Transcendence Averted(Open/All Welcome)

[Christian Slade]

Coruscant​

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The Black District​

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3:27 AM - Thursday​

-Clack! Snap!-

Lighting webbed across a cloud covered sky, black and filled with Nature's malicious intent, though she played so little a role on the planet covered in metal and stone. She was angry with what the inhabitants of Coruscant had done to the once green and beautiful planet that, upon a time, flourished with vegetation and wild life. Her natural way had been interrupted by the needs of men filled with greed and aspiration. Two things that had helped to make the most vicious kind of man.

Vicious men like Christian Slade.

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"...rrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!", called the deep and angry voice of a man kneeling in both rain and blood in the middle of a dark, cold street. The street, though baron, was filled with eyes watching from cracked doors, windows and alleyways, such was the way in the Underworld. Such was the way for the rats.

Tattered clothes hung from a bare and scarred upper body, many of these fresh lacerations pouring the blood of a drunk and confused man who swung his soaking, hair covered face back and forth as his eyes, though blurry, adjusted to his surroundings. Ribbons of rain thickened brunette hair hung over tired, confused eyes as the hair of his face obscured the youthful confidence that ought to be present. The young who proved to be arrogant and headstrong always grew wise and driven...

...if they didn't die first.

Doubling over, the man coughed and gagged until what loose liquid still in his gut came up, traces of blood draining out of his mouth as burning, crimson eyes glared down into the duracrete below. Beneath either hand that braced him a burning sensation caused him to seethe as a pained sigh left his mouth. Soon a violet hue gleamed out from beneath his hands, something about himself that he hadn't forgotten, and in less than a second the ground caved in beneath him. It cracked and broke and fell away, sinking inwards a few feet, the rain starting to gather there around his hands and knees as he pushed off of the ground and rared back.

"KILLLLLLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!", he called out into the night, hatred erupting from his very flesh as the force carried his words for miles. A stifling ripple of the force burst through his core and rushed through the streets shattering into countless pieces every mirror and window for more than a mile behind his booming voice. His rage was warranted, his body tired and his resolve tested and tested again. His pain was far greater than any should have been put through in over a hundred lifetimes, and he hadn't even been allowed to die. Even then, two things were battling in his mind.

Death... or Vengeance?

 

[Paige Argous]

[member="Christian Slade"]

A cloaked and hooded figure leaned against a wall, watching the commotion from afar. The rain, along with the darkness, did a good job blending in the figure. Rain was something to appreciate, especially in Coruscant. It lessened the stink of urban pollution that always was present in the Underworld.

"rrrrrRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The cloaked head turned towards the direction of the sound. Just another drunkard, one who might perhaps end up drowning himself in one of the many puddles of water out in the streets from the rain. Paega had seen that happen to someone before.

"KILLLLLLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Suddenly, windows shattered. Neon signs came crashing down, and the young woman had to quickly dodge right to avoid getting crushed under one. Curious now, the cloaked woman slowly walked towards where the sound must have come from. Soon, she saw a strangely familiar looking man, who looked to be in a terrible condition. He seemed drunk too. For now, the cloaked woman was content to simply watch the scene play out. It just didn't seem quite safe, really, to intervene just yet, not when the drunk man seemed so active.

Still, she was determined to help him. Before he seriously hurt himself or others.

 

[Christian Slade]

[member="Paega Anginous"]

The man fell quiet for a time is the water slowly rose up his arms and legs in that hole he'd created for himself. He thought about letting himself drown, but that wasn't how he'd been promised he'd die. No, he needed a hot saber thrust through his chest, or to be killed in one of the limitless ways that the ever changing force offered. Either way, he wasn't going to die like common street trash, to drunk to dig himself out of a hole that he had created. A hole filling with water in one of the most fowl parts of Coruscant. A planet that he'd almost forgotten he'd prefer to die on the least.

As a matter of fact, as each second rolled by his memories began flooding back into him, and he did not like the bits and pieces he was putting together. That's why he cursed under his breath as he bore down tightly on the cracked duracrete beneath his hands, crushing what fragments of street were beneath him as he growled and pushed himself up from the ground.

Standing to a full six foot, eight inches, the man stumbled out of the hole and began slowly, but surely, trudging down the street that appeared to be starting to flood. The water was up almost up to his ankles, and with the filthy, clogged up gutters of Coruscant's underbelly, who could be surprised?

As he walked, however, a man stepped out from the stoop of a bar that had closed for the night, though there were a few inside still cleaning up who'd heard the commotion. After the glass broke, one of the security guards stepped out into the rain and found a not so unfamiliar face glaring at him. "You need to get your ass home.", said the rather thick bouncer who cracked his knuckles as the men stopped in front of him. He raised his head and flicked it back to reveal his youthful, though hair covered features, brunette ribbons of hair suck in a few places across his cheeks and forehead.

He stood there, just breathing in the cold night air and staring at the bouncer in front of him, bloody eyes staring daggers into the man as his hate boiled inside of him. Soon his shoulders began to steam as his body felt that old, and almost foreign feeling of the force rushing through his body along with the adrenaline that coursed his veins. The next second, without warning, the man turned and coiled his right arm around the left side of his waist and in a blur of speed he flicked his body in the opposite direction. His arm shot out and snapped across the man's jaw with such force that it lifted him from his feet and threw the man across the road, his large, heavy body slamming into the side of the bar so hard that cracks weaved out from beneath his back. His very body caved in the side of the bar, brick and stone falling loose into the bar, along with the bouncer who's body had such momentum that he didn't stop until he flew halfway through the bar and landed on a table the one of the waitresses had been cleaning.

The scene was so violent, and for those still in the bar, so frightening and misunderstood. It was so quiet after that, that between cracks of thunder, the loud thump of big, heavy boots could be heard as the angry and confused, tower of a man followed the bouncer across the street. He took his time as he pulled himself through the hole in the wall to come standing in the no longer so dry, or clean, bar, glancing around at a few surprised, and very frightened young faces.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Christian Slade"]

location: Inside the bar that Slade just made a hole in the wall of.

Lisa had been on a personal mission for a friend, working a swoop gang dispute on the lower levels. Well it was more like finding and knocking off swoop gang leaders and collecting money by serving their severed heads to the other gang on platters. Still business was booming as always with the scum hive at the Wriggling Hutt.

This bar was notorious for fights so while the black haired armoured woman was getting profusely drunk, she also kept a watchful eye on the scene. She first felt waves of darkness in the force, not unusual for a Sith occupied world, but then the bouncer flew through the wall and the Man came through as well.

She was at the table playing some Sabbac and buttering up some drunken Swoop gang leaders. Her initial plan was to offer herself to them one by one and kill them one by one, but now things got accelerated.

"The kark is this shit!"

Lisa stood up, grabbing the first two men by their throats with the force and dragging them across the table. In the distraction of the wall exploding they were all confused, which gave her the advantage. Twin poisoned daggers were drawn from her combat harness and she plunged them through their skulls, flinging the bodies aside with a small force push from her fists.

The others took notice as their comrades bodies dropped and tried to draw.

"You traitorous bit-!" They were cut short.
Lisa let out a maniacal laugh leaping onto the table with fluid dexterity and throwing both knives. They planted into the second two men's throats and the third was dispatched by a bolt to face with her DL-44.

Then she rounded on Slade, waiting to see if the bar would explode, between her public execution and his rampage.

She reached out to his mind with her telekinesis, granted by the force.

Need a hand? Help me I'll help you, this place is about to flip

 

[Paige Argous]

[member="Christian Slade"]

Well clearly someone had to blow off some steam. The hooded woman simply watched as the violent scene played out infront of her. It seemed some people had the misfortune to cross the drunk and angry Sith Lord's path.

Paega set off after Slade, silently trailing behind him as the drunk Sith marched off to the cantina he had partially demolished. It wasn't a pleasant experience, to be soaking out in the rain. But at least she had her cloak with her. Slade was completely drenched.

He didn't look to be in a very talkative mood, which was fine. Paega wasn't going to bother speaking to him after he had burnt off some of his energy. She wondered if Slade could detect her presence in his drunk state. She wasn't doing anything to conceal her Force signature, and after all, they had met before.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian eyed Lisa across the bar with those blood drenched eyes, having heard her whisper in the force. As he considered it, the silence in the bar with about ten or so other men and a few women was defending. He kicked up his leg and slammed it on the table next to him, a glass half full of whiskey hopping up from the table as he did, which he caught with his right hand. He then took the glass, lifting his right arm up and resting his elbow against his knee as he leaned over and took in a long, deep smell of the liquid.

He sighed as the smell caused his skin to tingle and his throat to moisten, and without hesitation he kicked the glass back and gulped the liquid down without hesitation. All the while, his crimson eyes gleamed in the the direction of the impressive little specimen across the bar. The woman was quick, good with a blade, and she didn't hesitate, which he liked. He wouldn't waste time with his reply, however. He gave her but a wink. The flash of one of those burning, crimson eyes followed by that unnerving smirk he was known for.

It very well might have been all he'd had time for too, considering the tension in the room was balancing upon a thin and unstable line that at that very moment failed. A man to his left bolted, screaming at the top of his lungs as he charged at Christian, but he hadn't made it three steps before the Sith Lord flicked his right hand, and with a blur of speed his glass was gone, a pop and shatter of the transparent container snapping through the air as the glass transformed from cup to countless, cutting shards, many of which sank into the man's skin as he lost his footing, raised up through the air with his momentum and landed flat on his back.

The next ten seconds was quite a show as Christian moved across the bar with such speed and precision, striking men in the neck who immediately fell back, grabbing their throats. Some he struck in the their temples with skull cracking force, and when they went down they didn't struggle. They were dead before they hit the floor.

He didn't believe in wasting time, and so he didn't. After every man in the bar was down holding their throats, shattered jaws and teeth and even one trying to push his broken neck back upright, moments before passing out, Christian glanced up at the young woman and watched her for a time. He had always he such interest in promising young people. He like to train and work with them, especially ones with a pension for killing. When he turned and headed for the hole he'd made in the wall, however, he hadn't insisted that she join him. That choice was up to her. After all, he had a few things he needed to sort out. He had been unconscious for weeks, after all.

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Stepping out into the rain didn't matter to him. He was barely clothed, his lower body covered by tattered pants and his broad, muscular upper body was soaking in the rain as he pulled himself upright and looked up to the sky. As he did, an intricate web of light reached out through the clouds above him as he said, "Hello, Paega."

His crimson eyes slowly trickled down out of the skies as he glanced around found his cloaked, past apprentice, and allowed himself to watch her for a long time before he smiled at her. "It's been a while."

[member="Paega Anginous"]
[member="Lisa Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Christian Slade"]

Location: Shattered bar.

Lisa followed him outside. The man was a force user, and had incredible powers. She liked that, her thirst for power was beginning to grow and she needed guidance on it. Stepping over bodies she exited the hole and her daggers still dripped a concoction of poison and thick crimson ichor as they hung at her sides.

"What's your name?" She asked bluntly, keeping her tone short and guarded.

 

[Christian Slade]

"Christian.", he said simply as eh eyed the woman who followed him out into the rain stricken night. He watched her for a time before his crimson eyes fell back upon the form of Paega Anginous, a woman he hadn't laid eyes on in a long time.

"Miss me?", he asked her, those crimson eyes set on her for a time, waiting for her to respond.

[member="Lisa Ticon"]
[member="Paega Anginous"]

 

[Paige Argous]

[member="Christian Slade"] [member="Lisa Ticon"]

Paega watched as Christian emerged with another woman from the bar he had just shattered. "Hello, Paega. It's been a while. Miss me?" Her green eyes looked evenly back, as she took time to observe the drunk man.

She barely recognized her former mentor and friend, he had seemed a lot calmer and in-control of himself back when they were together. "You're quite drunk." Paega remarked simply, eyeing what remained of Christian's tattered clothing.

After a few seconds, she spoke again. "Are you okay?" she inquired cautiously, remembering his beast-like actions from a minute ago. Even if Paega knew him, her impression of him now was that of a time bomb, that could go off at any second.