Assassin for Hire (Open)

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Coruscant, Outside the Old Senate Tower…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge sat atop a large high rise overlooking the cityscape. His target would be passing soon… He got down in the prone position and prepped the disposable A295 sniper rifle he had bought the other day. Wasn’t as reliable or effective as higher end rifles, but it was almost untraceable and that’s what Scourge needed. He screwed the barrel on and attached the scope. Calibrated the sight so that the weapon would fire straight and true. When all was set Scourge set the tripod up and aimed down the sight. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His target was a local government official. A do-gooder who refused to pay the Black Sun’s what he owed them. As a result the Black Suns hired Scourge. He usually didn’t take such low paying jobs, but it had been some time since his last big contract. Mostly because he had spent a large portion of time locked up in Maximum security prison on Belsavis. So long, that many people had forgotten his name. But, his time locked up alone in isolation had taught him a few things… Trust the voices. They chastised him, but they also had their uses.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Here they come, worming their way into the grey matter of my brain…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He’s coming… Can’t you smell him… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They began[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge sniffed at the light breeze flowing through the upper levels of the city. All he could smell was smog and poodoo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His blood smells of purity, kindness, and love. He’s a good man… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They told him[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge thought he could smell it now…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Mmmm, smells tasty….[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]You really are a terrible person [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They chided him[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I don’t care.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His targets speeder began to fly by. He zoomed in on the man’s face, he always liked to get a good look at his target before he killed them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Stop. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They commanded[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Target… 111 meters[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Firing Direction.. West[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Please stop. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The voices pleaded[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Muzzle Velocity… 2,520 m/s[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Why do you do this to us? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They asked hopelessly[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]BANG.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge pulled the trigger and the blast went barreling towards the target. Scourge didn’t even feel the kickback while he was in his red Beskar’gam. The politician’s head exploded into a red mist and Scourge barked a wicked laugh. He picked up the rifle and dropped it from the top of the skyscraper and into the undercity. Scourge hopped into his stolen speeder and headed for the local Cantina, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The Helion, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]where he was to meet his contact from the Black Sun...[/SIZE]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Scourge"]

And just like that, the official she had lent her services to to protect was gone. His brain exploded just as she felt the shot. She grabbed his body and pulled him down but it was no use. She roared in rage, her serene persona breaking. This had been an investigation months in the making and her baiting tactic had failed. She'd failed.

Security went crazy, running to the doors and windows. Coruscant was the heart of the Galactic Alliances deep core presence, which meant whoever it was had to have been good to get past that level of security.

Wiping blood and brains from her eyes she growled again, beholding the headless official. Her palms turned into fists and she rose, looking across the rooftops of the skyscrapers, scanning windows for the assassin. Even the force found nothing.

"We have to close the blast windows!"

"No hold on!"

She dove, right out the window onto a low flying speeder and crawled into the seat as it banked wildly.

"Whoa!"​

"Turn around, circle that office!"

"You have credits."

She fixed him with a stern gaze and slowed her breathing. Her rage subsided a bit, but not entirely. It was dangerous to use the force in such a worked up state, but she did it any ways. A certain calmness surrounded her tone and it reinforced this time with heavy suggestive undertones.

"Turn around. Circle that building."

"I'm turning around, to circle that building."

"And I'm taking these," She said, scooping up some binocs from his dash board to keep an eye out on things.

"And you can have those."

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge started his speeder up, believing he was going to get away scot free. He laughed once more at how easy it was, the security in the core was not nearly as tight as it used to be. Scourge imagined it had something to do with Galactic Alliance getting their ass ends handed to them by the First Order, but politics weren’t his thing and he could really care less. The speeder came to life with a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]ZOOM[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and Scourge was off. He drifted through the back alleys before converging with traffic a few blocks away from where he had killed his target. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]You’re being watched [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The voices began[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I’m always being watched[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A jedi has come to free us! [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]They shouted excitedly. This brought about a small chuckle from Scourge[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]You’ll be free the day I die…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Even so, Scourge reached into the passenger seat of his speeder and felt for his Verpine Shatter pistol. It was their, along with his favorite balisong. A small blade lined with cortosis Scourge had aptly named “Jedi Slayers Switchblade”. He scanned the surrounding area in search for his pursuer, but saw nothing. Scourge’s Speeder dove low into the undercity and Black Sun territory. The faster he got paid, the better. He reached the bar he was suppose to meet his contact at and parked the speeder. Reaching into the passenger seat Scourge grabbed his pistol and switchblade before hopping out of the vehicle. The outside of the bar was lined with trash and filth, Spice addicts sat slumped over in the alleys between, and gangsters stood in small crowds around the front. It was just Scourge’s kinda place…[/SIZE]

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[Wolvren Malefactor]

"Where's smoke there fire,and from the smoke run's the vermin you will chase,for they are just swine you are the beast who comes from the flame itself..."

This Line ran through his head as he was wandering through these slums,he had been sent to this vile place for one reason to capture and retrieve a member of senate for interrogation it was supposed to be a fairly easy job keep his presence hidden as he would take him,neutralize,and give him to his master as orders but what had happen was un-expected a sniper round had killed him he sensed the life form's dark heart from where he was and had quickly tracked at and stalked as his prey finally stopped a grimy looking bar.

Wol'v would be completely shrouded in his hood at first he thought Coruscant would be harder to infiltrate but it took no more then a payed and faked identity and he was in no real issue with the guards and the one that did question him he changed his mind to say the least.

On the way there he saw many scum,wanderers,unwanted's,spice-addicts etc,what kind of swine would want to be anywhere near here? The daily torture rooms in the academy smelled better hen this place.

He would see the Beskar'ian wearing Merc enter the bar and he would wait a small bit before following in after him.

While tracking the senate official he sensed the presence of another a feeling of good probably a Jedi of sorts and he wondered if that guard would be following as well,if it was then he would just deal with them as well till then if he wasn't t bring his master the living target he'll at least bring her the head of the man who had killed him.

After a second or two of waiting around watching [member="Scourge"] make his way inside he would follow with murderous intent.

He felt someone grab onto his ankle and h looked down it was a skinny man who had track marks lining his arm holding a glass bottle while laying on the ground he soundd sick and his tone was nervouse.

"G-G-Give me y-your credits or ill c-cut you!" The man would probably just spend it on spice anyways.

Wol'v easily kicked the bottle top away and planted his boot heal on the derelicts neck and applied minimal force just enough to cause the man to choke for a second before a soft satisfying pop of the mans neck making his body go limp.

"Swine filth.." Wol'v would say under his breath as he walked towards the bar to go after the killer.

[member="Scourge"] / [member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Scourge"] [member="Wolvren Malafactor"]

She spotted a lone speeder going against the flow of traffic. With her force power still puppeteering the driver she spoke a single word.

"Dive."

And they dove, swooping in below the speeder to follow it. As they neared the villain cut the speeder and went into a bar, though not before she saw him rustling around his speeder. Her breath short, and blood pounding in her ears, she jumped, somersaulting into a crouch near the entrance just as a wave of darkness hit her.

With a confused look she paused. That was the darkside, reeking of death. Either the Assassin was a highly trained Sith able to mask his presence or there was a Sith on the loose in Coruscant. If things got dicey she surmised she might have to call the Temple for backup. The Galactic alliance had to have someone here.

She pulled her saber from her belt, rising and let the hilt angle towards the floor. For a second she paused, to gather herself. She settled into a ryhtmic breathing exercise, opening her body to the calm currents of the lightside and then stepped through....

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Quiet steps… Murderous intent… Tribulation of the dark… Call of the damned…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What are you on about?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]One.. Like the one who imprisoned us, but not like it… A being of the dark is near..[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Huh?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Jedi will save us… Smite the dark and free us from your wretched mind Vong being… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge scanned the smoky bar room for his contact, but noticed the man was nowhere to be found. Scourge walked across the sticky floors and through the crowded halls. A spice addled fool blew smoke into Scourge’s helmeted face and Scourge nearly killed the man then and there. But, killing those you worked for was bad for business. So, he let it slide, but not before giving the man a quick stomp on the foot. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“ECHUTA!” The alien gangster shouted, but scourge kept walking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He approached the counter and tapped the bar with two fingers. “Tihaar,” He growled and the bartender swiftly came back with a grimy glass filled with a pungent clear liquor. Scourge removed his helmet exposing a bald pale head with pointed elven ears, puckered scars ran the length of his face, and piercing yellow eyes stared out at nothing in particular. He raised the glass to his flat nose and smelled the drink, testing to see whether it was poisoned or not. Satisfied it was genuine he took a sip and slid a pair of credits to the bar tender. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The liquor was warm and bitter. Scourge was immediately gratified with a buzz as he swished the potent drink around his mouth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They’re here… [/SIZE]

[member="Karren Trask"]
[member="Wolvren Malafactor"]

 

[Wolvren Malefactor]

Wol'v had walked himself inside looking around the crowded bar.

'This place is foul,it reeks of sweat,vomit,and shame.' He thought to himself as he pushed past the group of cretins towards scourge.

Wol'v stopped abruptly sensing the presence of the Jedi nearby the one he sensed when the official was killed he need not worry the Jedi's presence was far less strong as he thought it could have been none the less he had grown close to where scourge was.

The Sith watched him drink and his slimy pale head removed from its helmet leaving a vital piece of him exposed but he knew now wasn't the time to strike if the Jedi was here to exact there self righteous justice then why not let that derelict to the work for him it'll be entertaining to watch anyways.

He would place himself towards one of the back corners watching the scene unfold keeping his eyes locked onto scourge while he waited.

[member="Scourge"] / [member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Scourge"] [member="Wolvren Malafactor"]

Her focus had become absolute. With the force as her aid she nudged and rammed folks out of the way, pushing through the sea of foul spice clouds and knocking more than one drink over. Finally she was face to face with the villain. A man with long pointed ears, slimy pale skin and what looked to be a decent set of armor.

The first things she saw was his gun, which was a large pistol. She guessed slughtrower. That posed a problem for her. She made a snap decision then, reversing her grip on the hilt and standing the business end up vertically behind her, she shifted her right foot back.

She bent her knees.

Her left hand extended, fingers extended and joined and she laid a stern glare upon the assassin.

"You. Lay down your arms and surrender yourself. You are under arrest by pending charges of murder. You will stand trial in the courts of the Galactic Alliance, or if you wish trial by my hand. How do you want to play this?"

Not the most Jedi of ways, but her patience was worn thin. Her soul was screaming from the witness of the Officials death. The dark side was gnawing at her guts, coercing the stalwart woman to give in.

Resist​

 

[Scourge]

Scourge sipped his drink slowly. Preferring to savour the burning bitter drink rather than the buzz itself. He was about half way through with the glass when he heard the bar begin to bustle. It started with a few crashes and curses. But, slowly the disturbance drew nearer until it was right behind him. Scourge cursed inwardly and downed the rest of his drink. He put his helmet back on as he heard the hum of a lightsaber. The patrons of the bar began to back away from the girl and the assassin, giving both a wide berth. Surrender was out of the question. Scourge was not about to go back to Belsavis. So he did what he knew best. Scourge grabbed the grimy glass in front of him and hopped out of his chair. He spun around so quickly he knocked over the stool he had been sitting in. He threw the glass cup at the Jedi and as it left his hand he vaulted over the bar counter, withdrawing his Verpine Shatter pistol as he did so.

“I don't want to kill you Jedi!” Scourge shouted from behind the counter than to himself added “I’m not getting paid for it after all…”

Hunched low behind the counter top, with gun at the ready, Scourge peaked around the top of the bar. He raised his pistol and let loose a few salvos from the weapon, not caring who or what he hit. It was not a slug thrower, but it was made to kill Jedi. It fired rounds so quickly it was almost impossible to block with a lightsaber. It was quiet as the grave and did not discriminate between targets. As Scourge fired the weapon in rapid succession he ran towards the bars kitchen in hopes of finding a back entrance.

“I haven't even been paid yet gor’ram it!” Scourge cursed to himself

[member="Karren Trask"]
[member="Wolvren Malafactor"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Scourge"]

The rounds that burped forth whizzed by, but one got her cheek pretty good. She felt the hot blood cascade from it as it ripped her face open on the right side. She screamed, the agony of the shot sending red hot searing spikes into her brain. She let go of everything. wounded and bleeding the woman lunged over the counter, now lost in a silent rage.

As he fled she motioned with her palm and shot the force forwards in a mighty force push, empowered by the pain. Darkness was seeping through her calm, giving her a bitter taste in her mouth.

The push was as strong as she could make it, a telekinetic blast of energy that sent people and shelves alike ripping through the air. Some of the chefs collided with the wall in a sickening crunch. Hatred now fresh in her mind, she charged down on the Assassin, eyes peeled for his shatter gun.

She had to protect against that now.....

This is more trouble than it is worth to be a Jedi. Why not just unload on him, kill him?​

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No​

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C'mon​

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No​

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NO NO NO​

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Coruscant, been there done that, kill him silenced that, truth be told assassination tended to get a bit boring after a while, 'I guess that why mum dropped the jib and went exploring, still best way to earn credits'. For the moment the young assassin sat down in the bar, one soon to become the forefront some rather strange occurrences.

First was the mercenary, nothing strange there, but Tana could feel there was something off about the man, like an internal conflict, similar to an psychopathic mercenary Trahdosian. Said man when proceed to stop on some nerf herder blowing smoke into the face, again, nothing uncommon there, though it it was surprising that the man had pointed ears and pale skin.

Wait, was he a vong or similar like creature, it kind of made sense seeing when Tana reached out with the force there was nothing to feel, it was.... strange. Though do to reaching out with the force another presence came, near, no two, on dark the other light. The first to enter was the Sith, judging from the black attire, 'they really need a new wardrobe, don't they know black makes em stand out', said Sith seemed to be interested in the merc but halted his advance, seemingly waiting, most lily for the following light side force user.

Then she came, a common enought looking Jedi dressed, well Jedi, who made a bee line for the Merc, 'looks like someone did a bad bad'. Tana watched the confrontation go down, the who, "drop your weapon", then the "I only kill people I'm paid to kill", then a classic blind fire bar fight, 'oh what fun, another one of these, and so soon after getting out of prison'.

Round whizzed past, not easy to block, but more then enough time to dodge, several said slugs going by the young assassins head, though it seemed as though the Jedi was not as lucky. The had seemed to take a shot to the cheek, nothing life threatening but still painful, "Um are you alright ahhhhhhh".

The following force push was intense, filled with darkness, but seemly accidental, this Jedi, was suffering from the corruptness of the dark side, something Tanasuki had seen happen to his sister years ago, it was not a pretty sight. Keeping his guard up he edged closer to the Jedi, his hand reaching out and touching her shoulder, "Are you alright, I sense there is a lot of emotion troubling you". Tana didn't use his, kind heated caring persona much, but in this case it was necessary, lest something even more dangerous happened.

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Scourge"] l [member="Wolvren Malafactor"]

 

[Scourge]

The poor Jedi…

What?

She suffers!

BAH!

Scourge scrambled towards the kitchen door in an attempt to get away, Kark the job, Kark the contact, and kark Coruscant. Scourge just needed to get out of here. Not because he couldn't take the Jedi in a fight, but simply because he didn't need more wanted posters for killing a Jedi. As Scourge reached the kitchen door a terrible wave of energy rushed forward. Cups, plates, and the occasional person went sprawling to the floor. A few of the cups even hit Scourge in the back, but he remained mostly unaffected. Scourge turned around leaking in the sticky fluids that the cups once contained.

“Wrong move Jedi…” Scourge said quietly.

He spun around quicker than molasses and raised his Verpine Shatter pistol. He fired off several rounds towards the Jedi and boy who seemed to be trying to comfort her now. Scourge’s free hand shot to his waist and withdrew the cortosis Balisong that lay in wait there. As the blade came free Scourge’s now bladed hand came back underneath the hand that held the Verpine Shatter pistol. He fired continuous and precise rounds at the Jedi and her new found friend as he pulled the trigger. All aimed center mass, switching between targets.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

What ever answer the Jedi gave would have to wait as Mr merc was not angry from the force push, it defiantly was not somthing plesent but Tana had a feeling that he was over reacting slightly. He pushed the Jedi beck and to his side, pulling out the duel vibro blades on his belt, holding them in a Ja'kai stance as the merc spun around, he was fast, but fast was what Tana excelled at.

He weaved and spun his blades around as the round ricocheted off of them, allowing a few to pass and deflect off the slopped part of his armor. "You seem angry about something what to talk about it"? During one of the swings Tana let out several small force pushes towards the opponent aiming to destabilize him and allow time for the Jedi to get back on her feet. All the while there was that little bit in the back of the assassins mind about what the Sith would do?

[member="Scourge"] l

 

[Wolvren Malefactor]

Wol'v had been watching the scene unfold but the fun was over time to collect his target.

He had slipped through the crowded and near the entrance of the kitchen where the manic was firing shots off at the Jedi and some other obvious force sensitive user.

Wol'v smiled under his mask and un did his cloak then re-tieing it around his waist allowing his helmet to be in view as his hands flicked to his sides grabbing his two dual bright crimson red sabers letting his force presence be known as well as rage quickly began to fill him.

Any force user in the bar would almost felt a sickening amount of dark-side energy or force flow off of him he had kept it fairly well hidden but now he let it all out revealing himself to all.

Like a missile he rockets forward at a low position using the force to semi propel himself as he flew forward at his target.

He would attempt to strike fast enough to where scourge wouldn't be able to render what had happen to catch him off guard and surprise him,Wol'v should have the advantage due to his devilishly fast speed of course,in attempt to do this kind of strike.

The two blades flashed and hissed as he went into a ferocious fighting style keeping the flow of his shots as one blade left another directly followed not allowing for scourge to breath attempting to suffocate him in these fury of blows one after the other and so on.

Wol'v's attack would open with a wide swing dual saber swing in an outward slash at the lower mid section of the armor going for the gap followed by wild and erratic slashes at other gaps in the armor and even a slash at the blaster in attempt to disable it if a attack was allowed through then it would sure as hell land as he performed and assaulted the Merc with his vicious Juyo targeting an attempting to do as much lethal damage as he could no matter where his sabers would land the flash's of the evil crimson red would be glaring out of the kitchen.

He would go for the initial body strike,then an attempt at disabling the firearm,then a solid slash at a leg,followed by attacks at any and damn near all gaps in the armor,and of course a heavy slash at scourges head. ( What if any of theses shots go through is up to [member="Scourge"] and how he handles them)

He however unless his saber attacks were avoided or stopped would attempt to blast [member="Scourge"] backwards into a nearby wall with a force yell as such Wol'v would roar out a ear piercing "DIE!" which anyone in a close vicinity would hear as well as essentially force throwing scourge backwards or at very least setting him off balance.

[member="Tanaski Yumi"] / [member="Scourge"] / [member="Karren Trask"]

 

[Scourge]

He comes for you…

What?

The Dark creeps for you!

And in a instance another opponent was on Scourge. A Dark Jedi who's over eagerness was his downfall. As he slashed at Scourge, the mercenary withdrew his Balisong and hit the Sith’s blade with a cortosis weave knife. Effectively neutralizing the red Saber. As the Sith attempted to do a series of flips around the bounty hunter scourge would simply unload upon him with his Verpine Shatter pistol. A weapon capable of even penetrating phrik. It fired too quickly to even block with a lightsaber so at this range it was nigh unstoppable.

“Jedi I give you this Sith in exchange let me be free!” Scourge announced to the Jedi.

[member="Wolvren Malafactor"]
[member="Tanaski Yumi"]
[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[Wolvren Malefactor]

Wol'vs first saber short circuited,cortosis weave,that semi surprised Wol'v seeing as it was a unique type of weapon to have,no matter.

His first saber would short out yes but the second would still be active and full a blaze,while scourge was busy and currently having to deal with the first blade (disabling it) he would swing his second in a flash at the Verpine Shatter Pistol,disabling it quickly and efficiently before leaping back around 5 ft.

"You Cretin swine filth! You took my Kill!" He would yell as he took both ends of his light-sabers snapping them together at a connector piece which since now connect would allow his still lit Kybar crystal to jump start the other making both ends roar to life on his now Double edged Saber as he spun it in his hands before stopping and out stretching an arm firing four large streams of force lightning at scourge.

Wol'vs rage would be overflowing.

'How dare such a vermin like this even think to try and destroy a sith's most sacred object,there own saber for this he will pay!' He thought as he activated his force lightning in an attempt to harm/mane [member="Scourge"] with burning flesh searing force lightning.


[member="Scourge"] / [member="Tanaski Yumi"] / [member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Scourge"] [member="Wolvren Malafactor"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

There would be no talking. That option left the table as the newcomer joined the fight, attacking Scourge with Sith Lightning. Her eyes widened and she felt the animal inside her perk it's ears at the influx of dark force energy. It wanted to be free, to be let out. She regretted dipping her toes in that river now. Easier and easier it came to her.

Rage​

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Fear​

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Pain​

"Enough!"

She intercepted the lightning, whipping her arm outstretched to counter the lightning. It crackled off her emerald blade and deflected into the ceiling, exploding panels and lights. As the furious light show went on her other hand was weaving the air reinforcing a force barrier in front of her to smash the verpine shatter guns slugs away.

The situation must be contained. Remain Calm.​

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No they both must die.​

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No they must not.​

"Kark!" She roared.

Which one was more guilty. The one that committed the act? The one whom intended to take the kill for himself? The one whom attacked the other with Sith like qualities?

"Both of you stand. DOWN!"

The last word of her sentence was inflected with the force. She attempted to clench the Shatter gun in the force, and crush it's trigger mechanism, disabling it.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

The fire came off of Tana as the Sith joined the fray, attacking the mercenary relentlessly, going force quick and short stab/slices, 'Meh Sith, sometimes a benefit sometime not, oh well'. Said help was soon cut short as his saber hit the cortosis weave of the mercenaries Katana? Why was he using a weapon of the Jin? It didn't matter as the Sith was a users of Ja'kai, and had a backup saber, and Tana doubted that the same trick would work twice.

He prepared to join the fight but was stopped when the Jedi came back to, they leaped in from of the lighting sent by the Sith, containing it in their blade, but what seemed off was the dark aura coming from her, darkness creeping in slowly. He words were powerful, but also laced with the venom of the dark side her entions running wild, still it provided a good distraction.

Tana leapt over the bar, aiming to check mate the mercenary with the blade at their throat, attempting to end the duel then and their before everyone died from the Jedi's lack of control. "Perhaps you should drop your weapon before things start to hurt".

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Scourge"] l[member="Wolvren Malafactor"]