Private An Apex Predator and The Big Game Hunter

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Kaas City
Tag: Firrerreo ​

Cyran was familiar with the planet some. It being where he started working way back when he was doing jobs for The Sith Empire. Back then he tried to keep more of an open mind about Force Orders, after all they were paying his bills. But the Sith were insufferable. During one case his Sith client was killed by a rival after the job was done, and had initially been refused pay. With a pain staking amount of effort they eventually gave him what he was due, and Cyran was able to give them a bad reputation as a client to other bounty hunters who cared about that kind of stuff.

Nonetheless the Dromund Kaas being so heavily involved with Sith didn't harbor a favorable bias to Cyran. Now the planet was functionally in no mans land when it came to the rest of the galaxy. Currently Cyran was working on some high end NIO bounties, targeted against unaligned Sith in the region. He had gotten word of one on the planet and was in pursuit of them. The Zeltron bounty hunter was riding his FC-20 speeder bike through the streets. While his two Prowler 1000 Expedition Droids took off ahead of him into the air to give Cyran a dual birds eye view and fine the Sith he was after. Firrerreo was what they went by. He wasn't sure if that was a name, nickname or title. They weren't Cyran's usual target. They surly aren't going down without a fight, if they go down at all.

It's very likely that Cyran was acting a fool over this. He's always understood he was something of a B-list bounty hunter. But for him, this was a little personal. His distain and resentment for Force Cultists had reach a boiling point. Burying his negative emotions regarding them only for the built up pressure to begin to leak. Was he in over his head? That was very likely.

Just then as he turned onto another street one of his droids radioed back to Cyran that they possibly found their target. Wasting no time he shifted gears on his speeder bike and quickly took off in the direction of where his droid reported.

 

[Firrerreo]

The fall of another Sith Empire. The mad grab for relics for the Sith caught in the death throes was a brutal and selfish game. One that had already ended, but it fascinated the young Firrerreo to study just what was left behind. What was it the Sith didn't care enough to try and salvage? What was discarded? Who, more often than not, was discarded? With the fall of the Empire came a purge, but it wasn't just the Sith's enemies that slaughtered them.

Amber glowing eyes studied the near ashen corpses of a few acolytes within the once prestigious academy. Acolytes that had been too weak to join their master. Or perhaps just purged so the master could protect themselves in this time of uncertainty. What was the most surprising was the fact their lightsabers still rested beside them. Firrerreo reached out, lifting one such weapon to study it curiously. Crudely made, more wrapping to keep the parts together than actual saber parts. But effective.

He cast the weapon aside, standing up to look around the empty halls again.

"The weak are discarded. A lesson, for those who walk the path." It was a sign of just how trying the times forward would be. The young Knight lifted his arms, closed his eyes. Basked in the glory of the coming trials that would surely show just how strong he'd become. His faith would be tested, surely. All the better.

The smile that had formed on his lips quickly faded. In the back of his mind his Familiar, an orange tabby, watched outside. Shifting between the catlike form and it's true, wispy shadow shape to watch out for potential looters or fellow Sith that might be here for a similar reason. More than once he'd been interrupted as of late, and he refused to be caught flat footed again. A speeder bike, closing in quickly towards the academy.

With a Mandalorian riding it.

What was this? What kind of trial needed some backwater heathen to assault him. For a moment, the man despaired. Was this truly what level the Sith had been reduced to? He covered his face, less he weep in anguish. "Ah well." The feeling passed as quickly as it came. Firrerreo reached into the satchel on his side, pulling free his spellbook and immediately flipping to the page he wanted. His alchemized knife was drawn with the other hand and he set about his glorious work.

Rune after rune, quickly and expertly drawn into the floors, the walls. Seemingly random, but all with a purpose. All to store different spells for the coming trial. As he traced them out, they glowed the bright red similar to a lightsaber. Only to fade into near obscurity once the runework was done. His Familiar retreated inside, hovering above the large entrance as Firrerreo retreated further in to continue his work. The Familiar would work as his eyes for the initial part of the trap.

Now he just needed the Mandalorian to come inside.

Cyran Vaas

 

[Cyran Vaas]

It was rather foolish of Cyran not to have checked the historically Sithy buildings right away. Riding his bike in the direction of the possibly now abandoned Sith academy. A building with a past of brainwashing and indoctrination to turn force sensitives into servants of seemingly negative and nebulas energies. With one exploration droid hovering above the target location the other one followed along side Cyran on his speeder.

Eventually he made it to the destination. Getting off his speeder bike he walked forwards into what seemed to be a quart yard that preceded the academy proper. As he did his droids hovered down around him providing him with additional visual feedback to his helmet. This Sith wouldn't be the only one with some extra sensory perception. If Cyran really was going to take on a proper Sith here he couldn't just hope that his skills, tech and equipment would pull him though. He needed to be certain of it. This wasn't the time for second guessing.

Walking further into the court yard he saw the bodies of several hooded and robed figures. Acolytes? Perhaps, but Cyran really did know. Walking over to one and looking over it he noticed the hilt of a lightsaber. Picking it up he looked it over, it wasn't particularly refined. Support the theory of his that here were mere acolytes. Some of the hilts he'd seen on the few Sith he did know of were quite ornate. Nonetheless this hilt even if it was rather crude could fetch a good price, possibly to a collector of sorts.

Hooking the lightsaber hilt on his belt to possibly take back with him, Cyran finally looked over more at the entrance proper to the academy. The doorway was quite imposing, and before going inside he held up his vambrace. It had a digital datapad on it where he would input some controls for one of his little drones. If he was dealing with a Sith he wanted at least some idea of what he was getting himself into before he got himself into to the imminent danger he was expecting. Following behind the drone had flown in ahead of him. Passing through the doorway and into the academy. Having one drone behind him and one ahead of him to act as auxiliary eyes and ears. Eventually Cyran himself stepped into the Academy, not once noticing the strange hovering cat above.

Firrerreo

 

[Firrerreo]

Deeper within, preparations complete, Firrerreo watched. His gaze was blank, eyes unnaturally glossed over. For instead, his gaze rested in the eyes of his Familiar. Watching the Mandalorian draw ever closer to the coming trap from above. The cat sprawled out in the air, unnaturally floating as it's now amber colored eyes focused in. Prepared. The drones would be an issue. Extra eyes. That would be cheating.

Only the Firrerreo could cheat.

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The ancient Sith words echoed from both the Sorcerer and his Familiar. Darkness gathered into a small mote before soaring towards the front drone. A blast of pure hate that'd detonate into an all consuming heat to leave naught but ash. Then a second, flying for the other drone. Blind his enemy, have them stumble into the traps around. That was the Knight's plan. All throughout the room were the various runes he had scribed. They were nothing complex, not like the one he was working on in the far back room.

But stepping on them would trigger them, causing a blast of lightning to erupt from below.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

As Cyran made his way into the building he flinched and looked up, now getting the very odd sight a feline looking animal floating around above them. Only catching sight of it as it echoed some cryptic words. Cyran wasn't too sure what it was doing but soon after hearing it noticed a mystical shadow destroy his first drone before his second one was quickly destroyed as well. Now loosing some of his handy tech he pulled out one of his weapons. A simple force pike, holding it in two hands almost like a sword. As he drew the weapon it hummed with vibrations and voltage as it was activated.

Unsure as to weather or not he was going to be ambushed soon he looked around. He saw the cat still floating above, still not really sure what to make of it before making a witty remark about the fact that his drones were destroyed. "Seems like I'm getting pretty warm now...." He said as he stepped further into the building. Now on high alert. Sith and Jedi weren't really his specialty. So he wasn't too sure what to look out for.

This ignorance came ahead as his right foot stepped onto one of the traps. Before he realized it he was blasted to the side, knocking into a wall hard. A sudden flash of lightning as all he noticed as the jolt washed over him and his armor. Moments like this made him thankful for his rather unique armor. His duraplast helmet and vambraces and all there handy tech shouldn't be fired yet from the electrical blast. Given their rather robust nature to ionic damage. Nonetheless he still hurt as he was slammed into the wall. For every bit energy resistant his armor was, it wasn't good at protecting against percussive forces. Getting himself up he looked around. Surely the room was filled with similar traps on the floor, like a magic mine field.

He thought quickly about what this meant before seemingly talking to himself. "You ruined some of my tricks, well two can play at that game." Perhaps he could get them back by making his traps as pointless as his drones. Readying himself he stood there with his force pike in hand before the nozzles on his jet pack sparked and lit up. As they did he was lifted off the ground. He didn't wanna over do the jet pack. It wasn't typically wise to use them indoors. He would know, he did it once and almost killed himself when he bashed his head into the ceiling. Steadying himself he flew over the ground and deeper into the academy. Ready to more quickly reach his target before they can get much deeper into the building and litter more traps as well.

Firrerreo

 

[Firrerreo]

"Interesting." Firrerreo had ceased his preparation further in for the moment. Putting it on pause, as it were. He fully expected the heavily armored Mandalorian to shoot his familiar out of the sky, leaving him similarly blinded as he forged deeper into the temple to continue setting up his traps. And yet, no such reality came. His tabby still hovered in the air, watching Cyran Vaas surge forward with the assistance of a jetpack.

"I suppose that needs a punishment, then.."

He hummed, speaking aloud to no one in particular. Without warning lightning erupted from the Familiar, blue charges of electricity arching for the Mandalorian midflight. But it wasn't just to strike him. The runes could be triggered in more ways than one. Several of the bolts streaked past his foe, impacting the seemingly random assortment of runes ahead. Red glowed hot, brighter and brighter.

Then in a flash of light, it exploded. Much like a thermal grenade the rune consumed all in a blaze of heat. A similar spell to the one he launched to catch the droids just prior. All according to plan.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

As Cyran began to fly off with his jet pack, the sensors on his helmet began to pick up on a rather large discharge of energy coming from behind him. Before he could check it out he was stuck with electrical energy. The hit cause some of his tech to being malfunctioning. Such as his jetpack as he began to fall he saw some of what looked like runs being activated.

As he feel the blast of energy sent him flying back. "GAHH!" With nothing to ground himself to he tumble onto his back into the floor. Loosing his force pike from his grasp. This experience was quickly reminding him why he didn't ever try to tussle with Force Users. Groaning he managed to pick himself up some. The concussive force of the explosion and the impact of falling onto his back were nasty weaknesses in his armor. Looking up he saw the cat still floating there, it's position matches up with the energy signals he was alerted to earlier.

As quickly as he could he upholstered one of his blaster pistols. His targeting system in his helmet was glitching out from all the electrical damaged he has taken. But even without it he was still a fine shot. Aiming his blaster pistol up at the feline creature he shot at it. Several blue rings of energy flying up to knock out the cat. Naturally his blasters were almost always set to stun mode. Killing was never really his style. He figured that if the cat fell after getting hit, it would fall to the floor, possible hurt some but not dead.

Cyran understood that cats can reach terminal velocity very quickly so a drop like that shouldn't hurt it too much. Nonetheless this feline distraction has run it's course he hoped. He needed to face off against the one really pulling the strings here. A moment later after a quick reboot from his tech's software his helmet, jectpack, and vambraces would stop glitching out and malfunctioning.

Looking over he saw his Force Pike that was lost from his grip. Holing up a sore arm to it, his vambrace shot out a fibercord whip to catch the weapon before it rapidly pulled back, practically tossing the weapon back to him. He grabbed it's handle and activated it once more. It seemed like in the blaze of glory most if not all the traps were sprung at once. Cyran would continue on foot and hopefully meet the mastermind behind all this. Even though he was certainly hurting at this point.

Firrerreo