Edited by Coren Starchaser, 19 February 2018 - 11:01 PM.
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So he wasn’t alone, was he now? The thing was that the Jedi here, that was working just how his father would, obvious and ready. Jared had his saber with him, of course, he was an enforcer for the Alliance and Directorate. But his pistol was at the ready, and his free hand, his left hand, was being used to solidify the fabric of the world in front of him, to block, if not absorb, any energy coming to him.
He looked to the Jedi, and nodded. That was a good feeling, to have that kind of back up. He could feel the darkness here, that sick in the voidless powers that were the Force. The warmth coming off the Jedi was refreshing and he watched the other two.
He had his lightsaber, but until one came out, he was going to busy himself with taking shots at everyone from here with his blaster. The Zabrak, the two people who were claiming to be allies, and the others. “If you are allies you’ll stand down. We were warned the Confederacy was going to be on our turf. The treaty demands you respect our law.” He was watching them all, not sure who had caused the issue.
Watching carefully he still was not sure what he was doing he listened to the words that came of the blonde man's mouth he was not going to listen for whatever reason he had felt the need to protect this family with his priority being the woman he felt he could trust her he knew he sensed Dathomir on her and that would fuel him to trust her even if it was misled he would stand his ground " No, " looking at the blonde man who had tried to intervein as he spoke but only one word he did not fear this man neither did he want to attack or start a fight but he would if needed " I have not broken your law, you coming at us for no reason is going to force me to break it as this is a family issue between the three of them not anyone else I'm sorry about the innocent lives lost today you may do what you must to arrest the man responceable but you will not touch the woman or younger man " now putting himself between the blonde man and the woman to stop any attempt at attacking her or her what seemed to be her brother.
Edited by Darth SiRiDio, 21 February 2018 - 11:42 PM.
Watching as the man then proceeded to talk to his son about being proud of the bloodline and the natural cycle of the family the Zabrak did not care for this whole family idea not knowing his family since he was young his father being killed by Sith the same as his mother he did join the Sith for 30 years but he realized they used him for his power and precision after which he slaughtered all Sith on the ship he was on killing 5 to 6 Sith although this was not enough he would hunt them further but for now a new threat rises said man who bullied the clone and his son threatened to kill him looking at the man he did not fear him " It is not a show of strength to bully a poor clone, then kill 20 innocent beings who could not protect themselves then to bully your own son you do not scare me and I will protect your daughter but I hold not loyalty to you " being interupted by the new man waving his lightsaber in the direction of the two saying they would be going in for questioning which was never going to happen " I will be going nowhere I killed noone and plan to keep it that way unless you point your weapon at me again " starting to grow irratated the Zabrak's eyes grew from the natural cool blue to the normal red and yellow typical in Sith since he still used it teaching and power but to help destroy Sith and other darkside users.
Edited by Darth SiRiDio, 21 February 2018 - 11:42 PM.
Well he was glad about one thing and that was not having his dads hand trying to crush his windpipe anymore, He rubbed the area around his neck as he regained his breathing again and listened to Ket Van-Derveld talk and mention hes not a typical father. Well the lightning storm and the current situation wasn't obvious enough about that plus if this family had anything normal in it was the fact that there Lupine and love to use Magic of some form or another everything else was a series of weird and strange events with more probably to show up if this reunion was any indication, He stood up with the help of his father and simply nodded in response to him saying he will help him out. He simply stood there as the other two who came in asked for all three of them except his sister who has diplomatic immunity, Wonder what she does for a living now to earn that? another question for later for now they wanted to bring them in for questioning which given the situation was a very valid move on there part. The Zabrak didn't seem keen on going he only hoped it would escalate anymore then it already has.
The clone shook his head at how many people kept showing up, he shoved his blasters back into his holsters looking around from his now slightly damaged helmet, he looked around analyzing the enemies from around, he disliked the odds, he disliked the odds majorly.
CG-4287 shook of the dread of being dizzy- after being slammed into a wall he didn't feel so good, he sauntered over to where the action was happening, he looked himself over dusting himself off slightly as he wanted to make a good presentation of him- Wait why was he doing this he just wanted all the fighting to stop.
"Everyone- Please stop fighting this is useless, we no longer need to fight- we don't need more deaths as it is, Enough lifes have been claimed." The clone said with a cough, CG-4287 tried to steady himself but failed going off balance and mis-stepping, he straightened himself once more.
"We don't need to fight- I know there have been deaths today but we don't need to start a fight right here, Can we just forget about all of this" CG-4287 said dreading the words that came out of his mouth, he hated what he was saying, People had died.
People who had families and died.
Ventures anger boiled once more a wisp of the force moving the table next to him to show for his anger, he disliked the anger boiling in him, he just wanted to release it- but it felt so good to feel anger to feel malice, something he hadn't felt in years.