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Jul 15, 2009 3:22:40 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 15, 2009 3:22:40 GMT -5
The sleek and shined chromium form of the Sundered Star slid into the atmosphere of Tatooine with a regal grace as it made its controlled decent to Tatooine's surface. The reflective metal that had been coated over the relatively thin craft's armor for nothing more than aesthetic values reflected the bronzed sand of the dune sea as the ship passed over it towards Mos Espa. Ryn slowly made his way up to the cockpit, putting his hand on the shoulder of the seat, and looked out of the view port as the city just came into view. The man looked down at his armor, the same set that he received on Korriban, and smirked slightly. He did his own paint scheme after leaving the Order... and to say that he was proud of it was an understatement.
“Apparently there is a rather big bounty that Greegar the hutt is offering up. As much as I loathe the notion of working for such a creature we need the credits to keep the ship afloat. And it seems that we need to build somewhat of a reputation amongst the low lives and scum of the universe before we can start receiving respectable work from our clientèle.”
Another sigh forced its way out of his throat as he shifted his gaze down to the blonde who sat before him. He didn't know what it was, but there was just something that attracted him to her, be it magnetism or something of that nature, he couldn't be sure. He hadn't even technically seen her face yet, all that his unseeing eyes have seen was her aura... her magnificently beautiful aura. Perhaps it was the soft golden hue of the aura that clung to her body? The blind man nodded to himself as he slunk past her seat and sat himself down in the adjacent co-pilot's seat.
A soft blush crept across the man's otherwise stoic face as he shifted his gaze about her form. Sure, he couldn't exactly make out her features, but he could see the basic shapes and curves of her body. From what he could see, which was very little, she was beautiful. The fledgling fire was quickly being stoked into an inferno in his cheeks the longer that he held his gaze on her. He knew that it was unlikely that she could tell that he was looking at her, he made it appear that he was looking at the view port, but he was looking at the woman via the corner of his eye.
The man managed to tear his gaze away from his companion long enough to see that a simulacrum of the Hutt who had contacted them popped up before him. If it weren't for his Jedi training it was very likely that a scoff would have flashed across his face upon seeing the pompous and corpulent form of the creature. The ugly language of huttese flowed off of the creatures fat cylindrical tongue in waves of corruption and greed, only to be translated into basic a few moments later.
“Ahh, the bounty hunter that I contacted. I have arranged for a spot to be kept open for you in the city of Mos Espa.”
“Is there some reason why we cannot strike a deal from here? I prefer meetings in person as much as well, but I am pressed on time.”
Ryn was, of course, lying through his teeth. He heard stories of how easy it was to enrage a hutt, and doing so within his lair was far from advisable. The ex-Jedi also knew for a fact that this particular hutt had a pitt-rancor blow his throne room. While Ryn may be able to contend with the creature fairly easily, Sam could not.
“Sundar, we either meet in person or the contract is off.”
“Alright, then we meet in person.”
The Jedi gave a sigh as the communication winked off. The urge to have Sam turn around and simply leave was high. But he couldn't. Not now. He couldn't afford a black mark on his name, especially at such an early stage in his career. Career. How had it come to this? The man went from being a Jedi Knight of the Order to a dishonorable Bounty Hunter in a month. No. Not a dishonorable bounty hunter. Or a disreputable merc. He would either do his job well and honorably, or not at all. It was just as easy to exile himself to a forgotten world after all.
It wasn't long until the chrome-laced ship touched down on the designated space-port. Ryn looked over at the woman and allowed a small smile to grace his lips, she was such a good pilot. He ensured that the smile would disappear if she happened to look over to meet his gaze, he was a Jedi... not meant to smile.
“Well, I suppose that we should get going, hutts are known for many things, patience is not among them.”
Ryn slowly stood up and slunk past Sam's seat, front facing her, and moved towards the large exit ramp just aft of her position. The blind Jedi grabbed his helmet and slipped it over his head as he passed, luckily he had managed to figure out some of the ins and outs of the suits features. The rather loud pang of his boots of mandalorain iron hitting the durasteel ramp resonated through the inside of the Star as he descended down the ramp. Once at the base of the ramp Ryn shifted his gaze back up to Sam, watching her through the walls. He would wait for her to come with him...
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Jul 15, 2009 3:36:16 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Jul 15, 2009 3:36:16 GMT -5
Ana closed up the repair shop, lowering the tarps, closing the umbrella that stood over buckets of spare parts, dragging her bins inside. The wind howled through the lower levels of Mos Espa, whipping her hair around her face and stinging her with the little grains of sand it carried.
She wondered for a moment if the end of one month and beginning of the next had always been signaled by a bit of stirring in the wind. She felt, logically, that it was probably true as the month was determined by the varying cycles of planetary placement and the twin suns. She just wished... that cause her to pause, a wish. Ana quickly traced through her life to see if there were any instances she could come up with that had caused her to wish.
Birthdays... I used to wish on my birthday for a new surprise to build. Something challenging... Asp was the best answer to that wish
Ana dragged her thoughts back on track. She wished it wouldn't storm, or blow, or whatever it did. It reminded her of what was coming. And reminded her of how helpless she was to stop it. How can you stop something you don't even understand? And what good is a droid at explaining the mechanics of rape, if they can't even be relied upon to explain the proper NOT traumatic experience. And though Ana loved Geegee, she had to admit, when it came to helping her feel better or even understand what she felt about all this, the droid failed miserably.
Everything was stowed as the young woman leaned a heavy board up against the broken doorway and braced it with a bin. Ana moved back into the shop and sat down to tinker at Asp a bit. He was talking so long fix, and she knew it was because she didn't have the money to afford the parts she needed.
The wind blew a bit of debris into her make-shift door, and she jumped, turning and knocking everything onto the floor. She knelt with a sight and began to collect the spilt pieces. Another wish, she had been doing that more lately she noted, flittered across her mind, she wished she had a mother. She had seen them with their children. And right now she could do, she thought with one of those motions she saw them do where they wrapped their arms around their children when they were hurt. She was hurt, she was going to be hurting a lot more and the thought made a nauseating shudder run through her body. She felt very much alone.
(rawr, it is stealed from SoD)
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Jul 15, 2009 7:51:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 15, 2009 7:51:55 GMT -5
Sam had returned to the cockpit of the beautiful ship, at least, that’s what she thought anyway, as it had exited the hyperspace tunnel over Tatooine. Sleek and powerful, she wasn’t a fighter, but this baby purred and from what she’d seen getting them past that Sith blockade…well, she had a drive, a need to fly and fly fast. The, now red headed, woman had settled herself comfortably in the pilot seat and, as her hands moved easily over the control panel, she thought that the Nabooians sure did know how to make a ship feel luxurious…even a freighter. She also thought how good it was to be away from Stenner. She missed her father’s coat, she hated the man for getting rid of it, and she didn’t like herself any for breaking a promise to him, but she just couldn’t take being around him. Her hide, and that of her friend…the former major, were worth more than some stupid promise anyway.
She sighed a bit as she gazed out over the golden sands of the planet below. Uck, sand was almost as bad as snow to her, but at least with sand you were warm…she’d rather be warm than cold any day. Ryn had appeared, seemingly by magic, behind her, his hand coming to rest on the seat back. Startled, she jumped a bit and chuckled. He was talking about the Hutt that had offered up a bounty of some kind, and about how they needed the credits to keep the ship running and build a reputation…then he mentioned the “low lives and scum of the universe” and she sighed heavily. He still didn’t know who he was talking to…he didn’t know about her past, that she’d been one of those very “low lives” he seemed to find so distasteful.
I know Ryn. Trust me, of all the people you could have met, I know about as much as there is to know about all of this as someone my age can.
She left it at that.
At one point in her life, she’d enjoyed her time as an outlaw…a fringer…always beating the odds. That’s what Corellians lived for after all, and she wasn’t much different. Following the odds, letting them control you, that was no fun…it wasn’t a challenge. Anyone could follow the odds, but it took someone with guts to challenge them…and win. As she’d gotten older, however, that life had become jaded for her. That had only been enhanced by the occasions she’d dealt with pirates, the final straw being her father’s death. Ryn’s movement into the seat beside her brought the woman back out of her thoughts and she yawned slightly as she saw Mos Espa coming up over the horizon. Bringing her hand away from her mouth again as she looked up at the readouts for the ship before noticing they were being hailed.
That’s our Hutt, Ryn.
Her voice was easy, laid back even, and she relaxed back against the seat. Lucky for the former jedi, Samantha’s attention was on flying, and not on where he was or wasn’t looking. His blushing had gone unnoticed, saving him from prying questions. Instead she flipped the switch on the consol that allowed the small holo of the Hutt to appear. Blinking over at it, she smiled and nodded pleasantly to the hutt as she listened to what it had to say, the translator giving a more rough translation of it’s words. She laced her fingers together, her hands resting at the back of her head casually as she took the breath to greet the hutt in return…but Ryn had beat her to it.
--Ryn…why couldn’t you have just…I hope he’s more careful than that at the palace…that Hutt’ll eat us alive if he isn’t. Maybe, if we’re lucky, this Greegar will let me translate…for Ryn…
She remained silent through the short conversation, the feed cutting from the Hutt’s side. Within moments, the location and permission for the landing pad blinked through the system at her and she gazed past Ryn at it for a moment before making her course adjustments. One hand gripped the controls lightly as she maneuvered the ship around to line the ramp up with the exit to the landing space allotted them as her other hand moved about the control panel, switching off all unnecessary systems and continuing the landing sequence, the struts sliding smoothly from their places just before she touched down lightly, letting the ship settle comfortably. Powering down the last of the systems and lowering the ramp, she patted the consol lightly.
--Good girl--
She thought happily to the ship, before standing and stretching, glad to be up and about once again. Another yawn escaped her, and she pondered just what she’d do for something to hide her figure. The last thing they needed was a Hutt eyeing her as a potential slave. Pulling her hair back and twisting it up into a tight bun, she tied it there before following Ryn. For now, she’d have to sell Ean’s coat to get what she needed.
Yes I know, Ryn. You’ll find I know quite a bit more than you give me credit for. Unfortunately, there’s one stop we have to make first. It won’t take long, but it’s the best for both of us if I hide as much of myself as I can. Follow me.
If she remembered correctly there were a few shops close by where she could buy a covering to help mask her curves. Tossing Ean’s old coat over her arm, she headed off into the bustling city. All manner of beings milled about the dusty streets, some on speeders, others on (or leading) pack animals, most walking, but all of them going about their own lives…it was like returning home. She found the shop that she needed easily enough, barely a stones throw from the ship, and she ducked into the cool interior. Glancing around once after her eyes adjusted, Sam nodded to herself as she made her way over to a small rack of drapes, wraps, and ponchos. Pulling out one of the longer, and larger, wraps, she gave it a once over. The sturdy woven cloth was lined with leather to keep the edges from fraying telling her it was good quality, it was also a size and cut that would allow her to wrap it about herself enough to cover the majority of herself if she needed, and it was thick enough to keep off the beating sun, the driving rain, or the harsh cold…yes, this one would do nicely. Taking the green, brown and black wrap to the shop keeper, she settled it down on the counter.
Che copah bedwanna?
“Duhonocha…”
Sam sighed…20 huh? She gazed at the coat. It should be worth a bit more than that. Maybe she could get 40 out of it?
<< Okay…44 for the coat.>>
The rodian eyed it warily before grabbing it and turning it over in his hands.
<< “36 then…it’s only worth that much.” >>
Sam scoffed and snatched the coat back.
<< I’ll take my business to the next shop then, thanks. >>
<< “40! 40 is the offer.” >>
Sam narrowed her eyes, trying very hard not to look pleased with herself…it was working since the rodian seemed on edge. Finally she nodded and set the coat down again.
<< 16 back then…I’m taking the wrap as well. >>
The rodian nodded, pleased, and shoved the wrap in her direction after taking the hanger. Next came the money, and she dropped it swiftly into her pocket before grabbing the wrap and heading outside once again. Skillfully, she folded the material about herself, a bit about her neck, a flip of material over her shoulder, a fold at her waist another bit at her neck, a twist at the other shoulder and most of her down to just below the hips was covered.
Well, Ryn, where to now?
She asked, looking up at the armored jedi and waiting for further instructions.
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Jul 15, 2009 13:40:16 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 15, 2009 13:40:16 GMT -5
The crowd roared it's support and jeers in a number of languages. It all blended together into an unintelligible white noise, drowned out by the ringing in her ears. Compared to that, the sound of the crowd was like soft waves on a beach. Her vision blurred as she tried to wipe the sweat from her eyes. Flashes of light popped around the arena. Advertisements were scrolling and flashing neon on signs, trying to pull her focus. She could taste iron on her tongue. Turning her head to the side, she spit and red collided against the dirt. Her jaw ached. She couldn't take another hit like that. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Vesta hadn't counted on actually being in this tournament. She had tried hard to avoid it. But jobs on merchant ships were scarce, and she was running dangerously low on credits. Reluctantly, she had spent almost all that she had for transport to Tatooine. She enrolled as a contestant, and prayed that she might survive long enough to make some money.
Her first few fights had been easy enough. Vesta blazed through the inexperienced fighters with ease. But if she wanted any money, she'd have to keep going, facing more and more dangerous foes. Her progress had not gone unnoticed, and soon enough, Vesta was approached by men who represented an "investor". This is what Vesta had feared. When fighting became more than just two people laying into each other. Of course, coming to talk to her was more of a display of power than anything else. She had no say in these negotiations, the decision had already been made.
She continued to advance through the tournament, aided no doubt by the help of the mysterious investor. Days passed, fight after fight. They were a challenge, sure, but she always won, and something inside her said it wasn't entirely her skill that defeated them. But something else inside of her pushed her on. She was not without her pride. And the higher up she climbed, the bigger the prize. Greed had seized her heart.
The night before the final fight, she was visited again by the investor's business representatives, and their big muscled thugs. She was told that she had done well, and that she would be rewarded soon enough. All she had to do was throw the fight. Again, she didn't actually have a choice. If she didn't comply, someone would be around shortly to end her. She didn't sleep well.
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The bell rang over the din with three sharp strikes, signaling the end of the round. Vesta collapsed on the seat in her corner, accepting the water that was offered to her. She spit again, this time into a bucket, and the red swirled like smoke in the water. No words were spoken with her coach. He was on the investor's payroll, and this next round was when Vesta was scheduled to lose. In her state, she was considering it.
It would be so easy. Just take the hit, fall, and count to ten. She could walk away with a considerably sum of money. Not to mention that she could simply walk away with her life. The alternative wasn't exactly appealing. But that something inside of her was stirring. A defiance. She wanted to win, had to win. Even if the very fact that she was in this last fight was because of the investor, she could still win.
The bell rang over the din with three sharp strikes. Before she was even fully standing, the stool was pulled out from the ring. She had no one at her back. No one but herself to cheer her on. Maybe some people in the crowd wanted her to win. But it wasn't about her. It was about the credits. The only one really pulling for Vesta was herself. Was that enough?
Her giant opponent approached. Maybe he knew he was to win, maybe not, but he sure didn't seem to care either way. This guy just wanted to hurt. And he was doing a fare job. Granted, of course, Vesta's heritage made the damage against her a little more considerable. Just glancing blows were like direct hits to her. And she was getting tired. Her movements, usually swift and graceful like an intricate dance, were getting slower. She might have once been a blur of motion, but now she was simply fast. And with an opponent like this, that wasn't enough.
Case in point, Vesta soon suffered a devastating strike to her side not more than a few minutes into the round. She was sure her ribs were broken. Her breath came in raspy gasps. Bending came at a sharp cost. Through the sweat and blood, her strikes were not as precise, and so the intended effects were lessened. She should just give up. The pain was too much, the arena too hot. Areas of black were forming at the edges of her vision. It would be so easy to give in. Just take the hit and count to ten. She could already feel her eyes closing, letting the black flood over her.
NO!
Turn. Duck. Bend. Strike. Dodge. Her movements were guided, almost controlled by something else. But that wasn't right. There was influence, but it was not entirely outside of her. It came from her, through her, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that her eyes were still closed, yet she was not being hit, she was not laid out on the ground. She was fighting back. The force. That is what it was. Jasper had explained it to her so many times, in so many ways, yet it still managed to surprise her. If she grasped for it it would slip through her fingers like smoke. Yet sometimes, it would charge through her with the strength of an exploding star.
Her opponent swung with enormous strength, sure that this would be the blow to win the match. Vesta's eyes opened to watch his fist, not much smaller than her head, move in slow motion on a dangerous collision course with her jaw. Without hesitance, she shifted her weight on her feet, turning her body to the left and bringing her open palm up. As the fist moved past her face, slight pressure from her palm redirected its trajectory away from her. The momentum turned the man's whole body so that he was now facing away from her, and she stood just behind and to the left of him with his arm out in front of her.
One hand pressed into the bend of his elbow, hitting a nerve to loosen the joint so that she could rotate the man's arm with her other hand, bending against the wrist. It was as if he could provide no resistance. His arm bent into a painful triangle that was being pulled upward now behind his back. Vesta held the man, twice her size, with only one hand. A power pulsed inside of her and seemed to pull outward through her hands, her feet.
One of those feet struck hard into the back of the man's knee, knocking him to the ground as she continued to hold his arm behind his back. When he tried to stop her with his other arm, a quick jab to the armpit with the tips of her fingers caused the limb to fall limp at his side. Any struggle he made was met with a sharp pain as Vesta strained his one arm near to the point of pulling it from its socket.
Standing behind the kneeling man, Vesta was oblivious to the crowds who had suddenly jumped to their feet around the ring. Some were barely containing their excitement, others showed their anger openly on their faces. Guards struggled to hold the mob at bay. All that Vesta could hear was her heartbeat and her own breathing. She brought up her hand, palm and fingers rigid and straight. And with serpentine speed, brought it down at the base of the man's neck. Nerves were fired and overwhelmed. The man's eyes rolled back into his head. She released his arm, and he continued there for a moment on his knees before falling to the ground.
The official counted to ten. The bell ran over the din with five sharp strikes. Vesta's arm was raised into the air. Pops and flashes of light bombarded her. Only then did she realize what she had done. She shivered as the fear rang through her mind. Suddenly, she could see those who represented the investor, as if they had materialized out of thin air. They lurked behind the first few rows in the crowd, their eyes never wandering from her. She was done. She had won the fight, but at what cost?
The award ceremony passed in a haze. Vesta couldn't find a place to look where they weren't there, watching her. She collected her winnings and retreated to the locker rooms. Any moment, they would be there, ready to end her life. What could she do? What other choice was there but to run? She found a back door out of the locker room that led down a fairly empty alleyway. She had no choice. The door closed quick and silent behind her.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Jul 16, 2009 17:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 16, 2009 17:50:00 GMT -5
Ryn quirked a brow at the woman's thoughts, then at her words. It appeared that the woman with the yellow aura was more than meets the eye. Which was not litteral of course, unless everyone saw her with that utterly beautiful soft-yellow aura that was pleasing to the blind-eye. He gave her a slight nod followed by a motion of his hand that said “lead the way.” Unfortunately that motion spurred a lance of pain that shot from his pectoral muscle up to his brain, rending at his flesh along the way. He had been shot there, and in a few other places, while helping Sam escape from that bounty hunter. It was worth it, though, she was safe... and away from the wrath of that idiot man.
For now.
A small feeling in his gut told him that he had not seen the last of that large, but stupid, bounty hunter. It was not a matter of “if” but simply a matter of “when.” He gave a slight sigh as he clipped the thin cylinder to his belt. He doubted that anyone would believe that he was a Jedi, probably just a bounty hunter that slew one and took his lightsaber as a trophy. No Jedi wore armor, and there was no Mandalorian Jedi.
The shop that he followed Sam into seemed to be a nice enough place, built of the general Tatooine pearly white stone with smoth-curved style. He meandered around the shop's merchandise, most of which seemed to be clothes of all sorts. His ear perked up at her when she replied to the Rodian in his own tongue. He slowly turned his head to gaze at the woman through the translucent (for him) Mandalorian scout helmet. She was right. Samantha knew far more than he knew she did. He listened to the little exchange in Huttese for a bit before turning back to look at the merchandise.
He happened to see something peculiar through the wall. It was a single female form, one that was fairly luminous (probably a force-sensitive) that just walked through the back door of one of the buildings that was not too far away. The alley only had one exit, and that exit happened to be guarded by more than a few of malevolent looking auras that clung to the bodies of men who were far larger than the feminine form. He turned back to Sam and, without a word, brought his index finger up to hover over his mouth. Or where his mouth would be if it wasn't covered by the Mandalorian Iron. Sam obviously didn't have to listen to him, but if she followed him there was the slight chance that she could be hurt. He then silently shifted his hand so that an open palm was facing the woman, signaling her to stay there.
The Mandalorian Iron clad Jedi stepped outside of the building and over towards the small group of thug-like men who were apparently waiting for the feminine form. He seriously doubted that she had this many men on her payroll, unless she happened to be some crime lord. Though, why would they be facing towards her if they were on her payroll? Stark white pools narrowed slightly behind their T-visor as they scrutinized the small group. He could tell the way that they shifted back and forth, waiting for the woman to come close enough for them to grab... presumably. Then one stepped out into the middle of the alleyway, he was a particularly large fellow... and had the aura or a Rancor.
“You shouldda threw that fight.”
That was all the evidence that Ryn needed to open up a can of whoop-bantha on the small group of six thugs. And open up a can of whoop-bantha he did. A fairly large one. Ryn's gloved fingers laced around the thin cylinder at his hip and slowly pulled it off of its clip as he walked up behind the thug. He pressed the end of the cylinder into the small of his back before fingering the activation button. A blue star burned to life at the end of the cylinder, searing a path through his body and easily out his abdomen. The dragged the line of plasma upwards through the man's brain and out of his head before he spun around, the various wounds that he received on Mygeeto screamed out at him to stop. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Stopping now meant death, probably for him, for the woman, and for Sam. The former he could handle, but he most certainly couldn't allow the second, and especially not the third.
He then ignited the second blade on the opposite end of the hilt and threw it at a second man like a spear of light and plasma. The man didn't make a sound as the thing skewered his throat like he was some kind of lightsaber-kebab, and he almost instantly crumpled to the ground, the hilt of the lightsaber now burrowed into his neck. That left 3 thugs to deal with. He quickly stepped back into the alley and held his hands outwards. This wasn't to show that he was surrendering, no, he was working to turn his mental defenses into a corporeal barrier that would ward off any blaster bolts they threw out. That was when one of the enraged thugs unleashed a maelstrom of blaster bolts at what looked to be the “mandalorian bounty hunter.” Though it seemed that the flurries of red, green, and blue were striking against some kind of invisible shield.
Ryn hadn't quite mastered the art of Force Deflection, though he could keep it up for quite awhile. Despite the fact that it took great focus and energy to keep up... and he didn't have long before the barrier that his mind put up failed...
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 17, 2009 5:30:42 GMT -5
Oh yes, Sam caught his meaning, but she wasn’t about to be left behind…not entirely…while he went and dealt with…whatever problem was outside. Making a face, she loosened the recently acquired blaster in her belt. She didn’t have a holster yet, so she’d had to tuck it into the back of it. Following him quietly outside, the woman simply leaned casually against the wall of the shop and watched. Burly men were blocking the end of an alleyway, threatening…what looked to be…a very battered woman fighter. Something about throwing a fight…
Sharks…
Stupid, opportunistic, worth less than the sand and gravel beneath her feet people who collected upon debts owed themselves or their employers. Huffing a slight sigh, Samantha casually slipped one hand behind her back beneath that long wrap. Done surreptitiously, the movement would hardly be noticed by anyone, even as she brought the blaster out of her belt with a twist of her wrist and around to the front of her, folding her arms across her chest beneath the wrap, the weapon pointed downward so that no one would see its bulk. The woman watched passively as Ryn decided he felt the need to slaughter the men in the alley. It was almost a shame…no doubt some of them had families, and some of them had likely been pressured into their service, but that didn’t make them any more of a good person…so it was only ALMOST a shame.
He had gone about slicing up a second man and harpooning another before returning to the alley into the midst of an array of blaster bolts. Sighing again, she figured she’d even things out a bit….okay, well not really even, but things would certainly be in Ryn’s favor if she got her shots off. With one swift motion, the blaster was out and she’d already taken her aim, firing it at the first man’s head. The next two shots were fairly simple, hardly aimed, but still fairly accurate. Both bolts went whizzing toward the weapon hands of the men firing at Ryn before darting away from where she had just been standing. No, she wasn’t stupid…she wasn’t about to just stand there when she’d just opened fire, killing one and knocking the weapon from another…she hadn’t been able to tell if she’d gotten the third shot on target or not since she’d already started moving.
Her sudden movement had the green and brown wrap moving around her as she found herself a nice little niche in a near by building’s wall. At least from here she could see what was happening without being in direct fire range. Even in her military days she’d been good at urban combat…there was a lot to use to your advantage. Keeping her back firmly pressed to the small corner she was in, she checked the other direction. Citizens of Mos Espa were already darting for cover from the saber, then the blaster bolts that followed.
--So much for making a quiet entrance…the Hutt’s just gonna LOVE this…--
Sam sighed to herself and shook her head slightly before turning it back in the direction of Ryn and the other woman. One down, two to go…and at least one of the two unarmed. She just hoped no more of those goons showed their faces.
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Jul 20, 2009 12:26:30 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 20, 2009 12:26:30 GMT -5
She came to a skidding halt at the sound of the thug's voice. So worried had she been about who might be behind her, she didn't even think about looking ahead. But Vesta barely had time to register what the man had said. The alley was suddenly flooded with a bright searing light. She was sure she had been shot. But she felt nothing. She opened her eyes which had closed agaisnt the sudden brightness and was met by an amazing sight.
A man, clad in Mandalorian armor, was fighting the thugs with what looked like a lightsaber. For what seemed like a long time, Vesta simply stood in wide-eyed shock as the scene unfolded before her. Who was this guy? And why was he here fighting the thugs? Was there already a bounty on her head, and this Mando had come to claim it, even by fighting off the group.
And then there was more blaster fire. Vesta looked around until she saw a woman firing at the thugs? ANOTHER ONE!? No, that must be the Mando's partner. And she was a good shot, hitting one of the thugs' gun hands. But in the confusion, Vesta forgot to be on her guard, and suddenly a strong arm had wrapped itself around her, pinning her arms to her sides and squeezing the air from her lungs. She couldn't even scream. Then a blaster was helf to her temple and Vesta froze for a moment, afraid she was about to be shot. But the shot again never came.
It seemed the thug was backing down the alley, moving back towards the door she had escaped through... back towards the gang leaders and other people who wanted her head for not throwing the fight. She couldn't have that. She might be at the point of death under this thug's blaster, but only slow and painful death awaited her if she let him have his way.
Vesta kicked her leg out forward and brought it back swiftly against the man's knee. It was enough to make him loosen his grip around her and for her to free an arm. She batted the blaster away from her head, and the shot that issued as she did barely missed her and dug into the wall of the alley. She then brought her arm back and down agaisnt the base of the man's neck where it met his shoulder, pinching a nerve. This made the man drop her. Now free of his grasp, she danced in a practiced circular step around behind him, her hands connecting with vital pressure points as she did so. By the time she was done, the man was on his knees and falling face first into the dirt of the alley floor, entirely unconscious.
Vesta whirled around, ready to continue her defense, but the thug who's blaster had been shot out of his hand was already running back to the arena door, metaphorical tail between his legs. So Vesta instead turned towards the Mando and the other woman. They had a lightsaber and a blaster on their side, and she had only her fists. But she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
N'jurkad. (don't mess with me)
It was a bold statement, considering she was outnumbered and outmatched. But Vesta said it with a steady voice. She didn't grow up Mandalorian, nor was she ever really part of the culture, but she and Jasper lived peacefully among the Mandalorians long enough to learn quite a bit about them. She and Jasper were somewhat accepted among the farmers they lived near. She knew how they respected honor. So maybe her threat would appeal to his better nature.... probably not.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 22, 2009 16:14:16 GMT -5
Ryn's outstretched hands slowly began to creep back towards his body, he could feel the telekinetic shield that he put up begin to fail. That, and he knew his mental limits. The boy always tried to push them, yes, but by keeping up the barrier of Force Deflection any longer he would be pushing his limits too far. Which wasn't good. It seemed like his bulwark had only dissolved for a moment before the screech of a blaster pistol discharging its plasma ripped at his ears. He closed his eyes (though he could still see through the lids xD), preparing for the inevitable burning of the plasma rending his skin apart. But it never came.
Instead, he saw a trio of florescent colored blaster bolts fly in and hit one man in the brain pan. Ryn simply watched as the aura that clung to his body slowly faded from his site, revealing the features of the now cooling carrion with every passing minute. Then the second lance of plasma slammed into the weapon of another man, and completely missing the third man. It missed mostly because the third man was already running towards the woman, and had a large arm around her before the ex-Jedi could react.
He was about to stride up to the large man and beat the living tar out of him when he saw that he had a blaster pistol pressed into her forehead. Ryn growled. Such a dishonorable and cowardly tactic, taking an innocent person prisoner and using them as a safeguard between yourself and trouble. An invisible hand wrapped its fingers around the small cylinder that had since been burrowed into a dead man's neck, yanked it out with a sickeningly wet “thuck”, then launched the pommel into the open armored hand of its master.
The young knight wouldn't activate it, no, that would only cause panic within the cowardly man's heart. Instead, he slowly walked towards the man with his hands held high and the emitter of his deactivated lightsaber pointing at the coward's forehead. Ryn's plan? Get close enough for his dual phased lightsaber to activate and sear a hole through his adversary's skull plate before he could do a thing about it. But it seemed that the woman was already in motion. She kicked his knee and launched her arm up, batting the blaster away from her head (and narrowly dodged a fatal bolt), then she quickly issued more than a few pressure-point attacks. A few of the maneuvers looked like a martial art that was taught at the temple, Broken Gate, but he quickly discounted any notions of her being trained by the Jedi Order. It was unlikely that they would have stood a chance if she was.
Then she said something in a strange tongue, and it sounded aggressive. The man looked back at Sam for but a moment before tilting his head back towards the woman that he just saved. He slowly took off his helmet, hopefully putting a face on the otherwise cold armor, and looked at her through those stark white eyes of his. The expression on his face was somewhat aloof, yet it had a certain warmth about it that even he couldn't quite explain.
“Umm... what? Do you speak basic?”
He paused for a moment, casting his gaze down at the multi-gaunt, he didn't have time for this. They had to be at the meeting soon. And she had a stance of what looked to be a variant of Broken Gate about her body. Again, he shook his head at the thought... passing it off as a coincidence. It was obvious that she was a wanted woman, and he simply couldn't have her running around with a gang of low lives after her.
“Listen, we're not here to hurt you.”
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Post by Meira on Jul 24, 2009 9:39:26 GMT -5
Vesta didn't like the fact that the man was wearing a helmet, and a Mando one to boot. They seemed so lifeless. After she spoke her threat, the man looked around to the woman, and then back at Vesta, tilting his head slightly. It was unnerving, cold. As if he were weighing the pros and cons of impaling her on that lightsaber. Vesta flexed her hands and then settled them back into fists. They felt small and useless.
Then, suddenly, the man removed his helmet, and Vesta got a look at his face. Younger than she would have thought, and less gruesome. And... blind? There was little else purely white eyes could mean. She didn't know of any near human species that had solid white eyes. But she had trouble believing that a blind man could fight the way he did. But then again, he did have a lightsaber. Was he a Jedi? Jasper said Jedi didn't wear armor. Maybe he was like Jasper, not part of the Order anymore. Maybe a dark Jedi? No, why would he save her if he was? He must be like Jasper.
He was also obviously not a Mando. He didn't understand what she had said, had even asked if she spoke basic. She almost laughed. But even though he said he wasn't there to hurt her, Vesta didn't entirely drop her guard. She did relax her stance slightly though.
If you're gonna pretend to be Mando, you might want to learn some of the phrases, or people will find out you're phony pretty quick. She really did need to learn to keep her big mouth shut. Well, what do you want then? Call me a pessimist if you want, but I'm having trouble believing you did that out of the kindness of your heart. She said, gesturing towards what was left of the man the stranger had split in half.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Aug 1, 2009 1:30:04 GMT -5
Sam eyed the emotions of the people who had been involved in the fight as she stepped out of the shadows once more. Grey eyes swept over the woman as the man she’d managed to miss grabbed her and shoved his blaster against her head. The blond grinned a bit more than most would have thought acceptable considering what was going on. Sam, however, wasn’t the least bit worried. The way the woman held herself was enough to tell the former secretary that this woman wasn’t defenseless…there was just a way about how she held herself and the build of her muscles. Sure enough, as Sam put the blaster back into her belt, the woman rid herself of the nuisance fairly easily….before threatening them.
True, Samantha didn’t know what the woman had SAID, but she recognized mando’a when she heard it, and the woman was all but screaming “defensive animal backed into corner.” It followed, then, that the word was meant as a threat. Ryn, however, didn’t seem to understand any more than she did, but to state that bluntly…while wearing armor…to someone speaking mando? Sam smacked the palm of one hand to her forehead and groaned loudly.
--…Ryn…--
Stepping forward, Sam came up beside Ryn as the woman stated her mind. Chuckling she nodded a bit and chuckled.
Well, I can’t say for my friend here, but I’m not interested in seeing people get bullied about. I hate sharks…seen enough of ‘em to not wanna see another one in my life, even if they are harassing someone else.
The blond shrugged mildly and unconcernedly.
Welp, if you’re fine, then we have somewhere to be.
She nudged Ryn in the direction that the Hutt had marked his palace in.
And I’d really prefer NOT to be late. I personally rather like my head where it is.
With that, she folded her arms across her chest and gazed between the two of them. She wanted to get going already. Keeping a Hutt waiting was NOT a good idea, and personally she’d made sure to make it a habit NOT to keep them waiting for any length of time.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 2, 2009 15:52:51 GMT -5
Ryn quirked a brow at the woman as she spoke of him pretending to be a Mandalorian, for he wasn't trying to do anything of the sort. He simply adored the protection that the Mando Iron offered when it came to all kinds of damage, be it from a lightsaber or a blaster. But then only Mandalorians wore that armor, and it was extremely rare for a non-mando to be wearing it... so he could easily see her reasoning.
He was about to answer her with something like "uhhh... yeah, I helped you out of the kindness of my heart," when Sam stepped up beside him and spoke. Thankfully. It seemed that all he could do out in the fringes of society was ruffle feathers and find new ways to make a complete fool of himself. But who could really blame him? His first memory was playing with another initiate in the Jedi Temple, and he had lived there ever since then. As far as he knew the man was born in the temple, never knowing the circumstances of his birth.
"They needed to pick on someone their own size. Cowards.."
He gestured towards the man whose upper torso was split in half like some kind of gory bannana peel from hell. Ryn nearly chuckled morbidly as the old quote popped into his mind: "The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave man only one." Well... apparently not. He shifted his gaze back from the cooling carrion to Sam, then to the woman... who knew if there were more men about?
"Yes, while we have places to go, slugs to meet, it may be prudent for you to come with us. You never know if there are more of those men about."
He sighed slightly, almost knowing that she would refuse. After all, why would she come with them? Sure, he and Sam protected her from those thugs, but that didn't necessarily prove that they had her best interests at heart. Money. That was the language of the fringe.
"Eight percent. If you join with Sam and myself, I'm Ryn by the way, I will pay you eight percent off of the top of every job we do.."
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Post by Meira on Aug 5, 2009 8:34:54 GMT -5
Vesta's eyes narrowed slightly as the other woman stepped forward and spoke. She watched the woman's now empty hand. Not like watching would help. Vesta could be quick, a blur even, but blasters were extremely hard to dodge, and Vesta had seen how quickly the woman could draw her weapon. Now throw in the fact that she was exhausted and already beaten half way to hell, well... she wasn't going to be dodging anything much from now on. But still she watched. OK, so if they did just help her... just because, what did that mean now? Vesta didn't think they knew about the fight, or about her winnings. She didn't want to offer payment if they didn't know she had money.
Then the man spoke. This time, sounding more like a Mandalorian. But that sham had been seen through, so for whatever reason he wore the armor, she knew it wasn't because he was one of Mandalore's subjects. Slugs to meet eh? So these two were fringers... bounty hunters, maybe smugglers, maybe both. All the more reason not to take them for their word.
Her eyes widened slightly when the man said that she should go with them. She had almost laughed. She managed to keep the sound from escaping her, but the chuckle had reached her shoulders, causing them to bounce slightly. Why would she go with them? They were bound to be going to meet with a Hutt that might know whoever had tried to rig her fight. Going with them could very well mean walking right back into trouble.
Then again, this was Tatooine. It was made primarily of trouble and sand. So what to do? Odds were that there were more and more thugs pouring out onto the streets to look for her. And she already would have been found and overpowered if it weren't for these two. But was going with them worth the risk? Something that felt like a soft breeze caressed against her. But her hair didn't move, no dirt stirred on the ground. She felt a pull inside of her, as if someone had cupped their hand around the back of her neck and was urging her forward. But not to move so much as to feel.
Again, thoughts of Jasper entered her mind. He would ask her what these two people felt like. He would urge her to try and feel them through the Force. It wasn't something she was good at, by any means, but she could sometimes get glimpses. Taking a deep breath, and finally relaxing her stance, Vesta stared at the two people before her. Gradually, her eyes seemed to lose focus, shifting from staring at them to staring through them. She kept her breathing steady as she tried to feel them.
The man was easier to feel through the Force, much easier. Vesta suspected that it had something to do with the lightsaber. The guy must have been a Jedi at some point. It was hard to tell, but she thought she might have felt sincerity, and maybe concern. He wasn't lying to her in any case. The woman was harder. At best, Vesta could only call what she felt coming from her as indifference. So they were speaking the truth.
Then the man sighed and once again surprised Vesta. He offered her work. He had yet to explain what that work was, but had offered a number. Eight percent. Vesta's eyes blinked back into focus again. Work was always something she needed, and right now, anything that might get her off planet was a good idea. There really wasn't another option open to her at the moment anyway.
You must'a heard those guys, right? That I didn't throw a fight? Cuz, it's true. It was this big tournament thing. So, I've got a lot of people mad at me right now, maybe even this slug you're talking about, I don't know. So... you still want to give me that job?
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Aug 12, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 12, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -5
Ryn tilted his head ever so slightly as saw the woman's aura brighten, then quickly felt a brush against his mind. It didn't take an ex-Jedi knight to figure out what had happened. The woman who stood before him was trained in the Force, maybe not much... but trained enough to use it as a means to figure out his intentions. Suddenly this woman got a whole lot more interesting.
He didn't bar anything from the woman, no intentions were left hidden and no thoughts were left behind the walls of his mind. Apparenly, she was satisfied with what she felt... because she asked if he was still offering the job in light of her current standing within the community. His head promptly untilted itself and the ghost of a smile etched its way across his lips.
"Well, it doesn't take a grey Jedi to figure out that you have a lot of people angry at you. Not many people would send a whole cadre of big muscled thugs to kill some one they were happy with, after all."
He paused for a second, formulating the words in his mind.
"Yes, I will give you the job. But I will do one better. Would you like to hone your skill in the Force? My training may have been complete for a few short weeks, but it was complete nonetheless. Follow me if you're interested... we have to rent a speeder and meet our employer."
The man turned around, not particularly waiting for the Force sensitive woman's reply, and walked to the end of the alley and out onto the street. From there, he proceeded to towards the speeder rental shop that wasn't too far away from the landing pad that the Star was docked in, and it was even closer to the little alleyway that more-than-a-few men now called their grave.
Once there, he stepped into the little shop and headed straight for the front counter, it didn't matter to him what speeder they rented, just that they had one that would take them from point A to point B. It didn't take the young man long to get the keys to a rental speeder, though it did take more than a few credits... credits that they would need desperately need should this job go bad.
Ryn slowly came out of the building and looked around for the speeder he rented...
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Post by Meira on Aug 14, 2009 15:54:14 GMT -5
Vesta was left standing in the alley as the man turned and walked away. The woman followed him silently. Vesta watched their backs as they moved away. She had been stunned into stillness at the man's words. Had he really just call himself a gray Jedi? So it was true. That was why he had the lightsaber, but also why he wasn't dressed like a Jedi. She'd heard Jasper use the term before. He had said it is what the galaxy would have called him. He didn't consider himself a gray Jedi, indeed, he didn't use the word Jedi to describe himself at all. He had left that part of his life behind him. Since before Vesta knew him, to the day that he died, he was simply Jasper.
Then there was the other thing he had said, or asked rather. If she would want training in the Force. Such a thought hadn't occurred to Vesta, not since Jasper died. To tell the truth, she wasn't even sure if she could learn anything more. Even before he had died, it seemed that Jasper was slowing down with the things he was teaching her. Could there still be more for her to learn? And could this Ryn really teach her?
The two had reached the end of the alley and were out of sight before Vesta came to her senses. She blinked, looking around. For a brief moment, she wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. That the two hadn't been real at all. But the bodies of the ones they killed were solid proof that the two had been there. And also that they were walking away, taking her chance to get off world with them.
What the heck? Vesta trotted down the alley in the direction the other two had disappeared in. It didn't take long to find them, they were just getting into a speeder. Vesta climbed in as well, giving the two a silent nod as a way of communicating her acceptance of the offer. Before long, they were weaving their way through the city streets, on their way to the Hutt's palace.
But right as they were hitting the outskirts of the town, thick black smoke started to issue from the speeder's engine. Not long after, it stopped dead. Vesta jumped out and walked away from the thing, looking for clean air to breathe. When it was obvious the speeder wouldn't start again, she looked around to get her bearings.
Hey, there's a mechanic shop just down this street. Maybe they're still open. Vesta turned and led the way. She had been in the place once before, and the young woman that ran it knew her stuff.
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Aug 14, 2009 19:09:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Aug 14, 2009 19:09:05 GMT -5
Sam leaned "casually" against a low wall outside of the speeder rental shop. To be honest, the speeders here were worse than the typical 'bad' speeders the planet had to offer. Sighing, she pondered if these things would even MAKE it to the palace. Sighing, she thought over just what had transpired. A dry wind blew past her as she turned to watch the alleyway where they had left the woman that Ryn had offered to train. That hot wind ruffled the edges of the woven cloth that hung over her frame, shielding her movements from view. The woman's face was a well practiced neutral as she gazed about the area from her relaxed position.
Really there was nothing of much interest around so she sighed again and waited for Ryn. She really hoped that offering the jumpy woman (one they barely knew) a job was a good idea. Perhaps she was being a bit paranoid, but on the rim of civilization one had to be careful who one trusted. That was a lesson Samantha had learned the hard way...as a follower of Via, however, she couldn't simply ignore the woman or her need for protection from the men who seemed to be after her. A shake of her head and Sam noticed Ryn appear from the shop and look around for the moving death trap they were going to be using.
Following after him, she lightly lept into one of the passenger seats before noticing the woman coming to join them. Well...it seemed they had another to tack on to their little excursion to the Hutt's palace. Nodding in return, she settled back into the seat as they wound their way through the town in the direction of their destination. It didn't take long for something ELSE to go wrong, however. Black smoke billowed from behind them and as Ryn came to a stop, she lept out again and huffed, waving away the smoke from around her as she went to lift the hood for the engine. Unfortunately, between the sun and the engine itself, the metal gave her a nice red burn on her fingers and she hissed in aggravation and pain.
Trying again, Sam managed to get the thing propped open and stuck her head in as she searched around for what the problem might be. It was only a moment before the blond was laughing away at what she saw. The question wasn't what was wrong, but rather what WASN'T wrong with the dratted thing. Broken coil, cracked gasket, stripped wiring, brittle hoses...the entire kriffing system needed repairs, and it was difficult to tell which the problem might ACTUALLY be. As the woman spoke....what WAS her name anyway?....Sam pulled her head out from under the hood.
Good...'cause this thing's gonna need it. There's so many problems here I can't tell which's the cause of all this.
By the way...that reminds me, you never gave us your name...though Ryn here was.....kind enough --stupid more like it--....to give you ours. --can't believe he gave our names out so easily. Does he WANT to be caught?--
She calmly watched the woman start to walk away and remained leaning against the speeder quietly for a moment. Truthfully Sam didn't want to stay out in the heat, but someone had to stay with the dratted thing or risk it being picked apart by jawas. Sighing, she glanced up at the sky, shading her eyes with a hand before looking back at the others.
You two go. I'll keep an eye on the hunk of scrap here and make sure the jawas don't try to dismantle it.
With that, she shook the cloth around her to get some air flow beneath it before turning and poking her head back under the hood. It was swiftly pulled out again as she called out after them.
Oi! Ryn, give me the contact for the employer. We need to let him know we're going to be late because trust me, we DO NOT want him angry at us. I can smooth some things over while you're gone....--hopefully--
She waited long enough for Ryn to give her the code to contact the Hutt before digging around her pockets for her communicator.
It was going to be a LONG day.
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Post by Keilara on Aug 16, 2009 23:09:03 GMT -5
An oppressive sense of foreboding hung over Ana and she moved into the kitchen collapsing a bit into a chair.
The sun had set and while Ana was rather exhausted, she could not turn her mind to sleep. A restlessness resided in her and she soon stood from her chair. In small, carefully measured steps similar to that of the droid that raised her, Ana circled the table. A finger dragged along the surface as she tried to plot out the next way in which she would attempt to defend herself.
Her eyes were drawn to the sand ridden winds outside her door. A lone jakrab stumbled outside and she popped her head out the door to snag the poor animal and bring it in. It was a fairly common occurrence. Ana would often bring in stunned small animals till they recovered and then let them loose again.
Her attention was drawn to some movement down the street and suddenly Ana's thoughts disappeared in a panic. He was here, he was coming... oh God...
The young woman jerked back into her home and huddled against the wall, the door wide open. She was frozen in fear and unable to move. Terror had her in it's icey grip.
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Aug 17, 2009 3:22:52 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 17, 2009 3:22:52 GMT -5
(apologies for suckiness)
There it was! It didn't take long for the grey jedi to find the speeder that was assigned to him. He took a few steps towards the thing before noticing that it was in... less than quality... condition. Ryn was about to turn right back around and give the man that rented him the speeder a little piece of his mind when he noticed that most, if not all, of the other speeders looked the same as the one that he rented. A sigh passed through his lips as he walked up to the rusty pile-o-scrap and looked over it.
Yup, it was shotty.
He shrugged, it didn't have to be a limo-speeder, so long as it took him to the hutt's palace and back he had no problems. Ryn noticed the heat of the matte black seat against his hiney as he hopped into the driver seat, after a few moments of uneasily shifting about he managed to find a semi-comfortable spot and key the ignition of the craft. He could feel this woman's presence as she drew near to the speeder, he was pleased. The man had always wanted a padawan... even during his short stay as a knight of the Jedi Order. Now he might just get one. A quick nod was all that he offered in response to hers as she climbed into the back of the speeder. It wasn't long before he was zooming through the streets of Mos Espa in his shiny new rented rust bucket.
Of course, they were nearly at the outskirts before black smoke began to billow from the engine of the shotty piece of machinery. The man sighed yet again and pulled over to the side of the road, if it had not been for his Jedi training he may have yelled out a fairly long string of expletives. It certainly crossed his mind. Instead of yelling out cuss words, he elected to calmly step out of the speeder and do his best to help Sam repair the craft.
He got out of the speeder too late to see the woman burn her hand, but he did see her open up the hood and arch her back slightly as she looked over the innards of the craft. A fire sparked its way across his cheeks as his gaze washed over her... feminine... form. Ryn knew that there was no possible way for her to know that he was looking at her, yet the blush only grew in intensity. There was just something about her... the way that her back arched, the position of her chest compared to her hind quarters, it just made him feel... dirty... for looking at her. After a few moments he tore his gaze away from her form and off to a random point in space.
Ryn shook his head ever so slightly at Sam's diagnosis of the speeder. They sure gave him a wonderful craft to fly around in. He then nodded at the woman's comment on the mechanic's shop just down the street. Then he nodded again at Sam's offer to stay with the speeder... he didn't like the idea of her staying out in the blistering heat (not one bit), but
"Sounds good... I just hope this job ends up paying off. We'd better own this speeder by the time we get done with it."
He almost turned around to go to the shop when Sam called out for him. He quickly walked back and handed her the communicator before he turned and walked towards the shop. By the Force was it hot! Having thirty pounds of armor strapped to his body didn't help any either... it just made him perspire more. The poor grey knight would have to take a shower or three when he got back to the ship. Ryn could see it before he entered the building: the form of a frightenend woman huddled up against the wall.
Yet another sigh passed his lips as he felt the wash of her fear against his mind.
The man stepped into the shop through a curiously broken door and walked up to the woman who was curled against the floor. He removed his helmet and squatted down to her level, then spoke in a comforting and soothing voice.
"What's wrong?"
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Aug 17, 2009 13:51:21 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Aug 17, 2009 13:51:21 GMT -5
Vesta was already moving along down the street when she heard Sam ask for her name. She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't given it. Of course, she wasn't in the habit of just giving out her name. But she supposed that if she was going to be taking on this job... working with these two, a certain level of trust was in order. She stopped and turned back around to face Sam.
Vesta. She said in a raised voice so that Sam could hear her. But they needed to get to the shop if they were going to catch it still open, so she didn't linger after that. Perhaps once they were off world they could chat... but not now. And so Vesta led Ryn down the street to where the shop would be, but something made her stop a ways from the door.
For one, the door was smashed open. But it was more than that. She just got a feeling that something was off. It was vague, like a feeling that she had forgotten something. But by the way Ryn moved, she could tell it must have been something. She watched as he entered the shop, but she did not follow. She stood at the door, trying to strain her eyes to see into the creeping darkness that was taking over the streets. The feeling was getting stronger.
She had turned her head to convey to Ryn that she had a bad feeling about this when movement caught her eyes. Stepping inside through the door, and into a shadow, she watched as a lone man disembarked from a speeder and began to move towards the shop. He walked with a haughty air, one hand in a pocket, the other swinging at his side. Vesta let out a quiet hiss to get Ryn's attention and motioned with her head towards the man that was nearing the shop door. She then slunk back, further in the shadows and out of sight. When the man entered, she'd stay hidden and he'd walk right by... hopefully. She wasn't in the mood to deal with another person out for her head tonight.
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Aug 20, 2009 13:00:59 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Aug 20, 2009 13:00:59 GMT -5
"What's wrong?
Ana's head jerked up. She moved much like a frightened jakrab; jerky and as though she were easily spooked. The moment she realized the man in front of her was not the man she was expecting relief became visible on her face.
It took her a few moments to get her thoughts into place. Somewhere in her mind there was a mild amusement at the thought that she'd become more human spending time around them. She'd definitely learned fear.
"H-h-h-he is g-g-g-going to c-come here a-a-and... a-a-and..."
Frustrated she shook her head and dropped it onto her knees, shaking lightly. The wind outside covered the sound of the approaching speeder.
Ana lifted her eyes towards the kind man she assumed wasn't there to harm her. In her experience he'd have already started. Her eyes drifted across the door and caught the edge of a shadowy shape approaching.
"N-n-n--n-n-no... g-g-g-get away..."
Her eyes never moved from the door as the man appeared in the doorway, a dark menacing laugh exploding from him as he saw her huddled in the corner, trying to back away.
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Aug 23, 2009 0:02:21 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 23, 2009 0:02:21 GMT -5
Ryn's brow furrowed as the woman jumped further back into the corner. The fear that radiated out from her consciousness was so overwhelming that it began to penetrate his own mental barriers. It stunk. It reeked. And it made him want to turn and run away. But he couldn't. She was frightened at something... a man. A man that was going to come to her and hurt her. The fear that tried to invade his mind was quickly pushed off of the walls of his mind where they crashed into the jagged stones of nothingness below. What pushed the fear off? Anger. But he couldn't afford to be angry. Not when this woman needed his help. Anger clouded judgement, it made him make mistakes.
He'd had enough of them.
The man calmed himself with a sigh. A long sigh. After a short moment he squatted down and lightly put his hand on her shoulder, hopefully it would stop her from shaking so badly. A comforting smile creased his lips as he looked into her eyes, or where he guessed her eyes where. Her soft pink aura was far too thick and swirling for his sight to penetrate... but then... everyone's aura was far too thick to see through.
Even Sam's.
That last fact caused a ripple of sadness to radiate throughout his form, yet he didn't know why. For some odd reason his heart lurched at the thought of seeing her face, or at least knowing what she looked like. He could only imagine how radiant the woman was... probably far more radiant than the soft golden haze that swirled around her body. Not that it mattered to him, she could have turned out to be the most holmly girl in the universe and he wouldn't bat a lash. When one's sight isn't physical, one doesn't judge someone solely on base physical terms.
The Jedi was so lost in thought that his mind failed to register a new, dark, presence entering his awareness. He didn't notice it until the woman's eyes shot up and her mouth started sputtering out desperate sounds like a newborn kath hound. Right then and there, he knew that this was the source of the fear in her heart. Soft words rolled out of his mouth in an attempt to calm the woman's heart, but he doubted it would matter... at least until this problem was dealt with.
"Its okay, no-one will hurt you."
He heard a little chuckle behind him, presumably from the source of her fear. Ryn slowly got up and turned his body around so that he could see the black soul. That was just what he was: a black soul. His aura was black as midnight, it swirled and convulsed like a stormcloud around his hulking form. The man's voice sounded almost amused, yet surprised... like he didn't quite expect Ryn to be there... though he found the boy's last comment funny. Somehow, the stark white eyes and Mandalorian armor didn't disconcert the man in the least.
"And what do you think that you're doing here?"
Ryn looked over at the woman who announced herself as Vesta quickly, noting that the man had stepped infront of her. It wouldn't take much for her to tackle and immobilize the man, but she was hurt. His job was simply to distract the man so that she could get a decent and easy angle for a joint lock. Then he would simply walk up and poke the man in the face with his lightsaber. Done and done. Though, he wasn't quite sure what she was thinking... hopefully it was the same thing.
"Shopping... or at least until I found this woman huddled in the corner over here. Then I became the type to do merc work for free."
A fake arrogant grin pursed the Jedi's lips as he looked at the man, who seemed to bristle. He must've thought that Ryn was one of the hutt's kath hounds. Technically, he was right. Though, Ryn didn't stand for 'big tough men' pushing women around... and if that was what this hutt dealt in... he was more than happy to retract his offer for a job.
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