Private Echoes of the Missing

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

Every so often Caelan found himself doing something that he probably shouldn't, and that something was venturing out on his own. The first time he'd done it; he'd ended up on Tython during the most recent battle. He'd also attempted it when heading to Hurikane in search of his lightsaber crystal. Now was no different. Word had gotten to him of a potential sighting of his sister on the distant world of Artorias, specifically within the confines of the safe haven deep beneath the surface of the planet's ocean. Given that he hadn't heard a word about her since the loss of his parents and their separation, he had to look for himself.

Again, he took public transportation, though this time he disguised himself more like a homeless person, wearing a baggy outer robe over his typical robes and sitting off to himself, almost curled up in a corner. It was a dark corner, with a light that flickered every so often. People left him alone, passing by him. Once a child tried to approach him, but his mother quickly grabbed him and pulled him away, telling him to stay away from the filthy person in the corner. Inwardly, Caelan was disgusted with the way they taught their kids to treat him, but outwardly he embraced it because it made people leave him be.

When they left the transport on Artorias, he made sure everyone else went first and then followed after them while the droids got to work cleaning up the mess. Spilled food, used diapers, vomit, left behind wrappers. They treated him like he was filthy because he wore and oversized cloak and sat in a dark corner, but they polluted the ship with their filth without a care. The hypocrisy was not lost on him.

The starport was made of a white stone, large blocks stacked and sealed together, carved into curves and little dentils and other things to add interest. It was a beautiful building, considering the white stone standing out against the backdrop of green forest and jungle. He appreciated the aesthetic of it, though the way his cloak stuck to him in the heat was not pleasant and he soon found himself shedding it in order to avoid overheating. His next order of business was getting some water from a local canteen. Fate, who had hidden on his shoulder the whole time, adding to his awkward appearance, hopped down to the ground and trapsed alongside him.

After securing a drink, the two headed for the marina to seek transport to the deepwater shelter where someone had reported seeing Kita. He had to see with his own eyes whether she was there or not. If she wasn't, no harm. He paid for everything himself. If she was, well, he wanted his sister back and would do just about anything to make it happen.

 

[Roxsie]

Roxsie still had time she could use, sometimes it was spent roaming, sometimes spent familiarizing herself briefly with the planets she may have to interact in. Such as this one. So far, it wasn't her favorite. So far what she had seen was either relatively boring, or covered in trash. So things were not looking good just yet. It would on the bright side mean that leaving a few shattered blasters wouldn't be a big deal if she got into a fight, nobody would likely really care once the law got things sorted out. That was tiresome too, but she'd gotten more used to that part.

Of course she usually tried to avoids she couldn't get away with legally. It was an advantage of a mercenary background, you could often justify a fight if they had a bounty on their head, or if they had started causing the problem first. Now though, there was the Diarchy. She had mixed feelings about them still, but they looked like they'd prove rather useful to her. It was another step on her journey, she just hoped it was going to be a very long step. Rather than little more than a stepping stone.

Her considerations however halted briefly, as she furrowed her brow. Force sense was not her predominant skillset, but she wasn't a novice either. She spotted someone, whether her instincts with the underworld, or the sense that first caught her attention, she wasn't certain. But when she did catch sight of them, she realized they had a presence in the force. A real one, not the standard thing every man woman or child carried about them. One worth paying attention to. She tried to silence her own, another she knew, but was less familiar with. Slowly masking it until she was more on the normal side of things, she hoped. To mask it completely was arguably easier than doing it this way, but that would be obvious she felt. Maybe if he wasn't paying attention, he wouldn't have realized what happened.

The woman placed her metal rebreather on her face, and began to discreetly tale the jedi. She didn't know what he was yet, Or what he was doing here. Or if he was alone. If he had a master nearby, she'd have to be extra careful. So she kept her eyes open as she tailed him. That, at least, was a skill she was better at. Unfortunately, she didn't exactly blend in as easily right now physically. Adorned as she often was, having always preferred proof of skill by not needing armor or to hide, over looking like a threat. So she could only rely on taking routes that looked like she just happened to be going in the same place. Whether that or her diminished presence would be enough for now was not yet to be told.

Caelan Valoren



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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

For a very brief moment he'd thought he felt something. Sense was not something he was good at, but sometimes he could feel things when someone was close. He paused and tried to feel again, but there was nothing there. If he'd felt someone, they'd quickly hidden their presence. Given his past encounters, it wasn't unlikely that someone had still figured out who he was and where he was going. He wouldn't put it past those who hounded him to try something here. The whole thing with his sister could even be a trap.

When he felt nothing further, he continued on, more wary than he had been before. Booted feet carried him from solid material surface onto a wooden dock. It was well kept, most of the wood appeared new, and despite the trash that had been seen in the city proper, the dock was clean. The only exception to this was the bird dung that was common in such places. A handful of people were fishing, but he approached the owner of a transport located at the dock, intending to secure passage to the deep-water haven.

It was a public transport with scheduled departures, so it wasn't unoccupied. Easy enough for other people to blend in. He selected a seat towards the back with Fate resting at his feet, his little head focusing on reviewing everyone that came in and out of the ship. Since he'd been used by one of the attackers that had tried to capture Caelan, he was more than a little wary of strangers.

Numerous others boarded the vessel, all with various appearances, and not all of them were locals. It was hard to gauge whether any of them were the source of what he'd felt earlier, but certainly some were more curious than others. The ship itself was getting close to launch. It was a submersible type that would take them above water for a time and then dive down to take them to the haven. There he would see what he could find out about the potential sighting of his sister.

 

[Roxsie]

Caelan Valoren
She continued her tailing, often having to rely on using her force sense to make sure she could keep up with him without being too obvious. She didn't like having to try and diminish her own while also following his. It was difficult. This was why she preferred up front confrontations when it came to force users. Then again, subtlety was usually not necessary against those without the force, but it could be far more entertaining at times.

Roxsie resisted the urge to actually look at him upon entering the vessel, just giving it a broad sweep instead, and chose to take a middle sit. She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, thoroughly irritated she couldn't literally keep her eyes on him. And growing progressively more impatient over the issue. She desperately wanted to figure out what he was up to, but if she asked, he may spook. Or he may start a fight right now. And that would probably not be great.

So, she tried to wait, twiddling her fingers, adjusting her outfit and fiddling with the metal ornamental gauntlets. They were, technically, quite real. However they weren't items she used in real combat. They may stop a standard blade, but in real fights people used vibro-blades, or lightsabers, or blasters. None of which would really care about some metal in the way.

Instead she waited, trying to probe out with the force. Get a proper feel for him. Figure out if she could determine whether he was a novice, or a skilled user. She wasn't actually sure she could either way. Since she rarely attempted such a skill. But maybe she could figure out how he was feeling, empathy, too, was not a predominant skill of hers. And she rarely attempted it. But she hoped maybe he wasn't being all that guarded beyond just his outwards appearance, and she could maybe get a sample of what he was feeling. Either way, whenever they were getting out of this vessel, she planned to go up to him and get his attention. She didn't feel like waiting too long. She'd have to do it conspiratorially. Look like she had some secret to tell him. Maybe he'd believe she was on some mission and accidentally drop a clue.

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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

Someone was definitely tailing him. He couldn't pinpoint it, but he could feel someone reaching out towards him. Since he wasn't hiding his presence, their reaching was noticeable. The problem was, he wasn't able to deduce who was doing it. There were too many people on the ship and none of them seemed to be paying him close attention. Everyone had their own errands to run, or their own jobs to do, or their own reason for being on the transport to the deep-sea haven.

It wasn't a super eventful ride. The viewports were kind of nice, though. Watching as fish and other sea creatures passed them by, or, rather, they passed them, was entertaining. He'd never been below an ocean before, so it was a new experience for him. Nobody really went into the oceans on Lazerian IV for whatever reason. Something about that he'd have to remedy at some point.

Eventually the transport docked with the haven and people began to exit. Caelan stood and began to walk towards the exit himself, Fate walking along beside him. Sometimes he had Fate on his shoulder, but often times the little droid liked to walk on his own. He was quite speedy when he wanted to be, and honestly, Caelan didn't mind having his shoulders free, especially going into an unknown situation inside of the haven. He didn't know if this was a trap or a legitimate sighting, but he was expecting the former.

As he exited, he inadvertently bumped into a woman wearing a lower face mask and a lot of pieces of what appeared to be decorative armor. He didn't know what culture that marked her as, but it didn't really matter.

"Apologies," he said, dipping his head to her. "I should have been paying better attention."

He aimed to move past her, but the opportunity was there for her to stop him, if she wished.

 

[Roxsie]

Caelan Valoren

Not enough, she couldn't quite tell everything yet still. She'd have to work on that. Or not. There was usually not much that couldn't be uncovered with the right placement of a blade. You just had to get creative sometimes.

Still, at least the trip itself wasn't too bad, she'd seen worse. The city may have been pretty mediocre but the water wasn't so bad for now. Regardless, her plan continued, then he actually bumped into her. Oh how convenient that was, she kept her composure though, looking him straight in the eyes as he apologized. And deciding to see what she could get out of him with taking on the 'mysterious' side of things.

"We were both paying attention to something not in front of us." she said, moving a hand to place it on his shoulder and try and maintain eye contact. Letting her eyes narrow as if seeking deeper into his mind, "There's always so many mysteries, aren't there?"

Essentially a pure shot in the dark, but she hoped so vague that she had at least a 50/50 chance of hitting some kind of curiosity or thought, or best case, that he actually thought that she knew something already for...something. Whether for his current situation, some part of his past, or even a vision. It didn't actually matter what, she just needed to hear something to cling onto.


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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
VEV Starthrust Series Fast Courier

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

He felt a hand grab his shoulder to stop him. Frown creased his face. Why was she stopping him? He stepped back away from her to remove her hand from his person. Was this the trap? Or perhaps it was whomever he'd felt following him and prying at him. Given the cryptic words she said, it felt like the latter, but it could also be the former. They didn't have to be exclusive.

"Mysteries. Sure," he said, not willing to reveal what he was doing. "I'm sure you didn't stop me just to be cryptic."

She was definitely older than him. He searched over her with his eyes very quickly before focusing back on hers. One thing he'd learned from his martial training was that it wasn't just the body that was a tell. Also, he'd learned in his Jedi training that the eyes often betrayed you faster than your words or actions could. Watching her eyes was essential to making sure he knew she wasn't going to attack him out of the blue, and to see what it was she was intending here.

Fate, for his part, had walked a few steps ahead before noticing that Caelan had stopped. When he turned back around, he did what he always did and performed a visual scan to compare to his stored data. She didn't fit anyone he knew, though, and he beeped as much to Caelan.

"You were following me, weren't you? And trying to read me on the transport?"

 

[Roxsie]

"Maybe." She answered, her eyes crinkling from the smile behind her mask. What he could tell, aside from that she seemed to be in a ready state to move, was that her eyes never left him either. This was less about the idea of predicting ones opponents, and more about concentration. She doubted he'd be the one to start a fight, but she wanted to watch. Concentrate on him. Feel out what was going on and glean what she could.

Another crinkle of her eyes as he called her out for following and trying to read him, she was mildly irritated he'd caught on despite his youth. But, such was the way with some people. She wasn't going to let that on. "Yes. You're here for a reason. And I like to be involved in force shenaniganry."

That was not the most honest answer, but it wasn't entirely dishonest either. She did get involved in such things a lot. And in this case, it was in a sense because of his force shenaniganry. But it was also simpler that the force was the easiest way to find such things. None force users may very well have similar impacts, similar stories, on rare occasions of course. But they never stood out as much to her. Her attunement to the force didn't work that way.

"Besides, aren't you a little young to be out on your own?" The answer, in her opinion, was no. Not as a force user. She felt she could have handled herself just fine at that age. But she wanted to see what would happen.

Caelan Valoren



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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

"I'm not here for shenanigans," he said, frowning at her. "Jedi aren't supposed to cause trouble, after all."

They weren't supposed to, but it seemed like some of them were predisposed to it. He wasn't there to cause trouble, though. All he wanted to do was investigate the supposed sighting of his sister. If he could discover whether they were real or not, he might have a lead to start working on finding her. If they weren't true, and he was quite suspicious of the latter, then it was likely this whole thing was a trap. Heck, the woman in front of him could very well BE the trap.

"Bwee-beep? Dwoop-dweep bwoo-bwee?"

"No, Fate."

The little droid was a bit too eager to protect him at times. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but this wasn't the sort of situation where shooting first and asking questions later would be appropriate. Not that it ever really was appropriate, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do.

"Am I too young to be out on my own? I should be. Normally someone of my age should still be with their parents, or training at the temple, but sometimes things happen that force us to grow up before we want to."

Or before they should.

"I'm not here to mince words, though. I'm here to try and find someone, so unless you're here to attack or capture me, could you please allow me to pass?"

 

[Roxsie]

She laughed at his suggestion that jedi weren't supposed to cause trouble, a combination of genuine amusement and some mockery. While she may have had limited personal experience with jedi, her mother certainly didn't make them out to be people prone to uneventful lives of any kind. "No? Then they're not very good at keeping to what they're supposed to do are they?" she challenged almost cheerfully.

Roxsie tilted her head at the droids beeping, and his reaction to it, "Hello little one." she greeted the droid, before returning her gaze to the jedi before her, then hummed in reaction to his next words. And sometimes we make them happen. She thought to herself.

As he finished, she tapped her fingers along her legs in thought, genuinely considering his comment about attacking or capturing him. But deciding that would probably get her in trouble with the diarchy. She didn't actually know if Jedi had any kind of ruling against them. So it wasn't a free fight.

"How about I third option, I let you pass, and follow you anyway. Just to see what happens." She answered in an amused but challenging tone. She imagined he was probably a little too young to yet be much of a threat to her...probably, assuming he was actually human and not some freak of nature like the anzati. She was pretty sure he wasn't an illussion though at least. Still, any jedi mission was probably something interesting.


Caelan Valoren

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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

He shook his head at what she said. "Many of them are not and I've said the same."

It was, in fact, something that had silently caused distance to grow between himself and Anneliese Kaohal . Not that he'd gotten to see her much anyway between their separate trainings and everything else. But he'd seen the way she and others were when in combat and it had bothered him to a great extent. He did not like the idea of harming others. He knew sometimes he had no choice, but to him it seemed like, at times, she and many other Jedi loved combat far too much. He still loved her, though. She'd taken him in when he'd been alone. No matter what she did, he would always view her as a sister.

She mentioned a third option and he sighed. Of course there was always that option and he didn't really have any way to stop her from doing it. It didn't matter what he said, she seemed determined to follow him for whatever reason. Perhaps she was just naturally curious, but he got the feeling it was more than that. Something about her was dark. It hinted at the edges of her being. But she didn't attack him, and didn't seem to know why he was there, so perhaps she really was just curious.

"I can't stop you."

He started walking, though, leaving behind the docks where the underwater transports remained. A pressurized dome kept the water at a certain level, which allowed the facility to function much like the docks above water. Here down below, was a large facility and he didn't really know where to start, save for walking around and letting his eyes do the work. Or, perhaps, speaking with the dock workers. He opted for that, and looking for any of them that might have a position that allowed them, or required them, to watch those coming and going.

Once he spotted one, he went to talk to them. If the woman was going to follow him, he figured she'd get bored eventually. Or, if this was all a trap, she'd get caught in it. The worker wasn't much help, so he decided to head further in, figuring perhaps he could find someone that had seen her, or spot her himself.

"Keep up, Fate. I've a feeling we're in for trouble."

 

[Roxsie]

Well there's a surprise, then again, how jedi was it to agree that jedi had a problem, but surely they not be a part of that problem themselves. Roxsie figured that had to be the norm, 'yes many jedi attack without necessity but I did have a necessity!' was a summary of what she imagined they would have said. She'd met too few jedi yet still to test that theory. She didn't actually think it was a genuine problem of theirs she just thought that rejecting it was a little false.

Her eyes crinkled with an amused smile again behind the mask, "Probably." she agreed, deciding to follow, folding her hands behind her back as she strolled casually a step or two behind him and to one side or the other, changing sides at times. She kept her sense in the force up, mostly just for danger, whether from the boy, his droid, or some other source. "Did you know the jedi once had a subordinate order of dark siders used to try and hunt and take out sith since they struggled to make their presences feel dark without actually turning?" She lied completely. If one existed, she certainly didn't remember it, "I don't think it was the ones called the Shadows though...I think that's a different group. Probably intermingled."

As he continued in his venture attempting to pull information from dock workers, she simply watched and waited, eyeing them and waiting hopefully for something to go wrong, "Who ya looking for?" she eventually asked, growing at least somewhat tired of the trip.

Caelan Valoren





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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

She definitely wasn't going to stop following him, that much was evident. Part of him felt annoyed, having someone tailing him, but the other part of him recalled the adage to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. The closer the enemy was, the easier it was to keep an eye on them. Not that he was sure she was an enemy. More of an unknown than anything. She hadn't attacked him, at the least.

"Don't think me so naive as to believe anything you say," he said as he walked, trying his hardest not to focus on her. "I'm well studied in the history of the Jedi. I know they've done some pretty terrible things, wiped out an entire species, seemingly, but I know they don't have a darkside army."

When she asked who he was looking for, he thought not to tell her. What did she need to know of it? But then, what if she had seen her? No, he didn't trust her enough for that. He'd just give the simple answer.

"I'm looking for my sister."

Not a lie, but not the whole truth. And as he walked, he became aware that while she was following him, there were people now trailing behind her, and alongside of them. He only noticed because they slipped and made glances in his direction, instead of watching out of the corner of their eyes. Certainly not the cream of the crop of assassins. Probably a local goon squad that had been hired out of some neighboring system. So far, the people that had attacked Lazerian had not made a play themselves on him, only working with proxies.

In a flash of movement, weapons were drawn, though not by him. Instead, he erected a bubble of the Force around himself, Fate and the woman who followed him, deflecting shots that were all, largely all, aimed at him. Some of them were shooting at the woman, maybe assuming she was with him.

"I had a feeling this was a trap," he said with a sigh. "Had hoped I was wrong. Would have been nice to find her."

He glanced briefly to her and then focused back on those attacking.

"I won't stop you, because I can't stop you and fight them, but I ask that you not kill them, just the same as I intend not to."

 

[Roxsie]

She let out a laugh at his reaction, "Studied the jedi version of it perhaps." She answered. Roxsie couldn't exactly know whether or not he did genuinely know enough to say that for sure, she certainly didn't. But she didn't feel like admitting that, "Careful though, whatever I may say could be true or false. Can't rely on anyone to always tell you lies."

The girl raised a brow as he said he was looking for his sister, that struck a cord. Her own ran off by herself years ago. Her mother had always assured her she could feel that she was alright. Or at the least, very much not dead. And usually not near to it. But there was always a hint of doubt in Roxsie about that. "Jedi families. Can't go wrong there." she decided to say instead.

They weren't alone, she'd noticed that too. But she was perfectly content to wait and see. Either how long it took till they acted, or till the boy did. Her phrik sword was in her hands in an instant as weapons were drawn, blocking motions made despite the shield that Caelan Valoren had erected, just in case it failed, or he opted to let it drop in front of her. "Nice one, kid." She chuckled.

He lamented the situation, but she was already boiling up her anger from within to strike back. "Of couuuurse." she said in a mocking tone, "Let's let them live, let them kill someone who can't defend themselves. What a good jedi you are. Defending the wicked."

She didn't see them as wicked, she wasn't sure such a thing existed. But she couldn't help but mock the idea of letting an enemy live just because of some ideal. She surged forwards, then shot upwards so fast the two aiming for nearly thought she vanished before she bounced off the wall and plowed into one of them with her full body sending him tumbling, the other soon lost both his hands to the sword she held, while she blocked another two blaster bolts with the weapon. Roxsie leapt back again, slamming the blade through one wrist, then the other, of the one she'd thrown to the ground. Then ducked behind cover briefly, curious to see how the young jedi was faring so far before she'd re-engage.

She probably hadn't killed anyone yet. This was no lightsaber, and two severed hands was only minor if you got to a medic fast enough. She hadn't decided if she'd genuinely not kill anyone, but those first two were to see how things would go.



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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Roxsie

"I didn't grow up among the jedi," he said, holding the barrier steady. "My father could not touch the Force. My mother retired from the Jedi life to marry my father and be the Queen. Now they're both dead, and my sister may well be too."

He kept the barrier in place as the grunts continued to shoot at them. It didn't matter to him what she thought of his ideals. Some people would never have the same ideals as him. Some people didn't care. But he wouldn't compromise who he was just because someone called him naive, or said he was protecting the wicked, or something equally stupid. Her very assertion was wrong, regardless. There was a difference between killing and neutralizing someone.

"You can neutralize people and give them to the proper authorities rather than killing them. That's not protecting the wicked."

Not that they were particularly wicked. They'd been hired to do a job. This wasn't a personal attack. He was certain of that. Their coordination in no way matched what he had seen from those that had attacked him and his family on Lazerian IV. They'd done everything in their power to kill him before he escaped, probably the same with his sister, but since then he'd only dealt with random attackers that were trying to get to him.

Her attacks were merciless. She cut the hands from one. On his part, he didn't draw his saber, choosing instead to bear down on the attackers, using his protection bubble until he was close enough that they couldn't shoot him as easily because they couldn't swing their weapons in close quarters. Then he let his fists and feet do the talking as he enhanced his entire body, strengthening every muscle, making himself both faster and stronger than he would normally be.

Grabbing the gun of one, he slammed it upward into his face, bloodying his nose, and kicked another square in the knee, so hard that it cracked backwards and he felt to the ground screaming in pain. His hands reached up and gripped the head of the first one, and he fell backwards, slamming the mans face into the floor and knocking him out cold, before quickly leaping back to his feet and bringing the bubble back into place so he could go after the next group of them.

The woman was, for the moment, out of his mind, unless she tried to harm him.

 

[Roxsie]

She didn't comment on his family, she didn't have anything to say. Still, she didn't hide the minor annoyance of him trying to suggest that she should neutralize them and let the authorities handle them. Rolling her eyes at the idea that somehow that was any different. They were here to kill, so they should expect the possibility of the same. It was hardly unfair of her to give them what they sought just because they only sought it for others.

This group was, likewise to her annoyance, relatively unremarkable. They were nothing special tactically, and so far, were nothing special combatively. Her momentary removal from the fight to get an eye on things only further confirmed that, as she saw how poorly they adapted to the barrier the young padawan had put up. That however was a feat for the boy, she'd never specialized in outwards expressions like that, especially defensive ones. But she knew even if she did, it wouldn't be all that easy to simply erect and hold a barrier consistently. That, or he was incredibly wasteful with his force reserves and was going to tire himself out.

Deciding to intervene again, Roxsie took the lazy approach. She stood up briefly from her cover, pulled back her arm and threw the phrik sword, shoving and guiding it through the force so that is split through the sides of one mans right wrist, then anothers left nearly severing one hand each, then penetrated a third man through the knee before she yanked the weapon back to her through the force, glancing off the same two men in the process just for good measure. "If someone is alive, they aren't neutralized." she pointed out, "Excluding possible coma's, maybe."

Roxsie deflected a couple incoming blaster bolts with the blade, leaning more on soresu than her normal ataru now that she understood just how little danger they were probably in. Despite her words of warning. "You have assassins after you, for all you know they're suicidal. And are perfectly happy to keep fighting as long as they have breath."

She reached out and used the force to throw one of the men into his allies. "You're babying would be murderers. People who may be complicit in your sisters possible death. Maybe even knowingly. But definitely perfectly alright with killing women and children." the last part she said with a slight smirk. Though in her current state, she was truly more focused on the anger that kept her fighting.

Caelan Valoren

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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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[Caelan Valoren]

"Doesn't matter," he said in response to what she said. "Killing them isn't justice, it's vigilantism. Even if they killed my sister, revenge won't bring her back, nor my parents."

It still didn't matter to him what she said. Justice dictated that the people attacking him get charged with their crime according to local law, not according to the whims of the person being attacked. It was his right to ask for a certain sentence, but also his right to offer leniency if he so wished. She could throw out hypotheticals all she liked, but it was just as evil to punish someone for something they might do as it was for them to attack him, and he would never fall to such folly.

Between the two of them, the last of the ragtag group was taken down as Caelan smashed his fist into the mans cheek, dropping him like a lead weight through air. The rest were either bleeding from stumps where their hands should be, or were already out cold from his attacks. Training in Iridonian martial arts and Broken Gate paid off in the field for him.

"It's not your problem to deal with, but mine. They were after me, not you. Had you left well enough alone, they probably wouldn't have bothered you, either."

He wiped some sweat from his brow and then started undoing bootlaces. Without binders, he needed something to keep them subdued if they woke up before the authorities got there, which they inevitably would. Once he'd done that, he went to the ones who had lost their hands and began to tend to their wounds.

"Your soulless behavior leads me to believe you are one who either follows the Sith code or is adjacent to it. Whom do you serve?"

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8

TAGS: Roxsie​

 

[Roxsie]

"Kid, half of Jedi history if Vigilantism. Literally any rebellion or revolution is vigilantism." She answered, then added with considerable amusement, "You may even be breaking laws by just being on your own depending how old you are."

He certainly didn't get riled up easily though. At least not by any of her prodding. Or if he did, he was a wizard at hiding it. The group after the boy though was dealt with pretty easily afterwards, what they should have sent were some good droids. Or at least some heavy weaponry. Admittedly the boy was hardly standard for his age, but still she felt other padawans would have been a potential challenge for this group too. And that was all under the assumption he went unaided too, all it took was someone like her or some concerned over-competent law enforcement to help out to screw up their plans.

"Still attacked me! Besides, you act like it makes any difference. I probably actually helped them, maybe next time they'll think twice from the memory." Roxsie suggested smirking at her own comment while she watched him get to work tying them up, choosing not to help any on that front for now.

His next comment pulled a scoff from her though, "Oh, soulless am I? They're alive aren't they? I could have made it hurt you know. Maybe I should have." she then crossed her arms, "I used to be a mercenary but right now I'm working for The Diarchy. And I wasn't trained as a sith, my mother trained me"

She neglected to point out that most of her mothers initial training was derived from the sith, refusing to believe that was relevant and not wanting to give him any points in the conversation that she had started treating like a competition.

Caelan Valoren


















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[Caelan Valoren]

"I doubt it. People my age and younger have served as Starship captains and more."

He ignored her comment on Jedi vigilantism. Again, he didn't agree with the way all Jedi did things. The Jedi were not a lump sum aggregate. Not everyone believed or acted the same. Tying every action of Jedi to the whole was just as wrong as assuming every Sith was a murderous warmonger. It was possible to be Sith and never harm anyone, most just chose not to go that route. They were all evil, to be sure, power-hungry megalomaniacs most of them, but it didn't mean they'd killed people or intended to.

"I'm pretty sure having their hands cut off hurt."

She really was callous. Part of him wondered what had happened to her to make her that way.

He moved to the next of them and began working on their hand wounds. As he did so, local law enforcement arrived, and Caelan quickly explained what had happened to them. They didn't look the most professional outfit, but they still began rounding up the ones that didn't need immediate medical attention and carting them off. The others they put in a call for medical droids and stretchers to come out.

When she mentioned the Diarchy he shook his head.

"I wonder what Diarch Reign would think if I told him how you've been acting. He's a relatively nice man, and we had our disagreements, but he wasn't as flippant as you."

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[Roxsie]

"Some, sure, and some are runaways or schoolskippers." she answered shrugging, then chuckled at the mention of hands being cut hurting, "Trust me, it's so much less than it could have been. Most other methods just increase their chance of death, or leave them blind."

Roxsie figured they wouldn't have been hard, though, lightning may have worked. But that wasn't really something she was genuinely all that good at. She'd always specialized in the more directly physical aspects, leaning hard into making her blade and herself a weapon rather than so many direct attacks like lightning offered.

A raised brow in response to his suggestion, then waved a hand dismissively, "Do it then. Tell him if you know him. Tell him how I followed a suspicious force using child around to figure out what was going on, and proceeded to non-lethally defend myself and the youth. Besides, it's not like I can't find another job if need be." the girl challenged. Truth was, she utterly doubted he actually knew the man. More inclined to believe he'd taken a guess about him based on whatever information he could find and was trying to bluff some fear into her.

She wasn't afraid either way though, Roxsie felt her excuse was entirely valid. And she could even come up with more. These were assassins, therefor as far as she was concerned, any and all actions were justified from there on out as long as she could have a legal excuse for it. Naturally, her mother had once been an assassin too, but she'd never have fallen that easily. So it didn't make any difference.

Caelan Valoren


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Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.
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