Animals

[Darth Osano]

[member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Tai Fa"]

Maleagant pursed his lips. He had not been expecting that. Two stories was a pretty long way to jump, even with the Force. Evidently that was not the case for the young Avendahl, who must have tapped into his Terrelian Jango Jumper heritage. Something approaching annoyance flashed in his eyes when Vitor indignantly asked if Maleagant would follow suit. The Shi'ido was no acrobat, but he'd have to give it the college try now, wouldn't he? Maleagant checked that both his weapons were properly holstered, muttering something impolite about Vitor under his breath as he backed up a few steps. It wouldn't do him very much good to jump up there and have his weapons fly off into the eerie darkness of the Coruscant underground, now would it?

He took a moment to assess the distance and his trajectory. After a small running start, Maleagant leapt into the air and allowed the Force to carry him farther than he would have been able to go naturally. Just not as far as Vitor had managed. Maleagant smacked into the wall just below the opening Vitor had so elegantly jumped through. His hands were able to find purchase on the ledge, so he neglected to fall several dozen feet the way he came. That did not lessen the pain from having the entire front half of his body slam into a rotting duracrete wall.

After several moments of struggling, scraping, and grunting, a decidedly more dishveled and dusty Maleagant clamored inside. He attempted to suck in some air, but instead got his lungs filled with some of the dust that had been kicked up as a result of his shenanigans. Maleagant erupted into a violent coughing fit, recovered, and then glared at Vitor. He brushed himself off with as much dignity as he could muster and said, quite simply, "Let's keep moving."

He started walking forward, cutting an angry path through the abandoned office.

 

[Zef Halo]

Awful.

Vitor blankly stared at Maleagant's terrible attempts of doing something physical. The man might have a sharp as a razor mind but seeing him almost fall back from the second floor had him mentally shake his head.

But such useless thoughts were quickly washed away by the critical reality they were in.

Primitive weapons were making three Sith's lives hard. Definitely not something these three should equate. Yet, here they were. The info lord and the oblivious arms dealer in the middle of an abandoned building looking for the investment magnate. Avendahl did not think it was possible to get any worse than that?

He tapped into the Force focusing on finding the Thirriken but as a mere acolyte, he could only feel a faint ripple in his mind - the direction he had to follow still unknown.

"Can you find him through the Force?" Vitor whispered to his companion as the two strolled cautiously through the building.

Somewhere within the shadows, a predator roamed preying upon the two.

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[member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Maleagant"]​

 

[Darth Osano]

[member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Tai Fa"]

Maleagant slowed his pace as he focused on the living Force, trying to sense out Lord Fa. Eventually he stopped walking completely and his eyes shut. Lord Fa was alive, that much he could tell. If the Thirriken were dead, that would have been their cue to flee for their lives and return with reinforcements. Maybe a hovertank. Then again, that might end up happening anyway. Maleagant was treated to visions of their shadowy assailants dragging an unconscious Lord Fa deeper into the durasteel jungle. Like a couple of hunters dragging a dead Tapani Turkey back to their campsite. Fa was definitely alive, but unconscious and captured. It appeared he had wound up on the wrong side of the junk wall and was dealing with the consequences.

It was not just Lord Fa he was sensing. He could sense the Cthons that were currently assaulting them sifting through the area, looking for them both. The creatures were seared into his vision like great pillars of green flame. They were truly steeped in some kind of ridiculous magic, otherwise he would have barely registered them.

The Shi'ido's eyes snapped open. "The Cthon have him," Maleagant said. "They're taking him somewhere."

If someone had asked Maleagant who he most suspected would be captured at some point in this endeavor, he would have picked Vitor. Instead it was Lord Fa who was getting dragged off by the natives. What a twist this was turning out to be. Maleagant wiped some more dust off of his left shoulder and then continued walking. "We'll need to track them, but first..." They had to get out of here before something else absurd happened.