Post by kreyopresny on Sept 25, 2011 21:44:14 GMT -5
*SLAM!!*
Terest jerked her head to the right, towards a loud crash coming from outside the dingy sabaac cantina where she was relaxing. Curious, she poked her bald head, complete with short blue tinged horns, through the door to spot several Sith gathered around a recently relocated boulder, undoubtedly the source of the noise. Her interest was sparked further as one leaped out from the dust cloud towards another, his lightsabers drawn. Always excited for a good fight, and wishing to watch the action unfold, she left the cantina, making her way to the Dreshdae rooftops. A few Force assisstedf leaps later, the Zabrak hung her long legs off the edge of a second story roof on the edge of town. Settling into her perch, she scanned the scene and found the two combatants facing off, one high on a rocky perch, the other standing below him, his back turned towards Terest. While she couldn't hear them, she assumed that one or the other was making some long-winded speech; just as her former "Master" used to do, though she doubted they so valued his flare for the dramatic.
These Sith sure do love the sound of their own voices...
Suddenly there was some slight action among the other nearby observers and Terest sensed, even with her muted sensory abilities, a large building of Force power coming from the group and leaned forward in anticipation of what would happen next. It appeared the entire group was about to gang up on the man with the high ground. Idly, she wondered what he'd done to deserve such treatment. She was hoping for a show, and a 3 on 1 fight would hardly be a worthy spectacle. She dropped silently from the roof top, and began to circle around the edge of the impromptu battlefield. She was closer now than she liked, but hoped they were too distracted to notice her. She wouldn't involve herself unless the fight got too dull. She settled back onto a rock, and crossed her gauntleted arms in front of her, the familiar weight of her lightsabers clipped to the gauntlets settling against her.
Terest jerked her head to the right, towards a loud crash coming from outside the dingy sabaac cantina where she was relaxing. Curious, she poked her bald head, complete with short blue tinged horns, through the door to spot several Sith gathered around a recently relocated boulder, undoubtedly the source of the noise. Her interest was sparked further as one leaped out from the dust cloud towards another, his lightsabers drawn. Always excited for a good fight, and wishing to watch the action unfold, she left the cantina, making her way to the Dreshdae rooftops. A few Force assisstedf leaps later, the Zabrak hung her long legs off the edge of a second story roof on the edge of town. Settling into her perch, she scanned the scene and found the two combatants facing off, one high on a rocky perch, the other standing below him, his back turned towards Terest. While she couldn't hear them, she assumed that one or the other was making some long-winded speech; just as her former "Master" used to do, though she doubted they so valued his flare for the dramatic.
These Sith sure do love the sound of their own voices...
Suddenly there was some slight action among the other nearby observers and Terest sensed, even with her muted sensory abilities, a large building of Force power coming from the group and leaned forward in anticipation of what would happen next. It appeared the entire group was about to gang up on the man with the high ground. Idly, she wondered what he'd done to deserve such treatment. She was hoping for a show, and a 3 on 1 fight would hardly be a worthy spectacle. She dropped silently from the roof top, and began to circle around the edge of the impromptu battlefield. She was closer now than she liked, but hoped they were too distracted to notice her. She wouldn't involve herself unless the fight got too dull. She settled back onto a rock, and crossed her gauntleted arms in front of her, the familiar weight of her lightsabers clipped to the gauntlets settling against her.