Whatever happened to...?

[Horrified]

Nel stood in the allyway preparing himself for the task at hand. This fellow was attempting to double cross the exchange and that was dangerous. Faking his death was the only way out of his predicament and into his crew. A risk worth taking if it meant a series of adventures.

He leaned against the wall and tried to wait patiently for his crew. This may not have been the best location to meet, what with it smelling of urine and the numerous suspicious stains on the ally walls but there was nothin Nel couldn't handle on this moon. Well, he was very good a running.

He cracked his neck to the side and breathed deeply, ignoring the steanch and trying to stay inconspicuous. The plan was that he was supposed to be shot and killed on stage. Exactly when and how was like so: At the end of his set he would stay on for a few extra minutes to 'adore' his crowd, at which point he would be shot in the stomach by Deaira, who is presumably a good shot.
Of course, Jason would not die as he is wearing two things, a vest capable of protecting his body from the initial shot which was hardwired with a special circuit Nel had cooked up. The circuit would connect once the shot hit, shocking jason in a split second into a state where he would most likely stay alive.

In all honesty, Nel was pretty sure Jason would become comatose, but he was going to need a medic soon anyway. So what the hell? Still, if he didn't like jason music he might just shoot him sooner.

[Foxfire]

(Occ-sorry for the short post Going driod from here on, Not much talking just the mission)

Ryver/Taym used the shadows as best as they could even though they wore a black expansion suit that hid whether they were bot or female. Their repulser system helped for movement and quietness. All these things helped them move through the darkened streets of Nar Shaddaa.

Their scanners swept the streets looking for anyone who looked out of place to ruin the mission. As they turned down the final alleyway their scanners picked up the captian midway down. Ever so quietly the stalked up to the captian. Holding to the darkest parts of the shadows. They neither spoke to him nor made any thing that would led to noise or movement that others would see. So if any looked down the alleyway all they would see is the caption and dark shadows.

[Wayra]

Staff Sergeant Erikis Alim was cruising towards Nar Shaddaa in a beat up old ship he had been given. His face looked more rugged, having not shaven in a few days, part of his 'disguise. He was dressed in a pair of dark pants, boots, and and a white undershirt, over which was a black long-sleeved jacket. A holster was strapped to his belt, and in it was a modified heavy blaster.

Erikis could still hear the words of his commanding officer when he reported in his botched mission on Dantooine. What were you thinking, Sergeant!? How did you screw up that badly!? And here I thought you had some damn potential! He winced, and shook his head.

His new assignment was to be a 'punishment' in a small sense. On one hand, if he almost died, it might teach him a lesson. On the other, if the mission turned out to be a waste of time, it might teach him not to screw up so he could avoid grunt work. You'll still be scouting in a sense, but you'll be seen, and heard. You're to check out a message the Republic decrypted awhile back. Some sort of call for people to join a 'crew.' Normally, we wouldn't bother with such a thing, but the encryption was top-notch, it seems. Could be some dangerous characters joining up with them. I want you to go there and do a bit of spy work, make sure this 'crew,' isn't something that we have to waste resources on... Oh, by the way, go see the grease monkey, hear he's got something for you. Erikis could also remember the smirk the man had on his face. At the time, he didn't understand what it meant, but when he got to the mechanic, he understood clearly. You're to look like a low-life, so, here's your 'new' ship. The mechanic gestured to the beat up junker he sat in now. Most of the damage is aesthetic, merely meant to look broken down. It runs fine, and it has a hyperdrive and weapons system. It's not comfortable nor clean, however.. It was true, he was cramped up in the small 'cockpit.' The guise was he was a sneaky smuggler who would prove useful to the crew if they needed someone who could move undetected, and blend into a crowd. His alias was Bradley Jennings.

Erikis looked down to his hip at the blaster, I passed basic pistol training fine.. Still, it was no comfort. He felt more comfortable with his rifle, which had been taken away. He had one in the cargo hold, but this one was able to be broken down and fit into a small container. His only luggage besides a few sets of clothing and some small communications equipment.

Erikis exited hyperspace and entered into the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. He found the closest deserted platform to where he needed to be, and set down. He got out of the old ship, and headed towards the meeting point feeling uneasy and unsure.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Jason sat in a small, uncomfortable steel chair, backstage. The stage was darkened as it was being set, so the workers couldn't be seen. Right now, the final tune-ups and sound checks were being made. Jason would be on stage in four minutes. His last show. At least, his last show as Jason Brin. His eyes glanced up to the microphone that he'd have to use for singing. Good. A x-IV model, which meant it was good quality. He wanted to give his fans one hell of a show before he went out.

Jason shrugged off his over-coat, revealing a white undershirt and baggy pants with rips and tears purposely put in them for the sake of image. He reached to his left, and there were many iron rings. He slipped each one down his wrist. They were slightly larger than his forearms, so they jangled and clanged as he moved. Finally, a Rhodey approached him holding a paintbrush, holding perfectly still, Jason allowed the Rodian Rhodey to paint three dark green markings on his face.

The first one started at the tip of his ear and went in a slow arch to his eye, then arched down around the cheek to the chin. A twin was made on the other side of his face, and they connected, forming the first marking. Two more lines formed above each eye-brow, forming a line from the top of the forehead to the top of the brow then arching to connect just above the nose. The final marking was star with a surrounding circle on it; a pentagram.

The lights began to dimly glow, and a low smoke appeared on the stage. Two of the members of the band, Axle Draft and Dennis Quee, were already on stage. The fans silenced their chatter and leaned forward expectantly. Dennis Quee played a low, rhythmic sound on his base guitar. After about fifteen seconds of this, the drum joined in, adding a snap---pa to the base sounds.

An electric lead suddenly pierced through the air as the lead guitarist took a step into the light, strumming his guitar and breaking out into a heavy riff that the rest of the band quickly followed. That was Jason's cue.

He leapt up from his seat and walked toward the stage, as he passed the side-lines he took six crumpled pieces of paper into his hand. In the center of the stage, there were six long poles with oil pits at the top of them, making a path to the front of the stage. Jason walked between these two poles.

He opened his palm and focused thoughts of hate and intensity, manipulating the force around his hands, aroudn the balls of paper. Suddenly, they all simultaneously combusted, igniting into a veritable fireball, held in his hands. He laughed wickedly, walking forward with both hands diagonally to either side of him, searing flames in his grasp.

As he walked between the first set of poles, he flicked two paper balls out of his hands and they landed in the oil-pits at the top of the poles. There was a great whoosh and poof as it exploded in flames, becoming a torch that radiated heat. He repeated this process for each set of poles, lighting a burning path as he moved. The effect completely riled up the c rowd, inciting great cheering and some mash-pitting. When Jason reached the Microphone he snapped it out of its place and held it forward, leaning back and letting out a menacing laughter that trailed outward.

The music booming around him rose to a crescendo then suddenly died instantly, leaving the whole room silent.

Jason snapped forward and eyed the crowd, well lit by the burning flames now, his facial markings almost glowing eerily, "Ladies and gentlemen..." He said, in the creepiest, almost demonic, voice he could muster, "Let Me Hear the Cries of Pain!" He said, introducing the first song by title.

He slowly leaned forward, this song always started the same way, with the slow intro with that base, the drums, then the heavy riff, and then a sudden dead silence. Jason would then narrate for a few moments and the music would kick up again.

"So many souls sojourn/those who wish they'd never been born/Take my hand and swear in vain/Let me hear..." He paused, then let his voice roar out, "THE CRIES OF PAIN!"

The music suddenly blared again, once more into an epic riff. Jason cackled for about fifteen seconds, then he regained his breath, and began the first verse; it was a death metal style singing, quick and raspy;

"Lost the day and lost the game/Went to play but harbored shame/Little voice, little care/he speaks the words only dead men swear!"

He broke into the chorus then, and changed from the death metal to a clear, melodic, but somehow fitting voice, "You're the master now/Whose fate I share/And I'm locked in your whim/I cannot bear/This pain o' Lord, what is your command?" He then switched half-melodic, half screeching death-metal voice, "Let me hear, YOUR CRIES OF PAIN!"

The lead guitar and Drum suddenly took it away from there, hitting the fans with a heavy metal wall of sound. After enough of that, the second verse began,

"You walked alone on the broken glass/Your soul was free but ya let it crash/You wonder why you're in hell today?/You wonder why you were mine in a flash?/Easily controlled/Easily corrupted/You were mine from the start/And you are mine...FOREVER MORE!"

He repeated the chorus twice. That was followed with a heavy solo.

Three more repeats of the chorus, and the song was over.

( This first song was followed by three more songs; the first one was written, lyrically, by me, and the next one I'm just getting random music I love from Youtube, kay? xD

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdlzmiZpBOU )

After that, Jason started walking to the back of the stage, where a bottle of water was set out for him. He took a great swig of it, and a two minute break. Little thought of the later events had occured to him until now. He quickly walked into the back-stage, as planned. He jumped behind a veil so nobody could see his costume change. Now, he threw on a great trench coat, but before he did that, he reached down and grabbed the vest that Captain Nel had given him.

With a deep breath, he grinned and snapped it on underneath the trench coat.

[Horrified]

Nel had walked out of the allyway and into the concert hall as he awaited the interval to which Jason would change into his costume. The plan was yet to have been put into action but so far he could see no trouble or nuisence at all to do with disruptions of his plan. Deaira was yet to have been seen but Nel had noted the presence of his droid companion without raising any attention.

He had taken the back entrance and wandered through the darkened backstage of the hall, with the loudness of the concert slightly muffled by the distance at which the rooms were seperated. The backstage was mostly empty and Nel hid behind one of the flight cases used to contain the instruments, crouching slightly to lower his naturally tall height. He made a mental note of the people he had glimsped in the room.

There was one security guard, most of which were in the front protecting the rank between the band and the crowd and manning the front doors. He could deal with the security.
There was also an on-hand medic, wise at a concert as violent as this. They would be a cake walk to handle, certainly. All of the make-up artists, rodies and technicians would be either enjoying the gig themselves or getting drunk near the vehicles outside. They would not be a problem. But first, to get rid of the security.

Nel put his arm up and made a 'come hither' gesture towards R/V, indicating that they were to advance. He used his other arm to physically scan his belt, looking for somthing on hand that he could use. He settled on a screwdriver that he had almost vaporised earlier when adjusting the engines to his ship.

The room was large and had good acoustics, and thanks to the walling between the halls the gig was hardly noticable. He saw Jason walk back and change into his gear. He remained hidden and waited for him to leave, prepping the screwdriver. As soon as Jason returned to his performance he flung the tool over to the other corner of the large hall, making an audible clanging noise that would surely attract the guard. Which it inevitably did. Result.

He wandered over slowly as the guard curiously investigated the darkened corner, just in time for Nel to creep up behind him, ready with another tool. The trusty Pipe-wrench. Swift hit to the back of the head, floored instantly. Result. Nel smiled slightly and noted how cute burly, bald men looked when they were sleeping tightly with blood trickling down the back of their heads.

He removed his cloak and the leather coat and cap that the guard wore. He hid the body between some of the bozes and kitted himself out with the uniform. He bundled the coat into a large flight case where he would store Jason on his return to the ship. He also looked around, and gestured R/V to take care of the medic. The medics uniform was full enough for R/V to disguise themselves in, lucky break.

Nel also noted a large number of guitars and audio equiptment in the room. He made a mental note to steal them before he left.
He snuck between the stage curtains after pacing the room quietly for several minutes, he would have to remain hidden until the show ended. He would come on stage with R/V after Jason had been shot, pronounce him dead and take him backstage, stuff him in a flight case and carry him to the ship.

All was going acording to plan. Except the music, Nel hated his taste. Nel crouched in the darkness and bit his fingernail, waiting to hear an update from Deaira. She should be in the front by now.

Meanwhile Nel would contemplate his future crew members. Would Deaira continue her advances? Would Jason be a dangeous liability? And just how good at flying was Rogarr?

As for R/V? Well, he got on fine with them. They won't be leaving any time soon. Maybe as soon as they hit space for coruscant they could have a little get-to-know-you session. And surely coruscant would have a medic.

[Foxfire]

Ryver/Taym followed the Captian in staying in the shadows. Taym filtered the optic sensors and audio to optimum quality. Best assasins did their greatest work while it is dark and quiet or when confusion has taken over a crowd They had not killed anyone in an environment like this. They did not know why they had not before.

Ryver watched the Captian floor a guard and then take it's clothes. Ryver watched in curiousty as for the behavior of humans. Then they were signaled to take the medic. Taym was about to tell Ryver not to kill the medic, but it was to late she had his neck in her grasp. The medic was a few feet off the floor when the low sound of a neck snapping was over shadowed by the crowds words of "THE CRIES OF PAIN!".

Taym took over and removed the medic's clothes before the blood started to flow from his mouth. None came. When taym was finished Ryver took back over and dragged the medic over to a garbage shoot and dropped the lifeless body down to be processed with the other organic matterial. Ryver turned back to the captain and gave a human-like shrug of "what'. Then they waled over to an area of the back stage to await the biggest event of the singers afterlife, the shot seen around the 'verse.

[Wayra]

Erikis moved from crowd to crowd on his way to the arranged meeting place, trying not to draw attention to himself. He wasn't particularly excited about being surrounded by some of the worst scum in the universe. Especially not when the only thing had for protection was the blaster on his hip. Not the only thing. He realized, and looked downward, lifting his belt away from his waist a bit. In a small pocket on the innerside of the belt was a hold-out blaster. In case my weapon is taken.. Not that this is of much comfort. He let go of his belt, and continued onward.

Finally Erikis was standing outside of a bar with bright lights advertising it. He could hear the music coming from within, and resisted the urge to wince. Oh, joy.. He stepped inside, prepared for the stench that assailed his nostrils. He kept his gaze steady, and scanned the room quickly. Not finding any gathering he was looking for, he found a seat in the corner of the room and waited. He looked at Jason on the stage and then sighed to himself. Erikis decided to occupy himself by keeping a sharp eye out for anyone that stood out particularly. So far, he saw nothing.

Erikis took a second to familiarize himself with his new alias, as he had done many times on the way to Nar Shaddaa. My name is Bradley Jennings, I decrypted the message, albeit a bit late, and made my way here to find.. whoever. I'm a smuggler and I know how to move quietly, quickly, and while in plain sight. He readied himself and kept scanning quietly with his eyes, his face pointed towards Jason.

[Horrified]

Horrifical had heard the snap and turned around to find the medic dead and R/V walking over to dispose of the body through the garbage chute. Not as it was planned. It was supposed to be slightly more covert. The stolen gear would make the knocked out situation with the security and medic look like a theft, not in any way connected to the death of Jason.

He breathed deeply and tried not to panic. He closed his eyes and thought: If the medic was nowhere to be seen then they could assume he was in on it and had run away, they had that at least. But that didn't excuse R/V's actions. He'd deal with it later. They could speak now, so Nel turned to R/V and detailed the rest of the plan.

'Well, not quite what I expected...' He commented on the death of the poor defenseless medic. 'Please don't make a habit of that.'

He ran to the stage end of the hall and peeked in on the band. He checked the clock on his wristpad and turned back to R/V, calling to him with the rest of the plan.

Take some of the guitars and equiptment and see how much you can fit into the flight cases over there!' He called, pointing to the jumble of black boxes near the one in which the guard was stuffed. 'Load them into one of the smaller vans, we'll steal that and take it down to the ship along with Jason once we're done. I'll contact you over the comm once the show's over.'

Nel peeked back towards Jason and put the image of the dead medic out of his mind. He couldn't see Daeira in the crowd, he'd have to comm Rogarr instead, ask him what was going on and see if he could fill in.

What a crew.

[kozeph]

(Horrifical said that I should join now the crew, instead of joining in coruscant and that I take the shot, so here I am)

Kivesh walked along the sides of the large groups of people, mostly refugees, thieves and the ever common thug. The Ubese took the extra precaution to stay away from the walking masses, the number one reason was pickpockets, but the real reason was that people that walked the streets, Kivesh was like most of his race resentfully and a xenophist so it was no surprised he hated large concentrations of people. Normally one would not find the infamous Ubese bounty hunter walking the streets, hiding below a set of robes that concealed the Kivesh raven black armor, leaving only the painted skull on his helmet exposed.

Tonight Kivesh had been hired for a very unprofitable job, he had to bring dead or alive a man named Jason Brin, singer and one of the many interrogators of the exchange. Yes what made this particular contract rather distasteful was that if it failed, Kivesh could anger the exchange and end up with a bounty on his head. But the challenge was to entertaining for this hunter, Kivesh enjoyed taking unnecessary risks to prove his talents and show his superiority, often taking the hardest and less practical path possible. So it was no surprise that Kivesh accepted the bounty some angry father or brother of a victim of Jason work wanted the man preferably dead, but the offer to take Jason alive was also open. Most clients enjoyed having a up close encounter with the ones they hated or wanted gone, what they did with them was none of Kivesh business.
The Ubese was a hunter and he preferred to capture his targets alive and deliver them alive.

The Ubese found the place he was looking for, he had been stalking Jason for a week and so it was no surprise he knew that the exchange worker was having a concert. This was a perfect opportunity for Kivesh to make his move. But the Ubese wouldn't just walk in guns blazing into the concert, no he was more subtle than that. He wanted to capture the man and bring him alive to the man that contracted the Ubese to dispose of Jason. Kivesh noticed no guard at the entrance of the bar that hosted Jason "last" concert as far as the Ubese cared.

Inside it was small and packed with annoying people, behind the helm he wore constantly Kivesh face turned to one of scorn and disgust, small crowded places where among the places the Ubese hated the most, he could not stand them. The robed hunter gracefully made his way to a dark corner, avoiding each and every patron on his way, he payed no attention to the music. but from observed the room around him, checking each of what he thought were Jason's "fans" he ruled out most as trash, and made metal checks to remember the faces of the ones that could do something to hinder his plan.

Kivesh let Jason play one more song and leave to change his clothing, he waited in a dark corner away from people, the skull painted in his helm watched in silence, the Ubese made no sounds or moved...

Jason back in stage again, the band was tuning their instruments again for another round, The Ubese made his move. His hand moved like lightning and even if someone saw the blinding speed and coordination at which Kivesh hand forced the robe open and how his other hand reached out for the belt and grabbed a flash grenade, his finger expertly activated the harmless explosive and before anyone could have seen what Kivesh was doing, or actually do something the grenade was in the moving through the air, above the crowd.

BANG

a loud explosion was heard, everyone was screaming in pain, only being able to see a white light, people running around blindly not knowing what was going on. Kivesh mask filtered the light easily, he was the only person among the crowd of fans or in the stage not affected. Kivesh left hand was already drawing one of his blasters from the holsters tied to his thighs. The blaster was set to stun, Kivesh would capture his target alive...

The Ubese hunter pulled the trigger three times, and three bolts of energy surged from the blaster... flying across the panicking crowd of people and two hit Jason square in the chest while the other hit his shoulder. Kivesh said no words, he thought nothing as he pulled the trigger he was enthralled at how Jason fell.

[Foxfire]

Ryver/Taym knew that this was their que they ran on stage with med-bag in hand. Going thruogh the proper steps so that anyone on a secure cam would see a normal medic bot not a assasin bot.

They checked the vitals and found the vest worked and the singer was near death. So close that any normal being would have thought so. Just as they were going to pronounce death and get the body bag. A WI-FI transmission cam through Taym's coms and it ordered Taym to kill the traderous singer. Thankfully for them and the singer Taym's systems identified it and held it till later. But a thought accord to Taym if he was a normal bot he would have been hacked and was well on his way to killing the singer. Taking action to prevent this and return the favor to the sender Taym hatched a plan of his own.

Be quickly back hacked the signal and found the senders. They were also in the audiance. This was even better than he had hoped for. Making a spark shoot out a neck servo to look like a CPU crash Taym rose and let Ryver do her thing. At such a close range their would have been no way they would have missed. But playing the part of a Medic bot they did what they could. In the med-kit was also a hold out pistel, so the being was not just their to heal. A plant was the first sign of a well organized group, of which are about to loose a few members. Ryver fired off three rounds, of course missing while replaying the audio WI-FI of the order.

Order 66... take out the traderous singer.

Taym let out another spark from the same area and replayed a different play back.

Order 66.... delete all players order of the......Sparks again and repeats.

As they turned Taym could see the the hit men try to stop him via WI-FI but it would not stop Ryver she never listened to any being. She raised the hold out blaster and fired at them hitting the four. One in the head the other three in the chest, then turned the gun on the crowd and started to fire some more making sure not to hit any being. When the clip was empty they dropped the gun an moved over to the garbage shot and slide down and away. Away from any being that would follow. This was their worst case scenario. The others would have to fend for themselves because the officals would be looking for them and not the others.

(OCC-sorry to bail but will be out of posting range -Camping- laters)

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Jason took a few steps onto the stage, blood rushing through his body and his adrenaline pumped high. He could feel the wetness on his back from where his clothes clung to him, coated in a thin layer of sweat. He flicked the hair from his short bangs, watching as the moisture flopped away through the air.

The crowd beneath him stared with absolute euphoria. The whole room was in an altered state of consciousness; their senses were overloaded, their excitement was spiked. Jason was feeding off of the energy and excitement they gave him, and they were feeding off of the mirrored reflection of energy that oozed out of him.

Slowly, he came to the front of the stage, licking his upper and lower lips, feeling the bitter, salty taste. A grin crossed his face. He loved being on stage, it was one of the few times that he could feel truly alive, it was an addiction. Too bad this would be his last concert.

He stopped and froze up as his force senses suddenly screamed danger. He knew this was coming. He knew he’d sense it out before his team made a move to take him out, but this felt different than what he expected. He focused, and tried to lock onto the source of danger. If it was familiar…

No, not familiar; he sensed ill intent. He couldn’t decipher who it came from, but he could definitely tell…

Suddenly his head snapped over to stare at a silver ball flying through the air above the crowd. A low growl escaped Jason, this wasn’t a part of the plan, as far as he knew. The next thing that happened, he didn’t quite understand, as flashing lights exploded everywhere. Laser shots came at him, but he was already dazed and stunned by the flash bang. The whole crowd was in turmoil; and Jason was unconscious from the shots that hit him in the shoulder.

[Hotel]

Daeira was ready to go. After being given her instructions, she had gone through her different kits, putting on a short blonde wig, she added a tight black leather mini skirt, a corsette, and steel toed boots to complete her disguise. She knew that she would now look like any other screaming fan girl at the concert.

Getting in was no problem, but getting to the front.... She had to shove, elbow and stomp on the feet of hundreds of fans to get to the front. It seemed everybody wanted to be up close when the concert finally began. Well she would make sure she was up there too.

Finally she made it to the front, and not a moment too soon. The music began playing and out came Jason. It was now time to have some fun. The crowd began screaming, so she thought she would join in, just to mess with any of the crew that might have recognized her. "I LOVE YOU JASON!"

She rocked out and danced to the concert, head banging and blonde hair swirling. As the time drolled on, she knew it must be getting close to the end. She had worked out her plan perfectly, to the point it would make it look like nothing more then a crazed fan killing the object of her obsession. When Jason left she readied herself, shifting her foot slightly so she could easily pull the blaster out of the boots. But it was never to happen.

Almost as soon as he came back out a flash grenade went off. Quickly turning away from the glare, she saw Jason fall. Just lovely. She broke into action immediately. Ignoring the screaming crowd, she began to jump over, dodge, and shove past the people. And it was just her luck she managed to spy a helmed figure off in one of the corners, a blaster still visible. Rushing in his direction, she crouched down to prepare to attack. As she got within range, hoping he was still distracted by everything, she swung a roundhouse kick at his temple. She needed to render him unconscious so she could drag him back to the ship and see what the others wanted done with him.

[Horrified]

''buggerbuggerbuggerbuggerbugger'' Nel chanted as he skipped and dodged any bullets that were still flying in his direction. He scrambled over to the body of Jason as he lay barely alive. Actually, perfectly alive but immobile for the time being. It was the desired result, I guess. He had seen RV go haywire and start shooting at who he thought were some assailants. Either way, things were going tits up.

He didn't spot Rogaar in the crowd, and he just managed to glimpse Daeira. The reason he hadn't seen her was because she was blending in with the crowd. How... obvious. He scolded himself as he dragged the body offstage and backstage by the arm. Heavy lifting was not his specialty.

He managed to stuff the body into one of the containers along with the guitars and other equiptment he decided to steal and closed it. He sat atop the wheeled flightbox and pushed. Sailing across the floor and out of the building. He decided to contact the rest of the team via a small message.

Opening up the small holographic device on his wrist he tapped on it a few times. He stopped behind an allyway to send out a clear message without having to navigate the Nar Shaddaa streets atop a box. He spoke into the device slowly, hoping the team members got his message.

''Okay we got the job done but it still went totally insane towards the end. I don't know what RV was firing at and I'm not even sure Daeira owns any flash grenades. I'm going to make my way back to the ship and I expect Our new pilot to have it up and running by the time we get back there.

I'll see you all there and hopefully we can find a way to get Jason up and running again.''

Sighing to himself as the chaos still sounded behind him he wa just glad he was able to pull everyone out of there. If they could fight, which he was sure they could. By now the assassin probably thought he'd done his job and had gone by now, and the other thugs had been taken out by RV.

He pulled at the sleeve on his left wrist as the box sailed around the corner with a skillfully yet almost dangerously sharp turn by Nel. Almost blisfully unaware he was riding a half-dead body. The palm-blaster he had bought for the occasion was still unused. He was glad he wasn't doing the shooting.

[kozeph]

After taking the human down, things went a hell of a lot worse than he expected. First he saw a medical droid go beserk and start shooting everyone, then he saw a human kid come from the backstage and began dragging the unconcious corpse of Jason, why did the young human dragged the body? it was strange. Kivesh had to find out why that was happening, just as he took a step forward he noticed a human female running toward him, her stride told him she was a warrior and that refine yet powerful agility was the mark of the Echani, a group of humans the Ubese hunter actually respected, his first none-Ubese friend had been a female echani. The original owner of the pair of swords he carried around as well as the red scarf that rested in his neck. Kivesh was very familiar with them and their form of expression in combat, being a practitioner of the beginner tiers of it.

Just as she made her roundhouse kick, Kivesh raised one arm to block the kick using his unhuman speed to use a low kick to counter attack the girl aiming at her exposed knee. The Ubese hunter knew he couldn't win against someone of her caliber using only his fist or his mastery over hand to hand combat, so the hunter decided to retreat. Just as he delivered the kick he moved forward, leaving the black robe he was wearing as cover behind leaving only behind one word for the Echani "Yeta, Vell" he said as he ran past her in his native lenguage, meaning "you win warrior" his voice metallicly amplified by the exqueletical mask he wore

Kivesh with a excellent display of speed, cordination and acrobatics made his way to the stage in a amazing short time, as the main entrance was in rush hour and now one was getting inside or outside through there. He jumped to the stage expertly and didn't waste his time to exit via the emergency door, leading him into a alleyway where he saw the boy dragging a metal container away, Kivesh tilted his head to a side and watched the human in the distance, the dark hunter chose to follow the human from the shadows to see where his bounty was being taken...

[Wayra]

It always amazed Erikis, the ability for a situation to change drastically in a split second. He hadn't been expecting it though. There was the screeching music, then a bright flash. The music stopped, and the screams stopped. Rather, they were no longer screams of girlish admiration, now they were screams of terror. He was on his feet in the second after the flash, temporarily blinded. He shook himself, drew his blaster, and pushed his way through the crowd.

Pushing through the crowd was tougher than expected, and Erikis had a great degree of difficulty making headway. The crowd was very eager to get out, which made life hard for Erikis. His feet were being stepped on, he'd already tripped once, and was nearly trampled. When he was back on his feet he saw the goings on at the stage. Clearly this was what he was here for. When he finally got through the crowd, the singer was gone. He noticed a figure running back stage however, and jumped up to the stage, following. Erikis was led to a back alley, and dashed toward the direction of the figure. He holstered his blaster, not wanting to give the wrong impression.