Star Wars **Forces**

Rasa Ruu'ta-Li
Fast Loopy Monorail Trail thingie - Location: Ciutric IV

Rasa was busy trying to read through the muck and trash, to see if there was anything posted on how this silly train worked. Lord Nelf had also moved, standing up as well, as he also tried to read the signs. As Rasa moved to check out the control area, she heard Billings talking to the crazy one. They argued. Billings asked him a good question though...if the crazy one slept in the train, he had to figure out some way to get out.


“I..I don’t remember.” Cactus Jack replied. Then Billings got angry and Rasa turned her head as Billings shot off his blaster into the seat next to the hermit.

“STOP!” the stinky one yelled.

Lord Nelf meanwhile had whirled around, but was having to deal with a train that was suddenly putting on breaks at that very moment. Rasa was VERY thankful for her claws, as the train's breaking system moved to prove that it indeed still worked. Rasa was shocked to see that Lord Nelf went over the front seat in front of him, smashing old Cactus chest-first into the seat in front of him, and throwing Stefe towards the front window…

Claws extended and with a wild growl, Rasa gestured, grabbing Billings with the Force and securing him, keeping him from exiting the train, and holding him before he had contacted the front window, while Rasa went into a crouch, her claws digging into the floor. She also used the Force to secure herself, as the train came to a stop, hopefully at one of the platforms. Rasa turned, as she moved towards Cactus Jack and Lord Nelf, her fangs showing slightly. She suddenly had the thought of tying old stinkie to the outside of the train, and letting him catch some air as the train ran around the tracks for awhile. if he had caused any damage.....

Rasa snorted, pushing the slightly amusing thought from her mind. Once the train had stopped, or it was relatively safe, she released Billings from the Force hold as well. Her next actions would be judged on the condition of Lord Nelf and ... the other.

"Loooord Nelfff?" Rasa purred softly, not wanting to embarrass him, but wanting to check on his condition first. She would then check with Billings, to make sure he was fine as well. This was NOT going to bode well...



Tag: Stefe Billings, Cactus Jack, Lord Nelf,

 

IC: Anguish

The Coiled Viper, Nar Shaddaa

Once inside the dive bar, Angish was not only unsurprised, but also mildly unimpressed by his surroundings. As expected, the dive was dimly lit, dank, smokey, auricularly polluted with dissonant jizz music, and had too may different smells swirling about its un-circulated air. There was a small stage not far from the bar, the gungan comedian went largely ignored. Despite the bar's smaller-than-standard size, it had a good number of clients within it. Guess every dive bar did...for happy hour.

Anguish moved without hurry, not unlike a looming shadow. He was still tracking his mark, the human male with the bounty on his head. Almost no one seemed to pay attention to them. Well, almost no one.

The bartender was a troig and Anguish did not react when the being noticed him. First, he listened to the conversation one of the heads was having, even as he slowly continued his reconnaissance circuit around the bar. The troig seemed to be interviewing two young females who indeed seemed a bit 'too young' to be in such an establishment, but again, Nar Shaddaa was a harsh place for those who did not 'rule' it. One girl was, unmistakably, a young twi'lek. The other…well, Aguish was surprised when he heard her describe herself as a nagai, as she seemed a lot more like a zeltron. Curious now, he regarded the pair and made his mental notes. He felt the troig regard him in turn. A clever being that one. He was more of a comedian than the inept gungan, and probably possessed several times more wit.

For a brief moment, Anguish wondered what it would be like to behead a troig. Would the other head survive the physical trauma? He'd never beheaded a troig before, so it made him curious. He made a mental note and filed it. There would be enough time for experimentation later, besides, the troig was not the mark. Anguish took another cursory glance and noticed that only two of the bartender's four arms were visible. Could it be that the third hand was poised to depress some silent alarm, and the fourth held a blaster pistol?

Anguish did feel a bit amused by this, but just filed it. The marked man was now moving towards a small-time pazaak table, and this demanded his attention. He'd have more than enough time to amuse himself later. Finally finding an empty seat, he took it, and pulled out a hand held datapad. His head was still hooded, so the faint bluish illumination from the device gave his countenance an eerie glow.

From this distance, he could not hear what the marked man would say to anyone at the table he now approached, but then again, he didn't need to listen in. Anguish had a very good idea why the man was here. He watched him, as the human finally took a seat next to a seedy looking rodian smoking some kind of stimulant. Via the datapad he possessed, Anguish sent a message to the Coiled Viper's automated-host, informing it that he needed a clean glass of Corellian Ale at his table.

All the pieces were almost in place. It was time to begin.

Tag: Sith-I-5

OOC: Thanks for the post and the warm welcome Sith-I-5. FYI, I have this scene fleshed-out in my mind, but not all things go as planned, eh? Let's see what happens, at least until the GM gets here.

 

IC: Stefe Billings, Lord Nelf, monorail

His forward momentum arrested, Stefe knew the Force when he felt it, and looked back gratefully to his master, only to, well, not see him!

Which meant…

“Rasa? Thank you for saving me!” He looked up and down the train, past the Cathar. “I am probably being a bit slow,,,but where is Lord Nelf? Or, come to that, Smell On Legs?”

Hidden from the Guardman’s sight, but not his Apprentice, Nelf remained where he had landed, having been bowled onto the triple-width seat in front of whwere he had landed, and sliding off the layer of garbage to wedge tightly onto the floor.

He was angry, but tried to compose himself. He did not want to frighten the young one, lest she run back to that her undeserving Jedi teacher on Imperial Centre.

“Sooo.” The Inquisitor let the word hang ominously, a voice from the Depths, albeit the depth of two train seats. “What have we learned here?”

Billings glanced towards the front, that thanks to the apprentice, did not have a Stefe-shaped hole in it. “That when the train says to hold on, it brikkin’ means it?”

“What else?” Nelf kept his attention on what he could see of the ceiling. There was an ominous creaking of metal near him that was nothing to do with applied heat, and sudden cooling. “Rasa?”

Tag: Rasa

* * * *

IC: Troig bartender Pol-Fas, The Coiled Viper, Nar Shaddaa

“So, you children got names?” The second head, Fas, continued, while the first noted that the automatic dispenser has received an order for Corellian Ale, and waited for the device to finish pouring the frothy-headed beverage.

“Not. A. Child.” Insisted the Nagai with rapidly decreasing patience.

“Don’t ask me why, but I should have some colouring books somewhere…” Fas mused to himself, glancing away from the pair to check the counter shelving, only to feel one of his median arms pulled up into view, and pressed, fingers splayed, onto the bar top. The scrawny girl pulled out a vibroblade and Chuuunk stabbed it into the synthwood between two of the digit, while her other held the troig’s limb firmly in place with her other fist.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

“Keep your fingers still.”

“Careful there, Darling.” An adjacent porpoise-like Herglic, black overcoat matching his shiny dark skin, warned from the next stool

“I'm not your darling.”

She gouged the blade between the next set of fingers, and the next, getting her rythym, diverting the nearest patrons from the Gungan on-stage.

Stab-stab-stab

“I’m Kate, and she’s Tosh.” The human girl volunteered calmly, as if this display was an everyday thing.

The first head, Pol, flappped its other arms uselessly at the now-topped off ale, then acknowledged her. “Uh, Kate, can you take this across to table number, uh, nine, please. Now don’t spill any of it.”

“What, that’s all you can think about?" Fas exclaimed, "Get this mad bint off me!”

Hips swaying in her black trousers as she gingerly carried the cold metal flagon, Kate entered the throng of tables and people, heading towards Table Nine, and the solitary, seated, figure.
Condensation dripped down the grey metal, slicking her palm, while the other hand gripped the handle.

“And knock it off with the hips, Girl. You’re not a Twi’lek.”

Kate scowled, and did as she was told. She and Tosh needed the money, but the old alien was taking the fun out of this.

Tag: Anguish

 

Rasa Ruu'ta-Li
Loopy Monorail Trail thingie - Location: Ciutric IV

Oh!

.. uh-oh.,,

Rasa was slowing coming up from her crouch, where she had snagged Billings. But her eyes were glued to where Lord Nelf had landed. Her tail stuck out straight behind her, as she heard Billings speak. “Rasa? Thank you for saving me!” A pause.. “I am probably being a bit slow,,,but where is Lord Nelf? Or, come to that, Smell On Legs?”

If Lord Nelf was not body deep in garbage on the floor in front of her, she would have laughed at Billings new name for stinky... smell on legs. But she didnt dare laugh now. She was rather shocked that he had not managed to catch himself, it didnt even occur to her that not being catlike, his reactions would be a bit ... slower. When Lord Nelf finally DID speak, her fur stood on end.

“Sooo.” Lord Nelf finally spoke, his voice dripping with a tone so deep, even a youngling would know that the man was ticked off majorly! Rasa stayed very still, as she heard Lord Nelf ask, “What have we learned here?”

Billings was very quick to respond, from behind her. “That when the train says to hold on, it brikkin’ means it?”

“What else?” Lord Nelf asked, looking away, somewhere towards the ceiling. Rasa's sharp ears picked up a dangerous sound of metal creaking nearby.

“Rasa?” Oh, Ve;tak! A question directed towards her. Rasa frantically had several thoughts race through her mind, before she replied.

"Thaaaat wwwwe ssshould alssswayss be preparrrred forrr the unnexpppected, just in cassse..." she stated, and then QUICKLY added, "Annnd that I sshould pppperhapss leaarrrn to mmmmulti-taasssk sommme of mmmy skillss ass well." She stated, as her tail moving behind her while it flicked about wildly.

Rasa then began to scan the area. With all the trash, it was hard to pick out ole smelly. She looked over, to make sure that the doors had not opened yet. Cactus wasnt that quick though, and Lord Nelf had plowed through him. So, he had to be somewhere.....

Rasa relaxed her claws. She decided that perhaps it would be best to right Lord Nelf before Billings came over. Hopefully,. .. Rasa carefully concentrated, and moved the muck around Lord Nelf clearing it away from him. Without moving him, she did her best to clear the area around him, and any muck that might have gotten on him, she gently removed. She didnt DARE touch him just yet, as from the tone it his voice, she was going NOWHERE near him at the moment. The creaking metal did not help.

So Rasa looked for Captain smelly instead. Shouldnt bee to hard to find, even in all THIS filth.


Tag: Lord Nelf and Billings

 

[GM POST]

Ic: Darth-Malison: Serenno + Nightpath Interior-- Private Quarters~

As the Dark Lady sat in meditation concerning past events, considering Darth_Dreadwar’s offer to form an alliance, Lady Malison finally came to a decision; no. There would be no alliance with this Dark Lord. However, she would not reveal her answer to him just yet. What she really needed was students; at least one apprentice of her own to train in the ways of the Dark Side. The problem was locating just the right individual. Lady Malison grinned. The Force; the Dark Side of the Force would send her just the one. This she knew without a doubt.


[TAG]:
[Volshe]

 

GM approved by Prj1

Name: Anakin Shern
Alias: None
Rank: Padawan
Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Home World: Tatooine
Force Sensitive: yes
Appearance-
Height: 5’10
weight: 160
Build: athletic
Hair: blonde
eyes: sky blue
Skin Color: slightly tan
Markings: scar on his left bicep
Clothing: tan shirt, black pants, dark brown boots
Weapon(s): DLT 44, vibro blade
Personal Ship: X-wing
Lightsaber Description: (If applicable)
Hilt: black and silver with the Alderaan symbol engraved
Blade Color: silver and purple hybrid
Fighting Form Master of forms three and four, looking to train in form five
Bio:

Anakin Shern only dreamed about flying among the stars and helping bring peace to the galaxy. He used to curse his mother for giving him the name of Anakin. Especially after he discovered his name sake had fallen to the dark side taking on the name of Vader. Sick of being teased in the school yards he sought out a med center at the age of nine and discovered his sensitivity. He begged his parents to go to the academy to train as a Jedi. His parents were dead set against it but would not explain to him why that was.

Anakin discovered his family is descendants that date back to the Clone Wars. One was a Jedi Knight by the Fress Colias who was in love with a Jedi Knight by the name of Jess Shern. Their love was forbidden forcing them to hide their relationship from the Jedi Counsel. After Palpatine rose to power forced the couple to go into hiding after order 66 was issued. They helped set up resistance cells later becoming known as the Rebel Alliance. Fress was an Alderaan survivor. If he had a lightsaber hilt he would carve in the symbol to honor Alderaan and his heritage.

Anakin confronted his parents with the knowledge of their family heritage demanding to know why they were no longer apart of the fight. His parents explained that after the Yuuzhan Vong war, their great great grandparents decided they had enough of the fighting and wanted a normal life. One child was non Force sensitive. They took that as a sign to retire from the Jedi life.

Not convinced Anakin showed them his test results and asked their permission and blessing to go to the Academy to train. The answer was a dead set no. He started saving his credits to buy his way off planet when he reached age eighteen.

Two months later, Anakin’s parents were killed in a Tusken raid changing his life forever. While he was recovering in the med ward after receiving a nasty slash on his left bicep from one of the raiders’ staff, he decided to leave Tatooine. He sold his parents land speeder deciding never to return to Tatooine again. He bought his way off planet by paying a smuggler and sought out the Jedi Academy. Instead of being dropped off at the Academy, he was dropped off on Corellia where he met a Jedi Master by the name of Brent Kraden. Brent took him under his wing and trained him in the Jedi arts. He discovered his abilities were telekinesis, Force speed and the ability to communicate telepathically.

Anakin told Brent he was a Shern descendant and learned why his family gave up by Brent telling him the story. His ascendant Carly Shern had fallen to the dark side joining Darth Caedus in the fight against the New Republic. After Carly was killed, the family decided to give up the life of a Jedi taking refugee on Tatooine disappearing from the New Republic. Brent told him that his destiny lay in his hands and he could redeem the name of Shern if he chose to do so.

Anakin swore to do right by his gift and never follow the path his ascendant followed all of those years ago.

Five years later at age twenty-five he sought out the Jedi Academy. His master could not come with him but wished Anakin well on his journey. He decided not to mention about his ascendants. He was here to help keep the peace not to start a fight.

 

IC: Anguish

The Coiled Viper, Nar Shaddaa

Anguish looked over the data he had on Khol Destros, the marked human. Of course, that was only his alias, one of them anyway. He was presently talking into the ear of Tuschak, the rodian 'deal maker', who seemed to be only half listening to the desperate human. Anguish smiled thinly and shook his head light at the sight. Living with a bounty on one's head had to be…difficult. One look at the chrono on his datapad informed him that the time was nigh upon them. Movement caught his attention, more accurately, movement inside his striking zone. His dark eyes were the only things that moved upon his youthful face. The human girl was approaching with a mug of Corellian Ale on a tray. Kate. The nagai girl, Tosh, was busy playing 'finger-stab' with the troig.

Not far from them, Tuschak sighed heavily and looked as if he'd rolled his eyes in annoyance, before taking a large puff from his deathstick- or whatever he was smoking.

"Just place it on the table." Anguished said as Kate reached him, his voice raspy, as it was disguised by a vocoder attachment he'd picked up for this mission. Her tip was already waiting for her on the table top. As the human female placed the mug of ale on the table, Anguish regarded her silently if she and her friend had enjoyed their brief lives.

Even as he finished that thought, the doors to the Coiled Viper opened anew and a large imposing figure in armor walked in. The half-mando-half-clone trooper combo armor looked a bit odd, but the unspoken message was clear: Bounty Hunter. Anguish suppressed a smile of satisfaction and looked on with interest as the Bounty Hunter stood his ground and gave the room the once-over, before moving to the bar. His blaster rifle was in hand, but pointing down…at least for the moment.

"Hey, two-heads. Have you seen this man…?"

The dark skinned bounty hunter was tall and sported a nasty scar that bisected the top of his left eyebrow and ran down the side of his face. His wavy black hair was cropped, and his hazel eyes had the intensity of a predator. His tone was like that of any bounty hunter: All business. With his right hand, he placed a flimsy with the image the mark upon it. Khol Destros' pictures was anything but flattering.

"I got a tip he was in here…" the bounty hunter added, his voice dripping with intent, but he also knew how to do business on the smuggler's moon. His right hand came up again to deposit several credits next to the flimsy, at which time his gaze was fixed on the troig head closest to him.

From table nine, Anguish smiled. All was proceeding as planned.

Tag: Sith-I-5, GM, anyone

 

IC: Lord Nelf, monorail train.
Location: Ciutric IV


The half-elf sighed heavily, disappointed that both of his companions had missed the oh so obsvious

The creaking metal around him had been him feeling his way through the Force, testing fixtures, strength, resistance.

For all the Powers that he had brought with him from Norrath, none would be suitable for what he had to do.

He concentrated, imagined holding the undersides of the two seats on either side of him, and pushed up.

Both seats wrenched loudly out of the flooring like a ungainly surface-to-air missiles, spraying shorn bolts around the carriage, one metal piece bouncing of Stefe's blue shoulder plates.

The Inquisitor rose fast, like a felled tree in reverse, an element of showing off, but with the amount of Dark Side energy coursing though him at that moment, it wasn't a conscious act.

"The tramp said 'stop', the train stopped." Nelf ground out, ignoring the two hanging double-seats, their hand-hold poles speared through the roof above him. "Train! Destination: Imperial Garrison."

There was a subtle shift underfoot as the train re-activated, moving forward slowly.

Nelf glared beyond Rasa at the still form of the hermit.

"So wait," Billings started, one finger raised in query, "are you saying this thing responds to voice commands?"

The Inquisitor said nothing. The train started to speed up.

Tag: Rasa

 

Rasa Ruu'ta-Li
Monorail train - Location: Ciutric IV

Lord Nelf sighed, and Rasa's wars perked back, trying to figure out what he was going on about. She DID however hear the sounds of more metal, creaking around him. Suddenly BOTH seats wrenched loudly out of the floor, propelled with quite a bit of force, as Rasa dodged bits of metal as the floor and the bolts that held the seats down, deciding to go missing. Lord Nelf moved fast. VERY fast. Rasa held her ground, but her tail wrapped quickly around her waist.

"The tramp said 'stop', the train stopped." Nelf spoke, his jaws tight, as if chewing on a very tough bit of meat. The seats were still hanging from the roof. He then spoke out. "Train! Destination: Imperial Garrison." There was a subtle shift underfoot as the train re-activated, moving forward slowly.

Nelf was staring at something, but it was past her. She didnt turn around however, as she heard Billings say behind her, "So wait, ...are you saying this thing responds to voice commands?"

Lord Nelf didnt respond. But Rasa frowned.

"That....mmmmakes no sssensse." she purred softly, as she looked around. What would keep any idiot from just suddenly yelling out a command, as the train had just done, and it causing a world of trouble. She could just see various humans barking inane commands to it. Also, why in the Force would a supposed resort, know anything, much less have a STOP at an Imperial Garrison that might or might not have been around when the place was built. Is that why it was abandoned now?

Rasa turned, and then noticed as Billings called him, 'smell-on-legs', seemed to be out cold. Maybe, there was something more to Cactus Jack then he was admitting.

"Not rrrright." she merely stated, as she now watched intently where the train was heading now, paying attention to the stations they were now passing.



Tag: Lord Nelf and Billings

 

IC: Kate, Troig bartender Pol-Fas, Toshiko, The Coiled Viper bar
Location: Nar Shadaa


“Just place it on the table.”

Kate did so, and hesitated looking at the tip, in case it was a teabag with a flimsi note saying, Have a drink on me.

But, her expression brightened as her eyes alighted on the grey metal coin that the patron had slapped on the table for her.

“Thank you, Sir!” She snatched it up, and clasped between both hands, skipped back to the bar. “Look at the tip he left me! Can I keep it!” She asked, looking up at the double heads swaying over the bar.

“Yes. And no.” Pol said, looking kindly down at her.

“Err…”

“Yes, the tip is yours. But you will have to hand it over to put towards repairing the damage caused by your friend here.”

“What?” Tosh had stopped her trick with the knife, and looked up also.

“Yes, you are both hired, but first, put these staff necklaces on so everyone will know you work at the Viper, and know not to bother you." Pol-Fas retrieved a pair of hinged metal circles, complete with an integral box. "Got 'em of a contact on Lur."

Both girls leaned in to allow the collars to get snapped around their necks, pushing hair up so as not to get it snagged.

"All too easy." Pol commented, continuing, "Your earnings will be used for your room, board, education, and to pay off the damage that you have caused to the bar.”

“Oh, come of it, it is hardly Greel wood, is it? How expensive can it be?” The Nagai frowned at the half-dozen nicks she had made.

“As expensive as we choose to make it, Child.”

“I’m not a child-aaahhh!!!” Toshiko dropped to her knees as if felled, her high-pitched keen diverting several curious heads from the stage act as she sprawled.

“That is the last time you argue with me.” Pol released the red button on the discreet black box he had also taken from under the counter. “Mad skillz with a blade, and less patience than a Rimsoo under quarantine, do not an adult make.”

Kate had her hands to her mouth, managing to muffle through fingers, “Why? Why did you do that?”

“Like your friend like to remind people, this is Nar Shadaa, Girl. Nobody cares.”

“Hey, two-heads. Have you seen this man?”

The whale-like Herglich, watching this unfold with casual interest, snapped his head round to see who had spoken so gruffly from his other side, noting the semi-armoured Mandalorian form, and the massive blaster rifle by his side. It wasn't even a blaster; it was a space station!
“Oh! That’s effective laxative; gotta go.” He slipped his dark bulk off the stool, and shuffled hurriedly to the freshers.

“Nope.” Fas, the second head answered automatically, then actually studied the flimsi.

“I got a tip he was in here...?”

"So you didn't just follow the trail of broken mirrors, then?" The being in the picture had a face only a mother would love, and even then, he'd need a really bright light behind him.

A clatter of coins landed next to the picture, while of the side, Kate had fingers inside her 'staff' collar, vainly trying to wrest it from her neck. That'd never work.

Fas looked from the credits, to the picture, then into the dark, scarred face. "Oh, alright, I'll have a look."

His wrinkled yellow neck stretched as he strained upwards for a look over his tables. “Oh yes, there. Table Twelve. Talking to…to one of my regulars.”

The second head rose from looking down at the supine Tosh. “Children, behind the bar. Now. There may be gun play.”

Kate did as she was told, scrambling round behind the double-headed proprietor, while Tosh's response was to shoot an expletive up from the floor.

The bar-Troig was unfazed. "Oh well, I suppose you will be as safe down there as anywhere."

Tag: Anguish

OOC: The teabag thing is a punchline created by late, veteran comedian, Tommy Cooper.

 

IC: Anguish

The Coiled Viper, Nar Shaddaa

Tuschak took a deep drag from his smoking stick and let out a large aromatic puff of smoke. He'd hardly been listening to Khol as he was more interested in his game, but was also deciding how to 'benefit' from the fugitive's situation. The face of the rodian moved in the manner that passed for a smile, as he looked at the cards on his hands. There was no way the auto-dealer could beat his hand. Pol-Fas was not going to be happy once he found out he'd have to pay-out such a large sum of creds. Tuschak looked towards the bar as if to gloat prematurely, then froze in place, his expression suddenly changing as his 'mood' was altered.

"You were followed." He said simply, then cursed.Everyone at the table stopped, and started to look around. "Impossible!" Khol hissed! panic suddenly creeping into his voice. "One thousand creds says you're wrong…" Tuschak put in, as he tried to negotiate a pause in the game with the auto-dealer. No luck there. He either played his hand or he passed his turn.

"DESTROS!!!" shouted a bellicose voice, which belonged to a man in armor, striding purposefully towards the pazaak table, blaster rifle held in a firing position. Patrons already started to duck out of the way and run for the exit. Business as usual.

"Nice chat Khol. You take care now…" With that, Tuschak and the others led the pazaak table and the bar proper, leaving a now desperate Khol to face his destiny. The now cringing human fell to the floor before the large bounty hunter, an attempted a desperate bid.

"NO! Wait…I'm worth more alive!! Spare me, PLEASE!" he begged.

"Chump change…" The bounty hunter said condescendingly, as he looked down the barrel of his blaster rifle and prepared to squeeze the trigger to execute Khol where he knelt. Anguish had been watching all along from his seat, and suddenly, he moved faster than any normal eye could follow, leaving behind only the sound of his snapping cape. In a blink of an eye, he was standing before the bounty hunter and his target. Kohl had closed his eyes and hadn't noticed immediately. Half the patrons had fled the Coiled Viper, but the other half, the braver ones, or foolish in some cases, took some cover, but stayed to see how events would play out. By the stage, the gungan comedian was emitting some pretty awful sounds.

"Sloppy work…Trauma." Anguish hissed,his raspy modified voice still carried the full weight of his vehemence.

"Wha…?" The bounty hunter, Trauma, hesitated for a moment and looked up. That voice! But the thought was derailed by the fiery yellow eyes that stared back at him. Then he felt himself being shoved back, hard!!!

Everything happened so fast after that, but it was all slow motion for Anguish.

"Stay down." He said firmly to Khol, as he half-turned so the man would see his shadowy face. Khol winced as he caught a glimpse of his eyes. Almost at the same time, Trauma, who had been force-pushed away, travelled the full length of the bar. He had enough time to squeeze out three shots from his blaster rifle, all aimed at the cloaked figure, who casually deflected the crimson bolts with a crimson weapon of his own. A lightsaber.

Trauma landed on his back, crashing on several tables and destroying them in the process, but the bounty hunter simply rolled backwards, using the momentum to aid him. He ended upright and on one-knee, his blaster rifle already pointing towards the cloaked figure. Then he fired a shot from the special attachment on his blaster rifle, followed by a concussion grenade toss.

Anguish simply smiled. All was proceeding as planned.

Behind him, Khol's panic was at its peak. The man was truly desperate now.

"Oh no! a Jedi!!" he cried out, then ran for the door. But, how far could he go?

Trauma's pressurized net projectile flared up as it streaked toward Anguish, and it looked as if the cloaked figure would fall victim to it's embrace, but with a quick wave of his hand, the net was redirected towards the gungan, who was quickly wrapped within its web. Notably, the concussion grenade was already airborne and mid-way towards Anguish. Khol was nearly out the Coiled Viper's door. However, Trauma had turned now and swung his blaster rifle to fire at the retreating Khol.

Anguish gestured once again.

The concussion grenade was returned to its sender, the bounty hunter, who was in no position to defend against it, except for his armor. The concussion grenade detonated with desired effects, fragging the bounty hunter's armored mid-section, but not before Trauma was able to squeeze out a shot at Khol, who only suffered a wound to his lower left leg.

And just as soon as it began, it was over. Well, almost over. Anguish had retired his weapon to its hiding place inside his robes as he walked over to the barely conscious and wounded bounty hunter, who could only manage to point an accusing finger before finally passing out.

"Sloppy. Greedy. Predictable." Anguish whispered. He picked Trauma to play his part for those very same reasons, unbeknownst to the bounty hunter, until it was too late. After looking out in the direction Khol was now limping to, Anguish reached down and retrieved the Bounty Hunter's datapad and credit purse. He then walked over to the troig bar tender.

"Call them by their names." He said stoically, his head slowly shifting between the two girls. "They have earned that much." This wasn't a suggestion. His gaze remained on the nagai female for a moment longer, before returning his attention to the troig. "Here."
Anguish put the credit purse on the table. "…this should help." His hooded head looked around the Coiled Viper interior. The awful music continued to play, but at least the gungan had finally fainted. The damage to the place was…moderate, at least in his estimation. Entertaining just the same. Work could be awfully dull otherwise.

"Do what you will with him…" he commented with some disdain after looking down at the unconscious bounty hunter. "He's served his purpose."

Anguish walked calmly towards the door, and then seemed to vanish.

Now it was time to catch up to wounded human. The trail of fear would be even easier to track than ever. Destros' mind was now quite pliable in his desperation, and so, Anguish could accomplish his real objective. The dark side favored the strong, and for the moment, it favored the young sith assassin known as Angusih.

Tag: Sith-I-5, TBC

 

Iella Draav
Serenno

Iella looked up threateningly as the woman stopped in her tracks. She slammed the glass back on the table, and gave the visibly frightened Sullustan a glance that said Don't try anything.

Slowly stepping forward, she confronted the woman. Anger flooded her body and sharpened her senses.
Before she spoke up, she raised a hand and read her every thought. Iella felt the dark Force radiate from her palm, and rush towards the woman's lungs.
The strange woman grimaced in pain.
"Jill, yes? I know this isn't your friend, so kindly go take a seat over there." she growled. "And I don't want to see your face again."

After Iella relieved the pressure, the woman coughed and fled to her table. She simply watched and fed off of Jill's fear.

Feeling somewhat satisfied, she turned back to the Sullustan and asked the question again. "Where is Ridall Ku'urn?"
He stuttered again, and frustration built up within her chest. "Where?"

"He's-- he's in a small outpost" He gulped, and began again. "West. Ask for him, t-tell them Eyan sent you." After getting the information she needed, she began to walk out of the run-down bar.

She glared threatingly at him once more, and left without another word.

OOC: I'm back! Woo! So I have a week off, so I will definitely be posting here more often

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Location: Jedi Temple Entrance, Coruscant

Anakin Shern looked at the tall buildings all around him. The city was huge here and he heard the city stretched from one side of the planet to the other. He felt over whelmed by the vastness and began to wonder if a desert dweller would be able to adapt to such a place. He knew he would, but it would take a while to learn his way around. Finally at last, he made it to the temple after fifteen years of training with his former master on Corellia, he thought to himself as he entered the large Temple looking for the person who ran the temple these days.

After several failed attempts at finding the main office and not finding anyone around to ask for directions. He slowly stumbled his way back to the entrance of the temple to wait for someone to show. He leaned against the wall as he lowered the hood of his robe. The lightsaber handle hung on his belt as it gently swayed on the hook on the belt back and forth as he leaned against the wall.

Anakin hoped someone would be by soon to show him around. He was going to need a map until he learned his way around here. He hoped they had maps.

Tag Rainbow Knight Star

 

Ic: NPCs Kello and Kimbra: Coruscant + Forces of Light Academy Interior – Intrance~

The two children had seen the Young man, and they saw that he appeared to be lost. That was easy to do in this huge place. They looked at him, then each other. Then, they walked over to him.

“Hello,” Kello said. ..Are you lost?”
“Are you afraid,” asked Kimbra with a concerned expression on her face. ..It’s alright. We’ll go see Master Joy, our Jedi Grand Master. She’ll know what to do.”
“Don’t worry,” Kimbra assured him. She’s very nice and easy to talk to.”Come with us, and we’ll take you to her,” Kello said with a grin, motioning for their guest to come walk beside them.
The boy continued. “By the way, I’m Kello, and this is my sister, Kimbra,” he said pointing to Kimbra. .. I’m seven years-old, and she’s five. We’re initiates here, and Master Joy and Master Roland, who is Master Joy’s boyfriend, well, they teach us Basic Jedi Skills.
“They’re both very good teachers,” Kimbra said. ..Master Joy use to be Master Roland’s padawan.

They were soon at the door of the Grand Master’s private quarters. Kello rang the bell, and they waited for Master Joy to come to the door and let them in.

TAG:

[JediFalcon],

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Coruscant + Forces of Light Academy Interior – Entrance/Master Joy’s quarters

Anakin watched as two children no older then five and seven approach him with frowns as he kneeled down to their heights with a smile.

“Hello,” Kello said. ..Are you lost?”
“Are you afraid,” asked Kimbra with a concerned expression on her face. ..It’s alright. We’ll go see Master Joy, our Jedi Grand Master. She’ll know what to do.”
“Don’t worry,” Kimbra assured him. She’s very nice and easy to talk to.”Come with us, and we’ll take you to her,” Kello said with a grin, motioning for their guest to come walk beside them.
The boy continued. “By the way, I’m Kello, and this is my sister, Kimbra,” he said pointing to Kimbra. .. I’m seven years-old, and she’s five. We’re initiates here, and Master Joy and Master Roland, who is Master Joy’s boyfriend, well, they teach us Basic Jedi Skills.
“They’re both very good teachers,” Kimbra said. ..Master Joy use to be Master Roland’s padawan.

Anakin smiled at the questions Kimbra and Kello asked him. They were innocent and sweet. “I’m Anakin and yes I am little lost,”he answered as he stood back up to his full height and followed Kimbra and Kello then turned his attention to Kello as they continued to walk towards the quarters. He was thankful the children knew their way around the temple. “Kimbra, to answer your question, no, I haven’t been afraid for years,” he shook his head at the thought. Not since he battled the Raiders for his very life. He stopped being afraid shortly after everything happened under Brent’s direction and guidance.

They were soon at the door of the Grand Master’s private quarters. Kello rang the bell, and they waited for Master Joy to come to the door and let them in.

Anakin smiled at the thought as what the one initiate told him. The padawan climbed into the master’s bed afterwards. He heard of this happening in the past and he suppose it could happen to anyone who shared similar interest and feelings for each other. He patiently waited for the Master to answer the door. He glanced down at Kello and Kimbra. “Any chance they have a map for this place? It’s a little confusing at first. And thank you for showing me around. I appreciate the help, you’re being very helpful.”

Tag Rainbow Knight Star

 

Iella Draav
Somewhere on Serenno

Iella followed a road carved through a forest, heading west. Light shimmered through the tree cover but barely illuminated her path.
She focused on the noises around her, trying to pick out any voices indicative of an "outpost".

After another hour of walking in the dim forest, she spotted a small cleared path. The lush greenery had been cut away, and a solar lantern hung a ways down the path.
"This must be it..." She mumbled to herself, and prepared her lightsaber and blaster. Something told her this wasn't going to be easy.

She kept walking, following the crude path, getting frustrated as she could not sense anyone nearby. "Karking liar..." she muttered, feeling the untamed anger begin to well up into her chest, her eyes beginning to blaze.

A sudden noise caught her off guard. A voice.
She immediately began to slink forward, trying to find the source of the noise. The whispering grew closer and she moved forward quickly.

And then there were ruins. A grand castle of some sort, the walls crumbling and crawling with vines. The place was abandoned, and most likely a popular refuge for the lowliest of Serenno.
Her senses finally pinpointed it, a voice inside the castle. Male. Definitely a Coruscanti. She walked around, judging her entrances, finding the perfect strategy.

A small corridor to her left stood out, and she slowly approached it, her robes billowing behind her.

It's time, Ridall. Your running days are over.

She crept into the corridor, disappearing from the forest.

The castle was just as damp as the outside air, and very little light filtered through the small windows.
A scuffle came from nearby, and she spun around.

Nothing.

She kept searching, and heard it once again, this time accompanied by a worried whisper. A large wooden door stopped her path, and she pulled out her saber.

"It's useless, scum. You've no escape. The bounty is higher if you're alive, so I'd prefer no sort of struggle."

No reply, of course. Good thing I don't mind a fight.

Iella threw her hood up, and ignited her crimson blade.
She sliced the doors hinges. They turned a neon orange before giving out.
The door fell with a deafening crash, and she sprinted in.

Tag: Sith-I-5 , Rainbow Knight Star

 

IC: NPCs: Initiates, Kello and Kimbra: Forces of Light Interior, Outside Master Joy’s quarters~

“Any chance they have a map for this place? It’s a little confusing at first. And thank you for showing me around. I appreciate the help, you’re being very helpful.”

The children laughed when Anakin asked for a map. Kimbra managed to stop laughing long enough to answer him. “A map? I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Master Joy about that.”
“We’re glad to help when we can,” Kello chimed in. ..We know how it feels to be new and feel lost. Our parents brought us here two months ago, and when we saw this place, we almost turned around and ran back to our speeder.”
“After we met Master Joy, she made us feel better, and it was a lot easier to say goodbye to Mom and Dad,” Kimbra added.
“Everything will be okay. Just wait and see, Anakin,” Kello assured the young man.

IC: Master Joy: Coruscant + Forces of Light Interior – Private Quarters~

The Jedi Grand Master had Felt the presence of someone new in the academy through the Force. Hopefully they would find their way to her quarters, so that Master Joy could get to know them, and assign them quarters and a master. The Jedi leader was always excited when new ones came to the Forces of Light, and this time was no different.

Just then, the bell rang, and Master Joy sprang from her chair. She quickly walked to the door. Opening it, she saw two children standing there. It was Initiates Kello and Kimbra. They had a young man with them.
They bowed before her, and she returned the bow. “Greetings, my friends,” Master Joy said. ..How may I help you?”

Both children tried to speak at once, but in excited tones, with huge smiles on their faces as they looked up at the Grand Master, who motioned for them to be silent and enter her quarters.
Kello gestured to Anakin to enter as well.
Master Joy pointed toward three blue chairs on the far side of the room inviting them to be seated, and the children each accepted, taking a chair, and motioning for the gentleman to also be seated. Then, Kello began to speak.
“Master Joy, this is Anakin Shern. He was lost, so we brought him to you.” “He’s very Handsome too,” Kimbra added sweetly. ..I hope he will stay here for a while.”

“Well, why don’t both of you let me talk to Anakin alone,” Master Joy said with a huge, bright smile. You’ll see him again later. All right?”
“Very well,” the children answered, rising from their seats, bowing and quietly exiting the room.

The Grand Master turned to Anakin. I am very glad to meet you, Anakin Shern,” she began. ..What brings you to the Forces of Light Jedi Academy? Do you wish to be trained in the ways of the light side of the Force? If so, how hmuch training, if any have you had?

TAG:

[JediFalcon]

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Master Joys quarters, Coruscant + Forces of Light Interior

The Grand Master turned to Anakin. I am very glad to meet you, Anakin Shern,” she began. ..What brings you to the Forces of Light Jedi Academy? Do you wish to be trained in the ways of the light side of the Force? If so, how much training, if any have you had?

Anakin smiled immediately liking the master, her attitude was a little contagious. “I was training with Master Brent Kraden on Corellia for five years. For ten years before that he helped me through some emotional tidings, to get a better grip on my feelings. He feels it would be better if I finish my training here at the Academy, as it has been my desire to so since I was nine. I discovered I am telepathic. Telekinesis and speed are my strengths. I am trained in lightsaber combat forms one to four and plan to master in forms five to seven. I wish to only to help bring and keep peace to the galaxy,” he explained with a slight smile. “I hope you accept me.”

Tag Rainbow Knight Star

 

IC: Master Joy: Forces of Light Interior, Private Quarters

The Jedi leader nodded her head in approval. “I see,” she said, looking directly at Anakin. ..Most of our people are away on missions at the moment, so while I decide who should be your master, you can go to your quarters and get settled.”

Master Joy handed him a map and a silver key with the number 36 engraved in gold on it. "We only give maps to those who end up in the Lost and Found category," she said with a laugh. “I’ll call you when I have a master for you. If there is nothing else, you are dismissed.[COLOR=#FFFAF0[/COLOR]

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[JediFalcon]

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Coruscant, Forces of Light Interior, Private Quarters

“I’ll call you when I have a master for you. If there is nothing else, you are dismissed.”

Anakin accepted the key and map and smiled at the joke. He bowed his head in respect to the Master. “Thank you, Master Joy. I appreciate it,” he walked out of the room and headed down towards room 36. He inserted the key causing the door to open. He looked around the small barren room making note he should go get his bags from the X-wing later. He walked over to the bed and sat down in a meditation poster.

Anakin took a few deep breaths as he settled deep into the Force. He felt the Force swirl inside and out of him as he a felt a calming peace settle over him. It was peaceful here, something he could get used to.

“Anakin,” a voice spoke to him as he opened his eyes and saw someone standing in front of him. “It’s time to fulfill your destiny as a Jedi.”

Anakin recognized Fress Colias from the holos he saw in the library. He felt shocked that she would come before him to deliver a message. “The family history has me on edge.”

“I can sense that much in you, young one,” Fress said in a calm voice. “You must realize you’re nothing like Carly, you have a chance to redeem the family name. It’s been years since a Shern has traveled the path of a Jedi. It is not an easy life to live or path to travel, others will be wary of you due to your gift.”

“You were close to the Skywalkers and Solos,” Anakin pointed out. “And I know that family line still exists, what if someone recognizes…”

Anakin stopped speaking as he noticed Fress’s transparent body was shaking as if laughing at something. “You must remember, that both families have as much dark history as the Shern’s do. It’s nothing to be concerned with. You do what is right and stay on the straight and narrow path. You will be fine. You remind me of Jess. I was more of a fiery temper, Jess had a much calmer manner.”

“I do?” Anakin questioned with a frown as Fress nodded with a smile. “Is that why you and Anakin got along so well?”

“Yes,” Fress answered with a widening smile. “We were constantly fighting during the padawan and master pairing. You have a history and a heritage to be proud of, Anakin. Thank you for honoring Alderaan with the crescent being carved into the handle of your lightsaber.”

Anakin unhooked the lightsaber and looked down at the lightsaber handle. He found a master crafter to have it done professionally. He looked up at Fress. “I thought it was a good way to remember that the planet existed and honor my Alderaan heritage.”

Fress gave a short nod. “It is. Good luck, Anakin. Remember I and the others will be watching over you as you travel the path. Mind your feelings and they will serve you well. May the Force be with you.”

Anakin smiled as Fress disappeared. He looked over at the window noting night had fallen already. He didn’t realize how long he was in meditation for until now. It only felt like minutes even though it was hours. He decided this was a good time to see if he can scrounge something up in the kitchen. He planned to go to his X-wing in the morning to get his things. As he walked out of the room he heard a droid beep and tweet to get his attention. “Sorry Rex, I didn’t mean to leave you at the X-wing for this long. I’m surprised you found me this quick.”

Rex raised an antenna and twittered in a sarcastic kind of tone as he indicated the bag he was dragging with him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Anakin said as he walked to the droid and placed a hand on top of his dome. “I appreciate the effort, pal. I really do,” he lifted the bag over his shoulder and walked to the room with Rex following him. “Looks like I might be stuck here for a bit until I can be assigned a new master. Why don’t you power down for the night and charge yourself. I’m going to the mess hall to get something to eat.”

Rex rolled to towards a charging outlet and plugged in as Anakin dropped the bag beside the bed. “I’ll be back later.”

Anakin stepped out of the room and walked towards the mess hall. He headed towards the cooling units knowing he missed dinner. He settled for a light snack instead and didn’t plan to miss breakfast in the morning. He walked over to a table and settled down as he prepared to eat the cold cereal. It was better then nothing and much better compared to the rations he had in the X-wing.

Tag anyone up this late in the mess hall at the temple.

 

IC: Wan Roland: Coruscant + Forces of Light Interior – Mess Hall~

A tired Master Roland stumbled into the mess hall for a snack, when he saw a young man sitting at a table, eating a bowl of cereal. After getting some for himself, the Jedi High Councilor walked over to the table. Smiling at the gentleman, he introduced himself. “Hello there. I am Master Wan Roland, High Councilor here at the Forces of Light Jedi Academy. Please, remain as you are, and forget the formalities. I since that you are a new student here. Glad to have you. May I ask your name? Mind if I join you?”

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[JediFalcon]

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Mess half Forces of Light, Coruscant

“Hello there. I am Master Wan Roland, High Councilor here at the Forces of Light Jedi Academy. Please, remain as you are, and forget the formalities. I since that you are a new student here. Glad to have you. May I ask your name? Mind if I join you?”

Anakin smiled at the older man as he gestured to the table invitingly. “Please do, I’m Anakin Shern. It’s nice to meet you, Master Roland. I lost track of the time when I was meditating. It only felt like minutes but in fact it was seven to eight hours, I was being trained by a Jedi Master, Brent Karden, he’s a Corellian, I have a desire to finish my training here,” he hesitated but felt he could trust this master. Or so he hoped his feelings were correct on the matter. “During meditation, my ascendant Fress Colias appeared before me. She fought in the Clone Wars and trained as a Jedi in the Old Republic era. She was from Alderaan. She told me not to worry about the family history too much. I guess someone from a hundred years ago caused some issues and I was feeling worried about it. No one in the family has trained as a Jedi for that long at least. She told me that I have a history and heritage to be proud of. She was one of the few to survive order sixty-six.”

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IC: Wan Roland: Forces of Light Interior, Mess Hall~

Wan took a seat across from Anakin, listening intently to his words. It was evident that this young one needed someone to talk to, and Wan had no place to be at any certain time for quite a while. When Anakin had finished speaking, the Jedi Master began his reply. Looking at him with kind eyes and a bright smile, yet speaking in a serious but tender tone, Wan said, “Anakin, just because Anakin Skywalker fell to the dark side doesn’t mean that you will. Remember, fear is a path to the dark side of the Force, so put that thought out of your mind. Anakin Skywalker allowed his feelings to control him, but it does not have to be so with you. Remember Line 1 of the Jedi Code. “There is no imotion: there is peace.” ..I was once a Sith, but not by choice. A force user, claiming to be a Jedi came to visit my parents and me, and sensed the Force within me. After convincing them to allow him to train me, he ordered me to go outside, and when I opened the door, I saw the beheaded and charred bodies of both my parents lying on the floor, and my master standing in the middle of the room, wearing an evil grin, holding a red-bladed lightsaber. I tried to run away, but my new master caught me, and he told me that the same thing would happen to me if I ever tried to leave him again. I was forced to learn the ways of darkness, and commit horrible crimes that was totally against my upbringing; killing animals and people, maiming people and lying and stealing. Men, women and children suffered and died by my hand at the orders of my cruel master. He tortured me the first time, because I was slow to obey him. I hated and despised my master, Then, when I was fourteen years-old, I snuck into my master’s room, Force choked him and stold his ship. I came here to Coruscant, and I learned the ways of the Jedi under the Grand Master’s guidance. I became a Jedi knight at twenty, and a Jedi Master at thirty. Shortly after my masterhood, I was given a seat on the Council. When my former master and other council members mysteriously left the Jedi order, I took the position of Grand Master, but my time as leader of the order didn’t last long.

I received a transmission that someone saw me kill my Sith master, and told his brother. His brother threatened to destroy the Jedi if I didn’t leave, so I left, placeing my former padawan, who had just became a Jedi master in charge by promoting her to the rank of Grand Master. I hunted my former dark master’s brother down, killed him and returned here again. I am here to stay, and if anyone threatens this academy or my lady, they will answer to me. I will not run as I did before.”

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[JediFalcon]

 

IC: Anakin Shern
Mess half Forces of Light, Coruscant

Anakin listened to the older Jedi as he explained about his past. It wasn’t his fault that he was trained as a Sith. That was understandable, but when you have someone who chooses the path willingly. That was something else. He blinked in surprised at the Anakin Skywalker reference. It never crossed his mind, he knew the Jedi turned Sith Lord was not his ascendant. It was questionable considering Carly joined Jacen Solo in the dark side. He didn’t think sex had anything to do with it considering he was interested in someone else and had a daughter. Maybe it was due to the name his parents choose. He frowned. “I’m a little confused, Anakin Skywalker as far as I know wasn’t my ascendant. Someone by the name of Carly Shern fell to the dark side and joined Jacen Solo, Anakin Skywalker’s grandson. Carly was the granddaughter to Fress and Jess Shern. Or does it have to do with the name my parents choose? The kids in the schoolyard never let me live it down. There was a baby involved, and they said after the child was born they decided to disappear from the public's eye. Said it was non-Force sensitive and they used that as an excuse to go into seclusion. But I heard it was because of Carly's actions."

Tag Rainbow Knight Star

 

IC: Lord Nelf, Destination Station[/i]
Location: Ciutric IV

Lord Nelf knelt before the supine hermit, studying him visually, and after opening his stained floral shirt with gloved fingers, by prodding his emaciated chest as well, where a purple bruise was forming.

Several pieces of garbage were embedded or stuck into the back of his clothing. Stefe caught Rasa’s gaze and shook his head sharply, indicating that she should not mention them.

“He does not appear to have damaged his ribs.” Nelf told the others, “Which is good, as that would be beyond my powers to deal with.”

He sensed that Billings did not care one way or another, so was surprised when he came back with, “What about Rasa?”

Nelf glanced sharply back at his apprentice. “What about her? She ‘s not been hurt.”

“But she has had jedi training, Boss. Maybe some of it included healing powers.” Stefe looked aside at her. “What about it, Kid?”

Nelf sighed softly. “I shall say it once more for the cheap seats; his ribs are fine.” The Inquisitor stood, aiming an open palm at the Cactus’, and started to cast Minor Healing, the purple bruise starting to fade before their eyes under the patient sprinkle of blue magical sparkles falling over him.

“Fine. I was only trying to help.”

“And that was fine, but…whoa!” The train tilted sharply to the left as it turned towards the centre of the island, tumbling the Inquisitor onto the hermit. “NOT. A fragging word.”

Anyone who looked out the front now, would see what looked like a volcano in the distance. No smoke, but rather than a peak like a mountain had, this was topped by a jagged opening.

Tag: Rasa

OOC: Admiral Volshe, no need to tag me; I was just providing interim interaction until the GM got back in the game.