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Cirith An'Gol
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jan 6, 2010 20:59:27 GMT -5
((OOC: I guess FZKnight isn't gonna post so, I'll go ahead with mine. It's either that or a really long post to play catch up with later, lol. I'll probably be modifying this btw.))
Arwyn was in the middle of asking the young Jedi she was with about his Force powers, when her helmet scanners picked up the police communications. She didn't catch all of it, they were still out on the water, after all. She'd caught enough of the chatter to work out that someone had broken into the Police HQ and had killed someone in the process. She hadn't seen the young Arkanian girl's captor pull over and let her out of his boat but, Arwyn had figured that if there was anywhere a civilian would feel safe, it would be with the Alderaanian police. Apparently the Jedi kid thought so too because within moments the island that was reserved for the law enforcement came into view. They'd gotten there just in time to see Locke and the officers with him depart and so they resumed their course toward the Spaceport.
Hopefully the police will have shut and locked it down Arwyn thought has the Spaceport came into view a few moments later. Arwyn turned towards the Jedi kid and saluted "This is where I get off. Cya kid" with that she blasted off into the air, adjusted her angle of decent and came down fast, rolling expertly as she hit the pavement just outside of the loading/unloading zone. She looked the spaceport's structure over with an appraising eye and tried to think of where the best route to lay an ambush might be.
She found a data terminal and walked over to it, pulling a datapad out of her belt she downloaded the map of the spaceport and walked away. She switched over to Locke's comm frequency, deciding it was probably best if her allies knew of her plan "Locke, this is Arwyn. I'm at the spaceport and I'm going to be laying an ambush for our new Arkanian captor. Somewhere on the east tier facing the police station. You might want your officers to search in that general area. Over." With that she ran for the tier she'd specified. Once she gotten into a place where her jet pack wouldn't draw attention she rocketed up onto a roof and ran some more.
Luckily after climbing about fourteen stories of the tier she'd found a nice little nook she could use for a sniper's nest. The climb was difficult to say the least and the windchill up there was terrible, not to mention it'd taken all her cybernetically enhanced strength to avoid being buffeted off at times. It overlooked the whole station however, and she had just enough room to sit comfortably between the tier and the supporting beam that connected a bridge to it, and the spaceport. Now all she had to do now was wait, her Terra Hertz scanner and the police radio's would do the rest. Hopefully she would get the drop on the new captor. From this height it was doubtfull that anyone but, either a long time Bounty Hunter or a trained marksman would spot her but, just in case she managed to position herself in the shadows.
Arwyn drew her feet up to her chest and looked over the edge as she flicked her scanner on with a quick eye movement. The sight of how far she had to fall sent a shudder through her spine. To think if anything went wrong I would splat on the pavement below Arwyn mentally sighed the things I do to earn a few credits.
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Post by Kella on Jan 10, 2010 1:47:24 GMT -5
The lights went out.
Blanche cursed.
A spasm of fear seized her, and Blanche felt nausea grip her stomach in knots. It was happening, oh by the Force it was happening... She wasn't safe anywhere, and the darkness was so utter, not even her pale skin could be seen.
Blanche's chest rose and fell rapidly as she began to hyperventilate, wishing only to crawl into a small hole somewhere, and be safe...
Suddenly, a broad pair of clawed hands grabbed her beneath the arms and hauled her into the air, and her shrill scream cut through the darkness. Something broad and solid cut into her abdomen as she was slung over it, the bumping mount knocking the breath out of her and resetting her breathing pattern as it hauled her toward the door, and what little light filtered through it. Blanche began to kick and scream and struggle -- whoever this was, they were not going to take her alive, oh no, Never!
"It's good to see you again, Blanche." Dashadi. The only language, the only voice she LOATHED more than Huttese.
"YOU!" Blanche suddenly screamed, recognizing with no hesitation the voice of Kzat, Grotta's right-hand-monster. "I should have known it was YOU!" Never before had so much hatred, so much loathing been encapsulated into those three letters. Her kicking and pounding increased in ferocity.
"I hope you enjoyed your little adventure. Grotta isn't happy with you. At all."
"The hell he isn't!" Blanche spat in Dashadi, choosing words with connotations that were quite... colorful.
"You'd better be thankful that he-"
"Stop right there!" Blanche froze at the voice of the Sheriff, and a momentary flicker of hope seized her. But she knew how strong the Dashade below her was, and she knew how minuscule a chance the Human stood against such a beast. But Blanche was too stricken to form any words of warning as Kzat closed in on the man.
Blanche couldn't see what happened to the Sheriff, but she could hear it. What little color remained in her face disappeared, and she fought the urge to wretch at another wave of nausea. Slowly the shock gave way to anger, the anger to rage, and Blanche's tongue became that of a fiery demon as it lashed out the harsh Dashadi language.
Despite her incessant squirming, Blanche would not become free anytime soon. Her fists pounded against Kzat's impervious scales, as she insulted first his mother, then his father, then his clan, and finally the scaly devil himself. It seemed that Blanche had attended one too many 'bargaining' sessions with frustrated Dashades, and she was privy to the most vile of curses. She unleashed every single one of them upon Kzat.
Which was, it seemed, all she could do.
By the Divine! Jedi, where are you...
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Post by Rugs on Jan 30, 2010 21:37:31 GMT -5
Kzat smiled wickedly at Blanche's tirade and her efforts to hurt him. She was spirited, as ever. Though, her efforts were in vain. His skin was thick, and she was too weak to effectively cause any real pain through it. Ha, and her insults! Who would have thought that the frail little thing knew such vulgar phrases? Perhaps he might have been insulted, were the situation different, but given their current positions, he was more amused than anything else.
"You're riled up, aren't ya," he said as he reached up with his free hand to smack Blanche sharply on the bottom to cut off her noise making. "Who knows, Grotta might keep you yet." He rounded a corner in the dark alleyway and came to a stop. There, just a little ways away, sat the spaceport. It was a massive thing, and was split across two islands, with the two sides bridged by a series of elegant catwalks and bridges in the middle. "Well, look, Blanche, we're almost out of here. Just a short walk and we can be on our way back home." He laughed darkly as he readjusted her roughly and continued on.
A few moments later, he was near an entrance and paused to take a look at the security that had been put up around the place. There were a few more guards present than he remembered there being when he arrived, though for what reason, he could not say. The recent bombing of the University, perhaps. There were three stationed near the entrance he was looking at, and their weapons were out for all to see. Clearly, they were meant to intimidate, but it'd take a whole lot more than that to scare off this particular Dashade. A well placed grenade could handle this lot, though once that was done, all pretenses of stealth would be gone. Fun. "Alright," the Dashade growled at Blanche. "Here's the deal. You don't cause me any trouble while I'm doing this, and you'll get out of here unharmed, by me at least. But if you cause any trouble, I'll break your arms." She'd known him long enough to know that would be her only warning, and that he'd carry through with it without a second thought if he had to.
He reached down beneath his coat and pulled a grenade out. It was an odd sight, and looked more like a piece of candy than a weapon in his massive hand, but it was quite deadly. He adjusted Blanche once more on his shoulder before arming and throwing the explosive towards the waiting guards. One of them noticed and cried out, but it was too late. Kzat smiled as he took his Arkanian blaster pistol in hand and watched the grenade go off. It was a fragmentation grenade, and there was a satisfying spray of red along with the dull boom when it went off. He was immediately in motion, loping towards the entrance with a quickness that his belied his size. One of the men had been thrown back against the door, and he was quickly knocked out of the way with a rough push as Kzat reached him before ducking inside.
The Dashade and his Arkanian captive were greeted by the eyes of a number of civilians that were stuck in the spaceport by the recent lockdown, and as one, they all seemed to process the image of a massive being--armed to the teeth--with a girl slung over his shoulder. They all scattered in every direction. Well, there wouldn't be any more hiding. Things were about to get interesting.
"Heh, try not to get shot, alright Blanche?"
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"Dammit!" Locke cried out in frustration when he and his little team of officers came to yet another dead end in their search. "Where in this Force-blasted city is she?!" Everything felt like it had spiraled out of control. He didn't know where Blanche was, or where the person that had somehow broken in to and gotten her out of the police station was. That was bad. Very bad. Time was of the essence, and every dead end they came to put them further and further behind. It was enough to make him want to shoot something, though if he could find whoever had taken Blanche, that urge would more than likely be satisfied.
"Have we heard anything from the spaceport?" he asked one of his men. The man shook his head slowly and Locke bit back another curse. Where is she? There were too many people in the city for him to be able to try to reach out and try to sense her, and more than one of them was afraid, after the explosions that had ripped through the University about forty-five minutes ago. He could vaguely sense Jazen, off in the city somewhere, but that was different; Jazen was his padawan, and he'd be more worried if he couldn't sense him.
Locke's comm came alive with Arwyn's transmission, and his sudden welling of hope gave way to increased agitation. Sure, it was nice to have the Mandalorian's help, but he didn't care about that right now. He needed to know where Blanche was, and anything else at the moment just pissed him off. How had things gotten so out of ha-
"Master Jedi! We've got word from the spaceport," one of his men called out as his comm crackled with a voice.
"What is it," Locke said, and he felt his body automatically grow a bit tenser as he waited for the news.
"Someone's broken in through one of the west entrances. Reports says they're in the spaceport now, and they have a hostage with them."
"That's our kidnapper," Locke said as he exploded into motion, moving back to the motor boat they'd been moving about the city in. "How long will it take us to get to the spaceport from here?"
"We're close," another one of the men said. "No more than five minutes to get there and get in, I'd wager."
"Well let's stop wasting time and go!" Locke jumped down into the vehicle, and felt hope rising once more as they moved off. "Tell all of the other teams to converge on the spaceport," he said. "I want as much pressure on it as we can get." And if anyone gets out of that spaceport, I'll flay whoever let them out, he thought, though he kept that to himself.
But perhaps there wouldn't be a need for that. There was already a considerable security presence at the place, and if they could just hold out until he arrived...
Perhaps all was not yet lost.
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Post by Foxfire on Feb 24, 2010 20:17:22 GMT -5
The air of the space port was filled with the terrified screams of beings, smoke from explosives, and fear. It was almost over stimulating to Je'Baru when he climbed down from his perch to the ground. Letting the beings run and scream would make for good cover for him as he got with in battle range. Taym had relayed the feed to his holo-coms so the Je'Baru could see the grand entrance of this clumsy predator.
Je'Baru had seen his type with in the noghri race all muscle and power but no skill in the true kill. A slaughter, it is what this one is. Je'Baru will show him how to kill with grace and purpose. As the crowd lessened Je'Baru's shield gauntlet engaged rotating into battle position. Reaching behind into his pack he removed a thermo det and a kabac. A det in his left hand and kabac in the right. Now ready for the battle Je'Baru recited a noghri hunter's oath,...... May the victory go to the stronger and may the prey bleed free.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Feb 26, 2010 21:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Feb 26, 2010 21:13:24 GMT -5
((OOC: Well, I was onna wait for FZKnight to post but, seeing as Foxfire already has, I might as well too, lol. Sorry about the delay btw, I had a temporary job as a mascot for a little snack shop for about a week. Needless to say I was exhausted every day and getting up at 7:30 in the morning doesn't agree with me either, XD.))
Arwyn Looked up from her 14 story perch and looked to where the sound of an explosion originated. Her Terra Hertz visor zoomed in on the entrance to the Spaceport as she squinted her eyes. The image of a Dashade with a struggling female captive, came up before her and the image sent a spike of adrenaline coursing through her system. Dashades had thick skin, not to mention a considerable muscle mass, huge three fingered hands tipped with claws, and lipless jowels filled with sharp predatory teeth. An impressive opponent to say the least. The prospect of fighting one and testing her skill against his was a welcome one, but....how to get the girl without injuring her. That was the real test, the real challenge. Arwyn smiled beneath her helmet, she had a plan. It was suicidal at best but, there were only two optional outcomes from a high altitude jump and smash. Splat on the roof by a misjudgment in it's thickness or....the more agreeable option. Blast a hole in the roof and come down on the Dashade fast and hard. Arwyn slowly stood brushing off the coldness in the air around her as she prepared to make her entrance and make sure her math added up correctly.
Arwyn spent a few moments checking and rechecking her math and the readouts her Terra Hertz Scanner was spitting out at her on the density of the roof and the weakest points of the roof to attack. Once she was sure she readied two thermal dets and two fragmentation grenades and used her jet pack to reach the top of the bridge connected to the tier. She ran along the bridge's roof and kept track of the Dashade's progress. Reaching the end of the bridge she boosted herself to the top of the lookout tower and paused at the edge of the tower's roof, waiting for her Jet Pack to recharge. Once the Jet Pack read fully charged, she lept out into the open air, crossed her arms in a "X", and mentally prepared herself to drop like a stone. She felt her stomach launch itself into her throat as she fell. Arwyn waited a few seconds before throwing the dets and frag grenades. A few seconds later they all detonated, temporarily blinding her to the condition of the roof.
Arwyn activated the jet pack and straightened her legs like a diver, she felt her stomach slam into her intestines as gravimetric forces fought for control. She felt the heat of the detonation surround her as she fell through the smoking hole in the roof. Relief flooded her system as she came out of the hot blinding haze that she'd created and into the spaceport itself. She felt herself slow as she fell past the rafters and beams that supported the roof. She looked down in time to see the ground floor rushing up to meet her and she pressed the button for the jetpack to burn faster. She landed feet first but, the impact sent her to her knees. Arwyn had landed five feet away right in front of her intended target. Whether this was by simple luck or good planning was anyone's guess. Lightning fast she drew her E-11 Blaster Rifle, and pushed the pain in her knees and legs to the back of her mind. In truth she was still a little dizzy from the fast fall and abrupt decceleration but, she wouldn't let on that this was the case.
"Hello my ugly Dashade friend. Now, how about you drop your Arkanian captive and I let you keep that ugly mug of yours?" Arwyn said looking up into the lipless visage of her opponent. She only needed a few minutes for the dizziness in her head to dissapate but, she was willing to bet the Dashade wasn't going to make this easy for her. So she stayed on the ground in a crouch, her E-11 trained on the Dashade's head. Her vision was clear but, her balance at that moment was severly lacking. Her hands and body trembled from coming off the adrenaline high of her jump but, otherwise she was as still as stone.
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Post by Kella on Mar 7, 2010 16:47:36 GMT -5
"You're riled up, aren't ya," remarked the Dashade, following the remark with a sound swat on the rear. Blanche yelped loudly and stiffened, so affronted that her tantrum instantly stopped. "Who knows, Grotta might keep you yet. Well, look, Blanche, we're almost out of here. Just a short walk and we can be on our way back home."
Blanche could just barely twist around enough to catch a glimpse of the spaceport. She wasn't about to take the Dashade's word for it, but now that she'd seen it... Slung over the beast's shoulder, she watched the streets, and hope, recede slowly into the cityscape.
Some sickly beast took up residence in her stomach, churning it around and knotting up the muscles is all sorts of unsavory sensation. The sickly feeling spread up into her head -- or maybe it had started there. Whether the despairing feeling of impending doom had made its way to her stomach, or the jostling and bumping of the stupid Dashade had made its way to her head, Blanche didn't know. In any event, that black bile melancholy had managed to permeate her whole self, and her skin was another shade paler, if that was even possible.
Miserable, she slumped helplessly over the Dashade... She was stupid so stupid for thinking she could ever get away from the Hutt...
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"Hello my ugly Dashade friend. Now, how about you drop your Arkanian captive and I let you keep that ugly mug of yours?"
The dull, miserable haze snapped away in a second, like the flipping of a switch. It wasn't hope, excitement, or even curiosity that had awoken the girl -- it was fear, pure, simple fear.
She wasn't afraid of the chaos around her, and she wasn't afraid of the Dashade either. First of all, if some person killed her while taking down the Dashade, then well, she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. And the stupid bug also seemed to be trying to get her back to Grotta alive, and THAT was the worst she really had to fear from him. He was more like a cage, there and entrapping and miserable and annoying, but not Dangerous... per se.
No, it was her so-called rescuers that she was afraid of. They didn't answer to Grotta, they didn't serve him faithfully. There was absolutely no reason for them to leave her alive. Or keep her for themselves in some sick, twisted---
She couldn't think about it. What she could think about was the fact that this voice was the voice of that idiot lady who had tried to kidnap her at the Academy, and if this lady had found them already, surely there were others close behind...
Actually, Blanche preferred the Dashade to them, because the former was predictable. She'd escaped them once, maybe they could again...
But these mysterious kidnappers, bounty hunters, she didn't know what they were... but she knew there were aweful, wretched, probably cruel, greedy, selfish, and absolutely terrifying.
Panic began to catch up in her chest. Her heart was a white canary, frantic and frightened, trying to desperately to fly, pounding against the cold, sharp bars of the cage, pounding and pounding and pounding...
Blanche's breath came in fevered gasps, she was surrounded, surrounded by enemies, they must have minions, counterparts, maybe the Dashade hadn't come alone, maybe all the spaceport personel were in on it, maybe the Jedi didn't even exist in the first place, maybe it was all some ploy! She was alone, all alone with no one to help her, and she was going to die, or worse-than-die or worse than worse-than-die...
Forgetting the Dashade's threat to rip her arms off, she began to squirm, reaching a desperate hand towards anything that could help her pull herself off, barely daring to hope that the distraction would be enough to make the Dashade just let go?
Fat Chance.
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Post by Jazen on Mar 7, 2010 19:35:05 GMT -5
Jazen watched carefully from the shadows of the spaceport's upper levels at the events unfolding below him. Ever since taking off into the canals, Jazen had been tracking the tiny signs the kidnapper and his captive had left. It hadn't been easy, considering that the kidnapper must have been a skilled bounty hunter from the lack of trail he left. But a Jedi was no ordinary tracker. Though the Force, Jazen had located them, two being's brimming with life within the tunnels. They were a ways ahead of him when he felt them but nonetheless there. Suddenly they split, one moving faster than the other. Had she escaped? No, the other force wasn't pursing. It was more likely then that he had allowed her to leave. But why? Jazen shook off the thought, only know acknowledging the woman who had joined him in the boat.
Soon that life force vanished among others, making it harder for Jazen to track her. Shortly after that though, the woman who had joined him said goodbye, taking off into the sky. Glancing at her as she left, Jazen opened his comm, noticing that he had turned it off. Before he could contact his master though, the sound of chaos started to echo down the street. Someone had attacked a police station. Someone armed enough to storm in alone and take out a person from within. Could it be another hunter for the woman? The odds were good that it was, if only because no one else would dare to walk into police station unless it was for someone important....or a high enough pay.
Jazen spent the next while trying to locate the target and the person who had taken her this time. From the police station, Jazen predicted whoever had taken her would try to get off world as fast as possible. If they had a personal vehicle, it would be at a spaceport, for Alderaan would not have let them land anywhere else. And there was only one major spaceport in the city. And as luck would have it, it wasn't too far from the police station. "Borrowing" a speeder, Jazen sped off towards the spaceport, taking the most direct route that avoided the traffic.
And this, here he was. It hadn't been hard to get into the spaceport, despite the lockdown and increased security that had been imposed. Although Jazen could have entered through the main entrance using his Jedi status, chances were they might not let him in anyway. Someone could fake being a Jedi or have killed one and used their weapons. It's not like Jedi carried identity cards that said they were Jedi. Waste of time. Instead, he entered through a maintenance area, sneaking past the lone guard there. It was fairly simple from there to maneuver his way up to the main area, then to the 2nd level. And hence, where he was waiting.
As the situation became frantic and the woman he had encountered earlier stood face to face with the kidnapper, Jazen carefully moved closer, placing himself into a position that would give him cover and allow him to make a move if he needed. Activating his comm, Jazen sent a message to his master.
"Master, I'm in the spaceport. I see the woman we were suppose to get, along with her kidnapper and what I presume is another bounty hunter. Situation is extremely hostile. Should I intervene or wait till you get here?"
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Post by Rugs on Mar 23, 2010 0:17:31 GMT -5
Screams filled the spaceport.
Kzat laughed as a guard fell to the ground with a smoking hole in his chest where a blaster bolt had taken him. "Is this the best security this place has got," he gloated loudly as he shoved through a barricade that some of the workers had undoubtedly set up to keep people from moving through. A frightened woman screamed and ran, but he caught her first, and turned her around, bringing his face down to look right into hers. "This is a joke! I'd think that a place like this would have guards that were actually competent!" A dark, twisted laugh erupted from him, but he left her without harming her. In fact, so far, no civilians had come to harm from him, and none would, unless they got stupid and tried to stand in his way; he wasn't depraved enough to just attack them for the sake of attacking them though.
He pressed on through the spaceport, dealing with what scattered resistance he encountered from the guards with a grim efficiency. They were good men, yes, but Kzat had been trained to deal with their sort over the years. They were slow, and soft, thinking that, somehow, after he'd already killed a number of their companions, Kzat would surrender if someone told him to just one more time. He, on the other hand, was quick, and ruthless, and wasn't afraid to use whatever he had at his disposal to get those guards out of his way. That, and it was kind of hard to shoot a target when the person you were trying to save was draped over part of his torso, or when there was a large number of civilians trapped in a confined space with you and that target. Kzat had no such reservations, though, and one by one, the guards fell. The Dashade didn't rush to try to bull his way past them, knowing that such a mentality would lead to mistakes that might end up with him dead, and instead moved methodically, working his way through each encounter with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine.
It wasn't long before he came to a large open area with exits that led to one of the catwalks that spanned across the wide canal to the east side of the spaceport, where his ship was located. "Almost there," he muttered over the dying scream of one of the three guards who'd been positioned there. "You know," he said to Blance has he strode towards the exit. "You'll have to tell me how you escaped from the H--"
A sudden crash from above cut him off and he looked up to see some woman--who was obviously crazy--come falling down through a hole that hadn't been there a few moments before. She fell to her knees when she landed, but still managed to point a gun at his head while slinging some pathetic excuse for a threat at him. Kzat only laughed. It wasn't a funny laugh, though he was amused by the woman; it was a dark laugh, the laugh of a predator standing before prey that didn't have any chance of survival.
"And I thought," the Dashade said has lipless mouth formed a cruel smile, "that I was the crazy one here." Kzat looked wryly at the hole that had been blown in the ceiling, and the twisted metal beams and supports that were now exposed to the elements. A deep, throaty chuckle followed. "You know, I'm fairly certain that what you just did is illegal, woman." He started to pace around Arwyn, showing that he was not at all cowed by her silly little threat. "Last I checked, security doesn't like people blowing holes in their buildings. So you're in the same boat as me now: a criminal."
It was then that Blanche decided to get rowdy again, squirming and twisting this way and that within his grip. Kzat's face distorted with a scowl, and he reached up with his other hand and turned her around, so that her head was hanging down over the front of his shoulder, rather than her rear.
"But you're after her, aren't you? This girl? Such a small thing to be worth so much trouble, don't you agree?" Another twisted chuckle came from him as he reached down to put his blaster pistol back on his belt and removed two things: one, the slug thrower, and two, a thermal detonator. He placed the thermal detonator in the hand of the arm that was holding Blanche in place, and put the pistol firmly to the side of her temple.
"How much is she worth to you dead, I wonder?" Kzat laughed again as he flicked a switch on the thermal detonator. "Tell me, woman, are you familiar with the dead man setting? It's a slang term, really, but it's for the fail-deadly trigger these little things have." He waved the grenade lightly to indicate what he was talking about. "So, you shoot me, and this will fall from my hand. The moment it does, it'll go off. I'll die. You'll die. She'll," he shook Blanche, "die. You make a move toward her. I drop this. Same thing happens." his face into some grotesque mockery of a smile. "Your move, woman."
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The spaceport loomed against the starry night sky before Locke as he exited the boat he'd been in, along with the team of guards that came with him. His pace was brisk, his face determined. Time was running out. He'd heard the reports coming from inside the spaceport. Word was that the kidnapper was good, and a Dashade. That's gonna make things hard. Dashade were resistant to Force powers, and if this particular one was as good as things were making him sound, he'd give Locke fits when the time to fight came. "I'll just deal with that when the time comes," he muttered as he strode into the spaceport.
He was greeted by a scene of chaos. Debris from an explosion was scattered through part of the area, and Locke could spot Terrified civilians rushed to him and his team, pleading to be let out, or going on incessantly about the alien with the girl over his shoulder. Locke's heart went out to them, but he didn't have the time to deal with them, and he and his men moved them aside to move deeper into the spaceport.
His comm came alive with Jazen's voice, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him at the knowledge that his student was well. "Hold your ground, Jazen. Let those two deal with each other until I get there. I've learned that our kidnapper is more dangerous than we'd like, but if we're careful, we can deal with him." Locke shook his head sadly as they passed a guard that'd had half of his face ruined by long gouges, which were, no doubt, from the Dashade's claws. "We're in the space port," he continued on. "We'll be to the kidnapper in just a few moments.
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Post by Kella on Mar 23, 2010 1:07:21 GMT -5
Blanche's frail body was no match against the hand that grasped her and turned her whole body around so easily. All her squirming, all her hitting and pounding and yelling, and he shook her around as easily as one swats a mosquito...
Blanche looked up at the bounty-hunter woman, fear in her glazed pink eyes. Her breath had been forced from her lungs as the Dashade's bony shoulder dug into her rib cage. Blanche's world was desperate silence.
As the cold barrel of a blaster dug into her temple, Blanche's lungs yanked in a long, painful breath, her throat shaking with a moan. Death was the Dashade beneath her fists, Death was the strange bounty hunter, death was the grenade not two yards away, and death was cold metal in her skull.
Death was all around her, the reaper and his scythe come to finally has her grain. Was it really time? Was her soul really ripe for harvest?
Her breaths came fast and rapid now, throbbing with the pain in her bones. She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut tight for a moment, as if that would just make the world go away...
It didn't. All it served to do was push the tears out over her eyes, soaking her cheeks, wet and fragile as white rose petals, just after the ravages of a thunderstorm. Except for Blanche, the storm was just beginning.
Words thoughts, they tumbled through her desperate brain until she heard nothing and everything.
There was one thing of which she was acutely aware -- above all else. The frigid metal pressed into her temple, one twitch away from blazing hot plasma searing through her brain. Death would be quick, and right now Blanche longed for it to just be over, one way or another; the terror was eating her alive...
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Mar 24, 2010 0:01:37 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 24, 2010 0:01:37 GMT -5
Arwyn smiled as the Dashade started tp pace around her, making her stand up, her left knee complaining but complying all the same. She almost laughed as he commented on her antics...almost. That had been crazy. It was probably the craziest thing she'd ever done.
"You know, I'm fairly certain that what you just did is illegal, woman." The Dashade said as he paced around Arwyn, showing that he was not at all cowed by her silly little threat. "Last I checked, security doesn't like people blowing holes in their buildings. So you're in the same boat as me now: a criminal."
"Like I care, let'em get a broom" Arwyn said her helmets visor reflecting the light as the two predators turned in a slow measured sircle, both waiting for an opening.
"But you're after her, aren't you? This girl? Such a small thing to be worth so much trouble, don't you agree?"
"For once ugly, I do agree but she's worth alot of credits and I'm not turning back now after all the trouble I've gone through" Arwyn said keeping her E-11 Blaster Rifle leveled at the Dashade's face.
"How much is she worth to you dead, I wonder?" the Dashade laughed again as he flicked a switch on the thermal detonator. "Tell me, woman, are you familiar with the dead man setting? It's a slang term, really, but it's for the fail-deadly trigger these little things have." He waved the grenade lightly to indicate what he was talking about. "So, you shoot me, and this will fall from my hand. The moment it does, it'll go off. I'll die. You'll die. She'll," he shook Blanche, "die. You make a move toward her. I drop this. Same thing happens." his face into some grotesque mockery of a smile. "Your move, woman."
Arwyn blanched beneath her helmet, was he willing to sacrifice everyone, including his life and the bounty's? It was then Arwyn realized how useful a thing like the Force could be. It was in times like this that she wished Cirith, her older brother, was here. She would have known exactly what to do if that had been the case, shoot the Dashade's gun hand and let her brother deal with the thermal detonator. However, that wasn't the case now and Arwyn didn't know what to do. She was confident that her jetpack could outrun the explosion from the thermal det but, it would require sacrificing her Arkanian bounty.
So, she did the only thing she could think of she switched to internal speakers and called Locke on the comm "Hey Jedi, know a solution to this puzzle? Try this little scenario on for size. An armed Dashade pointing a gun at his hostage's head with one hand, and a Thermal Det in his other hand set on a dead man switch. Got any suggestions? 'cause I'm not fast enough for either outcome."
It was true that her antics were crazy but, they did buy the others time to get here and think of a solution to this mess. Arwyn was confident she could think of something eventually. All she needed was time to think of it.
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Post by Foxfire on Mar 24, 2010 12:52:52 GMT -5
Je'Baru watched as the situation went up by a full degree of tention. Now the target was being threated with a dead man switch thermo det. When did universe turn against him. Though the new situation did present a new route to go, the other hunter and or his ship could led them to the Hutt that they were hunting for.
Stepping from around behind ArwynGo ahead meat and when your dead I'll up grade for the tin can of a ship to what ever chunk of metal you call a ship and back track to your Hutt and give him your reason for not coming back.
Moving off to Arwyn's far left Je'Baru slow stalked the other hunter, ready to drop his remote thermo det.
Hey Prey!!!!.......... SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!..... If your ment to survive then you will. But as for you meat the likely hood of you getting out of here in one piece.......... it's getting slimmer and slimmer. So drop her now before we gut you here and now.
By the time Je'Baru had stopped talking he had circled half way around to the hunters right side. He lowered down to the ground till his shield was covering the majority of him.
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Post by Jazen on Mar 25, 2010 21:05:38 GMT -5
Jazen watched the events below him unfold from his new vantage point, a spot closer to the action at hand but still out of sight of the actors. He was close enough now to hear the conversation going back and forth between the woman who'd landed with him in the boat earlier and the current kidnapper of their objective. He could feel the fear the captive, who he found out was named Blanche, felt as she was held at gunpoint. That was a loose end that needed to be handled. Knowing his master, he was probably working out a plan to solve this situation, but even the best plan could fail if one thing went wrong. And her freaking out could very well be that thing. Using the Force, Jazen sent calming waves towards her, hoping to still her fear, if only by a little.
Turning back to the situation at hand, he could see that it was a stalemate. Or so it seemed at first glance. On the one hand, the kidnapper had the woman bounty hunter at bay, using a thermal detonator and a blaster to Blanche's skull. But if those were removed, the woman hunter had an almost clear shot at his head. But the woman wouldn't risk her bounty, and although unlikely that the kidnapper would give his life so willingly, the chance was still there. And all Jazen could feel from him was chaos and glee. Another bad sign. Jumping into this stalemate could turn the tide, but it was a 50/50 chance of what side would gain the advantage.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't do anything. Or at least, not prepare. Jazen closed his eyes and focused, feeling the surroundings around him. He could feel the bounty hunter's frustration, Blanche's fear, the kidnappers joy at the situation. He could feel the people outside clamoring about what was happening inside, some curious, others terrified. His master was among them, quickly approaching the building with a swift stride, focused on the task at hand and a little bit irradiated. But he wasn't trying to focus on people. No, what he was focused on was small, non living and quite possibly the biggest problem at hand. The thermal detonator. If he had heard correctly, it had a dead man's setting on, meaning that if he let go of it, boom it went. So all Jazen had to do was make sure the trigger was kept pressed. Unknown to the man, Jazen silently pushed down on the trigger with the Force and held his focus, waiting for the chance to wisk the device out of the man's hand. Additionally, he focused on the blaster the man had to Blanche's head, ready to pull that aside when the time came as well. Now all he could do was wait, wait for his master to give him the opening he needed.
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Mar 26, 2010 23:33:48 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Mar 26, 2010 23:33:48 GMT -5
Locke and his group of officers continued to make their way through the space port. They didn't need to look hard to see the path the Dashade left in his wake; a burning from an explosion there, some carbon scoring from blaster fire, there, the guard with half of an arm missing... Their reptilian friend hadn't been very worried about being followed. Of course, given the carnage he'd left behind, he probably didn't have much to worry about.
His comm suddenly buzzed and he pulled it out to take the message. "The Dashade is in the main atrium that leads to the eastern half of the space port."
"That's the side all of the personal come and go through, right?"
"Aye, Jedi, it is. That atrium leads to the main bridge that spans the canal to the other island."
That gave Locke pause for a moment, as his group rounded a turn to step into another hallway, and a plan started to form in his head. "You have men stationed in the eastern half, right." He continued on without giving the man a chance to continue. "Take some of them and move them onto the bridge. From what I've been told, if he wasn't trying to get to that side, he wouldn't be going that way, since the terminals over here are in a different part of the island. So, let him out onto the bridge, and we'll block him off from the other side. Hopefully we can put an end to this damn ordeal."
"Right, I'll get right to it." The comm went silent, and Locke stuffed it back into his pocket.
It went off a few moments later and he removed it with an irritated sigh to be greeted by Arwyn's voice. So, the Dashade had made things hard, eh? It's probably a bluff, the Investigator thought. If he wanted her dead, he probably would've killed her already. "Just stay put, toots. Let him out onto the bridge. We can deal with him there."
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Kzat laughed at the armored woman and the Noghri. Idiots, both of them. Can't even tell when I'm lying through my teeth. His dark eyes fell to Blanche and lingered there for a moment, and watched as silent tears rolled down her face. Again, the Dashade laughed that cold, depraved laugh of his before settling his gaze on Arwyn. "Well, look, you made the girl cry. Is that a habit of yours?" He chuckled again before turning to the Noghri with the odd way of speaking. "Y'know, I fought a Noghri once. Flayed 'im, too." His eyes filled with a malevolent glee. "For all their reputation, I wasn't impressed by him at all. I wonder if you'll fair any better?"
Kzat's gaze returned to Arwyn again and his smile faded, as did the amusement from his eyes; now, he was hard and resolute, as few who were alive had ever seen him."Now here's what we're going to do, girl," he said flatly to the bounty hunter. "I don't care who you're working for or how much they're paying you, but you're going to move out of my way and let me onto that bridge, or I blow us all to hell, where you can do whatever you want with that girl. But while we're in the land of the living, she's mine." He moved forward, and simply shouldered past Arwyn to get out of the atrium and out onto the bridge.
And, unknown to him, into Locke's trap.
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Locke and his men arrived in the atrium a few moments after the Dashade made his exit, and he took in Arwyn and the bounty hunter with a quick glance. A beam of moonlight falling from above caught his eye, and he glanced up to see that someone blew a hole in the roof. Locke sincerely hoped that had been the Dashade, for whoever was responsible for it would be in trouble when the current mess was settled. But that was not an issue for now.
"What, so he got outside?" Locke shook his head as he continued to move through the atrium. "And you two idiots just let it happen? For shame. Really, I weep for the shape of the bounty hunting industry today if this is what we've got to show of it."
He reached out through the Force to look for Jazen, and his eyebrows lifted a bit at the amount of the Force that was being drawn on by someone. A glance up in the direction the feeling came from and was surprised to see none other than Jazen up on the second floor. If Locke knew his student like he thought he did, Jazen was probably drawing near his limit, and he was a putting out a great deal of energy. "Take it easy kiddo," Locke called up. "Can't have you passing out before we swoop in to save the girl, can we?" The Knight winked at his student before motioning for Jazen to come with him and turning back to the two bounty hunters.
"You. Armor Lady. With me." There was a pause as he glanced over to the Noghri and the gears in his mind worked for something to do. I don't know who he is, so that could mean he's not on my side. Best to get rid of him. "And you. Um... I hear they have this lovely snack bar here. Go secure it against any further incursions, and we'll all thank you like the hero you are when it's time to get stupidly, ragingly drunk in celebration. Get it? Got it? Good."
With that, he turned to the door and led his little group out onto the bridge. One way or another, things would end here.
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"It's almost over, Blanche," Kzat rasped to his captive. It was silent out on the massive bridge, save for the roar of the canal--which was actually the river that emptied out into the sea that the city was adjacent to--and the sounds of the city in the distance. There was still and orange glow against the black of the night sky over in the direction of the University, where the bombing occurred earlier in the night. That other man had been so good at what he'd been doing. It was a pity he'd had to leave so suddenly, but there was no helping it.
"Grotta was considering having you branded for what you've done," he muttered as he walked on across the great white arching architectural wonder. "Honestly, with as mad as that Hutt was, you'd be lucky if that's all you got when we get back. Maybe having a foot cut off will keep you in li-"
"There he is!"
Kzat growled as a line of guards fanned out before him from the other side of the bridge and brought his triumphant stroll screeching to a halt. There were at least ten of them, and cover was non-existent out on the open bridge. He was cut off from the far end. The Dashade turned on his heel and dashed the other direction, only to see another group coming his way, led by a man in the blue and white uniform of a guard from the University, with cords on one shoulder that marked him as a captain of some sort. But this 'captain' had a glowing yellow-orange blade in his hand.
"Jedi," Kzat snarled under his breath. He deactivated the dead man's switch on his detonator, instead switching it over to a normal timed setting and tossing it casually in the direction of the guards behind him. It went off with a dull whumph a few moment later, though if it killed any of them, he could not say, nor did he care.
"End of the road, buddy," Locke called out, pointing his blade in Kzat's direction. "Let the girl go free and you can spend your days rotting away in a prison out in space somewhere." The young Knight smirked at the Dashade. "I hear they're pretty nice these days. Or, you can fight, and we'll kill you." Locke shrugged casually. "It's your choice, really."
"Fine then," he called out, vitriol plain in his voice. "You caught me." He dropped--or threw, rather--Blanche roughly down to the ground and put his pistol back to his belt before he removed his slugthrower rifle from his back. "But I'll be damned if you're gonna kill me." There was a crisp clack! when he slapped a clip into place as he brought his rifle to bear. "I've killed your kind before. I've killed one of your so called 'Masters' before. And now I'll kill you."
{Yeah, had to do a pit of posturing to get things set up nicely on the bridge, but here we are}
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Post by Kella on Mar 31, 2010 23:01:13 GMT -5
They were circling, then they weren't, then they were talking, then they were moving more, and the sound of the guards around started getting louder and louder, and Kzat's shoulder still dug into her stomach, and being prodded in the skull, and her hands hurt from hitting stupid Kzat, and her throat hurt from sobbing, and everything just hurt and it was all so overwhelming, and she was still crying...
"Hey Prey! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Blanche's whole body snapped alright, driving her head even tighter against the gun, and pointing out once more how she was going to die... and he had just called her prey, so if Kzat didn't kill her, then that dolt would, and she was going to get shot, get shot and die, or maybe explode, explode and die...
Slowly, acceptance of this sunk into Blanche. She was going to die. She was going to figure out what happened to people when their heart didn't beat anymore. There was probably some all-knowing being, and it was messing with her, and she'd be doomed to do something awful like paint flowers for all of eternity, or she was going to suddenly wake up, and someone was going to yell, 'ha ha, your whole life's been one big practical joke!' or something, or she was just going to not exist anymore. But maybe she was okay with dying.
The spring of her tears exhausted, Blanche's sobbing faded to silence as she rode soberly upon the Dashade. He was moving now, and she didn't really care where she was going. If you were one of those really twisted optimists, that are stupid-happy all the time, then you might say that the Dashade was a black horse, carrying her to her romantic funeral. Fit for a hero or something equally tacky.
"It's almost over," Kzat said, in that raspy ugly voice of his. Blanche made the language sound much better than he did, she mused. But he was right. It was almost over. She was numb to his words, his threats. She was going to die before then, and that is how it was going to be.
Moonlight hit her again, reflecting off her pale skin and sparkling on her wet cheeks. Probably the last moonlight she'd ever see.
Last water.
Last Bridge.
Last Battalion of armed guards.
"There he is!" one of them yelled, and a hushed 'oof!' was forced from Blanche as the Dashade made a sudden one-eighty. They might not have been on her side, but they were against the Dashade.
"Jedi," Kzat suddenly hissed, and Blanche's eyes widened.
She was suddenly very not-okay with dying.
Kzat flipped whatever finicky switch on the detonator, and tossed it. So she wasn't going to explode!! A moment later, a wave of hot air washed over her. Oh, so someone else was probably going to instead. However, she was far to tangled up in her own survival to care much.
"End of the road, buddy, Let the girl go free and you can spend your days rotting away in a prison out in space somewhere. I hear they're pretty nice these days. Or, you can fight, and we'll kill you. It's your choice, really."
Blanche almost smiled. After all the stupid bounty-hunters, and that kid who pretended to be a Jedi, this was a Jedi. A sudden thought abruptly shattered Blanche's excitement. Maybe this was all some elaborate trap. If not by the snail's people, then by someone bigger. Maybe he wasn't a Jedi at all. Maybe none of them were! Maybe--
Weightless a moment, and then pain in every pore as she slammed into the ground. A long second passed as Blanche remained where she was, stunned. Then, her brain kicked into gear, the flight response quickly catching up, she pushed herself over onto her stomach, moaning deeply at the way all her muscles throbbed...
The sound of metal on stone hooked her eyes and drew them over; she froze. With a hushed scrape, the slugthrower became still, having fallen at the Dashade's feet, not a foot from Blanche's head. The gleaming wood and metal was reflected perfectly in Blanche's eyes, as the image of it burrowed deep into her brain. So she wasn't going to die. In fact, she was going to do something that was specifically going to make her not-die.
Her hand flashed out, snapping a death-grip on the slugthrower. Blanche snuck her knees up under her and scrambled for the edge of the bridge; anything to get her out of the central action. The railing of the bridge raced towards her like an island in roiling waters, and she dove for it, slumping against the cold metal. Her heart raced, her breathing was fast. Adrenaline pounded in her veins.
Blanche looked down at the gun. She looked up at Kzat.
Slump straightened into a bracing position, jaw set firmly, feet flush with the ground.
She knew what she had to do.
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 2, 2010 15:51:53 GMT -5
Arwyn pumped her arms in frustration. Would this chase ever end? A moment later the Jedi, Locke, walked out onto the bridge surrounded by atleast 40 guards. Briefly she wondered if any of them had ever fired a gun but, this was shook from her mind as the Dashade flipped a switch on the Thermal Det, and tossed it behind him. A moment later a thunderous explosion shook the bridge and Arwyn instinctively threw her arms over her head and ducked down. A moment later a guard that had been too close to the explosion, flew back over his comrade's heads and slapped wetly against the wall behind them.
She didn't even bother to peek out and check if he was ok, she knew from the wet smack that he was already dead before the poor guard's flight had even been halted by the wall. Fortunately she was still in the spaceport. She quickly looked for a way to get a good line of sight on the Dashade and his hostage. A moment later she rockted up into the ceiling and crept through the rafters, searching for an area that would allow her to shoot the troublesome Dashade without hitting her temporoary "allies". Finding a narrow exit, a grate that led to a short outcropping that looked over the bridge.
Arwyn stood fully upright and faced the Dashade, leveling her E-11 Blaster Rifle. She placed a foot on the railing on the outcropping and smiled, she had a clear view on the Dashade. She was about to speak into her comm when she saw the Dashade drop his captive and grab a slugthrower. Then somehow against all odds, the Arkanian girl grabbed the slugthrower and scrambled to the side of the bridge aiming it at the Dashade.
Arwyn almost laughed Ain't karma a fierfekin' pain? She adjusted her rifle slightly so it would rest against her shoulder more comfortably and waited to see what happened.
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Post by Foxfire on Apr 2, 2010 18:36:01 GMT -5
(Occ-last posting for race)
Je'Baru stared back at the Jedi as they left. Anger swelled with in him, but he could do nothing about it now. He was passed over as a common civie. No any day other than this Je'Baru wuold have tried to gut the being. It though was obvious that they were no longer needed or wanted but he will get retrobution for the first dismissial.
Taym hack into that Dashade's ship I want to know where he came from and where to find that maggity hutt resides. Then I want you to frag his ship's computer.
RyverOoo.......... some one sounds ticked off.
TaymRight. Will do, and hurry back were on top of a building outside the space port.
Taym used once again the secrity system's of alderaan to hack into the Dashade's ship computer. As Taym copied each of the system information he eraced and fragged the section. Each level was easy to crack and copy making sure not to take on the virial programs ment to protect it.
Suddenly Taym came to a halt in the copying.
Je'Baru come in. I've found some thing disturbing.
What naked pictures of that slim-o and the hutt?
No worse. The hutt, his boss, is not the hutt we are hutting. We've been fooled.
The noghri came to a halt at the entrance of the port. No longer could he hold his anger. A roar of frustrated rage erupted from him scaring many of the by-standers around and alerting two local police officers. Je'Baru's rage clouded mind was not responding to Ryver/Tayms' hails.
One of the officers mand the mistake of touching him. An instictual responce happened, Je'Baru grabbed the arm and spun around throwing the officer to the ground. He then grabbed the downed officer by the throat with his left hand and readied to gut the officer with his right clawed hand. That was until Reina spoke up.....
Je'Baru!! My love don't kill him he is innocent of the crime against you. ..... Please come back to me *sniffling* I need you to be near me.
The angelic voice righted Je'Baru's mind for but a few seconds enought time for him to leap away and run into a blind alley way and whip grapple up to the Dark Matter before the other officer had time to react.
As they flew off they circled by the Dashade's ship dropping two remote thermo-dets. As they lifted off toward space Ryver activated the thermo-dets and gravely damaged the Dashade's ship.
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Post by Jazen on Apr 5, 2010 17:32:02 GMT -5
Sweat poured from Jazen's forehead as he kept his lock on the Dashade's weapons from his hiding place, refusing to relinquish his grip. He didn't care how close he was to passing out, or how much this was draining him; his grip would stay until either the woman was safe or the Dashade was dead. There was always the chance the Dashade would try to kill himself or his hostage in an attempt to take the police or the other bounty hunters who stood facing him. And his master, who was drawing ever closer. The minute that woman hit the ground dead or he even thought of making a suicidal rush, that weapon in hand would be his undoing. It would be no problem to yank it from his grasp, activating the dead man's switch and engulfing him in a fiery ending.
Luckily, that didn't appear to be what was going to happen. The Dashade walked right past the bounty hunters, heading towards the spaceport's main bridge. Only two reasons for that; the bounty on the woman was only valid if she lived....or the pay was better alive. Either way, the Dashade was slipping out of Jazen's range for his powers. Jazen got ready to move to follow him, then noticed his body was completely numb. He had overexerted himself. Letting out small pants, Jazen suddenly felt a familiar presence, followed by a voice that took some of the stiffness away.
Jazen turned to the source of both the voice and the presence in the force and sighed when he saw his master, waving him to come down. Certainly took him long enough. However, Jazen shook his head to the invitation. This Dashade was too smart and too prepared. If they wanted any chance of successfully rescuing the woman, they had to catch him by surprise for once. Which meant hiding a card that he wasn't expecting. Jazen looked in the direction the Dashade had fled, towards the bridge. Dropping down to ground level, Jazen took off apart from his master, skidding to a stop to gaze upon the bridge from the windows. He looked for any other ways to get onto the bridge, but to his dismay, only saw the two passages on either side. He was about to back off and meet up with his master after all when he noticed something under the bridge. A closer look revealed that it was a sort of maintenance platform and it extended from one end of the bridge to the other.
Jazen couldn't help but grin. Jazen glanced towards where the end on this side began and rushed off towards it. It didn't take him long to find it, for the door was fully marked for easy recognition. The door was locked from the outside but one powerful push from the Force took care of that problem. Rushing inside, Jazen emerged on the platform and took a moment to connect himself to the surroundings. He could feel everyone above him, the guards on one side, his master on the other, the Dashade and his prisoner in the middle. Knowing he had no time to waste as the Dashade's hostility increased, Jazen moved to the spot located right under the kidnapper's location. Using well timed Force jump's, Jazen came up right under the bridge, wrapping himself around one of the bridge's hanging cables. His saber sprung to life and he carefully stabbed it into the roof above him, cutting very slowly through the bridge's floor. Luckily, he had chosen to cut a short distance away from the Dashade and an explosion muffled the sound of Jazen's saber burning through steel. Stopping so that the piece he was cutting was hanging on by a mere few scraps, Jazen prepared himself for what he had to do.
He had intended to wait for the perfect moment to make his move, but he felt the woman hit the ground just at the Dashade's hostility reached its peak. It was now or never. Mustering all the Force he could, Jazen sent a pulse of it into the roof, sending the piece he had cut shooting up. And Jazen was right behind it. Shooting up from the hole, Jazen had his saber extended the second his arm's were free, aiming for the Dashade's arm. He flipped over the Dashade, feeling his saber connect with flesh and a sudden burst of agonizing pain from the Dashade. Landing, Jazen flipped backwards, landing perfectly in front of his master. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air and Jazen grinned before backing up, knowing his body was truly spent now. He'd done his part, now all he had to do was let his master or the others finish the job.
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Apr 5, 2010 21:00:17 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Apr 5, 2010 21:00:17 GMT -5
THUD thud, cried her heart, and she knew what it said.
THUD thud, it repeated, and she knew what it meant.
Her eyes were riveted to the Dashade. To his cracked flesh, his putrid maw, his horrible claws.
THUD thud.
He was the Slug, and so he was her bondage. He represented everything that kept her from being free.
THUD thud.
Was that enough to justify what she was about to do?
Yeah. Yeah it was.
THUD thud.
Blanche pulled the trigger.
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Apr 5, 2010 22:29:15 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Apr 5, 2010 22:29:15 GMT -5
Everything happened very quickly. Kzat finished his tirade at the Jedi that was in the ridiculous uniform when the sound of movement behind him got his attention. He turned his head to see a boy, whose white hair made Kzat think him to be an Echani, leaping at him with an icy blue blade. Before the Dashade could properly react, the boys blade bit into his wrist, severing his hand from the rest of his arm. An angry roar, complete with bits of spittle, erupted from him as the pain blossomed, up his arm, and he swung his stub wildly at the boy, hoping to break his weak spine. It was too late, though. The boy was out of range, standing in front of the older Jedi, as if to protect him.
Surprise could be the only word to describe Locke's expression as he looked at Jazen. The boy had certainly come from nowhere, not that Locke would complain about it."Good, job," he said quietly as he laid a hand on Jazen's shoulder. As he made contact, he delved his senses into his student, and saw how worn out he was. He must have really worn himself out back in that room. "Stay back. I'll handle the rest of this."
Determination flashed in Locke's stormy grey eyes as he stepped forward and looked at his large foe. Already, the Dashade seemed to be getting over the pain of Jazen's strike. Those reptilian eyes burned with hatred as Kzat dropped his gun and drew the vibroblade with the wicked serrated edge. "I'll give you one more chance, buddy," Locke said as he tightened the grip on the hilt of his orange saber. "Surrender. You know you won't get out of this alive."
Kzat's face twisted into a grotesque sneer. He didn't honor the Jedi with a proper response, and instead attacked. That boy might have cut one of his hands off, but his sword arm was still in perfect condition, and even with just one arm, he was far stronger than the older Jedi. His blade crossed with the Jedi's and they danced back and forth for a few moments, matching each other tic-for-tac. The Jedi was decent enough, but Kzat had fought Jedi that were far more skilled than this man was; he would not survive the encounter.
Kzat laughed at the surprise that worked across the Jedi's face when the man tried to throw him back with a blast of the Force. Instead, Kzat was merely thrown off balance for a heartbeat. Apparently, the Jedi had forgotten that Dashade were resistant to Force attacks, and his guard faltered in his surprise. Kzat punished him for it.
Locke's vision spun when the Dashade's foot, propelled by the powerful bands of muscle in his massive legs, slammed into his stomach. The force of the blow was enough to bring him to his knees, and the blade of his lightsaber vanished as the hilt fell from his hands and clattered onto the smooth pavement. A stream of curses filled his head as he struggled to force himself up to his feet, but his body decided it wasn't going to cooperate, and he fell back to one knee. He was vaguely aware of the faint metallic clatter of the Dashade's weapon hitting the ground, and he looked up to see that Kzat had decided to forego its use, opting instead to work with his remaining hand, which, with those claws, could be just as deadly as that weapon.
Kzat was on the Jedi as soon as he was on his feet again. He lashed out with his claws, and to the man missed, the blow missed. But Kzat didn't give the man a chance to regain his saber, and kept attacking him. Another blow to the stomach, a fist to the side of the head. Not all of Kzat's attacks connected, but the one's that did were hard, and the Jedi staggered from them. Again, Kzat's wicked claws lashed out at Locke, and this time, the Jedi wasn't able to escape them. Kzat grinned felt his claws dig into flesh as they tore across the Jedi's chest and saw red start to stain the crisp white front of his uniform. The man's yell was answered with twisted laughter.
Locke's breath caught in his throat as his mind raced for something to do to strike back out at Kzat. His stomach was in more pain than he could ever recall it being in, his jaw hurt, he thought one of his ribs might habe been cracked, the cuts on his chest made it feel like it was on fire, and he could feel the slick warmth of blood flowing down the front of his torso. In all honesty, he just wanted to lay down somewhere and leave all of this behind, but he knew he couldn't do that. He just barely ducked under another swing of the Dashade's fist, and swore aloud when his knees nearly gave out. That only made him falter for a moment, but it was all Kzat needed wrap that massive hand around his throat and hoist him up into the air. Locke flailed madly at the Dashade as his grip tightened and his air was suddenly cut off, but nothing worked. It became very hard for him to reach out to the Force, and started to feel terror creeping into his mind when the edges of his vision started to go dark.
The next few moments were a blur.
Kzat's eyes suddenly went wide, as a loud bang! rang out across the bridge. Locke was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, and barely scrambled out of the way before Kzat's body collapsed onto him. The next thing he saw was the Arkanian girl, with a still-smoking pistol gripped in her small hands. "You've got some really good timing, you know that?"
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Apr 7, 2010 23:46:30 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 7, 2010 23:46:30 GMT -5
Arwyn stood upon the bridge watching the whole mess. She'd been impressed when Locke's padawan came springing up from below the bridge and behind the Dashade. She was even more suprised when he'd ignited the lightsaber and chopped off his hand. She was suprised even further when Locke, issued one final warning. Stupid Jedi, he's not going to give up! Why would he? This bounty is worth alot of credits! Just kill him and be done with it! Arwyn thought as the Dashade drew his vibrosword with his remaining hand and advanced on Locke. Arwyn fired, her first shot hitting the pavement behind the Dashade's left foot. The second shot missed too, hitting the bridges rail as the Jedi fought the single armed alien. Then a loud bang went off just as Arwyn fired a third time.
At first Arwyn thought she had hit him and killed him but, a quick look at the Arkanian girl and the smoking Slugthrower told her that this wasn't the case. She had shot him. The screaming, crying, fightened brat had kriffing shot him! Arwyn pumped her arms in frustration and slung the E-11 over her shoulder before igniting the remaining fuel in the jetpack and gently gliding down to the bridges surface. Arwyn told herself that atleast the chase was over and she'd finally be getting paid as she strode towards the two Jedi and the shocked Arkanian girl.
Slowing considerably so as not to scare the poor girl, Arwyn took off her helmet and placed it in the crux of her arm, before reaching out gently and patting the girls shoulder. "It's ok, it's finally over now. You can put it down. Do you remember me? I'm Arwyn. I'm with these Jedi here. You're safe. You're safe" Arwyn said as gently as she could, pointing to the two Jedi not five feet away, and cracking a humored smile and shaking her head Nice shot newbie. Very nice shot[/color]. The Mandalorian didn't try to guide the Slugthrower down to the pavement, though she wanted to. She just crouched beside her and gently patted her on the shoulder, letting her know that it was ok through her touch.
The girl had been through so much that Arwyn didn't know how she was going to react, so playing it safe was the best course for now. She didn't want the girl rabbiting again, after all. "Hey Locke, lemme see your robe. This girl looks like she could use some warmth and my armor doesn't exactly fit that bill" Arwyn said looking over to the older Jedi.
Arwyn shook her head again and chuckled lightly muttering "My god girl, you can really move. You led us on quite a chase. It was fun. Good shot by the way" beneath her breath.
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