Criminal Malcompliance

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stared at the young man in front of him. The man stared back, his hand flicking to the blaster pistol at his side. Cylus wasted no time with weapons, he delivered a vicious blow to the man's neck, sending him sprawling into the Coruscant alleyway.

Criminals, always thinking they could fight the O.S, always thinking they could off it's soldiers. The young man's folly lie in that thought, that the fellow ahead of him; the one wearing the frightening mask, wasn't so tough.
He was wrong.

The flicker of motion brought the Zion blade to hand, the press of a button set on it's low hum. The man raised his hand to try and stop it. The blade fell through his hand, ending in his head.
Problem solved.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Coruscant; once the pride and glory of the Republic. Now it lay in One Sith's territory. Much of it hadn't changed, the rich were still rich and the poor were still poor. But the reason Jaccer was there didn't concern the rich or poor, it was the criminals he was after. One in particular, he went by the name of Jest. First name still unknown.

The Republic's GRIM had triangulated his position to Coruscant through various holocomm messages the target had been sending. An unusually large task force had been sent to stop this man. Thirty six men in total, all experience special forces operatives. They would be entering the planet in teams of 6 with 2 days between each team to avoid suspicion. No matter their training, the soldiers wouldn't last long against a whole planet of One Sith forces if their cover was compromised.So far only the one team had arrived on the planet. The team included Jaccer Ramirez and the small teams search began in the lower levels of the city world, because of their predicament all 6 of the operatives were required to wear casual clothing. The only armour they were allowed to wear would need to be able to fit under the rags their wore as clothing.

"He was here a couple days back, don't remember much. Maybe a few credits will jog my memory..." The bartender said to Jaccer. Instead taking him up on his offer, Jaccer and his team decided to turn around and leave the cantina. They were on the right track, he must be staying somewhere in the area.



[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stepped out of the alleyway, flicking away a small speck of blood which had caught onto his hand. He began to walk down the road, shrugging on the cloak he commonly wore, it covered all parts of his body except his feet and the pair of cold eyes which glared out of it. Criminals these days were growing so bold...they were foolish.

He continued walking down the way, taking a glance at the flashing sign of a cantina he had been to a few days past, outside of it stepped a group of six people. He wouldn't have taken any notice of it, except they all seemed to hold themselves in a very military sort of way, and a group of men that large tended to mean something was going on. He opened his com-line to a pair of Undying troopers who were also out 'hunting' as they called it.

"Laurenz-Avenue, Chandler's Bar...possible infiltrators." A few clicks came over the com in acknowledgement. In a moment a pair of cloaked figures similar to Cylus would stroll out of an opposing alley near the location of the group. They continued walking by, casting occasional casual glances over the area.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Before the team would slit up Jaccer would call them into a group huddle. "Alright we'll split up. Door to door until you find this guy or anyone who knows him." "Keep your comms on; I don't wan't to lose any of you." The lieutenant would finish before the team split up and headed in different direction of the busy courtyard.

If the target was hiding in the crowds it'd be almost impossible to see him, but that also gave Jaccer an advantage. If he couldn't Jest, Jest wouldn't be able to see him. He would then enter a second cantina, this time on his own. Casually, to avoid any suspicion, he walked up to the counter and flash a picture of his target.

"You seen him?" Jaccer whispered. After he got his reply, a shake of the head, he let out a large sigh and sat down for a rest before he would continue his hunt.

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus watched quietly as the group of men dispersed, apparently moving from building to building. The pair of Undying stalked them quietly, waiting for an opportunity to strike when it presented itself. Cylus himself began to follow one of the gentlemen who was apparently heading towards a cantina.

Cantinas were always good places to confront criminals. While the man was flashing a picture, Cylus realized that his own image was printed on it. He was being hunted, that was sort of new, but he could see the Republic doing something like that.

He stepped behind the man, his hand already wrapping under his cloak for the E-11 hidden there.
"Good Greetings, sir. Are you hunting for that fellow? I think I saw him earlier." He spoke with surprisingly large tones of friendliness even though he felt none.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

A man suddenly appearing behind Jaccer caught him off guard slightly. That didn't usually happen, he was usually very aware of his surrounding and wouldn't allowed anybody to get within two metres before he realised. However, it had been a long day and he was tired. That was probably the reason for this simple mistake.

Yet another surprise came when Jaccer turned to meet whoever was behind him. Upon turning round he was met by a face covered in a mask with only his eyes showing. But the soldier recognised this mask. It was either Jest or someone who knew him.

Without a moment of hesitation, Jaccer would attempt to grab the back of masked man's neck and slam him into the bar counter. Hopefully, the sheer speed of the experienced fighter would give him the element of surprise and aid him in the inevitable fight that was ahead of them. Unless this first attacked subdued his enemy.


[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Well, wasn't this one just clever. The smack into the bar counter took the thought from his mind for a moment. He distinctly felt his E-11 go back to it's holster. That was problematic, oh well.

He wrapped his hand onto his opponent's, gripping it tightly before activating the glove. A swarm of tiny insects swarmed out, moving onto and up the man's arm and biting it thoroughly, they seemed to pierce flesh with remarkable ease. Nothing said Servant like throwing two hundred robot bugs at someone.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

The mechanical bugs tore the flesh from Jaccer's arms inch by inch. To any normal man the pain would've been unbearable, but this soldier was conditioned to ignore all types of pain. Even though the pain could be ignored, the injury would not be able to if it got any worse. With his free hand, Jaccer swung his fist towards Jest's face. Aiming for the position where the temple would be situated. With the mask on, he would not surely hit it first time, but his first attack was followed by a dozen less powerful jabs to the same position in a hope to make the man release his grip.

If Jaccer's arm was released he would stumbled backwards and try to swat the metallic bugs from his exposed and now bleeding arms.

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus grunted in pain as the fist made contact with his temple, he twisted, causing a few of the following blows to make contact instead with the durasteel mask he wore. Still, it was enough force to make him release his hand. The metallic insects seemed not to care, they continued streaming, taking long leaps if they had to to reach Jaccer.

On his body, the swarm began to gather up and move towards his face, apparently attempting to slide up through any open orifices such as his nose, ears...or even his eyes if they could get there. They all had incredible jumping abilities, much like grasshoppers...it would be difficult to remove them.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

A large majority of Jaccer's skin on his arm had been removed by the robotic insects and it seemed they were moving up his body. This had to stop before he was completely consumed. Ripping a small metal capsule from his combat belt, Jaccer tore the pin from the EMP grenade and help it until it exploded. The invisible blast did not damage to Jaccer or Jest, but the bugs would fall to the ground completely disabled and the lights of the cantina would shut out. Luckily for his opponent, the electromagnetic pulse also fried the components inside his blaster meaning there would be no easy way out of this.

Knowing that ranged weapons were now useless and were effectively cylinders of metal, the soldier removed his combat knife from his ankle holster and prepared for an attack from Jest. The situation had drastically deteriorated from what he had planned, but Jaccer would end it soon.

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus stared at the man, shaking his head in the relative darkness before drawing his Zion blade. He flicked it's switch...nothing, the vibrator wad fried, he still held a ranged advantage though.

He began to circle, one hand on his hip and the other levelling the blade at his opponent's neck. He waited, defending was always simpler than assaulting in his mind.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

It seemed like his opponent had gone onto the defensive. With a longer reach and what seemed like experience with the blade, this would complicate the situation much more than Jaccer had hoped. Bending down onto one knee it seemed the soldier was attempting to remove another blade or weapon from his ankle, however he was really picking up a couple of the dead metallic insects that lay lifeless on the floor. Standing back up, he attempted to make it hard for Jest to see the objects in his hand.

Ready to attack, he threw the small amount of durasteel bugs towards Jest's face. This would act as a distraction and Jaccer would follow up with a charge towards him and talke him to the floor.

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

The man was clever, throwing his own weapons at him, he knew they were dead and that even then they wouldn't harm him. He felt no fear, but he gave a slight involuntary flinch. That had been enough, the man charged, taking Cylus full in the abdomen and heaving him to the ground.

He was on the floor, a disadvantage waiting to happen. He heard the ticking noise vaguely in his skull, pounding against it. Asking, no, demanding that he strike, that he draw blood.

He complied as it elevated it's constant message. His feet snapped around one of the man's legs, locking them to it. It was a faulty move on it's own, but he wasn't using human energy, he was using thermal energy. The clack of his boots together followed by the loud crack of flame and the acrid stench of burning fuel were barely sensible before he was thrown across the room by the boots, hopefully taking the man's leg with him.
[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

His charge had connected and his opponent was now spread across the floor. Jaccer didn't think much of this opponent, it seemed this fight wouldn't last long. With the adrenaline pumping throughout his body, Jaccer barely even noticed the man grasp onto his leg. "What are you playing at?" He asked as he looked at the man clinging onto his lower leg. Grabbing the Jest's collar, he was preparing to punch his masked face.

The punch never connected. Instead, Jaccer and Jest were propelled across the room. The hand that remained on the collar of Jest's coat clenched down, this singular act was most likely the only thing preventing his leg from being ripped off. Even with his firm grip the strain on his leg was immense and the pressure was almost unbearable.

After what seemed like a century, the couple reached the far wall and ended up in a pile. Because of the pressure moments before, Jaccer couldn't feel his leg and his arm felt like it was broken. He could use reinforcements right about now.


[member="Cylus Jest"]