Caught in the Act.

[Falks]

Falks wiped sweat off his forehead as he dragged a large bag across a dark alley in Nar’Shaddaa. “Jobs are getting tougher and tougher.” He thought as small cries for help could be heard coming from the bag. Falks suddenly looked back alerted as a rat bumped into an old rusty can, making a metallic sound. He then picked up the bag and dumped it into a large dumpster, then pouring gasoline into the dumpster and then lighting it on fire. “I guess this is what debt looks like” he whispered to himself as he was striking a match.

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[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]H[/SIZE]is otherwise polished knee tall dark leather boots were today not as clean as he would like them to be. Probably because he had stepped in one too many puddles of various odd substances and walked through too much dirt and garbage. Truly, the poverty that inhabited this planet was overwhelming to the, by standards, old Jedi Padawan. Currently he was on his way towards the spaceport to get off this hellhole of a world, walking down a long dark street only lit by the neon lights from the behemoth skyscrapers above. One could almost say that in such a low-lit environment as this one, his current clothing blended into the background like a shadow, his black silver trimmed robes and his likewise black plants, loose to allow for effortless movement, somewhat helped him evade the occasional addict that asked for credits from this obviously off-world man. Often he went only by the name of Unsung, a moniker or alias of sort to show his devotion to the force, but to himself he would always be Senji, at least that was how he addressed himself.

[SIZE=9pt]If one was to observe Senji from a distance they would see that he was a male Human in his thirties and went 1.85 meters into the air, his well-built and muscular frame seen even behind the otherwise obscuring robes of his. A very noticeable feature of his however would be the fact that he lacked true facial features, not in the sense that he had no face, but rather that they were hidden from view. Senji always wore his durasteel mask, that was characterized by its cold and expressionless demeanor. It covered all the way from the bottom of his chin to the very top of his forehead, various symbols and decorations seen on the silver like metal which face shaped surface was only broken by two holes for the nose and eyes and a few slits by the mouth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It seemed that Senji was on a lucky streak when it came to getting off world missions. Only a week ago, he had been tasked with retrieving a collection of history books a resident on Nar’Shaddaa had donated to the Jedi Academy on Ossus. Something that surely happened very rarely and now after three days of work he was finally done. It had not been too difficult since it was he was merely acting as a sort of letter boy, but on his way back from where he had gotten the three data pads that held the information the jedi order had been granted, he had found his borrowed speeder to have been stolen. Obviously irritating, but what could he do. Therefore, he had for the past half hour tracked through the maze like lower levels of this world to reach the spaceport.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]A sigh was heard, slightly muffled from behind the mask of his as Senji glanced briefly up towards the sky that was filled with neon lights and the constant busy stream of dark dots that one could only assume was speeders hundreds of meters above him. He was sure he would be by the spaceport soon, he for one was ready to go sit down in the private spaceship he had been using by permission from the Jedi order for this mission. He could just go in there and sleep, he did not even need to pilot it this time, simply just tell the pilot droid to travel to Ossus and he would be home in a matter of a few days at max.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As Senji continued forward he suddenly heard a few noises coming from a sideway alley not too far ahead from his current position. Light started to shine out from it as the sparkling sound from fire was heard accompanying it and suddenly a wave of fear washed over Senji, not that he himself felt the terror, merely that the impression of it had through the force been carried to him, coming from another individual. He frowned and fastened up his pace, reaching the side alley just in time to spot Sam by the “living” bag, which the fear could be felt emanating from. From the moment Senji spotted Sam he had already figured out what his intentions had been with this bag, his face growing expressionless behind the mask of his as he took a few loud steps forward, his boots creaking underneath him as he walked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He supposed that standing there at the edge of the light he would look like death himself with an iron gaze, valiant standing guard. Slowly Senji let a hand slide towards his thick leather belt that was placed around his waist which held a curved hilt lightsaber on its right side. He spoke up loud, his voice formal and basstuned. “Greetings, I suggest you put down that bag of yours. I do not think whatever is in that bag belongs in a fire.”[/SIZE]



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[Falks]

Falks looked up with a suprised smirk. "Ohh i was just taking out the thrash im afraid." In the dark alleyway you could see a large gunholster located on falks lower back, as he was about to tip over the bag into the flaming dumpster. "Mister silver mask, i'd love if you'd leave a good willing citizen like me to do my daily chores, as you're pretty threathening." He wore his exoskeleton, with his rifle in a sling around his shoulder, with two STHC pistols in a waist holders, he seemed to be very mobile with a lot of firing power.

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[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]Senji's eyes scanned over Sam once more as he noticed the weapons that was scattered across the man’s body, armed to the teeth. This was indeed a bounty hunter, Senji was almost certain of it. He took a few steps closer to the man, stepping into the flickering lights from the lit dumpster adjusting his pose a bit to make sure the man saw saw the curved lightsaber strapped to his belt, hoping that it might scare him, after all. The jedi and sith were known for their [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]extraordinary[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] abilities, feared or awed by many.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]When it came to confrontations Senji had always been instructed to use form zero first, a philosophy more than an actual combat form, that meant using other means than combat right off the bat, such as attempting to negotiate or convincing the person, even using the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]manipulative powers of the force. Y[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]et, this man seemed determined in what he was doing, ignoring the screams from the person in the sack behind him. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Sir, this is your last chance.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Senji said, his voice serious and cold as he started to let the force flow through him, preparing for the inevitable confrontation. He started to think over the possible scenarios, growing closer to the force. His muscles tensed as he waited for the man to react. [/SIZE]“Turn around and walk away, who ever is in that bag does not need to die.”

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[Falks]

"you're just a man of flesh and blood that piece of scrap on your waist are not scaring me." Falks pushed the bag into the flaming dumbster drawing a gun from his waist holster with ease, taking aim at his right thigh. "I suggest you get the hell out of here." The screaming panic of a man being burned alive could be heard as the flames swallowed the plastic bag.

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[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]As the screams from the man in the plastic bag was heard resounding through the dark alley and into the barely lit neon night, Senji's torso twitched to adjust its position. In a matter of only the fraction of a second after the sound had reached his ears he was in the air, the chilling and empowering sensation of the force pulsing through his veins in a steady and controlled manner. “Then so be it!” He shouted, leaping forward and fast, his black robes billowing him like shadows as he was seen jumping forward, spinning left around his own axis in an attempt to get onto Sam’s right side in an ataru plunge. An aggressive and highly acrobatic lightsaber form.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Suddenly a powerful burst of energy was heard as the curved hilt lightsaber had found his way to his left hand, fastened in his palm it ignited and shot out an emerald hued blade that illuminated his surroundings in its green glow right as his left leg made contact with the concrete ground below them once again. He continued to utilize the momentum he had gained, now standing only on one foot as he spun with an outstretched arm, driving it forward as he chopped in a somewhat vertical angle from his left, attempting to slice the mans right hand which held the pistol, hoping to disarm him. While the curved hilt lightsaber did make some maneuvers a lot harder to flawlessly execute, it made others smoother, all the while it gave much greater precision and power on overhead swings such as this one.[/SIZE]

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[Falks]

Falks quickly steps backwards noticing the Jedi charging him with an great agression in his moves, he pulls his gunhand closer to his body and begins firing his slugthrower from the hip, aiming at the jedi's torso and lower stomach shooting 6 times. He beings drawing his other slugthrower as he firings, moving backwards deeper into the alleyway. "Merry christmas, your a feisty son of a queen." he yells with a slightly more serious expression on his face as he consentrates on aiming and shooting firing another 4 shots.

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[Senji Selah]

[SIZE=9pt]S[/SIZE]enji’s initial reaction as the calculating mercenary had dodged the first slice had been to continue his onslaught in an attempt to overpower his opponent and end this fight as soon as possible. However, this had not happened, it wasn’t possible with what was about to happen. The force had enveloped Senji, guiding his actions now, his lightsaber and own body only being an extension of the force through which it acted, merely controlled and held back from unleashing its full wrath by Senji’s strong will power and mind.

[SIZE=9pt]He had sensed how Sam had tightened the muscles in his right hand, how the trigger had clicked and how the hammer had slowly traveled towards the end of bullet that sat comfortably within the gun Sam held. It was as if a laser was pointing from the end of the barrel, as if it was agonizingly burning his upper abdomen, where the barrel was pointed. Yet, there was no such lasers or logical reason for the sensation that overwhelmed Senji for a short moment He instantly acted, carried by the force and its vision alone as he turned his upper torso in violent swing, barely sidestepping as the explosion of the round was heard and it heard flying towards where Senji had been standing moments ago. 1. shot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A barrage followed, but Senji thought himself ready, his stance had widened and his before adrenaline pumped body that had been using the ataru form switched as if only a second nature to him to that of the soresu, the Way of the Mynock. A feeling of control washed over his mind as he pulled back from the more aggressive style and his movements became short and controlled to minimize energy use, his lightsaber held close to his body as it by instinct traveled upwards where he felt the burning sensation of the metaphorical laser barrel pointing. His lightsaber blocked the second shot as Sam rapidly veered backwards to gain distance, but then Senji felt it. Something was wrong.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]At first, he had thought he had not blocked the shot, and that the fiery sensation that was currently burning his chest was indeed the blaster. As the next shot was gracefully blocked he continued to sidestep, now spotting the red hot liquid from the bullet his lightsaber had melted spray across his robes, burning a hole in them in a single instant and landing on his chest underneath, creating cruel burns.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He hissed in frustration as he felt the metaphorical laser once more travel across his body as he sidestepped. In an emerald sweep he burned the bullet to the red-hot substance once more, it also burning his robes and skin. He couldn’t keep up the pace, and with that Senji leapt to the side to get in cover from the led shower, rolling towards the container to his right where the screams from the burning man had now gone quiet. The odor of burnt flesh still hovering in the air. The silent screams however were replaced with his own as the shots from Sam’s other gun started to rain towards him, the last grazing his waist, tearing off flesh, making Senji plummet to the ground behind the container. “Ff-eck!” He screamed behind the mask his lightsaber disengaging while still held hardly in his hand. Blood oozing from the wound.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]If he was going to win this he would need to react on his opponents next move. Calculating, he attempted to dull out the excruciating paint, in order to gather up a force pool, filling his inner with flooding emotions instead of that of control. Edging dangerously close to the Dark Side.[/SIZE]

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[Falks]

Falks smirked as the jedi is forced back by his gunfire he empties his gun at the container (6 shots). He then drew his other handcannon, as he sheaths his empty one. "Soo how do you like the taste of burning led?" Falks then slowly moved to unsling his assult rifle with his handcannon pointed at the container, waiting for the Jedi to make a move, while carefully stepping backwards.

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[Senji Selah]

As Sam started to talk loudly Senji merely grumbled behind his mask, still in pain as he slowly started to let the refreshing sensation of the force flood like an open gate through him, empowering him and the anger that had built up in him for the few last seconds.

He turned to face the container he was huddled behind, his mind starting to form around the ocean of the force so that he would be able to cage it in a moments notice should it run wild, he took a deep breath, frowning hardly to not let the pain contaminate his actions and suddenly, without warning, he thrusted both of his arms forward, guiding the force through them as ripples of energy was felt forming at his open palms, bashing against the aflame container, making it lift only a half meter from the ground, instead pushed forward in a forceful motion, letting it hurl towards where he had just heard Sam talk.

Hopefully this would give him some sort of time to get close once again.

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[Falks]

Falks falls backwards as he is hit head on by the container, making a metallic sound from his exoskeleton hitting the metal surface on the container. "Fucking spastic." Falks says under his breath, as he lays on the ground after the massive hit from the container. He takes his assault rifle in hand, attempting to get up quickly before Sam can get close. Falks head is alittle shaky and his movements are dull, the hit surely made him lightheaded. "Come af me you Filthy cassual." he says raising his gun slowly, waiting for Sam to make a move.

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