A Rambler's Life (Aeten II)

[Salvador Grim]

He thought this was a cute trick as he saw the force bubble surround him and his bomb but he only smiled and winked as he chuckled, because he knew in all his force training that a force bubble required extreme concentration needed to sustain the bubble and the person doing it would have to be momentarily immobile in order to enact the bubble, and sometimes, completely stationary in order to sustain it. It required great focus and great power it was a serious drain on the body.

Then it got him thinking drain :hmm: How about some force drain, he would point his left hand towards the bubble and focuses on it using force drain to drain the energy out of the bubble so if the other man wanted to keep it going it would bring them to a battle of will power who would hold out longer. Force Drain tapped into the strengths of an organic target, Sometimes dramatically exhausting the victims almost instantaneously. With force drain on his side he was not worried about this bubble for long moments maybe and it would break and then he would have some fun.

Originally his plan was just to clear out the bar so he could ""chat"" with the people here in private but now he was attacked in a sense. So he was left with but one option time to tap into his darker nature ,As much as one may use the Force to bolster the wills and strengths of others, the reverse is possible, though not often used. Instead of sending one's will through connections in the Force, instead such connections are drawn upon, fed upon, and drained. He would chuckle as his eyes glowed red and he pushed his left hand closer towards the bubble pulling the energy from it with force drain :How long do you think it will take before this bubble breaks and my force drain starts to feed on you:

He winks then he brings up his right and now pushes the force drain at the bubble with both hands and as the bubble would begin to flicker and then make a loud pop as the force bubble barrier cracked. He would simply step out of the radius of the bubble towards the exit door if there was one thing he didn't want today it was too have to deal with the two people by the bar that looked like Mandalorian's.

Mandalorian's were famous for dealing with force users and they were not to be trifled with by sith or Jedi everyone in the galaxy knew Mandalorian's meant business and he would not wait around to see how this played out as he stepped into the streets,Then snapped his fingers and activated the Thermal Detonator, Maybe it was true that it wouldn't hurt anyone , maybe the force master would have enough left in him too get the force bubble working properly again now that it wasn't being drained it did not matter to him as he activated his jet pack and jumped into the air gliding towards a roof across the street from the Cantina.

Once he landed on the roof of the building across the street, he would duck in and brace too aim and fire , waiting for some one to step out into the street. Then he had another idea he was wearing his Roamer-6 breather mask after all, he speaks the voice command :Roamer 6 activate breather: as soon as he said this his mask would start ventilating the air around him doing its job. Then he raised up his missile launcher and pointed it at the dome and focused as he did a systems check to make sure all his breather systems were working on his mask.

Then he uses his optical targeting system and scans the dome above him , a computer voice reads out :Target_Locked Payload two Low Altitude Assault explosive projectiles: He fires the two missiles towards the dome above him then jump off the roof and activates his Jet pack and races towards the star port. When he was about a few blocks away from were all the chaos happened.Then he taps his chest and activates his CQ-3.9x holographic image disguise and places a holo image over him self making him appear to be a regular merchant wearing brown Jedi robes with blond hair and blue eyes about 5ft 11 inches tall. If he had to he would be able to fake being a Jedi as he was a force master.

He knew the two missiles he shot at the dome were pointless and would do no harm obviously they probably would have had a spacial force field to protect this place encase the dome broke to give the repair droids time to repair the crack in the event it was hit by a asteroid. He knew his missiles would only provide a slight distraction between the dome breaking and there force fields going up to prevent atmospheric depressions of containment.

He was confident know though as he was dressed different and looked different that it would be hard to figure out who he was unless some one looked at him directly from perhaps two feet away or a droid scanned him and realized the illusion. He would stand by the space port and relax chatting with locals and gathering information as he watched the security forces of this planet rush around dealing with the chaos.

All he wanted was some stygium and this devolved so fast , he had tons of resources he could trade or secrets to hidden tech this would probably never seen, he was more then willing to make a deal but perhaps the heavy hand and i am going to rob you for stygium approach was not the right way to go.

It was the nature of his race , The Zauberlords were a nomadic space race they did not deal with others if they did not have to and it was hard for them to understand the social conventions of lesser races as they considered most other species inferior to there own kind. perhaps it was a inborn arrogance a deep trait in there DNA but this was how they did things by force.

Even when they made deals with other races it was at the end of a gun or a knife, only the strong survived that was how it was done with Zauberlords.

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[Aay'han Ruyot]

Turbulence in the Force. It drove like a stake of ice through Aay'han's head. He could feel it creeping towards his mind. His being, his existence, his secrets.
He gritted his teeth, shields of iron rose around his mind. A will harder than Beskar shattered the chilling assault. Warmth filled hid head again. A battle won, with no one to witness. He knew Grim's mind was working.

Osik.

Explosives he had. This other hut'uun was going to cause trouble. Force wielders always had.
He became aware of someone next to him. The person seemed to pose no immediate threat, so he ignored the presence, and focused on the threats.
This pilot was more than he seemed. Most likely to pull his blaster, or something else. Priority target number one.
Grim was target number two. He was dangerous but more likely to run.

His calculating took mere seconds. His head was still pounding. His breath came short and fast, only outside his armor did appear to still be calm and attentive. His surroundings came at him with crisp detail, and blinding light.
He was getting angry. ​It's there fault. They started this the aruetiise fools. Someone is going to pay.

He yelled. More like a roar of a deranged predator, enhanced by his helmet's audio systems. He entered another mode. He was no longer human. All feelings and thought disappeared. He was a killing machine.
He was a Hunter.
A pair of finely tuned Westar-35s slid into his hands like an extension of himself. His HUD went alive with activity. If they thought they had some impressive explosives, they were in for a lesson.
"There will be silence Jetiise", he growled.

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[Salvador Grim]

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[Salvador Grim]

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[Riva Quill]

He didn't need to nod, much less gesture. She was already gone, instincts kicking her up to her feet automatically. Unarmed in an increasingly hostile environment easily took away the 'fight' options in her self-preservation instincts. The moment the man across from her used the Force against the clearly insane man holding a grenade was the moment things got a little too out of hand.

She slid out the booth and bolted, darting between patrons and chairs with ease. She vaulted a table and tumbled beneath a barmaid with a tray full of beer before sliding up to the doorway. It wasn't until she was out into the street that two things hit her: she'd forgotten her beer somewhere between the table and the door and the man she was talking to wasn't outside yet. Frowning, she ducked down and around the corner into the alleyway. Chances were, if he was going to come out of the bar, he'd need to come out the front or the service entrance. Either way, she could see him from the corner of the alley.

Her hands dug into the top of her boot for a moment before pulling out the vibroknife tucked inside. She wasn't completely unarmed in truth, but when up against blasters, bombs, and the Force she was very, very much outclassed. Discretion was the better part of valor and so she found herself tightly gripping a vibroknife in a soaked, dirty alley wondering if her contact was going to show up or not while trying to remember where the weak points were in Mandalorian armor.

If there were any.

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[Coren Starchaser]

Apparently this was just one of those days, yeah the type where nothing went how you suspected it would? That was the kind of day Coren was having. And with the thermal detonator shielded, he knew he was able to protect the ones that were in the bar. You know, he would be more than willing to help a pirate out, but no, this one had to go and lead with the hard hand, the guns, and the detonator. Why did people feel the need to threaten everyone? Sometimes asking for help, and tossing a few credits, and a sob story about how the Empire killed your family got you a long way. Especially with a card carrying Alliance member like Coren.

What he wanted to know was what it was all abuot with his barrier fading. That was not something he was used to. Coren knew how the dark side worked, and how to counter it. But this… well, maybe it was the drinks. He wasn’t sure. DIdn’t matter much now, the man had… did he fly away? He looked up quickly to the exit hole, then back to the detonator. Another bubble and that was all Coren could do. He wasn’t going to risk his more exotic displays of the Force in this place.

He heard the Mando’s … rage? And grabbed the detonator in the Force, concentrating on the protection bubble, the thing would explode any time, and followed Riva, very quickly, out the door. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.

Wasn’t about to fight Mandoboy without his saber.

He was moving quickly, but with the serenity that Force valor gave him, focused on the path and the people, the detonator. He threw it to the place he assumed it would do the least damage, off between a reinforced structure. Yeah, he wasn’t about to defuse that. Turning, he scanned, he knew Riva was around here. Right, alley way.

Hurrying over, he tapped her shoulder. “Speeder garage, now.” He pointed at the structure that housed personal speeders. Starchaser assumed he could lift one from the dome’s staff. Simple, right?

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[Riva Quill]

For once, she was spot on. This usually didn't happen often and as her contact exited via the front door, she took a moment of relief that she was correct in her assumption. A few moments later he was pointing at the local garage and his plan came rushing back to her mind. She wasn't exactly tall enough to reach and grab his shoulder, but thankfully sleeves were still a thing.

"Not a smart idea," she said, grasping the fabric around his wrist. "Those are usually watched, in person or on camera. We'll wind up in a firefight or on every police commlink between here and the starport. Its a good way to wind up shot."

It dawned on her that the situation was sufficiently stressful that she was acting and functioning less like herself and more like an assertive form of herself. The thought of drawing more attention to herself than absolutely necessary didn't exactly bother her, it was the fact that others seeing this would assume she was far more capable than she was when she wasn't. After all, it wasn't like she was some grizzled veteran or long-time associate of the underworld. She just grew up below the streets of Coruscant, after all. She hoped it wasn't evident; she'd worked hard to get rid of most of her accent.

"Uh... One off the street will be better..." Riva stated as she moved off in another direction, not realizing her hand was still locked on the other man's sleeve. "Down this way... Over there, that'll do it."

It wasn't much, but it was a decent two seater with an enclosed cab. The vehicle was no racer, but it wasn't exactly a passenger bus. To her mind, it would do better than some flashy and fancy sports speeder.

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[Aay'han Ruyot]

The bar emptied fast. Fine. The pulsing in the Force wavered. He still felt the need for blood.
He holstered his blasters. His fists clenched and relaxed, entirely without his knowledge. Any alcohol in his veins was now overtaken by pure adrenaline.
Aay'han needed credits, and fast. He noted the jetiise head out the door after a female he hadn't really paid attention to before. Suspicious.
Suspicious usually meant illegal, which meant a bounty, which meant credits. One way or another, he sure wouldn't be any worse off than he was now. In three bounds he skidded to a stop outside.
He noted two people, shadows really, getting into an enclosed cab speeder. It was them, he could sense it. He would follow.
He glanced about for a vehicle. Lots of flashy speeders, some junkers. That one though....
It looked like nothing more than a family speeder, but the upgrades. Probably the fastest speeder on the street.
He strode across the street, and slammed a fist into the window. He unlocked the vehicle and slid into the racing seat. As would be typical with a constantly modified vehicle, under the dash was open. A quick hot wire job got it started.
It was quiet. Perfect. He scanned the Force quickly for his targets presence, and started off.


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[Chekīta Kaie]

Chetika had not tried anything since the start of the supposed fight, more used to waiting for others to attack before she did, but it seemed that mister detonator did not intended to stay around. Made sense nether would she if a Mando with that sort of armor and weapons, perhaps it was the presence of what she assumed to be friends that gave the woman's hopes up, but even then it was two verses 3, and the other girl did not seem to be a fighter.

Whatever the case all the targets high tailed it out of the bar as quickly as possible, mister detonator heading up to the surrounding roof, activating his ow jet pack in the process, noisy and not really her thing, but was great to get away from combat without trouble. The other two, the seemed to be splitting from their 'friend' and cutting tail to the speeder taxi ramp or just down one of the sides street, not that she cared, getting in trouble with the police was that last thing she wanted.

As mister Mando raced out of the bar Chetika just gave a light shrug, delivering a hard kick to the detonator left on the ground, the device sailing out the door and away from any potential victims. "My jobs here is done, gotta stop getting roped into these sorts of things". Returning to the bar and reaming drink she eyed said store owner crouching behind the counter, visibly shaking unaware the danger was over, "Oi, bud, the party poppers av left, I also took care of that explosive for you, now... can I get a refill"?

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[Coren Starchaser]

See, now she was just suck the joy out of everything. Ok, maybe she was right. Coren was… after all, trying to be a bit better of a Jedi, someone that his daughter could look up to, even if he had abandoned her and the galaxy for years. “But….” Fine, she was right, he wasn’t even going to attempt to try to debate with her. Married once upon a time, Starchaser knew better than to argue, and well, her reasoning was sound.

As she stepped up, Coren grinned. It was always fun for him to watch other work.

From Corellia, and having spent many years on the Rim, Coren knew what he was getting himself into if he was going after the motorpool, but inconveniencing a private citizen? On this BFE planet? Yeah, that wasn’t what he was hoping to do. Still, he followed Riva, she had a plan, and he wasn’t about to break her flow. Sliding into the two-seater, he nodded. “Now get the thing working, and we’ll get moving. Get us to the mine and we can get a ship from there.”

Hopefully loaded with Stygium. Still, Coren looked over his shoulder, not really used to not being the pilot, but his Power 9 Blaster was already in his had. If anyone was coming after them, he’d be ready.

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[Riva Quill]

The doors were already unlocked, a lucky mistake on the part of the owner. She slid into the driver's seat as her contact did the same on the passenger side. She popped the panel beneath and behind the steering column and felt for the control panel. Slender fingers danced across the tiny screen she couldn't see as her brows furrowed in concentration. It had been a while since she'd done something like this. A calendar showed it had only been two, possibly three years, but it felt like a lifetime ago since she'd been underneath the streets of Coruscant.

A few deft touches of the controls later and the speeder hummed to life. She snapped the panel back into place and shifted the vehicle into gear, her feet finding the pedals after a moment. She tried to remember the last time she'd driven a speeder and realized it hadn't been since she'd left her homeworld. She'd spent more time in space aboard ship or taking public transport where they'd had it, though usually she'd walked.

The speeder pulled out and headed down the road, both of her hands on the steering wheel. The wind tugged at her short hair and after a moment of fumbling, the canopy on the speeder started to close up.

"Where's this mine of yours?" she asked as a major intersection drew near. "I only know where the starport is here."

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[thecaedes]

As loud as thunder, a heavy pair of boots entered the bar. In those boots, a dirty man in a duster and wide brimmed hat. Sitting himself down a few stools from the only other life form in the bar, he slowly glances around the bar, noticing it's much emptier than usual at this time of day. "The usual." Solum accounces, tilting his hat to the bar tender. He quickly glances at Chetika before looking back at his drink, sliding infront of him. The blue sparkling drink glimmered like ocean water in the sun. He takes off his hat and gently places it on the bar next to him. Clearing his throat, takes a few gulps of his drink, sitting the half empty glass back on the bar with a sigh.

 

[Salvador Grim]

He had disappeared from sight and put on a disguise to blend in with the large crowds drawn by the explosions in the chaos of it all local police were running around and trying to bring order back the city in the event of the terrorism and explosions, this was the perfect moment, he would hide in the shadows of alley and grab a human looking officer off his speeder bike quickly putting his hand over the cops mouth before he stabbed his left hand threw the officers back and tore out his heart and began to feast on it, he would extend his fangs and start to drink the officers blood because he was a little exhausted from earlier and all the force exertion. before the cop was entirely dead he would use his telepathic power to read the cops mind and memories so he knew how a cop acted on this world and the proper things to do.

Once he drinks the officers blood he strips his body and takes his uniform and cleans the blood off it then his would diguse him self as the cop , he takes the cops speeder bike and take the com radio and put a bolo out on the two people he saw in the tavern talking at the table. :10-9 we have one man and one women up to some criminal activities on the planet :the com relays a slight bit of static: This is Sgt Sakrov i have reason to beleiave they were responsible for the terroist activities in question: The radio crackles again slightly then there is a response: this is captin dalonzo we have reports of a stolen vechile we are currently tracking its location and sending security forces to intercept Sgt Sakov you are ordered to engage in persuit of these criminals. He would think to himself well inst that so very lucky:10-4 Captain i shall start join the pursuit: He chuckles to himself well that was just a little to easy.

He would aquire the police speeder bike from the dead officer he had killed as he made sure the officers body was secured and locked in a dumspter out of sight of out might , he would point his hand in the dumpster and force lightning the body and desingrate it into ashes before he mouted the speeder bike and linked into the security comand computers and locked on the signal and begain to persue the targets in question. He wanted that Stygium and if he followed them to the stash perhaps he could just kill them both and take it at the source. He links into his ships computer and updates it with the police reports of the stolen vechial and orders his ship to send out two probes to search for traces of Stygium in the current location. He races down the highway on the police speeder bike sirens blaring searching for these two car theifs , he knew they had about about half hour to a hour head start on him and he would have to move fast if he was ever going to find again, but with the entire police for searching for them because they were ""Suspected Terrorists"" and following the gps on the stolen vechial he figured he would catch up with them pretty soon.

He double checks his wrist rockets and quickly slides his left hand across them and reloads them then begins to check his heavy blasters with on hand while racing down the highway piloting the speeder bike one handed. He licks the now cold blood off his fangs when a police report cracks over the com system: Come in Sgt Sakov we have reports of the suspects in question just passed sector seven we caught the vehicle on visual scans , can not id the driver or passenger the roof has been raised no facial recognition on the people inside the vehicle proceed with caution: 10-4 Command over and out: He had no idea were sector seven was just vague faded memories from when he used his telepathic powers on the cop, but he knew how to use the speeders holo imaging maps , so he punched in the details and waited for the read out three blocks up and one over to the right ,last report of confirmed visual fifteen minutes ago. He was still behind the people he was chasing but he was closing the gap very fast.

:10-9 command over: he would answer the com link : Sgt Sakov reporting yes command : reports of a two seater speeder top up just passed thru sector moments ago . He smiles and jerks on the handles on the speeder bike and flies faster down the highway with the sirens blaring even louder as he gets on the com and starts yelling threw his speaker:Sgt Sakov Planetary Security forces in pursuit of suspected terrorist get your vehicles out of my way or i will open fire: As he says this the cars start to move out of the way and let him rush past as he jerks up on the speeder handles and ramps off one car about six feet in the air and lands about twenty feet away and continues chasing the suspects.He knew it wouldn't be long before he caught up to them and with the security forces on the case and thinking these people were the bad guys it just got easier no were on the planet would be safe. His disguise was not perfect though if any of the other officers actually seen him they would know instantly he was not Sgt Sakov , his holographic projector was out of power so he could not use that again to disguise himself this plan only worked as long as he didn't bump into anyone else with a badge who actually knew Sgt Sakov ,or who did not trust this man enough that he actually brought up Sgt Sakovs picture on the computer files then his plan would be completely screwed. He computers start to beep and a red dots flashes on the scanner and a computerized voice speaks:Suspect Car twenty feet forward:. He radios in on the coms real fast:Sgt Sakov reporting in i think i found the suspects do not engage, i want to see if they lead me to there stash of black market weapons we need to find their source or any friends that might be a part of there terrorist rebellion:He hit the mute button on the coms real quick as his flicks off his sirens so he does not give himself away. He has a quick laugh thinking he would have made a great cop then he gets serious and clears up his voice and turns the com's back on :Sorry 10-9 had a radio cut off due to electromagnetic static it is possible the suspects are use a low frequency band jammer, i repeat do not engage until i have time to check if there is more members of there group. He steps off the bike and watches them as they cruise slowly away , he tosses the cop uniform and touches the police computer and emp pulses it with force lightning to fry the computrs.He flicks on his jet pack and listens to it hum as he soars into the skies and uses the goggles on his breather mask to zoom in and watch their car as he hides in the clouds and follows them slowly.

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[Chekīta Kaie]

Chetika could not really give a kark what the people who high tailed it out of the bar where up to, the only thing on her mind was spending the rest of the nigh relaxing before getting and early night sleep, but dam was the place boring now with no one around. Soon though her want for some sort of companionship was answered as some gruff and dare say stylish man wearing a nerf herder cap walked in sitting down with what she assumed to be a bad mood gathering from the quick glance he gave her.

"You’re a bit late for the show buddy, missed some pirate guy trying to blow the place up to keep his business deals secret followed by a Mando wanting to bash his brains in... kind of also emptied out the bar as well". Perhaps the man was not up for small talk but Chetika was going to try anyways, more so if it annoys him a habit that had landed her in more trouble than she could deal with sometimes, but a fun habit to have. specifically, with those that lose their cool easily, or others that tried to be stoic and peaceful like Jedi, how this man would react only time would tell.

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[Aay'han Ruyot]

His target began moving. Aay'han widened the throttle and picked up speed quickly. The thrusters hummed with power.
Fine time to put a canopy up, he snorted, watching the target speeder. Good thing for them they weren't at top speed yet, or forget it.
The targets moved around a corner. A little burst of speed sent him flying around it. To find a speeder bike in front of him. Fierfek. He pulled up hard, the force of his sudden ascent slamming him deep into his seat. He straightened out again, much higher than he was last time. He still located his target far below, and a man with a jetpack in pursuit... That man seemed oddly familiar...
Aay'han stayed high, much safer being high above ones target.

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