A Bounty hunting, not quite (have fun)

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Gear in bio

A man who went by the name Jorus Merrill, had put a bounty on her and some her former associates. Even the the turn coat [member="Sanya Val Swift"], who lost her gut's and joined The Republic, that thought made her sick to her stomach. She did not wana hide on Panthar, as Zambranos would probably sell her for the cash, as she was only a servant of them. So yeah they totally would sell her for a new bottle of wine, or even a branch of McYoda being closer to his palace.
So rather than wait she head to Kal'Shebbol, to find this man who put a bounty on her, she was dressed in her leather armour, and hand cannons slapping around on her bottom.

She asked around with a pic, saying Have you seen this man to quite a few people. Most looked at her, like she was demented or something, however looks can kill, but she caused them a minor headache, she will get better at that. Finally she found some drunk man said Yeah he is in bar over there. She gave him a quick hug and kiss, as she was not all bad, just happens to like following genocidal maniacs, like [member="Darth Vornskr"]. As she finally got to the bar, she looked around but did not quite recognise him. So in typical style Does anyone know where Jorus Merill is, he owes me five credits. she shouted.

 

[Matreya]

Matreya sat silently within the bar, staring down at his glass. Within its crystalline structure sat a clear liquid that bubbled when swirled - obviously either Gin or Vodka. He brought the glass to his lips, a small sip passing through the flesh. As he lowered the glass, his senses peaked against something behind him: someone rather.

Turning on his stool, he leaned back against the countertops on his elbows. There was a woman shouting about some small amount of credits. It was owed to her by a man known as Jorus. The name was familiar, possibly one from his own universe. But Merrill was definitely familiar - hell the Archer Gear he wore was a remade work of Rave's. So whomever this was, it was not simply about cash...

Raising his glass again, the jewel of the Shard of Retaliation shined beautifully in the light over the bar. Seeing the glint, he lowered the hand quickly. He was always ready for battle, as evident, but this newest tool was not one he wanted known just yet. Speaking of gear, underneath his basically indestructible Archer Armor, sat his Baka Bodyglove. At each hip was his Compound Bow, and Quiver, both were hidden from sight through the White Current.

Why did the armor need be mentioned? On the chance a battle ensued. The Force whispered that he should be careful.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ Gear in sig, wearing this.

[member="Harley"] [member="Matreya"]

IC/

KAL'SHEBBOL

In his youth, Jorus had been a bit of a drunk. Since joining the Jedi, though, he'd moderated his consumption, and now he only drank a bit of lum now and again. Today was one such day, and he nursed a mug of lum to celebrate the Kathol Outback's liberation. Lum didn't really intoxicate, so he was still pretty much clear-headed when the girl's voice rang out.

Does anyone know where Jorus Merrill is? He owes me five credits.

That didn't strike him as hugely probable, unless the debt went back twenty years to his smuggling days. The voice sounded just about that old, too. He glanced up and caught sight of a girl in leather, with a pair of old single-shot One Sith officer pistols at her belt. Bounty hunter, maybe, coming to get information on the bounty he'd just placed. That, or someone here to protest said bounty strenuously; the One Sith weapons suggested that.

He took stock of his position and condition. His fight with Darth Vornskr had torn him up pretty bad, but he'd been healing up since then on heavy doses of high-grade kolto. His torn-off hand was now a quick, strong Emperor's Reach from NeuroSaav, a delicate prosthesis of durasteel, phrik, circuits, and ivory. He'd taken a seat alone in a corner booth. Now he stood up and took a step out of the booth, drawing back his trenchcoat to show the sabre at his belt.

"That's me," he said. "You here to take the bounty?"

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

She saw him get up out of the booth, and then asked was she after the bounty. She smiled quite wicked smile, she could totally be bounty hunter if she patience, oh and cunning, and not to mention of she had time. Though if it was not for these deficiencies, she could be a bounty hunter couldn't she. She then replied ​Sorry hun, I just can't afford to have bounty on me, I am not that well paid. This was because [member="Darth Vornskr"] was skint flint when paying for help, but she had tendency to follow genocidal maniacs. Possibly as she did not want to be the victim, or she had some other mental issues. Though either way she did follow the crowds that totally killed people on mass, but as mama said it was better to paid and feth, than just get fethed. Her mum was a lady night on Coruscant before The Republic lost control.

She then began to try and make herself angry, as she need to induce a force rage into herself. It was her greatest battle strength, but her greatest social weakness. She then added to him, So Fether are you going cancel the bounty on me, or I am going have to take your cash so you can't pay up? She was totally a thief as well, well more a mugger, but both paid.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"]

"Oh, so you're one of the Black Rose karkwits that forcibly alchemized civilians on Demonsgate? Cancel the bounty on you? How the feth you think the verse works, kid?"

He took stock of his assets -- the paddle beamer concealed in his prosthetic hand; the single-use energy shield hidden in one of his rings; the lightsabre that had just found his hand. The kathracite-core weapon, a simple and unassuming thing, snapped to life, and half the Kal'Shebbol cantina flinched back from the blue lightsabre. He raised the weapon one-handed and leveled it at her, calling on the Force through his navigational instincts. So far, he didn't move, didn't use the Force at all.

"In the verse where I live, you do something bad, you take the consequences. Today you get exactly one chance to surrender."

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

She listened to him, but liked the fact he was talking down to her. This helped her rage, and being angry was good thing for her. Her eyes began to turn yellow, just at the edges though of her eris. She said Well puddin, it looks like I am going to have find another way to stop that bounty. She went for her hand cannon, and then pointed at another person in the bar. He froze as she did, Now Puddin, cancel the bounty or this get's ugly! She had the gun pointed at him, at almost point blank range, and Jorus next words would decide his fate....

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"]

"You're going to put down that weapon," said Jorus, hands loose in front of his chest, "and here's why. That's a One Sith officer hand cannon. It fires one big shot, and then it's empty. You're carrying two of them, and I may be pretty terrible as a duellist but I can take you down before you reload, no question about it. Now, maybe, maybe, you can get me in two shots. I'm sore as feth, see. But you sure can't get me in one."

It was, admittedly, a gamble based on his unwillingness to put the hostage at further risk -- and his near-equal unwillingness to back down on this particular point. He'd let one war criminal get away at Demonsgate when she'd used human shielding; he wasn't about to make that call again if he could help it. The Sith kid didn't strike him as the most stable of persons, but even nutcases could count to two.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Her smiled broadened as he talked to her, and then replied Yeah Puddin, but they make a real mess! At that very second, she pulled the trigger BOOOOM She blow hole through him and the bar, the man looked stunned as his life force began to leave him. She looked at him almost in morbid fascination, at the sheer mess it made of his body. As she did her hand cannon dropped to the floor, and made a clattering noise as landed and bounced of it. As she dropped she reached for lightsabers, though she left them unlite for now. She then looked Jours dead in the eye, and said Oopsie daisy, look what you made me do! It was more to make him think, and get angry. Jedi were not as powerful when they had emotions running through them, unless they gave in to darkside. As she spoke her pupils became even more Yellow, she was angry and she was hoping to feed of his emotions to help finish of her descent into a rage.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"]

To Jorus' regret and shame, he'd long since become inured to death, both the distant and the immediate. He'd fought the Bando Gora reavers at knife range in campaign after campagin; he'd interrupted atrocities; he'd literally walked through Hell once. One more death -- well, he knew it should matter more, knew he should feel more, but if she was hoping to infuriate him, she had another think coming.

When he'd pulled the sabre and she'd pulled the gun, people started edging out the doors. When she took a hostage, that traffic had intensified. When she pulled the trigger, the cantina's occupants scattered. In short order, they stood alone in the bar. Jorus inhaled the scent of death -- blood, brain, voided bowels. His hands were still in front of his chest, loose.

The old him might have commented on how the murder was a mistake, or demanded her surrender again. The new him just bent his left hand up by a few degrees and triggered the Ssi-Ruuvi paddle beamer in the underside of his wrist. No telegraphing, no tell, just a faint silvery line connecting them. Paddle beamer strikes could be bent, but not deflected, by lightsabres; they ignored shields and armour; they caused no physical damage, but paralyzed whatever they touched. Swing that beam across an arm or a leg, and it'd be numb for hours unless certain Force arts were employed for a quicker recovery. Swing it across the central nervous system, and the result could range from knockout to coma.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

As she went for her lightsabers, something just struck her. She felt her arm go suddenly numb, the look on face practically said What the Feth! As it did she dropped one of her lightsabers, it landed and bounced a little on the floor making a ring noise. As it did the dead customer now fell of his barstool, as his corpse finally became unbalanced. Her lightsaber now lay in the hole, that her hand cannon made in his body. Though this was enough to finalise her transition into a force rage, she used the force to leap the gap between her and Jorus. She swung her lightsaber from left hand side, in overhead sweeping motion to try and remove the hand that just struck her.......

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"]
His sabre hand came down and out as he exhaled, and his sabre rose to a diagonal. Her blade slammed into his about a handsbreadth from his emitter matrix. With her momentum behind it, the red sabre jarred his single-handed guard and brushed his skull. The scent of burning hair overwhelmed the odor of death, and he flinched. Half an inch farther and she'd have opened his skull. As it was, her blade had grazed his scalp, and pain rushed through him.

For the moment, though, she was still coming at him, her momentum unabated. He stepped into her landing and jabbed out with his left hand. The wrist-mounted paddle beam was good for five seconds of continuous fire every minute; it would be a good fifty-five seconds before it could fire again. In the meantime, however, Jorus stiffened his alusteel, duraplast, and ivory fingers into a spearpoint, curving them just slightly so impact wouldn't bend them back. He jabbed at her exposed midriff, keeping her blade up and at bay with his other hand. A spearhand to the gut wasn't a killing or crippling strike in most circumstances. The goal here was to -- well, to make her throw up. Overwhelm her with nausea and discomfort, interrupt her fit of rage as thoroughly as a bucket of cold water upside the head.

A fraction of a second later, assuming nothing else happened, her body would crash into his tensed left shoulder. That might not go well for either one of them, but he'd stepped into her Force-jump on purpose at the last second. No point in backing out now.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

He went to jab her in the stomach, as he did she tried to turn slightly. She did not get fully out the way, the strike hit hard. Though due to force rage, she did not totally feel the full strength of the blow, though by morning she would be sick from it. She also be picking out cortosis splinters, as few bit's dug into her from the blow. She could not feel the few specks blood now trickling from her stomach, from where they had embedded a little into her stomach. Her lightsaber was still pushed against his, as she was struck. His blow made fall back a bit though, realising there blades from each other.

As they did she struck back at him, something inside her kept saying get rid of that hand. She then swung her lightsaber underhand to try and remove it, as she did it she tried to turn her body into him as well......

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"] battered at his guard again as she fell back a step; then she brought her blade down, around, and up again at the underside of his sabre. He botched the block adjustment. The red sabre's tip hissed against his blade emitter, and sheared away a slice. His sabre sparked and died -- repairable, but not in the moment, not remotely. Her blade continued up, and she stepped in. Jorus dropped to his right knee, further closing the gap. This close, he recognized the armour for terentatek leather, a ripoff or salvage of one of his sister's creations. Useless knowledge to him, in this particular moment.

He fully expected her to bring her blade down at his back in some way, but she'd have to do some tricky stuff with her wrists, and for a split second, he had pretty much unfettered access to every target area from the ribs down.

He punched out point-blank with his deactivated sabre. The goal was to jam the sparking, molten, hard-as-iron emitter into the front of the kid's left thigh. As he did that, he brought his left arm above his head as if deflecting a downward strike. If she struck downward with her sabre, his goal here was to power upward and slam his half-flesh, half-metal forearm into the undersides of her arms, deflecting the blade indirectly.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Her blade cut through effortlessly through his lightsaber, destroying the emitter part of it. This came with own problems as the nothing to slow the momentum down, she came a little unbalanced. He was faster than her, and dropped down to his knee and stabbed her with his blade. She felt this through her force rage, the blow shook her out her rage. As she did she still tried to bring her lightsaber down on him, he pushed into her. As she no real center of balance, and his momentum made her fly over his shoulder. She dropped other saber as he did, and landed flat on her hands. This sent shock wave down her, even her numb arm felt it. As it brought some feeling into it, she rolled on to her back lashing out with leg as she did.This was wild blow with no aim in it at all though, more hope if he was about to attack her she might hit him.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"]

Jorus staggered forward and caught himself against the bar; he half-turned as her kick lashed out. But she'd been operating on the possibility or assumption that he'd move to the attack, and he wasn't. Instead, he crouched by a fallen barstool and a body. The body.

The one with a lightsabre hilt sticking out of a hole in its chest.

Pragmatism spurred him, and his good hand closed around the bloody hilt. He stood-

Snap-hiss.

-and the red blade activated, pointing at her as she scrambled or stood or whatever she was doing. She'd just dropped her other blade. He had, for the moment, a pragmatic and -- to some -- dishonourable opening. Rather than give her a chance to pick up her weapon, he slashed for the nearest part of her: her foot. A quick disabling strike could take her out of the fight and let him hand her over to Kal'Shebbol law enforcement.

 

[Matreya]

Having watched for a moment as it escalated, as well hearing confirmation that the attacker was Sith, Matreya rose to his feet. Swallowing down the last of his drink, he shook his head, rolled his shoulders, then lurched to action. Momentarily, he was visible, then gone, save to those whom utilized the White Current.

Moving forward slowly, he reached to his hip, freed the broken down Compound Bow found there, and with a well practiced move, had it snugly placed to proper connections. As he finished, a thought sent an arrow free from the quiver on the opposite. Plucking it from the air, he placed the feathered shaft, and then drew until it was tight.

Around a hundred pounds of pressure was found at this moment. No need to go above or beyond. Hell, a hundred was enough to nearly put an arrow through a human body - depending on location.

Dropping his Cloak, he appeared once more, his arrow still nocked, aimed at the Sith, "I agree with the kind gentleman here. This is the one chance you get from me now. Surrender."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Harley"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

As the lightsaber swung into her foot, she gave of howl in pain. Though cortiss stopped the worse of the damage, as without she would lost her foot. Seeing the other turn up, she welped and said Feth it! The lied back down awaited for him to kill her.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Harley"] [member="Matreya"]

Then lied back down awaited for him to kill her.

Jorus did.

Just kidding.

Incapacitating someone while they were down was one thing; killing them was something else entirely. Jorus picked up his broken lightsabre and shoved it through his belt with his off hand. He deactivated her sabre and picked up the other one too. About that time was when the waiting cops busted in. The Underground was huge here, and his profile was fairly high; that, and she'd been shouting his name earlier. Even so, local law enforcement was pretty firm about taking control of the situation, and he acquiesced. They cuffed the unconscious Sithling and carted her away, along with her weapons. Eventually she'd stand trial for the murder of the guy in the bar, the hostage. Some time after that, she'd be extradited to face trial for the Demonsgate war crimes. Or, more likely, she'd stand trial in absentia while locked away in a Kal'Shebbol jail.

As the local sheriffs took care of all of that, Jorus turned to the archer. "Thanks for the assist," he said, extending his hand. "Jorus Merrill."

 

[Matreya]

Valashu smiled, shaking the hand in return, "Pleasure, Jorus, names Elahad, Valashu Elahad." He began to break down his bow, "But no thanks are necessary, I did nothing until the last moment, as I guessed she would continue being an issue long after now. So basically, I did nothing." He chuckled, then hooked his bow to his hip again, once more letting it vanish into the White Current invisibility ever present there - found on both sides so as to protect bow and quiver alike.

"Honestly though, I am curious; not many beings hold enough authority to not be taken upon the arrival of the feds." Val said, "So I have to ask; who are you really? Your name may be true, but you have the stature of an unimportant man, even if the evidence points otherwise."

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Matreya"]

Jorus raised an eyebrow as the weapons vanished into thin air. Then again, the man himself had just appeared out of thin air, so the bow and arrows were small potatoes.

"I'm a General in the Underground, one of a few. We recently liberated this sector from the Black Rose leftovers. Not much more to it than that." Kal'Shebbol sheriffs didn't know or care that he was a Jedi Master. The Underground, though, had been well entrenched in the Kathol for years, ever since Alec Rekali's historic expedition. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "So you could call it professional courtesy, I guess.

"How about you? Where'd you learn to disappear? We talking Disciple of Twilight bent-light stuff, or are you screwing with my brain a little?"