IC: Jas Mirana Corsucant, Underworld, 4277 Jas stopped again and dived into a doorway recess. She breathed hard, clutching her flank. The pain from the attack was abating, but a painful stitch was taking its place. She checked back the way she had come. No sign of the pursuers. She had outpaced them and lost them amongst the maze of the lowlevs. Jas knew this was only a temporary reprieve. If the Empire were suspicious of her before, she was very much a fugitive now. She just had to make contact with someone and get off the planet. Jas paused. She was nearly within sight of the Musty Mynock, but something else had caught her attention. Her initial panic at the sight of a squad of stormtroopers was calmed as she realised they were not looking in her direction. Indeed, their attention seemed to be very much on something happening down an alleyway across the main concourse from her. Jas bit her lip. The way to the Mynock was clear, she could just scamper past the white-armoured soldiers. But what if... There were not many reasons a squad of Imperial stormtroopers would be so deep down on this level. They could very well be converging on someone Jas needed to talk to very urgently! What if it was one of the Jade Jedi themselves... or a senator still loyal to the ideals of the Republic? Walk on, not my problem, or... Or what? Jas fought an internal battle, and lost. The Or What team won. She crept closer to the backs of the stormtroopers, slipping from alcove to alcove, witnessing them invade deeper into the alleyway. Jas was keenly aware that she was unarmed and unarmoured, with just her trusty stun baton for defence, but she needed to find out what was going on here. And, if it came to it, to help whoever was in trouble... @Ktala
IC: Tink The Underworld, Level 1592 Tink felt the rising tension and the growing rumbling that was felt more than heard, and quickly decided that he would get out of the area quickly, changing his suit to give him a different structure, so that he could quickly get out of the area. The humans at this point were fully involved with the hunters, while the Purge trooper moved to a certain area, and then stopped. Whatever he was holding in his hands seemed to have gotten his attentions. As both Tink and Sar Koon could feel the rumbling in the air, the already dark area grew even darker as it looked as if a large shadow was blocking out what available light was in the area. The Humans and the fighers at first paid no attention to what was going on around them, as they were fully involved with the fight. It was not into a shout another direction got their attention. A party of the area behind them was starting to glow red, while now a few other beings, began to come into view. And they were running. Running as fast as they could, as the rumbling was now causing the buildings in the area to shake. Doors quickly started closing up. The running mob was begining to grow and heading towards and past the group that had been fighting. Fear and anger were now the most powerful of emotions now being felt in the area, as the sound and smells grew louder. Another sound like a low pitched whine could now be heard. Feeling the shaking of his own jellies at all of this Tink decided the most prudent course of action was not to follow his instincts. He could feel it yelling at him from his very nucleic core to face whatever danger this was! His training as a Jedi to draw on the Force and protect these people, but he couldn't. He had to hide, he had to survive. If he did take action and put caution aside he would at best be hunted by that Purge trooper. At worst he might draw other hiding Jedi in and get them killed. Doing his best to calm his fluttering pseudo-flagella that were circulating his internal nutrients he felt his eyes quiver in frustration. Turning he did his best to run as well. He gurgled and gave a silent scream within his suit. The galaxy was mad and he was no longer a savior, just another victim in the waves of terror. Tag: @Ktala , @Kato Sai
IC: Ker Zardos The Underworld Zard had given the old man a final nod, one last respectful farewell. Something momentous was about to happen. As always, he took a first step and allowed the currents of the Force to lead him where they would. His being was open to the ever present currents, even as he allowed himself to feel the different pulls, his senses discerning, feeling for the undertow. With each step he expanded the range of his senses, analyzing whatever tidbits of knowledge they afforded him. These were uncertain times, fraught with menace and dangers. Zard knew the locals, had knowledge of Mazy, of Dark Sun, of the Empire. But these were not the only elements at play- of that he was certain. Who were these others he’d felt briefly, but mere moments ago? He didn’t know, but he’d felt them and understood that they too had a role to play in the greater scheme of things. In the meantime, he would make sure to move about unseen, remaining alert and prepared for whatever may come. "I accept what is given and return what is due." Tag: @Ktala
Dannan Antilles The Underground, Level 1557 Dan was gasping after the interaction with the Purge Troopers. What had they done? His heart was racing, and he was almost ready to vomit. It was bad enough with the stench as the strange…ship? thing? came closer. He looked around and grimaced. He was going to have to blow his cover, although he was the only person around, apart from the Purge Troopers. Everyone else had, wisely, vanished from the area, leaving him with the two dead Hunters. He sighed, and picked up his com. “Fortress, this is Auresh-7. I have a 1138, two casualties, and an unauthorized vehicle in Sector 81, Level 1557. Request assistance.” He took another look at the identity chits of the dead women and put them away carefully with their other personal effects. Then he picked up his datapad, pulled up the camera, and quickly documented the dead women before turning it on to the thing. What was that smell? He pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his nose and mouth, not that it did a damn bit of good. With a decent picture of the vehicle, he tapped a command. /IDENTIFY. He glanced after the Purge Troopers, who hadn’t paused. What were they doing? He couldn’t do anything until he got backup and the bodies were retrieved. But this was all very confusing, and he was getting more than a little fed up. His original assignment had gone to shavit. TAG: @Ktala
Rihan Ulto The Underground, The Musty Mynock, The Underground, Level 4277 "People come in here, to try and forget whats going on out there. But them buckets come in, and try to pick us dry, not paying and telling us we should just be happy that we got a job here still." While Zana's face stayed pleasant, her knuckles were turning white from the way she was crushing the bottle she was holding. It took all Rihan's self control to not reach over and place a hand on hers. That would endanger her if someone saw, and he didn't want to do that. She slowly released the bottle and offered an apologetic grin. "Sorry. With all the craziness out there, this is about the only sane place left," she gave a sigh. "I hear you," he said, drinking a sip of a swig. Banter sorted out the patrons in short order, and Rihan absently wondered if people were even allowed to police their own places of business with the Empire sticking its nose in. Rihan tried to see if the two ruffians were human, because that might incline the Empire to involve... to be nonhuman was dangerous, now. Human Emperor, human clone army, human Empire. Separatists? Mostly nonhuman, and the media had made much of the Kaleesh General that had burned down human worlds on his march through the Core... Rihan twitched. He'd been apart of that system, not long ago. This was, at least partially, his fault. He reached over to Zana before he realised and squeezed her hand. "I need to find Ke and get him out of this. You should come." --- Ke Sera The Underground, Level 4277 "They.....murdered.....father now. Not move fast enough. They need to die!" the Bothan hissed. "Why do you care anyway?" he growled at Ke, but so far didnt try to make a grab for the detonator. Which was good, because Ke was sweating buckets and didn't think he could stand up right now. "I just get more. Not worth it to fight you." Ke sat up, leaned to pass the detonator over. "I didn't say don't fight, we need to fight the Empire, before everything we hold dear is gone, but not just for you, for me, for everyone." He gathered his breath and stood. "We just need to make it count." A firmness to his lips; a decision made. This system couldn't be reformed... it had to be broken. "I can show you how to do that." TAG: @Ktala
OOC: Ktala and I were working on a combo which never got finished. Since I was really enjoying this game, I just decided to stitch together what we had and put it up, in case anyone else wanted to read it. @Ktala, we all hope you are well, wherever you are, and hope that you'll drop in and let us know how you're doing. IC: "Sonny" The Polar Rim He was mildly surprised when the singer approached his table. As well as a bit gratified at the way her lekku were twisting across her shoulders. "Thank you for your request. Not many people know the true significance of that song." Her speaking voice was as pleasant as her singing voice. He smiled and said, "Honestly, I learned it just for the tune. It took me years to learn enough of your tongue to understand the words. Now that I do, it makes me feel like a Twi'lek patriot when I hear it, and I've only been to Ryloth for a couple of days. You know, the way you sing it, I think it'll be stuck in my head for at least another day." She smiled at the compliment. "I know the locals around here. You're not one. So, are you looking for a hop, or are you like the rest of these aces, trying to find a load?" "A small load, or a few passengers, is all I can handle. My ship is just a little Deuce Talon." He leaned forward conspiratorially and lowered his voice. "Just between you and me, I'll need some cash up front to buy enough fuel to get any farther out than Coruscant's moons. I'd buy you a drink, but the only way I could afford anything worth drinking would be to retrieve that tip I just dropped in your jar." He shrugged apologetically. The singer smiled, giving a slight nod of her head, as she gracefully slipped down to sit in the seat across from him. "Not to worry. I have to get back to singing in a few moments. I'm just on a break. And the management 'encourages' us to mingle with the patrons." She tilted her head slightly, her lekku moving slowly. "So you are looking to grab a load." She leaned back slightly, tilting her head slightly. "Well, plenty of people want off this rock. Maybe a few jumps to the moons will get you on your feet. Anything more cashworthy, would require a larger jump...but..." She takes a look around, before looking back at Sonny. "There are some folks who feeling some heat. Probably can't jump off the planet, but if you took 'em over to the other side, at least get them out the of the main city, could earn you some creds..." Sonny smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly what I was hoping for. Do you know a Bothan named Sky? He recommended this place to me, said I might find who I was looking for here." He raised his water glass in a toast to her and turned up the charm just a bit. "So far, I'd say he's given me good advice." The singer tilted her head slightly, her lekku moved behind her back more energetically "You know Sky?" She shook her head. "He was supposed to be back a day ago. Kinda worried, with all the crackdowns lately." She looked up, and then reached into her costume, pulling out a small gold token. "Show this to the bartender, and they will leave you alone. Won't have to worry about paying." She gracefully brought her fingers to her chin. "I'll do some checking. But I have to finish my shift." He reluctantly accepted the token. "Thanks, I'm in your debt. Anything I can do for you, give me a call." He handed her his card. Suddenly the place grew quiet, as a pair of men wearing black uniforms entered the place, scanning the area as they entered. The hush that fell put his hackles up. He was tempted to casually saunter out the door, but nothing was so suspicious as leaving when uniforms show up; in the last few years he'd gotten entirely too much practice at avoiding attention from law enforcement and had picked up a few things in the way of street wisdom. Not recognizing the uniforms and not wanting to be overheard asking about them, he tilted his head toward them and gave her an inquisitive look. OOC: And that's as far as we got. I'd love to pick up this character and his story again someday; it could've been a great one.
