Alderaanian Smash and Grab.

[Mirvak]

The banished wolf stood on the bow of the ferry, looking over the city that stood before him. He clothed himself in rags hastily draped over his tall form, hiding his recently acquired disfigurements. Aldera, the capital of Alderaan, in all its glory. He already despised it, he could smell the pomp and circumstance carried over the water from here. It was not going to be easy getting off this planet, almost everyone here was human and he was no stranger to attracting attention. The humans on this ferry were steering clear of him, he would have to expect the same treatment in the city.

The ferry finally docked on the shore, and the denizens began to depart. Mirvak made his way off the boat, when the captain confronted him. "Oi! You have to--" Mirvak turned his head quickly and glared at him with his one good, yellow eye from under his makeshift hood. The captain froze, and Mirvak turned and walked down the plank onto the dock. The wolf snarled silently, catching the eyes of many as he made his way into the city.

There was no easy way of going about this, Mirvak would have to rob his way off this place. The least he could do, he figured, was get his money's worth. Vengeance isn't cheap. Walking down the pristine streets of Aldera, he was clearly out of place, and he felt it. Police patrols would trail him on and off, before peeling away when they determined he wasn't doing anything illegal. Regardless, there was clearly something suspicious about him. The wolf curled his mottled, burnt arm into his sleeve, trying not to make himself such a spectacle. But even without the burn scars, this was not an easy task.

He stumbled upon what he was looking for: a bank. The Sith had no time, the longer he stayed here the more attention he would draw. The pristine, marble steps of the bank were well guarded. Mirvak was maimed, and without his weapon. But he had no other options. The wolf made his way up the steps slowly, several of the guards looking at him and scanning him over. He passed through a set of doors and a weapons scanner and was cleared to enter. Shuffling in behind a line to one of the tellers, he was given a wide berth by the humans there in the line.

The beast made it to the teller after some time, the young woman gulped. "How may I help you uh.. sir?" Mirvak began to speak, raising his boiled, pinkish hand out of its sleeve and waving it as he replied,"A withdrawal. I need to see the jewelry vaults. I lost my keys to my deposit box. I have adequate identification." The woman paused, and nodded,"Oh... yes sir, right this way. Happens to the best of us." The woman pressed a button and a holographic "BE RIGHT BACK" sign popped up on the glass separating her from the customers. She stepped away from the teller's desk and walked around, Mirvak trailed her. The guards eyed Mirvak suspiciously as he approached with the teller girl, but didn't say anything after she keyed herself in.

The girl led Mirvak downstairs, past a few checkpoints with armed guards and into an area with all the deposit boxes. "Which box did you say was yours sir?" Mirvak looked down the hallway, seeing the vault door behind a rayshield with more guards. "Sir?" Mirvak turned back the girl,"I need boxes or bags to hold my possessions. I have many boxes here." The woman paused,"Oh, right.. I'll be right back." As the woman began to walk away, Mirvak spoke up,"And bring your supervisor here. I have need of him." The woman paused again, staring at Mirvak for a long moment. The beast glared, and raised his hand, waving it towards her. She furrowed her brows before her face became neutral, and nodded slowly,"Yes, sir."

Mirvak looked up to one of the security cameras, raising a hand discretely and using the force to turn it to face one of the corners away from him. He looked back down the hallway, scanning over the vault and the two guards. The two armed guards returned the stare. The wolf, not wanting to draw their attention, turned his head away. The well-dressed manager approached with the teller and squinted at the wolf,"Yes?" The wolf looked to the girl,"Leave us, this is important, personal business." The girl looked to her manager, who nodded to her. She placed a few bags on the metal table between the deposit boxes and left, the manager placed his hands on his hips. "What appears to be the problem, sir?" The wolf waved his mottled, disfigured right hand again,"I need to access the vault." The manager's scrutinizing visage turned into a frown accompanied by an incredulous scoff,"Well, I'm sorry buddy, that ain't happening."

Mirvak glared at him, glancing down at the security access badge clipped to his silk vest. He waved his hand again, less discreetly than before,"You will give me access to the vault." The manager shook his head, gripping it with one hand,"No--hey what the hell is going on?! No, I'm not giving you access to the--" Mirvak raised his right hand again and pulled the manager into his hand. He gripped him by the neck and and raised him up, as he began to choke and kick his legs. The guards on the other side of the deposit room entrance heard the commotion and entered to check out the disturbance. Mirvak raised his destroyed left hand and flung them into each other, and then back down the hallway. In the same instance he called on the force and pulled the bags off the table towards him, floating them over his shoulder as he moved with a purpose towards the vault. The two guards at the ray shield of the vault screamed, raising their weapons.

Mirvak smirked, holding up the manager in front of him and forcing them to hold their fire. The manager clawed his hands at the large, pinkish-red, mottled hand that gripped his neck. The guards continued to scream, but the beast only advanced. He flung the manager into the right guard, sending them both to the ground as the left guard flinched and fired off his blaster. Immediately an alarm went off within the bank and the doors sealed behind him, closing him within the entrance to the vault. Mirvak roared and slashed across the guard's neck, sending a crimson spray across the room as he collapsed to the floor. The wolf reached down and snatched the security ID off the manager, as he reflexively raised his hands to show he was no threat. The guard only laid there, too scared to reach for his blaster again.

Mirvak swiped the manager's ID through the rayshield and it dropped, he approached the vault door controls, swiping the manager's ID again. It beeped,"LOCKDOWN REQUIRES MANAGER BIOMETRICS OVERRIDE TO OPEN." Mirvak growled in his throat, and turned towards the manager, gripping him by the back of his neck and shoving his eyes onto the retinal scanner. His head slammed into the scanner and he cried out in pain. Mirvak screamed,"OPEN YOUR EYES! Or I will tear off your eyelids!"

The manager opened his eyes, tears of pain welling up in them as his head swam. The door control console beeped,"RETINAL SCAN COMPLETE. PLEASE PROVIDE HANDPRINT." A small yellow square lit up with an outline for a hand. Mirvak forcefully gripped his right hand and placed it onto the scanner. It scanned his hand a few times before beeping,"HANDPRINT SCAN COMPLETE. PLEASE PROVIDE VOICE SAMPLE FOR VOCAL RECOGNITION." Mirvak grunted impatiently, giving the manager a quick shove to the back, the man flinched and cleared his voice. "D-Daxter Jerris." The machine beeped again,"MANAGER DAXTER JERRIS IDENTIFIED. ARE YOU UNDER DISTRESS AT THIS TIME?" Mirvak's ears pricked up, hearing many guards gathering outside the sealed door behind him. The manager stammered,"Uhhhh. N-no." The console beeped and clicked,"VAULT LOCKDOWN DISENGAGED." The alarm shut down, the muffled yells of the security officers behind them now very clear.

The vault emitted a loud clank, and began to spin automatically, opening itself slowly. Mirvak beheld several shelves stacked high with massive pallets of credit chits, going back as far as 30 or so meters. The wolf raised his right hand, and the three large bags floated into the room, opening themselves as whole stacks of credits cascaded into them like a waterfall of chips. The manager swallowed, watching on silently as the Sith collected as much as the bags could fill. The bags zipped themselves up again, filled to the brim with what was probably close to 100 to 200 thousand credits. A fine start to funding his vengeance.

The bags floated back towards him, fluidly slinging themselves over his left shoulder. Mirvak grabbed the manager by the leg and dragged him along, as he cried out in protest. He swiped the manager's card into the door console, raising the manager by the leg in front of him. A dozen or so guards stood there, armed with simple blasters. The commander yelled to the menacing beast,"Stop! Drop the manager and put your hands where we can see them!" Mirvak smirked under his hood.

The screams of the guards accompanied by bellowing roars and the sound of blasters rang out from the basement, the people having long left the bank when the alarm was sounded. A few retreating guards emerged from the steps, running for the lives. They burst out the front doors and ran down the steps, past the meager police line that was forming. The police line began to thicken, with more speeder patrol cars arriving. Soon there was enough manpower to cordon off the growing curious crowd of civilians and secure the front entrance. There was a general sense of confusion and misinformation, no one knew truly was was going on.

Suddenly, Mirvak sped out of the side alley in a very expensive speeder, presumably belonging to the banker he took hostage. The police force, not used to handling such a crime in one of the safest cities in the galaxy, completely neglected to cover all escape routes. This allowed Mirvak to peel out of the alley without running into a blockade, drifting hard and barely missing a few screaming pedestrians. He looked over his shoulder and cackled, the bumbling police force rushing to their speeders. Mirvak's escape from this planet seemed to be secured.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Alderaan, how Aten both loved and despised the planet. It had been both a beginning and an end for him. The planet where his life and hopes of being a galactic hero died, and where his life as a true Jedi began under the direction of Kol. The planet seemed to be doing better after the wrath of the Sith had befallen it, Aten’s first encounter with them. He often returned to the world, sometimes to simply look upon it reflecting on how far he’d come. The Morellian’s saber hilt was clipped to his belt and he wore his signature powergaunts. It would seem like Aten was dressed for war but these were trying times. All around the galaxy the dark continued to grow, each day another sith or follower of the darkside rising up. It was better to be prepared and possess the looks of a fool than to be ill-equipped to face off against the Sith menace.

Sitting on his speeder bike parked against a building granting him shade Aten stared down at the juicy Nerf burger his mouth near watering, it had been weeks since the Jedi had been able to deviate from his strict diet of vegetables, roots, and base meats. To stay at the pinnacle of fitness this was required along with the often-exhausting exercises his Master put him through. Everyone took shortcuts though, hands wrapping around the absolutely massive treat Aten raised it to his lips. The first bite set the Jedi’s tastebuds alight the savory flavor enticing him to take yet another bite.

In the distance, Aten could hear the faint sounds of sirens, nothing to do with him. While it seemed as if the Jedi was neglecting his duty he couldn’t simply go to every crime scène as he’d be obstructing justice nor were local law officials very accepting of some strangers help. At least Aten had no issues till he felt a dark presence coming, it was moving, faster and faster. It was approaching him. Head-turning Aten watched a speeder come barreling down the street civilians forced to scatter. In the driver's seat, the presence sat, thick fur covering its form, its body large. They so owe me a burger.

Feet pressing on the footholds of the speeder bike Aten reached over the console and with a single click brought the bike to life the roar of its engines rivaling that of the speeder. Hands twisting back on the throttle the Jedi shot off just as the Sith’s speeder passed his location. Blonde hair whipping in the air behind him Aten reached up with one hand pulling down his goggles, leaning forward and putting more power behind the engines.

[member="Mirvak"], [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Mirvak]

Mirvak glanced up at the police speeders getting smaller and smaller in the rear view, then down to the three bags chock full of credits in the passenger. His destroyed left hand was curled up into his chest, leaving his hideously burn right arm to steer the speeder. The beast's makeshift hood was flung back in the open top speeder, exposing his head. The same disgusting burn marks shown on the right side of his head, leaving him no fur around the right ear and a destroyed right eye. He was truly a sight to behold. Mirvak swerved between traffic, adeptly weaving through busy intersections with the help of the Force.

The wolf looked up at the sky, seeing the coming and going spacecraft taxiing in and out of the local space port, maybe only 4-5 kilometers away deeper into the city. His ears twitched, he sensed someone chasing him. He glanced back into the rear view to see [member="Aten Ramses"] on his speeder bike, clearly tailing him. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped on the accelerator, going even faster. He was coming to a massive intersection, atleast 8 lane in all directions. Taking in a deep breathe through his nostrils, he called on the Force to guide him. Screaming through the intersection at high speeds, many people swerved, honked their horns, took erratic turns. A few speeders collided with each other, creating an obstacle for his pursuer.

He didn't bother looking through the rear view as he continued on his way to the space port, figuring [member="Aten Ramses"] would not be able to make it through such a calamity he had caused.

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmk5frp6-3Q&list=PLE6996668EC37137C&t=0s&index=2

"With the advances in current observation technology and further potential for non-lethal weaponry, it is vital not to allow the additional resources to compromise the integrity. If we are to remain a force that is looked up to by the people, then it is essential that we show them respect as to privacy and safety. Citizens, no matter what government they live under, will want the assurance of personal safety, against being needlessly exposed to weapons fire. To this end-"

"Bank alarms triggered! Suit up."

Ultimatum allowed the various police officers to prepare themselves. As a startup in the police business, Ultimatum was looking to lend the services of his company to this world, and the best place to start planting those seeds were in the police themselves. If they believed that they could benefit from the additional aid, then it was a short step to convincing government officials of the same. This lecture had been intended for this purpose, to help teach these police about the possible benefits of coordination with the ICLE. It appeared that there was to be a distraction, perhaps for the best since it looked as if some of the audience were losing interest anyway.

"False Alarm, stand down. False alarm." The intercom crackled with the news.

As the chief returned, with his main retinue of officers following him, to his seat, Ultimatum continued, "As I was saying..." The robot continued for a few minutes before the alarm system activated again.

"Alert, Bank alarm triggered. Verified. Definite Emergency. Red Alert."

The chief looked somewhat relieved as he looked up at the speaker. His lopsided smirk was followed by an attempt to lighten the blow to Ultimatum's speech, "Looks like we'll have to take a raincheck on this consultation. Tell you what, you bring some of these 'police' with you next time and trade notes."

Ultimatum nodded, he in fact already had some of his people with him, they had been prepared for a demonstration, but unfortunately in the wrong area to be of any real assistance here. Without anyone to really speak to the droid stood about awkwardly before a higher officer motioned to him. "Chief says you can come and watch, see what we got and where you might make recommendations."

Seeing as he nothing else to do, the droid shrugged and followed as the person led to the communications room where a large viewscreen had been dedicated to police units in the city. He entered just in time to catch the beginning of a description, "Suspect on a motorized biwheel vehicle." A small red light came to life, on the screen. Its progress quickly proved to outpace that of the pursuing police. Then a green light blinked into existence not too far behind the red. "Another vehicle following suspect. Hoverbike vehicle. Potential assistant to suspect."

Ultimatum watched for a single moment before stating, "You need to close the spaceport."

Some of the officers looked incredulously at the robot, as if he had suggested they open an airlock without a space suit on.

Ultimatum repeated himself, this time commanding, "Close down the spaceport." Stepping towards stairs he grabbed one of the officers and pulled him to walk with the robot, "I need a transport on the roof in two minutes. Get in touch with your people and tell them to set up roadblocks along streets connected to the spaceport." The man was about to protest, but Ultimatum cut him off, "No time for this. You want to catch this guy; we need to stop him from being able to escape."

As he neared the stairway, the droid paused and contemplated something before musing, "Perhaps you should get hold of air control and send out some fighters. He might steal a ship if he gets there."

The droid was met on the roof by a small hover vehicle. It appeared reminiscent of a starfighter, but it had no thrusters. Instead it was propelled by the repulsorlifts underneath. It could gain a decent height and could travel quicker than most ground vehicles. With those two factors, Ultimatum planned to intercept the criminal. It would be a short flight, though what the droid would do upon reaching his target was uncertain. "Any suggestions Upari?"

The Shard built into Ultimatum's suit responded plainly, "See when we get there. Might not take much for this guy to surrender."

With that, Ultimatum pulled the ship off the pad and sent it rocketing towards the location of the commotion, guided by the various scanners built into the craft. Perhaps the police would take advantage of his insight, perhaps they would appreciate what he was doing for them. Ultimatum hoped they would, it was for their own sake he had suggested it.

[member="Mirvak"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The assailant began to speed up obviously having spotted Aten, the jedi cursing his body leaning even more into the bike. On the right there was a speeder that had swerved out of the Worgian’s path, and Aten himself went around it in the opposite direction entering the opposing lane of traffic. The air whistled in the padawans ears, the engine roaring like a krayt dragon in pursuit of its prey. Now this was a chase, Aten had never participated in something like this but even a single miscalculation would leave the jedi as nothing but a smeared stain.

Barreling towards Aten was a freight speeder, its horn blaring loud enough the Jedi’s ears ached. Jerking to the right Aten narrowly dodged the vessel his speederbike shaking in its wake. Still on the criminal’s tail, Aten watched in awe as the individual shot through the intersection, not a single vehicle touching them. Then the carnage followed, a speeder went tumbling in an effort to dodge him and slammed into another the screeching of metal on metal pierced the air making the jedi wince.

The pileup continued to grow but Aten didn’t stop, no he pushed the bike onwards leaning back and putting his weight on its rear. Arms pulling against the handlebars the jedi entered what would appear to be a wheelie pushing the engine further, to its limits. The repulsors of the speeder met the first vehicle and with the speed, and wheelie combined it sent Aten rocketing into the air. He felt as though he flew higher than a Drexel, the sweet oxygen filling his lungs.

Shutting the engine off Aten let gravity take effect, the engine whined down the Jedi leaning forward and letting the bike dive towards the speeder it was rapidly approaching. A flick of his thumb reactivated the engines, hands twisting on the bars Aten shot forward over the Worgian’s speeder but that was intended. Leaping off the bike Aten landed on the front of the speeder flat on his chest the air knocked from him but he hang on. The speeder bike he’d once utilized slamming into the ground ahead making an obstacle for the crook. Looking through the windshield Aten offered a smile “Hello there!”

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Mirvak]

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/t-J10SjH_rI?t=88

Mirvak looked up at the sky again, the space port was now maybe two kilometers away judging by the air traffic. The beast rapped his fingers once against the steering wheel, more than satisfied with himself. His ears pricked up as he heard the speeder bike above him, he looked over his shoulder and saw [member="Aten Ramses"] careening through the air. He watched as the young Jedi leaped off and landed on the hood of his stolen speeder. The machine was jostled, Mirvak's one eye darting to the lad to offer a hateful glare of disbelief before the speeder bike landed in front of him. The speeder bike flipped over itself, as the Jedi offered his smug greeting to the wolf.

Mirvak offered a short annoyed bark, raising his bloodied, destroyed left hand. The crippled hand called on the Force, raising the bike as it was twisting about and flinging it over the Sith's speeder. The Sith tooks his eye off the road to glare at Aten, channeling a powerful force push, when he suddenly looked past the Jedi and noticed flashing lights in the distance. A hasty blockade had been set up with a couple of speeders and policemen armed with blasters behind them. Mirvak pressed down on the accelerator, and flung his crippled hand forward suddenly. The glass of the windshield shattered, sending the shockwave towards the police speeders.

The speeders were lifted up off the ground a meter or so and parted to either side, allowing just enough entry for the robber's speeder. The policemen were thrown to the ground, not expecting their patrol cars to suddenly give way. Mirvak threaded the needle and sped past them. One of the policemen jumped into his speeder and grabbed his dispatch transmitter. "We gotta 15-12, force user! We got a force user! He just broke through the blockade at the intersection of Organa and Emerald, eastbound towards the spaceport!"

Mirvak violently swerved the speeder left to right, even tapping on the brakes a few times, trying to through Aten off. The whole time he glared at the lad with his one good, solid yellow eye, not needing to look directly at the road. Again he saw more police lights in the distance, looking past the Jedi to see a much different scene than before. Instead of a few measly speeders there were a couple riot police trucks and several patrol speeders blocking the entire road. Mirvak briefly looked back to the padawan and smirked, his sharp canines briefly appearing from his maw. He pressed the accelerator all the way down, raising his mottled right arm off the steering wheel and using the force to lift the three bags of goods. In a flash he leapt out of the car with amazing speed and height for a beast of his size, executing a rolling landing onto the pavement nearby. He raised his left arm and let the bags fly down, all hooking themselves around his shoulder before he turned and ran off into an alleyway.

The speeder was still going at full speed as it grew closer and closer towards the blockade, several officers screaming to take cover and running out of the way as the driverless vehicle sped towards them.


[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

The droid had almost reached the air above his target when the radio came to life. "All units, suspect is confirmed a Force user. Extreme caution advised."

Ultimatum pulled the comm unit and added, "Lock down any fighter bay in the spaceport. Let him take a shuttle if anything." Force users were well known for their abilities in a fighter after all. If this person were to get hold of an agile fighter, there would be far more difficulty in bringing him down, compared to a larger ship. It would be easier for fighters to shoot a broader, less maneuverable target.

He continued forward for a few seconds before seeing the target. Just in time to watch as the driver bailed and left the vehicle on a crash course with the blockade. It was unlikely that even one of the heavy riot vehicles would be unmoved by a collision with that. However, there was still someone on the speeder. Was this a betrayal of sorts, or had initial reports been incorrect? Ultimatum guessed the latter, as this sort of job would have required a well-coordinated strike to succeed in escaping with the money.

Deciding that the police could handle the vehicle, Ultimatum followed [member="Mirvak"] over the alley. Direct line of sight wasn't entirely possible, but the sensors revealed the moving suspect through the alleyway. Flipping a few switches on the control board Ultimatum reported, "The target has ditched his vehicle, making his way through the alleys. Transmitting location from sensors."

Pushing the ship forward to come in front of the runner, Ultimatum allowed the ship to hover while he searched for a small kit. Most police vehicles should have a kit with basic necessities in the field. He found it underneath the seat and pulled it out. Opening it he discovered a small pistol. Not very strong, he guessed, "Probably a stun gun. Couple shots at best. Hope its enough."

"We have power beyond that gun."

"But he is a Force user too. Might be stronger than us."

"We shall see."

Ultimatum looked to the sensor to see how the man was progressing.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Face to face with the creature piloting the speeder Aten met the hate-filled glare with the complete opposite offering the Worgian a playful wink. Though the Morellian had to admit that the creatures use of the force was very good, to be using an injured arm to still channel his abilities was already impressive but not only that but to fling the speederbike away as if it were nothing but a child’s toy. Feeling the force once more building between them Aten’s cocky smirk never left his face. He himself was a telekinetic specialist and as such knew how to defend himself. Between himself and the Worgian layer upon layer of energy would form coalescing itself around Aten’s prone form.

Glass exploded outwards seeking to shred the Jedi, to tear at his clothing and face. With the barrier present, they bounced harmlessly away from the Jedi. Barreling through the blockade Aten looked over his shoulder before turning back to the Worg and whistling. “Now that’s driving!” To be doing it with one functional arm made the feat all the more impressive. The worgian wasn’t having any of Aten’s foolishness as he began swerving the speeder to and fro the Jedi clinging on. Having let the barrier drop Aten used his abilities in telekinesis to keep his hands and feet planted firmly to the hood.

Rising to his feet, the telekinetic energy binding him to the hood Aten looked down upon the thief and what he saw was concerning. No longer was there that look of rage, no it was a teasing smirk. Looking over his shoulder Aten saw the next barricade, far larger, no way through it. During this split second the crook had leaped from the speeder hoping to send the Jedi to his doom. Releasing his telekinetic hold on his feet Aten kicked off entering a full on spin-flip, blonde hair trailed behind the spinning form as his right hand extending outwards a tendril of Aten’s will stretched out to the steering yolk of the speeder. With a thought, the yolk pulled back the speeder flying upwards to not slam into the officers but instead the top of the security trucks.

Landing in a crouch Aten didn’t turn to look at his handy work, he could hear it. The screaming of metal on metal followed by the sounds of the speeder slamming to the ground inoperable. Charging down the alley his feet hammering against the ground Aten called out to the worg. “Miss me?!” Right hand rearing back Aten reached out to seize not the crook in a grip but the bags themselves and pull them in the opposite direction with enough force to oppose the thief’s sprint. Momentum was a hell of a thing if the Worg didn’t get yanked back by the bags or lose them it was possible his shoulder be dislocated by going against a force just as strong.

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Mirvak]

Mirvak sprinted down the alleyway, scanning for his next avenue of escape. He felt a presence chasing him again, as the same Padawan called out to him he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. The wolf barked in surprise and frustration, stopped dead in his tracks. His muscles struggling to pull the bags back in towards his body. He looked over his shoulder to see [member="Aten Ramses"] still in pursuit of him. Only one type of force sensitive would go this far to try and stop him. The beast's pupil shrunk, revealing his burning yellow iris. Mirvak turned his whole body to face him, curling his left forearm inward to keep hold of all the bags. He growled in the back of his throat and uttered one acidic word, sounding more reptilian than mammalian,"JEEEEEDHIIII." Followed by a vicious snarl.

He let one of the heavy bags release, and using his right arm he pushed the bag with all his might straight for the lad's gut, hoping both the pulling action from the Jedi and the push from the Sith would be too much for him to stop. Anticipating the Jedi to have to release his pull to avoiding the large bag of solid credit chips heading straight for his torso, he turned and began to sprint away again, kneeling down and utilizing his good right arm to help him run. On the other side of the alley, across the street, he saw a maglev train station, its tracks clearly swerving towards the space port. The police were just now arriving on the scene to shut it down. Civilians were in the area, many people moving as reluctantly as a person who was just told their spacecraft was locked down or intergalactic flight was now cancelled.

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

There was a struggle as the suspect was once more bothered by the third party. Ultimatum was almost sure that they were not allies, or if they had been, then they were no longer. The droid reported in, "Suspect is being attacked by a potential enemy. Third party might be allied to police forces." Then the criminal tried to break away, in the direction of the mag train. Pushing his ship in that direction, Ultimatum planned. If he had free reign, the droid probably would have damaged the tracks or otherwise rendered the train inoperable, temporarily. The capture of a criminal was of utmost importance, even if he was not going to be the one to judge him. It would be the courts who decided on his punishment if they found him guilty. However, since he was a visitor here and had no judicial power, he had to restrain himself. Damaging infrastructure was likely to ruin any opportunity for further work with the world.

So the droid attempted to do the most logical thing, he would need to move ahead and try to stop him. Ultimatum landed the ship at the train station. He maneuvered carefully to avoid breaking any of the communications poles that extended from the roof. "Ceasing transmission to engage on foot. Suspect likely heading for train station towards spaceport." The droid wondered briefly if the police would have been able to plan ahead like this if he had not been here. Surely police forces would have analysts capable of such basic deductions and predicitions. Well, whatever the case, Ultimatum hoped that this would, whether or not they would succeed in apprehending the suspect, ingratiate the police to his suggestions and perhaps lead to work here.

With a small communicator now strapped to his wrist, the droid checked the pistol and walked to the edge of the building. Several meters down was a balcony and then another drop to the ground level. "You got this."

"I'd better, or we go splat."

Ultimatum leaped from the roof and dropped like a stone, a heavy metallic stone. A meter before impact Upari called upon the Force to slow their descent. Ultimatum landed on the balcony without injury, and aside from a few startled passersby's nothing had been damaged. "Out of the way! Police!"

People practically fell out of his path as the droid barreled for the edge of the balcony and jumped again. This time the droid found himself inside the train station and began running towards the entrance. His hope was to meet with the police setting up outside before the suspect made it to the station.

[member="Mirvak"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Why did they always have to say “Jedi” as though the title were some insult? Yea there may have been a few crimes committed by the Jedi in recent years but their dossier was nowhere near as messy as that of the Sith. Plus, whereas there were relatively few Jedi that partook in acts that ruined the name of the many, most of the Sith acted in a similar manner. Slaughter and domination always being on the Agenda. “That’s right! Jedi at your service! Now if you’d so kindly ret-“ Aten began saying having kept running towards his quarry till he saw the Worgian release the bag and propelled it at him.

Well, he did give me what I asked for… Aten thought his eyes widening as the bag came screaming through the air at his chest. A quick intake of breath Aten’s next step led to his right foot bending slightly at the knee, left foot joining the right the padawan kicked off the ground. Not in a leap over the bag, no with it being aimed at his chest a simple leap could leave his feet to get tangled in the bags strap or even clip the heavy bag breaking his ankles. Upper body tucking in Aten entered a ball the momentum from the sprint transferring to it causing the arc to be greater. The sense of his body righting itself Aten uncurled himself feet landing where he began running never stopping.

The bag continued on down the alley having been affected by the force of not just one but two force users it flew out the alley and to the streets. Either the civilians or authorities would get their hands on it now. What I could’ve done with all those credits! Scolding himself Aten wished he could turn back and pick up the bag, call it to himself, simply leave the planet. That was not the way of the jedi, he had a task to accomplish. Ahead of him the Worgian put more and more distance between them. This was the issue of being a bipedal human in comparison to the behemoth of a beast or any other able to run using their arms. The muscles and movements propelled them further. “That’s not fair!” Aten shouted from behind the acolyte.

[member="Mirvak"], [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Mirvak]

Mirvak leaped into the open street, through the crowd of Alderaanian citizens. Immediately the citizens began to scream and disperse, as the police forming a cordon tried to yell over the din, telling people to get down. "Don't have a clear shot, civillians in the open! Hold fire!" Mirvak huffed and snorted, his one bloodshot eye set on the entrance to the police station. A police officer in SWAT gear and wielding a blaster carbine emerged from the clearing crowd, shouldering the weapon and bringing it to bear on the large beast. Mirvak stood up on his two feet again and raised his right hand, clenching it into a fist and forcing it downward with a roar. The rifle was wrenched from the man's hands and he was forcefully pulled down to the ground. The beast stomped into his spine, causing the man to scream out in pain, as the Worgian pulled his fist upward into his body. The compact rifle slid off the man's body and flung itself into the air, meeting the beast's right hand.

The rifle, while unwieldy for a human to hold one handed, might as well have been a toy to the Sith. He raised the rifle towards the police at the bottom of the stairwell, as one of the sergeants screamed over the radio,"BLASTER, BLASTER!" It was too late, in a sweeping motion he fired the carbine towards the police, hitting a couple and making the others seek cover. Roaring as he ran through the hasty police cordon, he took advantage of the shocked, suppressed police and charged up the marble staircase. That didn't last for long though, as blaster bolts flew past him into the glass panes of the train entrance ahead of him. The beast charged headfirst into the glass, not even caring enough to shatter it down with the force first.

His alert, predatory gaze scanned the ticketing area of the train station. He didn't remain in this state for long, the do gooder Jedi, the only person who could possibly keep him from escaping with the remaining two bags, was no doubt not far behind. He raised the carbine to his maw, gripping down on the butt of the gun with his jaws before dropping down again and using his good arm to assist him in sprinting. The beast sprinted towards the space port maglev, the path clearly marked by some signs. He was heading straight for [member="Ultimatum"], paying absolutely no attention to him and in his adrenaline induced state figuring him to be some sort of protocol droid.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was too late to reach the entrance. He could hear the sound of blaster fire, a most dreadful sound in this situation. The droid now knew without any doubt that this criminal was one of those that would use any means to escape. Ultimatum steeled himself for the confrontation, knowing that no bars must be held. When it came to dealing with an enemy of an unknown, but potentially greater, strength then it would require that everything be brought into the fight. Moments later he found himself in sight of @Mirvak. Now that he had a proper view of him, Ultimatum could see just how big this person was. Ultimatum knew of another of this species; he had been a friend to an older version of Ultimatum. The droid guessed that it was at least a quarter of a ton, with more momentum and mass than Ultimatum could hope to stop without more time than he had.

With every step the creature seemed to continue running, Ultimatum realized that he had no intention of turning away. A collision was imminent, and Ultimatum knew that his chassis would not survive such an impact. Over the course of a millisecond a plan formed in his mind and moved to Upari, who put it into action. The droid's eyes opened as wide as possible as Upari called upon the Force and drew it into the light. For a one second, the light from his optical systems became beacons of blinding light. Directed at the oncoming creature, Ultimatum hoped it would be enough to temporarily blind and perhaps disorient Worgian. The droid then jumped out of the way so as to avoid being trampled. It was still possible that the opponent was unaffected, or mildly affected by the blast of light, but the physics of his movement would probably require a more significant turn to run over Ultimatum than his momentum and speed would allow at this point.

Raising the pistol, Ultimatum aimed where his algorithm suggested Mirak would be if he had continued on a straight path.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Every stop the Worgian made brought Aten closer, every engagement gave the Jedi more time to close the distance but these engagements shouldn’t have been necessary. Aten had been so focused on being a jokester on teasing the Sith that he’d allowed innocents to be placed in danger. Those lavender eyes hardened to the likes in which they rivaled hijarna stone, enough was enough. If this creature wanted a fight Aten was going to give it to him. He winced watching the creature open fire on the officers gathered and could only hope those injured received the treatment they deserved. They’d been brave to face the creature but now it was Aten’s turn to do his part.

The worgian lowered itself to all three of its limbs once more, more than a bit fed up of this Aten acted. “Not this time.” Right hand reaching out and moving to the side a tendril of energy reached out seizing the bags on the creatures shoulder yanking it to the side to throw off his run, unbalancing him. Using the momentum from his sprint Aten’s upper body leaned forward his hands extending palms flat against the ground. To many, this would seem like the Jedi showing off his acrobatics but there was another reason. The Jedi was skilled in a martial art requiring it and he had a plan. That front handspring turned into another, then another each one building up more and more momentum till he’d completed three handsprings, his feet coming down on the last one Aten kicked off the ground entering a three-sixty spin his arms ducking close to his body and knees bending slightly. Coming full circle his feet now facing the ground Aten’s legs kicked downwards the force surging through them.

Aten wasn’t many things, he wasn’t great with a saber, he was horrid at mentalism but one thing he knew was telekinesis and martial arts. His feet driving down Aten unleashed the force in a projected strike, from above the Worgian the invisible force of Aten’s weight slamming down would race towards the sith the force amplified by the momentum Aten had built up from the sprint and consecutive handsprings.

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Mirvak]

Mirvak snorted like a mad reek as he charged towards the maglev train, when he was suddenly blinded. The Worgian grunted, shaking its head from left to right, and forcing him to stand up on his two legs. He was suddenly hit by the stun gun from [member="Ultimatum"] in his back. His coarse fur and thick skin provided for some protection, not stunning the beast but only giving him a painful shock that lasted a few moments. The beast roared in pain, stopping in his tracks, as the bags were yanked again by [member="Aten Ramses"]. The wolf was thrown off balance for a moment before regaining it, pulling hard on the bags, not willing to release them.

He pulled the carbine from his mouth, sensing the young Jedi racing towards him. He snarled,"SUFFER!" before literally opening fire blindly in front of him, letting the Force guide his hand to the acrobatic [member="Aten Ramses"]. His hand was guided upward as the Jedi made an impressive jump into the air, the carbine's magazine running dry just then. The dropped the blaster and pulled his right hand back, before it was too late he blasted the Jedi with a quick push, but it was too little too late, the Padawan slammed feetfirst into the beast's chest. The Worgian barked, slamming into the neatly tiled floor so hard he cracked it and bounced a couple times.

The wolf emitted a few dry hacking coughs, pulling himself up onto his knees slowly. His eyesight slowly came back to him, a low growling in his throat accompanied by it as he glared down Aten.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was glad to see the Worgian appear to be blind, even for a few moments. It seemed that the shot was ineffective, insofar as stunning him. From what he could tell, the enemy was quite bestial in nature; it was obviously sentient, what with its ability to speak basic in a comprehensible, if somewhat simple, manner. Ultimatum was slightly surprised that he had not been noticed, as [member="Mirvak"] quickly returned his attention to [member="Aten Ramses"]. The impressive display of the acrobatics and strength practically told Ultimatum that the third party was a Force-sensitive, perhaps even a Jedi.

The droid moved behind a wall hiding the restroom from plain view. He hoped that for the moment the Jedi could handle the suspect. Standing back against the wall, Ultimatum checked the small communication unit on his wrist. It appeared fine, and he set it on. The comm spluttered to life as he lifted it to his mouth and spoke, "Engaged suspect. Third Party definite ally." Ultimatum moved to take a look around the corner; he needed to ascertain the situation before proceeding. The last thing he needed to do was to run blindly into a fight that could quickly spiral out of control, especially in a civilian populated area. The various people were still filtering out of the room and Ultimatum feared that the criminal would attempt a hostage strategy.

Upari had not waited, however. As soon as Ultimatum began running to the safety of the wall, or the supposed safety, the Shard had started to try and help. Pulling more Force to itself, he attempted to funnel the Force to the Jedi. He could sense the Light Force within him and used that as the focus for his ministrations. As a relatively new learner in the Force, Upari did not expect much Force to reach the man, but he was confident that whatever help could be given would be welcome. Hopefully it would give him an added edge to his abilities.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

"SUFFER!"

That’s not nice! Aten thought the worgian turning sending a hail of blasterbolts at him throughout the maneuver. Many of the bolts missed though the ones that had landed burned through Aten’s gold coat, and black undershirt revealing the asheran armorweave that lay beneath. The bolts that landed burned through the clothing and even left char marks on the armorweave those sections of the armor compromised. It had provided just enough protection for the Jedi’s attack to land. As his body fell to the ground Aten rolled backwards coming up to his feet. No longer did he need his overclothing. Shrugging out of the jacket, Aten’s right hand reached up to the remnants of the black undershirt tearing at it.

The asheran armorweave clung tightly to Aten’s slender and toned form, years of training both in the force and physically kept the jedi in shape. There were waves of the force radiating from nearby, not only radiating but attempting to synchronize with the Morellian, to provide aid. Nodding his head in the direction he sensed the waves coming from Aten drunk from what little energy had been offered, it was a breath of fresh air slightly revitalizing the Jedi, fueling him for the battle to come if his foe stood to fight.

“Enough is enough.” Aten called to the Worg as the creature rose up to tower over him. To many this would be intimidating, to Aten this was just another day in the life of a jedi. You didn’t cower in fear of those who simply had a larger stature or possessed traits you didn’t. “You’ve run, attacked, and endangered the lives of many people… Turn yourself in. This will be your only warning. If you force my hand you may come to regret it.”

Speech coming to an end Aten’s right hand came up, the left counter to it. His legs and body turning. Right leg in the rear, his left the front, both feet pointing to the right a slight bend to his knees. Elbows tucked near his ribs. The gauntlets upon his fists humming.

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Mirvak]

Mirvak glared down the Jedi silently, standing to his full height. He brought his right hand up, claws outward and palm facing Aten. His one sallow yellow eye burning a hole into the lad as he told the Sith to surrender. Mirvak paused, seeing the crowd of bystanders clear out of the lobby down the front entrance, his ears pricking up as he heard the clattering of gear and voices of the police coming up the stairwell outside. His predatory gaze looked up to the metal support beams around the entrance lobby, supporting the ornate glass walls and roof typical to Alderaanian architecture. The beast's eye darted back to Aten, speaking with a dark, brooding intellect that betrayed his earlier behavior,"The opulent and weak will sacrifice many of the innocent to secure but a mite's worth from their treasures." He raised his hand and clenched it, his fist shaking as his voice strained audibly,"How many more will die for their baubles?"

The large metal beams shuddered for a moment, were crushed inwards, and tore themselves from the glass roof and walls at once, slamming into the three sets of glass autodoors. The citizens escaping were cut off, screaming in terror, and the police were blocked from entering with one move. A foul cracking came from around them, as the entirety of the lobby threatened to cave in. Mirvak began to slink backward with a knowing smirk on his face that he had entrapped the Jedi in his own moral code. He took a brief moment to drink in any dark or passionate emotions that might have been evoked in the Jedi, before sending a quick blast from his good hand towards the roof and turning to sprint down the hallway to the spaceport maglev on his three good limbs. The glass immediately cracked at the roof, and within a moment a single large, sharp, thick shard descended from the top upon the cowering citizens, evoking the rest of the glass roof to the follow suite.

[member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The Worgian’s words came out in a tone that caught Aten off guard, completely stunning. Almost philosophical in a way that contrasted the roaring, snarling beast the Jedi had been attempting to ensnare. The creature was far more intelligent than he’d let on, that’s what was terrifying. Looking back Aten nearly slapped himself for how much of a fool he’d been. The thief had been building up the force and let it go destroying the metal beams, the crash of metal on tile and duracrete filled the area. The screams of the civilians reaching a peak where Aten’s ears were ringing.

Turning to look at the crook, then back to the civilians the choice was an obvious one. The sith would not feel rage, hate, despair or any such negative emotion from Aten as he spun on his heels charging to the civilians. What he’d feel is determination, hope, and love. The determination to save those wrongfully endangered, the hope for a future where such a thing would no longer happen, for an era of peace. Love for all the people of Alderaan that he wished to save. He’d failed during the sith’s invasion but Aten wouldn’t fail here. A Jedi is not one who dedicated themselves to combat to simply forget about the average person, no their duty was to aid them, guide them in peace, protect them in their times of need.

Drinking in the energy Upari had sent out to meet him, Aten took more and more in. His boots clacking against the tiles of the station. Entering the shrieking crowd Aten’s arms raised all those emotions he loved pouring out. Mirvak would feel them as he fled to the train. He’d feel it all as Aten’s voice surmounted in a roar. Around the civilians gathered near the entrance the Jedi cast out his hands held high to the ceiling. The glass rushed downwards to grant death to those below. Above the gathering a barrier of semi-translucent energy formed, one fueled by Aten. The first largest shard of glass came down driving into the barrier causing it to flash blue on impact the glass shattering to tiny fragments upon meeting it. The ones that followed did the same hammering against the barrier.

Aten was pumping every ounce of his energy and telekinetic prowess into protecting the civilians, his eyes growing bloodshot as he pushed harder, for more energy. This would be a lesson to the Jedi, the next time he encountered that thief it wouldn’t be some one-off encounter, the jedi wouldn’t be teasing. He’d be moving to put the sith down even if it meant maiming or bringing death upon him.

[member="Mirvak"], [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum too was impressed with the change in tone. The person seemed to have more to him than the basic animal instinct he had been showing before. The droid wondered why he needed the credits. With the power of the Force and physical prowess, money was such a minor entity. In most cases, money was just a physical representation of time and work, only valuable to those who put value in it. Why use such an overt method? It felt as if he was a criminal of opportunity, not planning the entire operation ahead of time.

The civilians were in danger, and it seemed that even with the additional help from Upari, [member="Aten Ramses"] was having difficulty. Ultimatum fire two shots at the retreating figure of [member="Mirvak"], but he did not follow. It was up to the police for now. "Upari, help him."

"Already started." Shifting the focus of his Force powers from supplying Force to the Jedi, Upari focused it into a pulse of resonating energy and threw the wave towards the glass. As it ascended up through the ceiling, the glass that passed through it would turn to sand, shaken to pieces. Upari felt exhaustion take over; it would be awhile before the Force would come back to the Shard, in any suitable fashion.

For now, Ultimatum would have to handle what he could on his own. The robot began moving civilians, pushing them out of the danger zone, increasing his audio output to higher decibels so as be heard over the screaming and crowd. "Move to alternate exits, remain calm but continue moving. Vacate the area."