Cold No More.

[Darth Ferus]

Behind [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] the Sith Lord followed, his eyes ever to the snipers above. Another swing of his saber sent another shot back to it's sender, and a scream followed by a thud made it clear he had died. Another found his throat gripped by an unseen throat, and without warning his throat was crushed. He slumped down, his gun clattering to the ground below. "Keep going, get inside. The others are coming."

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn followed his orders, his knuckle connecting with one of the gang members as he ran past, heading for a nearby cantina. He burst through the door, using his shoulder as a battering ram. The inhabitants jumped to their feet, some drew blasters or vibroknives. Some drew both. Bjorn realised how menacing he must have looked, standing in front of them all wielding his blade. However not at menacing as the wave of goons who were quick on his heel, slashing their blades to and fro...

| [member="Krest"] |

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak kept behind [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] , covering the rear as more came. Soon as the boy was through the door Krest moved in after. A quick slash of his saber melted the lock, and with his free hand he grabbed one of the tables a couple was sitting at and launched it for the door to keep it shut. It was only after he set the table down that he noticed the inhabitants.
And their weapons.

Well, so much for quick and easy. He turned to the group before them, his lightsaber held up as his blue gaze traveled to each.

"Guys out there owe me money. Bit too many for my taste though. Anyone wanna make a quick credit?"

Here on Nar Shadda, this was a common thing. Vibroblades and guns were lowered by many as they grumbled about inadequate loan sharks and returned to their drinks, but some did step forward at the promise of quick credits. Krest didn't waste any time with that, especially as he heard someone trying to kick down the door behind him. "Right. Keep anyone from getting through that door for about ten minutes or so. All I need. Couple thousand credits for each of ya who do. Sound good?"

"Money up front. I got a feelin you're not sticking around."

A rodian. A smart Rodian. The Zabrak flashed a grin before pulling out the credits from his pocket. He tossed them to the Rodian, and then to each of the other volunteers. "Ten minutes, that's all."

And with that, Krest would nod to the Valkyri and lead the pair out the front door, his saber off and back on his hip.

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

The pair strode as inconspicuously as a warrior clad in furs and a Zabrak wielding a sabre could, right out the front door. The streets opened up before them, the cool night air blowing his cloak as they stepped onto the side-walk. "Well, that was unsuccessful." he admitted defeat, they had been greatly outnumbered and barely escaped with their lives. Bjorn ran his palm across a fresh wound that he must have sustained during the charge through the crown, eyeing it questionably. "What now, Krest?"

| [member="Krest"] |

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Well, that's up to you. You've proven your skill despite being outnumbered, and this city is vast. We could easily get off world in the ten minutes those bounty hunters would be holding them for. We crippled their numbers, and they're going to want to lick their wounds. In that time, I could show you what I know. I assume you saw how some of the snipers were killed, hmm? The Force allows you to do so much, if only you let it." [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] would see a smile on the Zabrak's face. Krest was in a good mood, despite the unsuccessful task he had given the boy and himself. Both hands slipped behind his head as he stared out in the crowded street. No sign of the gang yet. Good.

"What say you? Shall we pick this up another day when you've learned some of what I know? Or shall we double back around and try to finish the job unprepared?"

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn considered the two options. "While it would indeed be foolish to rush in unprepared, if we were to attack them from behind, use their own tactics against them while they are focused upon a different task, we very well may gain the upper hand." A surprise attack against the ruffians seemed, with their combined ability could indeed wipe out the scum. "If you would, teach me what you will allow, and we can defeat these men." With a basic grasp upon the power that Krest had demonstrated, Bjorn would surely be powerful enough to defeat them.

| [member="Krest"] |

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Very well. Hmm.." The Zabrak turned his head on a swivel, looking around the crowd for.. Something. He wasn't too sure what he was looking for, until he saw it. Several of the gangsters had chosen to walk around the building, probably to try and sneak up on those who were blocking their way. Several feet ahead of them, a sign glowing in neon rested, though it was barely attached.

"Alright. Up ahead." Krest didn't point, but his eyes narrowed down on the gangsters to show just what he was looking at. "This is gonna be a crash course. Close your eyes and focus. There's a sign up ahead, this sixth sense allows you to control the world around you. Feel, focus. Use your feelings. Hate, anger, curiosity, joy, I don't care which, but use them to bring that sign down on our assailants heads."

[member="Bjorn Heartholm"]

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn understood what must be done and followed Krest's advice. He followed the instructions and closed his eyes, all his virtues and emotions running rampart through his mind. He took a calm breath and focused on one, his passion. He let it guide him, reaching through the night air as the whispers once again returned to him. He hadn't focused on them like this before, but it was almost as if they were aiding him this time, clawing at the sign at which he now focused his very being on.

With a clang, the sign dislodged from one of its holdings, hanging loose from a single hinge. Bjorn extended his arm and brought his hand down slowly as the other hinge gave, the sign now in full flight downwards, towards the unsuspecting heads of their assailants. A loud crash echoed through the night as the sign crushed the few whom had tried to flank them, their bodies now lying motionless, pools of blood now expanding outwards along the cracked pavement. "They would have heard that, I guess most will be around here to witness the corpses of their comrades in but a few minutes, maybe less. Shall we ambush them?" Bjorn questioned.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Use the city to our advantage, crush them in the crowd." The Zabrak nodded to [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] , agreeing with the idea of an ambush. This time they would strike from the skies. Krest would lead the Valkyri to the dead bodies and ignore the crowd of people who were currently in surprise. There weren't many, given the planets reputation and general death count. To those who remained, the Zabrak was a scavenger, picking up their rifles and tossing one to Bjorn. "Hope you know how to use it."

Krest's blue eyes scanned both bodies as he searched for something else, and to his glee he found a grenade. A couple twists, a string, and shifting the body would set a rather deadly trap for their assailants. The Sith looked over his shoulder and nodded once before slinging his rifle onto his shoulder. "When they show up, pick your targets. Wait for the bomb to go off, then fire at those still standing. We'll clear out what we can till the guns run out, then close in to finish off the rest, aye?"

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

He caught the rifle as it flew through the air towards him, "Understood." In all honesty, Bjorn had never used a rifle before, instead tending towards blades for the purpose of combat. He would have to learn, quickly. Bjorn made his way towards any perch he could find, a pile of crates, looking like the were intended to be unpacked into a nearby cantina. He dashed to the boxes and took position behind one, gazing at the unfamiliar weapon that he now grasped.

Bjorn peered over his vantage point as the remaining gang members rushed through the alley, investigating the source of their comrades death. One of the leaned in closely, turning over the body as it exploded, sending the ones in front flying backwards, singed corpses lay motionless. Bjorn raised his rifle, pointing the barrel towards his opponents. He fumbled with the weapon, a round had already been loaded and he felt for the trigger, assuming it was the mechanism that allowed it to fire. He squeezed it. The shot rang out, the bullet penetrating the crowd of unsuspecting and confused enemies. He cocked it again, as a child he'd witness traders with weapons, some had shown him the workings of it after noticing his passion for weaponry. Aim. Shoot. Kill. Repeat. It was the cycle that he now had to follow, the cycle that would lead him to victory.

| [member="Krest"] |

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest had chosen the opposite direction of [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] , and the high ground. Leaping his way up to another balcony overlooking the trap, the Sith's plan was simple. Once the bomb went off and the Valkyri started firing, the gangsters would try for cover. And their cover would leave them exposed from behind. Until then, however, he sat with the gun in his lap, calmly waiting.

The sound of the explosion roused him from his rest however. A smile formed on his face as the gangsters took the bate, and the following sounds of gunfire were music to his ears. He got up in a crouch, lifting his rifle. As he planned, he could see the gangsters trying to hide behind cover. Several shots came from his rifle before they realized there was a second gunman behind them. Too late however, as most were dead.

A click signified the gun was empty. With the streets clear from the gang war, Krest lept down, igniting his saber. "And so fall the last."

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn stepped out from behind his own piece of cover. "Indeed they do. That was quite an efficient plan on such a large force. I see now that you are a brilliant strategist." He noted, peering at the corpses before them, wondering what the next people to discover this mess would think. He returned his gaze to his accomplice, a stone face, devoid of expression as he spoke.

"And what now, I wonder?" He questioned the Krest. Now that his little 'test' was said and done, Bjorn wondered as to what would come next. Readjusting the cloak on his back, he took a deep breath, absorbing the cool night air as he felt a tingle, the last of his adrenaline seeping away.

| [member="Krest"] |