Always Reuniting with Family

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry winces, but moreso he's kind of surprised, as the big one yells, the kid deflects half his shots, and the girl decides to try and punch him. ​

"Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa!" He seriously actually responds, recoiling a bit from the rushing girl, and shooting a half dozen more stun bolts at Glyph. "Okay, Verne-" The girl is telegraphing her attacks. Attacking her would elicit a bad reaction from the other two. Besides, she's cool.​

"Bring the ship-" Cambry, as he was raised by the Protectors, instinctively reacts to the incoming attack from the girl by bringing his left gauntlet brushing past his belt, triggering the Push Gauntlet secured there. With the effect of a low-power force push, a concussive wave is emitted in Felicity's direction. Not enough to throw her, but enough to stumble her. Enough to protect himself.
"Look, I'm not after either of you. Heck, you're all pretty cool." He begins, trying to appeal to reason. Perhaps more calm than he should be. The idea that it could be personal never even occurs to him.​

"It's just a bounty! An alive one! That's great, right?"​

Verne's voice sounded in his ear.
"Very smooth, sir."​

He ignored him.​

"So you know, just like, calm? Or whatever?"​

He's coiled. Defensive. Protective.
​

[member="Felicity Mason"] // [member="Glyph"] // [member="Owain"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Owain"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

Glyph saw the bolts now, but even then he was having trouble keeping track of the bolts, forcing himself to move his body while also spinning his blade and sending the bolts that came too close into the ground. Then he saw Felicity and groaned, setting his feet and now charging the man, his eyes closing for a half second as he then pushed the force into his limbs to speed up his movements twice that of his normal human capabilities.

 

[Owain]

Felicity and Glyph were charging the boutny hunter now. Owain sighed as he relaxed his muscles, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet. Joining their little offensive would do more hamr than good - they'd just get in each tohers way. At least with the two of them being space wizards they would be able to somewhat syncronise their movements to bring the man down. He was unecessary for this. The raven-haired boy stayed ready to lend aid if necessary though. "I guess we can't negotiate?" he called into the melee before shaking his head. He hated to admit it, but he felt somewhat left out.

[member="Glyph"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

That wasn't smart. Why didn't she ever think things through? She always rushed into a fight with someone without thinking about it. Well, now she knew better... even if it was a little late. She was sprawled out on the floor now, face down.

"Ouch... You bastard," she snapped, picking herself up, rubbing her bruised knees, "Whaddya want with him anyway? Just the bounty? Shoot him again and I won't go so easy on you next time."

Yes. Threaten the guy with the weapon. She was really doing great today. No cares given. He shot at her boyfriend. This was war.

[member="Owain"] [member="Glyph"] [member="Cambry Owens"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

The humming blade came closer and closer. Then at certain point, Cambry swiped with his left arm across in front of him, sweeping his Warden cloak. The cortosis-impregnated cloth would immediately deactivate the blade when it comes in contact. The Spacer took a step back quickly, and with a sort of wary air, he shot a few more stunners at the saber-less kid, hoping to down him before he tried to pull out Jedi-Karate, or something.​

"Ack, sorry." He said, frowning when he saw that Felicity had fallen over from the push wave. "Yeah though, pretty much. I mean, he seems a little whiny, but I don't really have a beef with him." He shrugged.
Just for good measure, he shot another stunner at Glyph. Seriously, he was downright unsafe with that thing.​

Outside, the Lassie had been directed by Verne to hover adjacent to the building at a safe distance. Verne, perhaps a little over-zealously, had primed it's guns, while maintaining an idea of the situation through the use of the ship's pretty impressive surveillance stuff.​

"Perhaps you could move a bit more quickly, sir?"​

​

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[member="Felicity Mason"] // [member="Owain"] // [member="Glyph"]​

 

[Bolt]

Zander moved his gaze to the light touch as it found his arm, with a smile he light glinted off of his fangs once again, "Of course. In traditional methods, my fangs would pierce a beings neck so as to allow access to the blood beneath and there fore the energy contained within. But I have a fair sized knowledge of the proper ways to consume." He spoke as he finally settled the ride into a gentle descent, powering down the controls.

Freeing himself from the confines of his protective belt (lol seat belt) he lifted the door free of its closed point, climbed out, and closed it back to the way it had been. Slinking around the car, he opened the door and held a hand out for Alexis to take. Helping her up, he lightly placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the front entrance.

The massive line seemed to indicate the exponential wait that would come...

Yet, Zander did not slow, instead continued guiding her past and towards the guards at front, "Welcome to the Krayt's Prey, Mr. Greyson." The massive, slightly balding, security gaurd murmured with a smile as he opened the door for the duo - his shirt stretching to the tearing point and yet remaining whole.

Inside, a dull thumping could be heard in the distant background, showing that the place obviously had a dance floor and likely a bar - which it did. Pillars of carved marble led the way down a long elogant red carpet, which was soft and enjoyable to the touch. Moving the woman through the left most door - of a branch of 3 - Zander waved a two finger salute to the nearest waitress.

"Table for two. Also, a bottle of your finest Correllian Champagne, and a smaller bottle of Mandalore Scotch if you would." He murmured to the younger Twi'lek teen that ran to attend to an avid customer of the place, "I hope Champagne is acceptable." He said as he brought his eyes to those of [member="Alexis Ravensclaw"].

 

[Rianna Organa-Ar'klim]

[SIZE=12pt]Alexis lived to travel in circles that offered such elegance, she dreamed of having a man who looked, and felt like the one who had his hand on the small of her back. Oh the things that could be done as they played across worlds such as Coruscant.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Her gaze met his and without any reason she leaned over to give him a soft gentle kiss that hinted at the passion that she was capable of. He smelled divine, his voice held that timbre of authority that she had heard already this evening, a reminder of a powerful man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Champagne is wonderful” She was a playful woman often advertising her needs and waiting to see if there was someone who could fulfill them, was Zander such a man. When he talked of how his fangs could pierce a neck she could not help want to know what kind of power that was over life and death. Yes it would seem he had led a life that had given him a great sense of fulfillment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She turned to walk reaching back to take his hand placing it on her hip as they walked to the table. She could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric was his body temperature higher than normal, was that a sign or was it her own awareness. She gave him a shy look as she let his hand go.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She slid into the chair offered to her, caramel colored eyes watched his every move.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Time to reveal to him what she was, and see how he reacted. There were things about the women of her world that men either gravitated towards, or excused themselves and never returned.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Zander, how would you feel if I told you I was a Dathomiri Witch?” she laid her hand on the table long elegant fingers, neatly manicured nails accented her hands.[/SIZE]

[member="Zander Greyson"]

 

[Bolt]

"I would feel that such an admittance changes nothing in my opinion of you if that is what you mean. I have met plenty of Witches, not all kind, neither all being rude or cruel. Arent all people the same?" He asked, sad to release the woman as he too sat, "Until a time comes that you show an overly dominant feminism, or sheer unrequited aggression, it would mean absolutely nothing to me.

"Would admitting I was, during a time, a powerful Master of the Sith Empire change anything?" Zander asked with an arched brow. His eyes, despite his best attempts, continued to linger on the womans lips as she had spoken. Her kiss had left his lips tingling; either bearing a sign she was hypnotising him, which he doubted, or he was already more than just attracted to the woman. He couldnt, shouldnt, and wouldnt voice this observation however - at least not any time in the near future.

"I guess I am saying, yeah it totally bugs me." Zander offered a massive ear to ear grin, indicating that he was joking.

Turning his gaze to the waiter that arrived, Zander paused a moment then shrugged, "Send me the normal."

"Medium rare steak, a side of eggs, with Val'hallan hash?"

"That would be the one." He offered, firing an imaginary gun with the tip of his finger. He was awarded a smile from the youth, "What would you like my dear? Dont worry about the price either, as said, its all on me." He said waiting for Alexis to order.

[member="Alexis Ravensclaw"]

 

[Matreya]

Having sat by for quite a time, watching as the young woman was bothered by numerous individuals, Leo chose to finally step into the ring...then just as he took a step, his body was wracked with pain..

Dropping to his knees, Leonardo bit his lip against the agonized roar he felt welling into his throat. His limbs elongated, his skin changed, hair fell out, everything that made the young man who he was changed in a few minutes.. His new body was sore as well from such a massive change..

When he finally sat up, Leonardo swept Golden eyes back towards the young woman, whom was now picking herself up off of the ground. A new comer was there, and the raven haired man was gone as well. But that didnt matter, the urge to protect the young woman had now changed to one of destroying the man who was firing at a weaponless youth like himself.

Standing his full 7 foot height, he uttered a massive bellow then charged towards the attacker.

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Owain"] [member="Glyph"]

(I was going to link to an image of what his new body looked like, but this computer I am on is PMS'ing. So google 'Belthazor charmed' and you will be able to see.)

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Leonardo Daemon"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Owain"]

Considering Glyph hadn't even come into melee range yet, much less even struck, his feet planted in the ground as the force energy flowed into his arms like a current that was forced into a small opening. Moving with its aid but also already feeling the strain of using the force so much to fight this man. HE was not the best at controlling the energy he exerted and knew he would be running dry soon, with that thought his free hand opened up and he poured everything into his palm before lifting it and sending a blast at the man's chest. He of course made sure to wait till Fel was clear before doing so.

 

[Owain]

Well, he was really feeling left out now. Owain sighed as he watched the situation deteriorate at a rapid pace. Felicity and Glyph were fighting together now like an old married couple (something that did stir something akin to jealousy in him, but he made sure to crush that the minute he identified it), and what could only be hotel security piling in too.

This was way out of his league.

At least Felicity was having the adventure she always wanted.

Shaking his head, he made his way over to the wall and slammed his fist against the fire alarm. Sirens began blaring, warning people to evacuate the building. To be fair, if you had space wizards brawling, it was only a matter of time anyway. Then the sprinklers triggered, showering them all with cool water.

This was pretty much all he could do whilst watching and waiting.

...great.

[member="Glyph"] [member="Leonardo Daemon"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry startled as he heard the massive roar from down the hall, and turned to see something akin to Darth Maul's body-builder brother running furiously towards him. ​

Again, instincts kicked in, but apparently not fast enough. As he tried frantically to activate his push gauntlet, the barreling beast smacked into him, throwing him to the left of the decrepit room, and tumbling down the stairs.
With a chorus of pained noises, Cambry gracelessly descended to the lobby. Only good thing about that is that he didn't get to experience the joy of Glyph's force attack.​

As soon as he landed, he had scrambled to his feet, finding himself surrounded by a number of bewildered patrons. Then the fire alarm went off, people started panicking, and water started spraying around the room. This situation was starting to suck.​

"Verrrrne!" He called into his communicator, adding to the cacophony of noise from people rushing the exit.​

"Mh, quite." The droid responded. "Mmh...one moment, perhaps we shouldn't abandon hope just yet."
The next moment, Cambry lurched during his run outside as he heard heavy blaster fire, followed by a bit of an explosion.​

One of the Lassie's triple-barreled blaster cannons had targeted the exterior wall of the hotel; the result was that it had been blasted apart.​

​

The droid had a bit of mind for calculations, and he had chosen the perfect spot; the room Cambry had previously been in (and Glyph, Felicity, and Owain were still in) was now open to the Coruscant street, but the people inside were likely not injured. ​

​

Still, as soon as he gathered what Verne had done, Cambry sputtered in disbelief. He was going to kill somebody! Maybe the cool girl! That might not go well!
"Hey, HEY! Bounty said Alive, you nerfherder!"
"Which you'll find he remains. Best make use of the opportunity with haste." ​

"Opportunity, what-" His frantic gaze fell upon the fruits of Verne's labor, and he paused.
Huh.
He was right, actually.
The hole was large enough for him to access, and not only him, but the target as well.​

Realizing the point, he quickly reversed.
"...Right, okay, good job. Top notch, actually. I'll remeb-"
"-Sir."​

"...Right."​

Getting back to action rather quickly, Cambry gathered what he'd need, tucked a piece of equipment into his belt, and put himself back together after that brief bit of stress (what with the stairs and the explosion and the alarm and all). Various undercity denizens fled past him, speaking in hurried voices and rushing to enter whatever ramshackle transports.​

Finally, his mask slid together and closed, his face was concealed behind two bright red lenses.​

"Don't wait up." His voice, now electronic and harshly filtered, fed back to Verne in the ship hovering in front of the hotel.​

​

Verne commented on that with as much disdain as he could muster. "The theaters are in a far nicer part of the city than this; save your dramatics."
​

Cambry wasn't really listening, as he was sprinting towards the building front.
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[member="Owain"] // [member="Glyph"] // [member="Felicity Mason"] // [member="Leonardo Daemon"]​

 

[Matreya]

Leo successfully knocked his target down a stair well, then leapt hard to the next level where the man landed - the leap jarring his already strained limbs. Luckily with time, the soreness would vanish, and he would return to full capabilities. Loosing another roar, he scared over a dozen patrons of the hotel as they left their rooms, this yell seeming to shake the very walls of the hall. Waiting for them all to scatter, the large Maelibi was suddenly thrown from his unsure footing. Somewhere in the lesser of his subconscious, where the full facalties of his being lay, told him of the sound and shockwave equating to an explosion.

After raising from his back, then quickly higher still to his feet, he spotted the man he attacked growing smaller in the distance as he ran for the exit. Running full tilt, with his massive gait far longer than his opponents, and each being more like a leap then anything else - propelled by his heightened strength - he didnt take long to catch up. Both emerged through the front door at roughly the same time.

"Why ya' runnin'!?" Leo called, his voice gravely and acidic like those of a nightmarish brute.

Spinning swiftly, the man - if he could be called that when in his Alter form - sought to bring his large leg into his enemies torso.

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Glyph"] [member="Owain"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

...And Felicity' writer had entirely lost track of who was who and what was going on. But one thing she did know was that a hole was blasted through the wall, and Owain had pushed the fire alarm. Felicity was now covered in dust from the explosion, and exceedingly wet from the sprinkers. She was dirty and wet. (get your mind out of the gutter!)

And very unhappy. But still, the new hole was a good opportunity to escape. They could climb down, drop into the city below, and disappear in the crowd. Assuming Glyph didn't get his stupid self captured before then.

"Boys, we're leaving!" she called, motioning to the new hole in the floor and most of the wall.

[member="Glyph"] [member="Owain"] [member="Cambry Owens"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Owain"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Leonardo Daemon"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

So ok, the stun shots were a pain in the ass, but when the wall of the room exploded out into where they were all standing he was going to need to talk to the Sith about what the hell kind of government they were running on the planet. His body shook and he pushed small bits of rubble off him, looking at himself and sighing as he found he couldn't sit up for a few moments, hearing the sound of the guy that had started this running. "Karking nerf herder..." He tried to push himself onto his feet, finding standing and more importantly his ability to breath harder, something was definitely broken and he could tell. He wasn't dead though, and certainly not crippled, and he did have a bit of payback to pay the man. But one thing came first. "Fel, where are you?"

 

[Owain]

Ah, things were moving again. Lovely. Time to leave then. Rolling his shoulders he stepped to follow Felicity out the hole in the wall that had been blasted before noticing Glyph struggling to stand. He could leave him here, for the bounty hunter. It wouldn't be his fault Glyph got captured. And then it'd be just him and Felicity...

"Aaaah kark it," he swore, stomping over to Glyph and hoisting him over his shoulder. "Come on lover boy, we're leaving!" he declared, jogging after Felicity. "Hey Songbird! Where we heading? Also, make with the heals - I think your boy toy is broken," he shouted with a roll of his eyes.

[member="Glyph"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

She could hear Glyph call for her as she turned around to drop through the hole in the floor. Why did he had to call like he couldn't see her? Maybe he really was broken, like Owain said. Of course, she didn't enjoy his joke about her healing. That was something only mom could do. It was really hard. Felicity couldn't even handle the simplest of Force skills.

"Shut your mouth, and come here. We're heading to the undercity. I read that it's easy to hide down there."

Without another word of explanation, she jumped down, carefully landing on her hands and feet like a feline on the next level down. From there, climbing down the front of the hotel was as simple as sliding down the metal water pipes on the outside.

"Come on, Owain!" she shouted, straightening up to show that she was alright, "It's not a far jump at all!"

[member="Owain"] [member="Glyph"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry took the kick to his side honorably, as it threw him completely off his path and crashing off to the side into a squatter of some kind. ​

The man rubbed at his head and gave a groan of pain, as he clambered to his feet. Two things were in his view; Darth Chunky and the kids. The kids, well, the whiny one, were his cash prize. Chunky over there wanted to pull a Wookie on him. ​

Hm, decisions, decisions. ​

He turned towards the kids, pulling from his belt a Breaker Grenade, and then jerking his head in the direction of the transformed gentlemen.​

"Verne, shoot the red one."​

"With expedience."​

The Lassie pulled around, it's blaster cannons swirling as the energy they conjured went from red to blue - High powered stun cannons, designed to incapacitate even the heaviest targets. Like Big Red over here.
As this happened, Cambry sprinted towards the building, breaker grenade in one hand and his stunning blaster pistol in the other. As he neared it, he pulled a cord at his chest. With a deep roar as it was triggered, his jetpack ignited and launched him flying into the air. Second story height. With something of an excited snicker at the exhilaration, Cambry threw the breaker grenade toward his target. ​

Once it had impacted, the grenade wouldn't cause physical damage of any kind. It didn't work like that. But Glyph, as a force user, would experience it's affects. Sickness, aggression, just generally being a bit funked up. It'd mess with a guy's sinuses something fierce.

[member="Felicity Mason"] // [member="Owain"] // [member="Glyph"] // [member="Leonardo Daemon"]​

 

[Edric Vanyan]

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Owain"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

"Ouch damnit wh-..." He noticed something else now, he was blinking but he couldn't see too well, he couldn't even tell who had grabbed him and without thinking he almost slammed his leg into the man(The still good one). Almost that is, until he heard Fel and Owain's voices and his breath was let loose for a moment before speaking. "Hey uh... owain, i can't see, so i hope you plan to carry me the rest of the way... or you could set me down and say you lost me... Get Fel out of here..." He said the last part all too softly for Fel to hear, and not even knowing of the stun cannon fire to come.

 

[Owain]

Owain rolled his eyes. "Not happening Glyph-y boy. I lose you and Songbird will cry. After kicking me to oblivion," he snapped at the boy on his shoulder. Somehting clattered and his eyes widened as he noticed the grenade. "KARK!" the raven haired youth sword, jumping in the hole after Felicity. ANd then he realised how high it was, and he wasn't a space wizard. He slammed into the gorund and bent his knees, the shock still jarring his bones. Owain bit down on his cheek, drawing blood. He spat it out of his mouth. "Little help here?!" he shouted at Felicity, limping forwards as best he could, ignoring the lances of pain in his legs.

[member="Glyph"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Felicity Mason"]