."

Winding through the biodome, the Jed Marshal picked up the pace. There was a familiar blonde shape stealing closer to the prison. Blondie. Chevu jogged up to Peyton and joined her friend.

"Careful," she said, catching her breath. "There's another Force user here."

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Damian was not the greatest Jedi in the world, but then again you didn’t need to be the greatest Jedi in the world to look at monitors and see that his actions had already gotten a response. Strange, a simple fire in a prison happens all the time. Inmates are always setting themselves on fire (true statistic. More people go to prison hospitals for burns than any other non medical injury) trying to cook, or just causing trouble. This had to be some force thing, they sensed him. A frown formed over his face as he did his best to make himself small. Not physically but within the force. It was a trick he’d picked up on Yavin though he was no great sorcerer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Quirking an eyebrow, content with what he’d done, he looked back at the screen and identified one of the women responding. He knew her. First she had spied on him when he was on a cruise, and then later he saw her while hunting Marek. Yes [member="Peyton Steele"] could be a problem. He knew that behind those doe eyed looks there was something a predator. Pretty as she was his father/brother/clone donor didn’t hire incompetents. A pretty problem was still a problem.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Then there was the other woman with her. [member="Chevu Visz"] was not an unattractive woman. Athletically lean in build with a soft and inviting face. Damian knew her species but couldn’t remember offhand the name, still smooth green skin and facial markings instantly drew his eyes to her. Green chick had been on his list since… no damnit… that was a Marek thought. He wasn’t Marek. He was Damnian. In that moment he decided he’d show that huffed up hedonistic bastard what for. Not a very Jedi thought, but then again we had already established he wasn’t the greatest of Jedi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The task at hand took him away as he found [member="Kana Truden"]’s cell and started to make his way there. If these two had lightsabers or basic breaching charges his sealing the door would do little to stop them. He needed to accelerate his plan. He needed to see Kana, talk to her and see if the kind and caring woman who took him in was still there.[/SIZE]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu's brow furrowed with concern. This was the jail where [member="Kana Truden"] was being held. The woman had been rescued from the Sith or had turned herself in. The Mirialan was shaky on the details, but just knew that she was here. She's breaking out, was the first jump her mind made. She ignited her blade, Ardor, one half of her saber staff. Ardor's orange blade almost appeared to drip fire from the lava crystal deep in its cylinder. Holding the blade defensively, she jerked her head to Peyton, indicating she wanted the agent to follow, then began to make her way through the jail.

Chevu was intimately familiar with this jail as it was the same one which held Gabriel for months, but she didn't know exactly which cell was holding the former Sith Lord. At the end of the hallway, she saw the shape of a male. He was tall with blonde hair, and looked uncannily like a sober Marek Starchaser, Coren's nephew (or something). Her onyx eyes blinked ferociously. What the frell was Marek doing here?

"Marek!" she exclaimed, through the hum of her saber. "Stop right there!"

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton had a lot of things that happened in the past few … time. Insert time here. Whatever it was though, she was going to respond to it how an agent of the Alliance should. Stepping out into the prison, from the rail car, she started to look around. There was a bit of chaos going on and she approached the terminal. She left the klaxons and red lights moving, they weren’t going to frak with her. Who was in this prison?

A no body, another nobody, a third nobody, Jared from Subway, and some Dark Jedi. Bingo.

Right, so she wasn’t really in the mood for this. But whatever, she could stall the Sith until the big guns arrived. And that was when she actually recognized where she was and saw Chevu. She nodded and pulled out her blaster. She called it her blaster. It was a blaster, and not half of anything. Her stun batons? Stun baton A and Stun Baton B, though she wasn’t really particular as to which was which.

Following her Jedi friend, the blonde was ready, but not really ready to hear ‘Marek’ shouted. That was new. But… was it? She wasn’t sure. Time to shoot things. That stopped issues before. Look at the city of Lud.

Wrong story line?

Was it really, though?

Quick on the trigger, that was one of the remarks on her monthly review from GA Intel.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Kana Truden]

But Kana had been asleep through most of the commotion outside her cell. Life in a cell, though obviously rough, was still a life that felt right. For the moment at least. She had done her deeds, was paying for her crimes and soon enough would be let out of this place under strict supervision. Parole, as it was called. Indeed, she wasn’t aware of her stalwart and loyal Padawan’s breakout attempt, nor was she aware that he even knew where she was.

Shakingly sitting up in her bed there was little Kana could do but cover her eyes and promptly rub them. She still didn’t sleep well and she hadn’t been for a very long time. Too many mistakes to get over and cope with, and that was despite the fact that her time outside of the Order had been short in comparison to how long it could have been. Needless to say it had still been enough to cause her to get a bad case of “No, I don’t really need to sleep as often as I do.”

Groaning she remained hunched on the edge of her bed.

“Marek! Stop right there!”

Kana stopped dead in her tracks.

“Marek.” She repeated. Slowly. “Starchaser.”

Eyes wide open, staring at the door.

“Ohhh no.” Kana groaned. “No, no, no, no, no.”

She buried her entire face within the palms of her hands and let out a deep sigh. She wasn’t going to like what happened next, probably.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Damians eye twitched as he heard Marek’s named get called. He wasn’t Marek Starchaser. Marek Starchaser WISHED he was Damian Starchaser. He was everything Marek could have been had Marek not been a washed up old booze hound. Biting his lip he continued down the hall ignoring the woman and preparing to block another door. He reached the guarded prison wall, and closed the barred door. “Yes,” he said with a smile. “Remember to visit Darkstar casino locations.” Hey if they believed he was Marek who was he to correct them?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]After he spoke he closed the metal door behind him and lit another thermite charge. Lightsabers would make short work of it. Off to see Kana, off to see his master. Moving quickly with preternatural speed he darted down the hallway. The force was a powerful ally indeed and soon he’d be well away from these two. He didn’t want to hurt them if he could prevent it, and yet they did seem persistent. There was in life many bonds, and some surpassed all reason. Damian would do anything for Kana, and he’d risk all.[/SIZE]

[member="Kana Truden"]
[member="Peyton Steele"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

There were several different things happening in the prison. Peyton was shooting, GADF soldiers were putting out the fires, and according to the security cam in her cell, Kana Truden was saying "no" over and over, like a broken Hologram. What was going on? And wasn't Marek a dark sider? Chevu felt no dark aura emanating off of the man. She cocked her head and watched him run off, telling her to visit Darkstar casinos. She jogged after him, wincing and covering her head as another bang rang out then a long fizzle.

Using telekinesis to unblock the doors, she gingerly stepped by the thermite, and finally caught up with the young man. Calling on the Force, the Mirialan Jedi Marshal branched out with a power that her senile Sullustan master taught her before he died. It was called Malacia. It would focus in on Marek's blood flow, and hopefully induce a powerful dizziness and nausea in him. Yeah, one of Chevu's powers was Force Puking. But it worked for her, especially since it did no lasting damage to the target. Marek was a dark sider, but she figured that Coren would want his nephew to be apprehended in one piece.

"I thought I told you to stop."

One thing was for sure, she felt the dark side wafting off of Truden. The woman would need some heavy rehabilitating in the next coming months.

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Kana Truden]

Meanwhile Kana sat in her cell and repeated her mantra of 'No.'

If Damien decided to make his entrance like this, again, and expect his master to be thrilled he had a whole other thing coming. The rehabilitation for the lost former jedi Kana Truden was already well underway and soon enough, according to reassurances from her very own parole officer extraordinaire, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], she would be granted access to whatever world there was to be seen topside. She had seen some of it already, but considering how soon it was after she had been initially taken in it was most certainly not one of those things she had enjoyed for very long.

Not that she cared much for it either. Life within this cell suited her just fine as she 'got better' so to speak.

All she could hope was that -- if this was in fact her old Padawan coming for her -- that he would understand why she would flatout smack him across the face and yell 'No.' as loudly as she could to make him understand just how much she was...

Well, nobody 'appreciates' prison life. She just sort of felt it was... Necessary?

Point being, Kana belonged here and she knew it, and hopefully so did Damien.

[member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Faster, fast as his legs can take him, which in terms of force powers means fast! That was the speed Damian was moving at, a blur to normal human vision. And then it happened, something weird. At first his head ached, like it never ached before, and then he felt his stomach wrench as his knees felt wobbly. The floor started to invert on him and he quickly tried to adjust to the changing climb by leaning away from the incline, but rapidly the terrain shifted and his legs seemed to obey command without feeling.

Damian tumbled…. at speeds reading absurd the lad tumbled and went quickly head over heels. His body collapsed and jumped and bounced as it ragdolled off the ground and nearby walls momentum taking him to the other end of a hallway at a T intersection where he slammed into the back wall.

And that is where Damian laid to rest. Eyes closed his chest rose and fell at first in a fast pace as if he were out of breath and then slower, and slower until finally it barely seemed to move at all. Blood trickled a little from his head creating a red sheen on the floor directly around his head.


[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

The fact that Chevu was also calling Damian by Marek, that gave her carte blanche to do what she wanted. Marek was on a watch list as a potential Sith, and probably just because Coren Starchaser didn’t like him. But that would put the man in a cell, same as Kana was. Darkstar, that was wrong, Peyton might be a bit scrambled from the time she served corporate overlords, but she knew it wasn’t Darkstar.

Bright Star, that was one of the names on her datapad when she escaped the place she had been held. The one where she wasn’t sure just what the story was.

That was all she needed though, whoever this person was, they were an imposter and it was confirmed they looked like Marek. Blaster bolts now started to fly, just looking for purchase anyway they found. Chevu would be able to hear a low, almost growl from Peyton as she kept firing.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

The Mirialan heard a canine growl behind her, and then blaster shots rang out.

“Agent Steele, hold your fire!” she exclaimed. Marek was down, and knowing Peyton, she probably had her blaster set to kill. Chevu didn’t technically have authority over the shifter, but the Jedi Marshal didn’t want to responsible for the death of her boyfriend’s family member, even if he was a darksider. She rushed to the young man’s side, and reached down to her gear belt. They were standard stun cuffs, but they’d have to do.

“Help me get him in a cell?” she asked Peyton, attempting to slap the cuffs on Marek’s arms. Out of the corner of her eye, Kana watched with a worried look. The wide-eyed blonde woman sure didn’t look like a Sith, but looks could be deceiving.

The prison wardens would be arriving soon and when they did, Chevu would have them prepare a cell for their new prisoner. At the rate they were collecting darksiders, the Galactic Alliance was going to need to build a new wing.

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

And that is when Damian struck. Like a slutty ninja. I mean wut?

Damian struck at that moment. He allowed the woman to begin to lift him and twisted his hand to control her own arm bringing the inevitable fight to the ground as he wrapped his legs around her body edging them towards her neck in an attempt to cut off the artery and knock the woman unconscious.

That wasn’t all though, it couldn’t be, not with the other woman nearby. As he wrapped like anacondan around the woman he pulled out his stun blaster and began to send shot after shot down the hallway shifting his position to use the pretty little green jedi as a shield against return fire. “Don’t fight it,” he said softly, “Just go to sleep….”

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton was aware that this man was Marek, a member of the Techno Union, an ally and sometimes member of the Sith Order. They were too much of a waste of space and potential to be kept alive. The blaster shots rang out and the blonde looked to the green Jedi. With her target down, she still was wary. Still, this whole talk of arresting the enemy as opposed to just ending them?

Well, it made sense to Peyton. She could probably pull information out of blondie here. She followed Chevu and nodded, that was, until when Marek struck. Reaching over her shoulder she grabbed one of her stun batons. She didn’t have time to warn Chevu what she was going to do, but all the same, Peyton took the baton and stuck it to the base of Marek’s skull, hoping to disable him and activated the baton.

Even if it didn’t knock Marek unconscious, the blonde was going to strike him hard on the side of the head, y’know, just for good measure, of getting the Sith to fall unconscious.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Kana Truden]

Kana stared at what went down. Damian was the same Damian that she had gotten to know back in what felt so very long ago. Foolhardy, but never outsmarted.

Didn't stop her from getting worried.

"Stop!" Kana would exclaim in worry for her former student's well-being. "All three of you. Stop."

"Damian, what the hell are you doing here?!" She glared at her student. "Let the Marshal go. Now."

Just in case, you know, the stun baton didn't do its job.

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu assumed that capturing Marek would be easy. The way Coren had talked about Marek, it sounded like he was a partyboy lush. Chevu assumed wrong. The Mirialan's Force sense told her there was danger just a little bit too late. As she tried to snap on the stun cuffs, the boy sprang. Suddenly, muscular legs wrapped around her neck, bringing her down to the floor, and squeezing her throat. She struggled under his thighs, gasping for air. Blaster fire rang out and Chevu brought up her hands, attempting to absorb some of it to protect wolf girl.

As she was losing consciousness, the Jedi Marshal heard a female voice, calling out the name Damian. Wait, who the frell was Damian? This was Marek, lady! The room was just turning black as the stunbolt hit her right through Starchaser.

Chevu was having a bad day.

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Operation Mirialan Shield seemed to work, at least for a moment with Damian redirecting the green woman into the stun baton blow. That was until she fell unconscious between his legs, unfortunately this meant he needed to let go of pretty green meat shield or else risk damaging an oxygen starved brain. He didn’t want to hurt her, and besides Kana said to….

This of course didn’t stop the myriad of blows from the stun baton! He had to do something about that. As he released the green body from his grip he rolled dodging a knockout baton blow and then swept with his legs knocking the pretty blond over. “You have pretty eyes….“ he said after a scramble to get atop the blond straddling her on the ground. A charming smile and a wink followed for which he received a sort of snarl in return. “I surrender,” he said softly rolling over, off the woman, onto his back. His arms extended and his hands opened to show he didn’t have a weapon.

[member="Peyton Steele"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Kana Truden"]

“Enough!” the call resounded both through the medium of the air and the Force. Jacen marched down the corridor at an urgent pace, two guards in step behind him. A Jedi Master's robes billowed in his wake.

His right hand came up, palm down and [member="Damian Starchaser"] would find himself held down by a telekinetic pressure that pinned his limbs in place without causing any undue harm.

Jacen stood there for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. His mind was kept open to the thoughts of those around him as he looked between all the women cluttering up his corridors around the errant boy. Understanding dawned upon him as he looked between Kana and Damian.

“Alright lad, settle down,” Jacen said in a calming tone. He attempted to reach out and settle his mind as well. “It seems Master Truden apprentice decided to carry out an impromptu review of our security,” Jacen said to the guard beside him, who had the decency to look abashed. “See if we have an interview room for three so he can reveal his findings and explain himself to his old mentor.”

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian Starchaser was tired of people trying to get into his head. Of course all the others who tried wanted sex, and he doubted very much that @Jacen Voidstar wanted to see him naked. Then again he was pinned to the ground his arms and legs splayed out. He narrowed his eyes, “Yes security check.” Damian said.

His body was pinned to the ground under the weight of the telekinetic weight imposed upon him by the Jedi Master. “If you let me up, I can help pretty green Jedi,” he said struggling a little. “Kana taught me basic healing. Not that I’m good at it…” His eyes swiveled between Jacen and Kana, “Also this interrogation room… if we go to the staircase to the right and up a floor there is an appropriately private room three doors on the right we could use.” A broad smile filled his face.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Peyton Steele"]