Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

[Voices of The Deep]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgB8Dmumgaw

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Chaos theory said things fall apart, chaos theory said everything is random, everything is atrophy and unknown and there is no way you will ever control it or understand it. That it's all just guessing, you can't even count the possibilities you can never know, you can never prepare, you can never do anything about it. Things just happened. It happened ferociously and unstoppably, all physics and beyond the physics, rapidly changing numbers and beyond the numbers...but in the end who knows.

Chaos theory would be pondered for thousands of years. There were very few who could wrap their simple minds around such a convoluted phenomena.

The womans dreams were often rather chaotic as well...Her dreams were always vivid, colorful things. Full of music and whimsy, dripping with extensive metaphors and spiderweb like complexities. Some people had simple straight foreword dreams, but not she...The Queen dreamed like a mystery novel. Ever single thing that happened had the opportunity to be important, and the dreams were driven by a complex and overarching plot that splayed out in multiple directions. This is not to say that they made sense, only that they were heedlessly complicated and devastatingly involved.

Absorbed as she was in her dream world, waking up was particularly hard for the woman. With the reality she had come to know becoming increasingly boring her dreams were the only thing that kept her occupied...

Golden eyes would wander...her gaze flicking over to [member="Mara Sedaya"] and [member="Aeshi Tillian"] as they traveled along the darkest alleyways and shortcuts of Nar Shadda...distance needed to be put between them and the Auction House which had been burned to the ground after a rather vicious fight that broke out...and Shay did not feel an overwhelming amount of trust in the others who were there offering their assistance and as a result slipped into the shadows in the midst of the chaos. And then there were the women who accompanied her...one, a spirited fighter who had been enslaved along with Shay for reasons she could not quite understand. And a courageous woman who risked her life to free the oppressed from the chains that binded them...these were creatures Shay felt she could trust...at least for now.

And as the cold frosty air clung to her bare skin...the metal accessories of her rather degrading outfit only added to the cold temperature which seemed to be effecting the woman greatly. Shay crossed her arms over her amble chest and wheezed...the cold air making ghost of her breath as she exhaled smoldering embers from her nostrils as if a fire burned in her throat...attempting to warm herself as The Queens long reptilian tail coiled around herself...

Her species hailed from a planet that rested close to the sun...not even the scorching drylands of most planets could compare to the warmth her homeworld generated...and thus, being snatched from her natural habitat and forced onto a planet like this her body had severe reactions. Her species was not designed to withstand temperatures below a certain threshold...there was a reason she could walk through open flames unscathed...this was the pay off. The opposite temperature was deadly to her. And as her golden eyes flared with color her gaze landed on Mara, her eyelids heavy with weakness as the lack of clothing only added to the extreme discomfort the was beginning to feel.

She almost wanted to go back to the burning auction house just to be near the fire...but there would likely be mercenaries already out searching for the escaped slaves...probably best to play it safe.


[member="Darth Vizios"]
[member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Nar Shaddaa, the White Assassin hated the world, but had business which drew him there. An assassin had been marked which Xander had chosen to personally carry out rather than trust it to any of the other members of the elite team. His attire was that of the hunter, draped in black to blend with the shadows as was his usual choice for such an assignment. There was more of Dathomir about the assassin than the world he ruled, a sharp contrast brought between the face his subjects saw and the killer which dwelt in the heart of the Sith King. The frosty air was refreshing to his lungs after his nostrils had been filled with the scent of iron coming from the blood of the man he had just killed. It was over now, and Xander walked the streets, his mask and scarf loose as though he was just another off world mystic traveling the streets.

His attention was drawn away from the hustle of the usually busy moon. There was something on the air which was more than just a frost and bite. He could smell death, and it was not the death he had just dealt. Determined steps rushed off in the direction of the sensation, leaping into the air the assassin took to the skyline. His eyes caught the faint glimmer of a burning building before he stopped in his tracks. An old fashioned spyglass was pulled from the pouch at his belt to view the destruction from a distance. Someone had been deliberate, and now could be seen distancing themselves from what they had just wrought.

Xander opted to follow them for a time, three women, slaves by appearance of dress. Had the place they escaped been an auction house Xander would have slit every one of the slavers in two. The Sith Assassin despised slavery in every form, the practice outlawed on the Crown Worlds of Indupar. Yes the Dathomir influence he had in his life allowed for the practice, but it was much different than the form practiced by the rest of the galaxy. Following along the rooftops, Xander watched as they pressed into a cold alley way. He turned to see if they had been followed. From above he could manage the role of guardian angel before offering knowledge of his presence to them.

One of the women seemed especially cold. His large robe was more than warm enough for him. With a flick of his wrist the force floated the massive wool garment onto the leather and metal clad woman. There would be little escape for her if she died of the cold, something he began to observe about the reptilian nature of her tail. The action may give away his position, but it was genuine and helpful in nature.

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], [member="Mara Sedaya"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Mara Sedaya"]
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Her boots splattered through the grime of the alleyway- listening to the distant sounds of a burning building and city life. Speeders whirred through the sky and music drifted through the cold night air. Goose-bumps dotted her skin as the jumped from a burning building to the dark alleys outside. She led the way, winding her way towards the space-port. Aeshi was already tapping away on her gauntlet, getting the ship's engines up and running, with its system prepped for departure. It was ready to go once they arrived. It was at this moment that she was exceptionally glad she upgraded the deflector shield to military specs.

If that Trandoshan had troops to deploy from the sky, he probably had ships to try and intercept their escape. The StarDream was a beautiful ship and one of the best at traveling the galaxy- even with 300 tons of freight. One of the fastest two, but it wasn't meant for dogfights, certainly not in atmosphere. Best she could hope for was to push it to full throttle, utilize the cap drain and tractor shroud modules as necessary, and survive long enough to jump to light speed. Dathomir, the one woman had said. It was a bit of a trek, but wouldn't take all that long, if things went well. But things never went well.

This world was just like Coruscant, but in many ways, even worse, which was saying something. She remembered it all. The trash-covered alleys, with shifty characters hurrying back and forth in their lines of work, ignoring the rest. Then a massive wool cloak floated down from above, settling on the reptilian woman's body. She stopped and spun on her heel, staring up to the rooftops above. She could only make out a dark figure outlined by the distant city lights. Who were they and what were they doing?

That concerned her, especially since she hadn't noticed the figure before.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Night had fallen over the brightly illuminated planet and its thick fog hung in the air like a curse, but the dragon queen had little to fear. Fear was not a feeling she had ever been well acquainted with even as a child. Still there was something malicious about this new land. Perhaps it was only the appearance of it, but it had a sense of something wrong. Certainly a gloomy place to say the least. Well, it was no matter, she would be on her way home soon. Anything that wanted to say hello in a nasty sort of way would get a surprise, but as far as Scheherazade knew this land was void of anything that could pose a threat. One never knew though so just in case, she would be ready.

Eyes glowing like molten gold, the woman stepped through the trash littered streets slowly with her bare feet. The women leading the way to...wherever it was they were going. Somehow Scheherazade was certain that even if the sun were up this place would still be a pitch black land of nightmares. Some things just didn’t change.

Eyes wandering back and forth over the area, she let her thoughts wander with them. With her children gone she felt a sort of emptiness; a lack of purpose. Although she felt a fire burning in her chest, the war was coming, things may of been descending into an awkward peace for the time being. But one would be wise to note that Shay was not a forgiving goddess...no, they would feel her wrath and perish within her fire. Her duty as Queen; in part that meant producing heirs sooner or later. She couldn’t lie to herself any longer; if anything happened to her babies she would likely be done...and she would become the monster others desired her to be.

And as the cold air continued to wrap its coils around her the woman began to move slower and with less conviction than she once was...her thoughts becoming a haze as her breathing hastened...to humans, this temperature was probably normal and the equivalent of a windy day on during the brink of autumn...but to Shay it was starting to feel like Winter.

Seconds seemed to pass, and suddenly a large cloak had fallen over her shoulders, making Shay pause in her tracks when [member="Aeshi Tillian"] spun around like a top...her eyes drawn upward to the rooftops above.

Shay looked over her shoulder to follow her gaze...those bright golden eyes landed on a dark figure lingering above as if a watchful guardian...or a silent reaper. Shay blinked, tilting her head and slowly reaching outward as if extended her palm to the stranger.

"Et qui êtes-vous ... tentateur douce?" she would speak, curiosity lingering in her as the other two women stood behind her.


[member="Darth Vizios"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"],

Meanwhile among the ruins of burned down slave auction house,

The crisped rubble was smoldering, fresh scorch marks and soot covering the collapsed beams and bricks, twisted plates of durasteel. After the building crumbled, Trandoschan ships overhead decided to bombard it just for good measure, by now the fleet was dispersed by whatever peace-keeping forces Nar Shaada could muster, or they simply lost interest. After all, all was quiet among the rubble, not even a vermin stirred.

At least not until portion of the ruin started to shake, and glow, a sound grew louder from within, it sounded something like

PEW-PEW-PEW

Finally a mound of duracrete glowed crimson red like embers before exploding from within by a stream of rapid plasma bolts, a continuous fire of a repeater blaster from below the cover of the rubble. From the exploded hole a hand would extend out, silver-pale, metallic, still clad in battered plates as it grabbed the soil and dug its claws in, pulling the rest of the being up. HK would finally dig himself out of his tomb, battered and wounded, but not broken just yet, although his Phrik armor was in a bit sorry state, twisted and battered plates almost falling off, his black cloak was clipped in half, some of his gear lost when the rubble fell on him, he still had his lightsaber thankfully.

Twin barrels of his built-in repeater retreated back underneath the armor plates on his forearm,

"Oh Machine God, I fething love Phrik."

The droid muttered to himself, pulling his legs out of the rubble, he examined his body, at the tip of one of his thumbs there was still an impaled Trandoschan eye, a souveniour he took from Causstik when he blinded the lizard during their fight.

"Gross."

The droid complained as he pulled the eye off and stored it in a satchel by his belt.

HK scanned the area, realizing everybody else left, even the slavers,

"Sacrebleu"

The droid swore out, turns out Shay's language wasn't too dead, just another tongue, like Tusken, the machine had in his memory banks since the days of Ancient Republic but never really got to use,

"Those Sith-heads left me behind."

He complained more realizing the ladies, Soran, and blue spacer were long gone.

Another one of his scans then found that arm sticking out of the rubble, reminder of his foe, the monstrous Trandoschan. HK would move over the ruins to his position, reaching down to clear the unconscious beast, or its corpse, from the duracrete fragments, hoping he was dead or at least unconscious so that the droid could take what evidence he needed to collect the bounty on him.

Also, just by coincidence, one of the droid's photoreceptors turned dark, cracked during the collapse of the auction house, same eye that he took from Causstik during their fight.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik awoke still buried in rubble. He felt as though he couldn't breathe and his whole body was throbbing with pain. Get up. Causstik still had one hand free and with it he gained purchase and pulled himself out of the ground. He was in a sorry shape, but that wasn't saying much. The Trandoshan still looked formidable enough to make most men weep. His beskar'gam sported scorch marks everywhere, parts of the armor had been dented or had completely fallen off, and where it had come undone it exposed raw burned skin. One of his eyes was missing and he felt the taste of bitter copper in his mouth. Causstik spit and a large amount of blood and phlegm came out. He grunted. Then surveyed the area. The entire building had been reduced to rubble and the only things that stood were he and the droid. Sirens roared in the distance and a small crowd had begun to amass outside the building. The dust was beginning to settle.

At hearing the droid complain of how he had been left behind, in a fit of chaotic cosmic theory Causstik suddenly felt the urge to say "C'est la vie,"

Then Causstik looked to the droid "Well tin man.. What do we do now?"

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Causstik Rahn"],

Send me pick-up,

The droid sent a silent message to his agents as he heard the Trandoschan stir, HK reached back around his body to the electric spear holstered on his belt, grabbing its collapsed hilt,

"Do not worry about it."

HK quipped, pressing on the hilt's button so that the telescopic spear's shaft would spring out and the droid would bring it around to whack Causstik upside the head, shaft of the weapon lighting up with electricity to shock him as well. Hopefully this would be enough to knock Causstik right out so that the droid could haul him away from there and cash in on the bounty.

 

[NightSister]

Shivering as the night breeze landed on her bare skin, Mara quickened her pace as she followed alongside the two women opposite her. For tonight, she would be returning to Dathomir, most likely, after tying up some loose ends, but over the next few months she had a feeling that she'd be hunting through the galaxy even more so than usual. Whether or not that proved to be true, this was certainly the last time she visited the Smugglers' Moon.

The last few hours spent on Narr Shaddaa had seen Mara captured, put up for sale in a slave auction, nearly bought by a Trandoshan slaver, ending with escape thanks to the women she was now with, whom along with herself and many other gatecrashers had helped free every last slave before bringing the auctionhouse down to the ground. Though her escape had proved to be an interesting event, being held captive by slavers even for a short period of time had shaken Mara up and unless she managed to track her original captors down when she had built on her power, she would be staying far away from Narr Shaddaa.

The reptilian woman's sudden questioning words snapped Mara out of her reverie, and as she wheeled around to see what the two were looking at her gaze landed on a dark figure. Her hand almost went to her saber, but she decided that it would make her seem more afraid than intimidating and so remained staring down the stranger.

"Hey, you wouldn't have another one of those, would you?" Mara called up to him with a mildly saracastic tone, letting the wind carry her words along as she indicated with her head the cloak that had floated down out of nowhere to cover her new ally. She didn't really mind the cold, but felt completely degraded by the stares her ostentatious metal bikini was attracting and was eager to have something else to wear.

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

His action had betrayed his location. The three women looked up toward him and even called out to him. The one spoke a language he was not immediately familiar with, but it would only be a matter of time before he would discern the basic premise of it and perhaps communicate. Of course the force could potentially help if he were to intrude the mind of the sultry creature and take the knowledge he wanted from her. However, he was playing the role of guardian today. These escaped women didn't need another adversary, nor did Xander have any desire to support slavery in any form.

Having been discovered it did not make any sense to remain among the skyline of the city. This would only slow their escape and ensure they were captured once again. Another female, this one human in appearance, asked for another robe. She too was dressed in a metal bikini. It was degrading, and yet Xander was still a man. It would be a lie if he ever said he didn't find the outfits to be alluring. They were forced to wear them however, and that was what made this entire situation wrong. In a swift motion the man leaped from the roof, the force slowed his descent until he landed softly on the duracrete below. The alleyway would only hide them for so long, especially dressed as they were.

"I have a few layers that I could shed before I find myself as exposed to the weather as you are," Xander said with an observing smirk before the outer layer of his tunic was pulled over his head. It would smell of his scent and of forest and dirt. Much of his outfits worn to hunt his targets were the same as what he wore to hunt animals. "Treat this one with care," he said as he handed the over tunic to the woman. "The cloth was made using silk from the great Dathomiri Goddess herself. It was one of my most treasured pieces," aside from the leather breastplate he wore more frequently. Though he was a man, and rather distinguished looking man, the touch of Dathomir was quite evident in how he dressed on occasion. A slight accent of the language could be heard on his tongue as well having been taught the drow spoken by several of the clans.

His eyes turned to the other women, quietly observing. One of them was not clothed as the others, she was helping them escape. "You found them and have a ship, yes?" Xander asked the question with more of a knowing than a lack of it. How long had been watching over them? It was a feeling he had hoped to produce. "The streets will become a safer route if we can find these women different clothing. I think having them look the part of smuggler would make them blend in rather than stand out..."

Xander still did not introduce himself or seek to know their names. Introductions could happen when they were safely aboard a ship somewhere and free to relax. Right now there was the need to keep moving and look over the shoulder to ensure they were not being followed.

"There must be some shops near by, and credits are not a concern to me. Whatever they need," he instructed the one who seemed to be helping them before turning his attention back to the other women. "I will make sure you get off this planet safe and free."

[member="Mara Sedaya"] | [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] | [member="Aeshi Tillian"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The droid approached Causstik with a slow methodical pace. It would seem the lizard wasn't about to go anywhere, but as he attempted to bring the electric spear down upon Causstik's head he would merely side step the blow. Then he managed a shambling run out of the ruins and into the crowd beyond.

The people in the crowd took a few steps back at the sight of the monstrous lizard and one of them cried out "Someone's alive in there!" Their would be no blending in with this crowd. Causstik was seven foot tall and would stick out like a sore thumb. He limped into the crowd and took a hostage. "Stay back tin man or the Rodian gets it!" Causstik held his clawed gauntlet to her throat. She squirmed and struggled, but could not break free of his iron grip. He had her gripped by the neck and hoisted her around as if she was a shield.

"Please I have three kids!"

"Shut up," His blades dug a little deeper, but not deep enough to kill. A small trickle of blood ran down the knives. He then slowly backed away into the alleys beyond.

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Causstik Rahn"],

Escaping the machine would not be so easily for Causstik, somehow managing to dodge a simple swing at his head, even in his condition, the Trandoschan had the droid stalking him every step of the way, HK defeated him once already, he would not give up on his bounty so easily now that he only had to transport him.

Their chase finally came to a stand-still when Rahn took a hostage, turning around to face the droid, electrified spear still in one of his hands, the other held a shattergun pistol aimed at Rahn's head. In truth the machine didn't cared whether the hostage died or not, he was a droid after all, collateral damage was sometimes inevitable and often just a number he could do nothing but try to minimize. But perhaps the droid didn't had to negotiate with the slaver, after all, HK did had friends coming.

Silently three figures would appear right behind Causstik, casting off their stealth cloaks, their movements muffled by their built-in sound dampeners, lightsaber hilts held tightly in their gauntlet clad hands. The only noise they gave out to distracted Trandoschan, with his back still turned towards them, was the buzzing sound of lightsabers igniting, as one of them took a quick and precise slash at the Trandoschan's arm, to slice off through the joint area below his shoulder, cutting from below into the space at his armpit, between the armored plates of Mandalorian armor, his defense was weakest there after all, outside of just simply decapitating him. The beings were HK's honor guard, the Greycloaks, his copies in less sophisticated vessels, armed with lightsabers much like him, except their lightsabers could cut through flesh when HK used a training saber. While one of them tried to disarm Causstik, literally, the other two would try to grab him by his head and other arm to restrain him, their hands lighting up in electrical shocks, delivered from more Electro-Cestus.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Nar Shaddaa. What a terrible place. Then again, he wasn't that great of a person. Preliat was here on business, purchasing arms to start his own small arms trading company. Hard to find good slugthrowers anywhere else, truthfully. He was dressed as he normally would, sans helmet. No need to hide his face anymore. They knew who he was here. He was popular here, feared here. And they knew that whatever he had to do here, that they should stay away. Preliat's knuckles curled, when the startled murmurs of a crowd being faced with a horrible sight- a Mandalorian, hurting an innocent person. His crushgaunts curled into fists. He did not even notice @HK-36. Preliat was not aware of the madness at the auction house- he was now motivated by rage.

Preliat's rage was like a storm, and to those touched by the force, it was a hurricane of malice and anger that he stood in the center of. Preliat shoved through the crowd, baring his teeth. The Wolf- had come out of his home, only to find cause for violence once more. His wife would not be a happy woman with him slicing up a Trandoshan. Or pounding his face into oblivion.

"You dare wear my people's armor and commit such acts, you coward."

A single hand reached up to the left bicep, withdrawing the Beskar dagger. He turned it downwards, his teeth grinding. He was going to do everything in his power to remove this man's limbs one by one, until HK's...friends arrived. He turned to the well-known Bounty Hunter, curling the dagger in his hand. The soft-spoken nature betrayed the rage within.

"I would ask that you call off your men so that I may handle this vermin myself. As a Mandalorian."

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

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Behind you. The voices warned him and moments later he heard the noise of lightsabers hissing to life. He lifted a fist in the air and caught the lightsaber with his Beskar covered fist. He spun deftly attempting to wrench the blade from the droids grasp and threw his prisoner in too the other two as he did so. The sound of sirens was growing louder. Then the crowd parted to reveal another man. He berated Causstik for acting as a coward, but only a fool plays fair and only a fool believes their would never be civilian casualties. Despite his severely weakened state Causstik faced the man. A Mandalorian with a sense of honor... Causstik thought on this a moment. They have come quiet a ways sense the old crusades. When did they become so soft? Causstik was surrounded and no cover was available to him. It would seem he was royally karket or was he? Sirens roared as the local crime lords forces converged on the area. The officers parked between the crowd and the group of warriors. Causstik charged the closest speeder ignoring the other fighters. They opened fire, people screamed, and causstik took three bolts to the chest. Two hit his Besgar'gam, but one hit his exposed gut. He slid over the hood of a speeder and fell on to the officer taking cover behind the vehicle. As he did so he crushed the man's skull with his fist. He hopped into the speeder and gunned it. The engine roared to life and people scattered or got run down. The other officers followed in close pursuit. All the while Causstik's precious life blood streamed out of his gut. It was only a matter of time...

[member="HK-36"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Des had received a transmission from a certain Transdoshan. The monster was in trouble and his fleet of crony's had abandoned him. He knew how much the Trandoshan hated asking for help and it was like music to Des's ears. He even got him to say please. Des recorded the call so he could cherish it always. Regardless Des new a deal when he heard one. He helps out the beast and the Cartel didn't kill him. Des flew into the planets atmosphere and got a bead on his signature. "That's a lot of heat he's got on him..." Des dived for the Trandoshans speeder and activated his ships tractor beam. He had never used it to abduct people all though he'd heard of cases where it had happened. Usually only by creeps with a probing fixation. Des caught Causstiks speeder and hoped it work. The Trandoshan was going to need to hop out of the speeder if he wanted to get in to The Krayt Dragon's Pearl. There just wasn't enough room for the vehicle. [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Preliat Mantis"],

The droid was about to answer to Preliat when Causstik spun around and grabbed the droid's lightsaber. Machine simply de-activated the blade, slipping it out of the Trandoschan's grasp and re-activated it once more, aiming a slash at Trandoschan's heel to cut his tendons.

Still as the beast escaped and headed for a speeder, HK pursued his target, running behind Causstik with his inhumane speed, mustering strength through his damage, just like Causstik. In mid run the droid's jet systems sputtered out, damaged by the collapse of the rubble, until suddenly they gave out a burst with the last of their strength, propelling the machine forward in a rocket jump.

It was just enough for the droid and in his escape Causstik would notice something cling to his speeder, it was the droid himself, able to use the rocket jump to latch onto his get-away vehicle, his claw covered hand reaching out to grab Causstik by his gut, dig the bladeded digits in, and pull him off of the speeder brutally.

Meanwhile, the other two droids would grab the hostage thrown at them, setting the Rodian woman on the ground safely,

"You are alright now"

One of them spoke before they looked at Preliat simultaneously,

"These are not my men, Preliat."

The machines spoke in unison, recognizing the man seemingly,

"This IS me. The Trandoschan is wanted for murder, the victim's family have primary right to vengeance, according to Mandalorian Supercommanso Codex. And I serve the Mandalore as much as you do, I was there during the Siege of Keldabe, I hunted the man who nuked the Capitol and brought him to justice before Mandalore Monroe."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik's speeder lurched as it was caught in the tractor beam of the ship and he lost all control. Objects in the speeder began floating mid air. Causstik opened the door and hopped out of the speeder. He began floating in what seemed to be nothing. Globules of his blood formed small circles and began floating as well, like bubbles. Many who saw the account would claim to have seen a giant floating demon fighting there mechanical savior, then they'd be tested for drugs, sent to a psychiatrist and then finally pass it off as to much stress. As Causstik floated in the air he turned to face his pursuers and flipped them the bird.

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Afterwards he repeatedly kicked the Droid in the head in a attempt to get free.

[member="HK-36"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Mara Sedaya"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]
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Aeshi let her hands drop away from her holsters, but she stood tense as a whip-cord. He was a Force user. It practically oozed off of him, and he didn't feel like a Jedi. He oozed with the same predatory darkness of those she had seen on Coruscant. They had mocked her, humiliated her, tortured her. Sent torrents of Force lightning through her body. And others had whispered that the Jedi would save them. But they didn't. She and so many others had been left to die.

But he wasn't out to kill them, or otherwise harm them. In fact, he seemed ready to help them. She gave a tight nod.

"Agreed. And if you've got credits to put up, go for it. I lost mine when my trade goods were crushed beneath a metric ton of rubble."

Distant speeders cut through the air again and she turned half around to watch as distant dots sped through the air, including a ship. That was odd. Hopefully it would stop the fires before things spread.

"My ship's idling. Ready to depart as soon as we arrive, but..." That brought an interesting thought to her mind. "Why not go clothes shopping first?"

What an odd situation. Here she was on Nar Shadda about to go clothes shopping.

"But let's be quick about it."

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The golden eyed woman narrowed her gaze tightly as the cloaked figure lingering above made his descent to the surface...jumping from the ledge and landing before the three maidens as his feet impacted the earth rather lightly. Shay tilted her head, flicking her eyes over to [member="Aeshi Tillian"] and [member="Mara Sedaya"] . Both of which seemed on edge at the mans arrival at first before slowly lowering their guard. The man then began to speak, his language identical to everyone else she had met so far...naturally, upon once again seeing she could not communicate with this stranger her tail flicked in slight annoyance as she remained silent. Not necessarily keen on wasting her breathe on those who could not even understand her...she would simply use gestures if she had to tell them something.

Still, while they all talked to one another Shay merely turned her attention elsewhere. Turning her golden gaze towards the bright flickering lights of the ally signs and the gleaming lamps that scattered along the cityscape...her homeland had no such technology. Their light came from lamps...crystals and other forms of natural illumination. So seeing an entire city lit up in the middle of the night was something of a spectacle to the reptilian woman. Still...unlike her homeland, these sources of light provided no warmth of security...just distractions and things that were pleasant to gaze upon.

Taking a breath, Shay continued through the Ally a bit...moving a few lengths ahead of @Aeshi for a moment as she kept the mans cloak firmly wrapped around her shoulders. Shay would of simply generated enough fire and heat to keep herself warm, but her connection to the force was still severely weak...the metal collar which remained around her neck in fact the cause of this. But she had no way of really knowing that...

Luckily, she did not need the force to generate fire...at least in some sense. Lifting her hands and cupping them together the woman hissed a breathe into her hands, unleashing a flurry of smoke and embers from within her. A common trait among her species, one that was designed as a defense mechanism. Normally, the full extent of this trait allowed her species to spew a jet stream of napalm from their bellies...but, this required fuel. Fuel created from lots of food...food she had not eaten in weeks. And considering the amount of fuel she has stored was unleashed back at the auction house, she would need several more meals before she could once again breathe fire.

But still, in the grand scheme of things this worked for her. The smoke that left her feminine lips generated heat similar to that of steam. Flecks of fire glowing in her hands as smoldering embers danced upon her flesh. Warmth began to enter here once again as she used a method that was often used to keep their eggs warm before hatching...more often than not, her species would place their unborn children into fire pits so the eggs could feel the heat that their planet generated before being hatched...Shay was born like this. Born in fire raised by it. Molded by it...there was a reason she could walk through open flames unscathed. Her body was designed to withstand temperatures that would scorch normal humans...only pay off was when the temperature dropped below a certain threshold she could no longer survive...and this planet was getting dangerously close to that point.

The sooner they left...the better off they'd be. Hopefully this stranger was trustworthy...


[member="Darth Vizios"]






(I like how there is this whole fight going down like a block away and meanwhile we are like "...lets go shopping!". Such class, truly we are MVP, lol.)

 

[NightSister]

As the shadowed figure leapt down from the rooftops, Mara got a good glimpse of their new aide - a tall man with an unabashedly Dark-sided presence and a predatory air of entitlement. The Darkness didn't bother her - she had seen enough of the Force and of him to know that using the Dark Side only sometimes made one a soulless monster - but she could've done without the arrogance. As it was, she left it alone because she was in no position to pick fights with somebody helping her, especially while she was still bearing the clothing of a woman enslaved, but she noted his demeanor and filed it away in her mind for later use.

He offered her an overtunic with a smirk, which Mara took gratefully.

"Thank you," she said, noting his accent as he mentioned the Dathomiri goddess. "You are Dathomiri?" A native herself who was very proud of her race, this revelation made Mara visibly less hostile. Then as he pointed out their lack of clothing and Aeshi suggested they make use of their time to go shopping, Mara pursed her lips but nodded.

"I guess we could. I will repay you of course, but I cannot do so yet." She looked around, trying to spot a clothing store that would provide something considerably more modest than was the cultural norm in this part of Narr Shaddaa. "Somebody else can lead the way."

[member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Xander did not miss the nifty little trick coming from the woman who seemed to have no understanding of basic. There was a brief moment he entertained the idea of seeing if beast language would work with her, but thought better of it. She was too sentient and intelligent of a creature for such a crude mechanism. Of the three women, Xander was most certainly intrigued by the one which seemed the most out of place.

"It does seem an odd thing to do doesn't it," Xander remarked though his eyes did not leave [member="Mara Sedaya"]. She had picked up on the slight accent his age now betrayed of the crow he had learned from his time among the nightsisters. He smiled in answer to the question. "Not directly, no. One of my masters was a nightsister clan mother. It was from her I learned to control my farseeing and the ability to communicate with wild beasts. Despite being the king of a male dominant society I have an affinity for the Dathomiri culture and the strength of their women." The answer was more than what the question asked, but it would move them along.

Both women who suggested the need to move along were quite right. If the women were in fact escaped slaves someone was looking for them. Xander was itching to teach the slavers a lesson, he would kill them where they stood, but opted to service the women instead. The cruelty of Xander Blackmoore rarely manifested itself toward women. Were Kazrah still alive, had the force preserved her for him, she would not appreciate the fact he was more noble than monster. She had awakened his inner monster, but to most it was concealed.

"I have said credits are not an option. There is no need to repay. Despite my flaws and the wicked things I have done, I hate slavery. Let this be a gift of redemption if you will." Xander moved around the corner of the alleyway. The other side seemed clear and he motioned for the others to follow. His eyes returned to the woman which seemed to be aloof for the moment. It was clear she was not in her element. The curiosity and wonder was etched across her face like a child seeing something for the very first time. "I believe there is a vendor not too far from here. We can stick to the alleys to find it. Follow me."

[member="Scheherazade Roshanara"] | [member="Aeshi Tillian"]