Complications (Open)

[Kal Sarn]

Tatooine. It was the last place Kal wanted to be. But here he was. He was supposed to meet up with a client to turn in a bounty, some Rodian smuggler. He didn't put up too much of a fight, and thankfully Kal was able to capture him alive, and he had him safely contained in carbonite on The Diplomat. Kal stepped off his ship and made his way toward the cantina where he was supposed to meet his client. He wiped some sand off of the visor of his helmet as he entered the establishment, standing in the doorway for a minute or so as he inspected the interior. What he saw didn't surprise him, it was just a dingy bar, populated by criminals, smugglers, explorers, other hunters like himself, the scum of the galaxy. It wasn't like he was expecting anything more. He watched as people made deals, gambled, discussed prices on the black market. Kal looked ahead and saw an empty table in the far corner of the cantina, which he made his way too. He removed his rifle from his back before sitting down in one of the seats, placing it against his chair next to him. He checked to make sure he was in the right cantina, and when he was confident that he was, sighed, leaned back, and waited.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

A robed, female figure entered through the same opening Kal had, about a minute after he sat down. She stuck out like a sore-thumb. Her robes were impressively clean, the only dust or dirt being located at the end of her robes, which dragged along the dusty floor. She had her hands, fingers interlocked, simply resting against her stomach. Kind of a hermit, in all honesty. A hermit that went and found an empty table within line of sight to Kal. There, she simply slid a few credits out on the table, and tapped it to notify the bartender she needed attention.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal watched as the robed figure entered the cantina and sat down at another empty table. Normally, he wouldn't pay much attention to people entering the bar, but this individual was different. Her clothes were clean, and she moved with an elegance not found in the grunge that currently filled the cantina. Kal noticed that the individuals who had noticed her come in were whispering and staring. Who was this woman? What was she doing in that filthy hole? In fact, what was she doing on the planet? Kal leaned back in his chair (he had perked up at the sound of someone entering the bar, hoping it was his client), not taking his eyes off of the woman. There was something different about her, and it wasn't just the clothes and mannerisms. Kal watched as the bartender approached her, a look of confusion and wariness on his face.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

The bartender would bring her her order... even though she didn't even physically speak. Maybe she was a regular? But then again, everyone there knew she didn't fit in. So how did the bartender just know what she wanted? She picked up the spork on her food and began to eat slowly and calmly. Taking intervals to simply stop, frozen there for a moment, before continuing. While she didn't seem all that hostile, she was likely incredibly suspicious.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal watched as the bartender brought her her food, although she hadn't uttered a word since she entered the cantina. There was a look of confusion under Kal's helmet. He looked around as the whispering had gotten louder. It seemed everyone in the bar was now informed of her strange presence. Kal put a hand on his pistol, getting ready in case conflict arose. Although the woman didn't seem hostile or even dangerous, he didn't know what she would be like when provoked. Just then the door opened again, revealing a short man wearing a long coat. Kal recognized the man as his client, and sat up, trying to see if the man recognized or even saw him. Kal watched as the man just stood there, not doing or saying anything, before falling forward onto the floor, revealing a blaster wound on his back. Kal stood up quickly, alarming some of the guests who, after following his gaze, started an uproar, leading the rest of the establishment to divert their attention off of the woman and onto the dead man. Kal, confused and angry, grabbed his rifle and started walking toward the door.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

The woman shot up to her feet, pushing the table to the side as she began to walk to the door, reaching under her robes for... something. She didn’t take anything out yet. She didn’t seem angry. More concerned. She would walk a few feet behind Kal.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal slowly approached the body, kneeling down and inspecting the wound. He stood up and looked back, seeing that the woman was behind him, reaching for something under her robes. He turned forward again without saying a word, and slowly reached a hand out to the door switch, eventually pressing it, causing the door to open. Kal primed his rifle, then slowly stepped through the door, looking around, hoping to find a trace of who the killer was. He looked quickly to the left and right of him, before looking straight ahead. He took one step forward and a blaster shot whizzed past him, skimming one of his pauldrons and leaving a mark. He quickly looked up to where the shot had come from and watched as a hooded figure that had been hiding on one of the roofs of the nearby buildings quickly started running in the opposite direction.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

As the shot was fired, the woman would squat down in an attempt to dodge the blast, before bursting into a sprint. But it seemed different than others. Her legs would simply and slowly bound. But she was easily moving twice as fast as she should’ve with that footwork. As she got close, she took out what she had been holding under her robes, and activating it. A pink lightsaber blade shot out as she leapt up to fifteen feet in the air. The lightsaber shining out as a beacon that she was giving chase to this mysterious shooter. She was a guardian. She was a Jedi. And when she landed on the rooftop, her robes seemingly floated as if she was underwater. And as she pushed her left hand out, a powerful force would grab at a nearby air conditioner, causing the massive machine to fly towards the gunman.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal watched as the woman jumped onto the roof, lightsaber out, and push the air conditioner toward the gunman, slamming into him and throwing him off the building. He had heard stories about the Jedi, users of the mysterious Force, but had never seen one in action this close before. Even more questions seemed to flood his mind at this revelation. What was she doing on Tatooine? And why was she helping him? Kal didn't have time to contemplate these thoughts, for more enemies had shown up, all Rodians, and all wearing the same mark or symbol. He recognized the symbol from the smuggler he had captured, the one that was still frozen in his ship. He figured they were all part of some gang and were looking to free their comrade. Kal quickly moved out of the way as a few blaster bolts were fired towards him. He turned and hid behind a corner, firing back, taking out one of the Rodians. Kal took a hit on his shoulder, damaging the pauldron, but doing little damage to his actual shoulder. Kel found that he was glad that there was a Jedi there, and that she was helping him, even if he didn't know why.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

She heard the blaster fire behind her, turning to see that Kal was in trouble. She knew the one knocked off the roof was out of the fight, so she would leap off the building, landing just in time to slash a blaster bolt off course as she landed with Kal. "Do you have any explosive devices? I have an idea." She would ask, still focusing on just deflecting incoming blaster bolts. With every few bolts shot at her, she'd counter it back at one of the Rodians. It was clear she was no novice with her saber, let alone against blasters.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal dodged another bolt and fired back before saying "Yeah," producing a thermal detonator, grasping it in his hand and holding it out to the Jedi. "Why?" Kal dodged too slow as another bolt whizzed toward him, impacting the same shoulder that had already been hit before. This time it did some damage underneath the armor, causing him to grunt in pain. "Just tell me your plan, and hurry," he said, watching as more Rodians showed up. This was not how he had imagined his day going. He could have been paid and off of this dust ball by now, but instead he was trying to fight his way through what felt like a whole army.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

“Just duck.” She’d take the Thermal detonator and throw it into the crowd of Rodians. Then, she put her hand out. Calling to the force. Pulling something to them. She was pulling a massive freighter out of the sky. And right onto the detonator. So when that bad boy exploded, so did the freighter, and thus the Rodians ahead of them. Then again, such a blast also would yield enough power to knock the two down if they weren’t in cover. And since the woman wasn’t... she got flung back, though still a bit calm.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal took cover as the freighter exploded, practically annihilating almost all of the Rodians. After a few seconds he stood up, brushing the sand off of his armor before making his way toward the Jedi. "What was that?" he asked, looking around at the destruction caused by the explosion. "That was a bit reckless for a Jedi, don't you think?" he added, smirking under his helmet. He replaced his rifle on his back and gently put a hand on his shoulder, trying to crudely assess the damage, before looking back at the cantina, which had suffered some from the explosion, as well as some of the buildings nearby.​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

The woman would walk over to him with that guy she knocked off the roof. The one who shot his client. She’d toss him before Kal, before putting her lightsaber away. “That freighter was full of drugs. So I see it more as multitasking.” She’d shrug, tapping something on her wrist.

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Suddenly, a star fighter would fly overhead, and she would leap into the cockpit. “I trust you to deal with him. I don’t want to intervene further. May disrupt the natural order of things.” As the cockpit closed, she pulled the hood back to reveal her face. Early twenties, brown hair and hazel eyes. She was honestly as plain as plain can be. And with that, she left in her starfighter.

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Suddenly, a star fighter would fly overhead, and she would leap into the cockpit. “I trust you to deal with him. I don’t want to intervene further. May disrupt the natural order of things.” As the cockpit closed, she pulled the hood back to reveal her face. Early twenties, brown hair and hazel eyes. She was honestly as plain as plain can be. And with that, she left in her starfighter.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal watched as the woman got in her ship and pulled her hood down, revealing her face. She looked young. Kal didn't have time to respond as she flew away, leaving him with the Rodian who had killed his client. He kneeled down and inspected him, deducting that he was still alive, if only barely. He picked him up and carried him back to his ship, where he had him frozen as well. "Hopefully I can still get sometime from these two," he said to himself, frustrated. He sighed deeply and took his helmet off, taking a few deep breaths, eyes closed, before sitting down in one of the chairs in his cockpit. He sat there, thinking about everything that had happened. He was still thinking about the strange Jedi woman who had shown up at just the right time. He still didn't understand why she was there or why she decided to help him of all people, a common bounty hunter.​