Elegantly Wasted [Syndri]

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Nar Shaddaa​

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Life on Nar Shaddaa had a strange elegance about it. The grim and the toxic atmosphere could do little to effect life from continuing on regardless of the hardship of it, and the people so focused on nothing but survival. The crime on the streets, had developed ten fold since the Techno Union and the Hutts had abandoned them and there is a odd sense of freedom. Although there are groups that terrorise the place, looking for protection money, and delivering nothing.

Theo had been here for several weeks now, and had seen all manner of things people do in order to survive, he had seen the gangs randomly shoot people to provide an example, of what he did not know apart from instigating pure terror. Maybe that was all they needed to do, the gangs did not need money, they had means to get off this planet, but they are not here to leave it, but to take from it as much as they can.

The night was still, dry and dusty. Theo walked the streets with her hand deep in his jacket pocket, his hood over his head to hide his eyes and anything of value to him on his body. This was a posture he had took on in order not to draw attention to himself .. one wrong look, or meeting of the eyes could mean violence or death, if someone did not like the look of you. He was making his way to the bar he working in, a job he loathed but it afforded him enough credits to maintain his existence while here, he had his ticket off Nar Shaddaa already, and a job lined up in a month from now, it is good to have friends that will help you out.

He turned the corner onto the street in which the bar is located, only to see that gangs up ahead. It is two rival gangs, facing off and his force senses told him trouble was only moments away.

 

[Matron Malgus]

There was the occasional time when Syndri would leave from her junk-pile fortress, to gauge the atmosphere of the area surrounding her own territory. The gangs here were often so busy fighting against one another that they could hardly tell when the 'Beast' left her lair. She had been out several times and had seen several enemies but had managed to avoid their detection through the fighting between a rival and them. It was always amusing and it was in that chaos that she found her time to check the status of the gangs and how they were faring against one a other. If one gang was becoming superior to the others, she would target the one rising and take it down a few notches. She did not allow them to unify against her, that would spell her doom, and she was a survivor. Anything that didn't benefit her was either put in check, or killed; such was her way.

A brutal and violent way to be, that much was certain but she survived and that was all that mattered. It was as she was walking that she felt a disturbance in her mind, a turbulence that sent ripples of danger through her senses. Her curiosity had been piqued and now she would have to go and see what the cause of such turbulence was. She kept to the shadows, avoiding the gazes of a majority of the citizens in the Undercity, before she found the source; a group of gangs, known rivals to be exact. She also took note of another figure on the opposite side of the gangs, her amber gaze zeroing in on the smaller figure.

Her attention was torn from the figure as the things between the gangs were coming to a head. A blaster shot was fired and the alleyway erupted into blasterbolts being traded between the two gangs. So far, the figure wasn't in any trouble and Syndri rather enjoyed seeing the spectacle, so she remained where she was; watching and waiting for any new or interesting developments.

[member="Théo Vhalorious"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

As the street erupted in colour from the blasterbolts, Théo dived for the only cover that was available to him, a small emptied out R2 unit used as a bin for fire to warm the hands on cold nights. Stray bolts flew all around him, some hitting the unit burning holes in it and which caused Théo to look for something more secure. Although he was not their target, they did not care who they killed, as they did not know who he might be working for. In the wrong place, in the wrong time.

Words of abuse filled the air, and threats of death to anyone that sided with either of them, Théo needed to get out or else he would be drawn into this. This was a battle in itself, there was no good guys or only bad guys in this case, because no matter who would 'come to power', over this part of the city, they would only bring with them more pain and suffering to those they stood over. The locals, would simply allow them to fight, hoping against hope they would wipe each other out and they would be left to themselves. But that would never happen, even if they did, another gang would simply move in on this territory or they would start their own.

Théo knew there would be no 'authorities' come tonight as well, they probably had a hand in this and had payed for one of the gangs to rid the streets of the other, who knew? The place was that rife with corruption, no one person could be trusted. As he looked around for more cover, he spotted a girl on the other side of the street, she was there simply observing for now. By the look of her, she had been surviving these streets for a long time but there was something about her that had caught his attention, a faint whisper of the force around her, not strong but it was there.

Another bolt hit the Unit and all but hit Théo, it was time to move. Théo ducked out from behind his cover and ran for the opposite side of the street, hoping to make the small alley way behind the girl. He did not get half way there before attention was turned to him by the gang down the street thinking he was with the others. He sense the bolt targeted on him, her lightsaber hit the palm of his hand and his white blade ignited. The arcing blade blocked the bolt with easy, his training coming into play immediately, not to mention his growing experience in real battle. Another bolt followed by another and Théo stood to defend himself.

"Jedi scum!", came the shout from one of the gang, and before he knew it more had aimed their sights on him.

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[Matron Malgus]

Of course.

Of course the figure was a Jedi, she sighed internally as she stood and eyed the situation carefully. A kriffing Jedi in Nar Shaddaa, the Smugglers Moon; where every corrupt, murderous, tyrannical being in the galaxy lived. Her eyes narrowed in contempt, but she could not allow him to die, he looked to be no older than a teenager, judging by his relative size. His white blade came up and deflected several blaster shots before she even made a move to get closer to the action. It would be in poor taste if she allowed him to die while standing idly by. She didn't know why, but she felt a dimmed light side aura exuding from him and for some reason she felt the desire to help the boy.

She sprang into action, her form moving swiftly and with deadly intent as she danced around the blaster bolts. Each member of the gangs that she passed fell to the ground lifeless as she continued her dance of death, the occasional glint of light catching on whatever she had been holding. She was a practiced killer, knowing what to expect from these gangs before they could take action against her.

"The Beast has left her lair! came the frightened calls of the gang member she had settled behind. With a flick of her wrist, he fell to the ground dead. The annoyed look on her face had not changed since she had joined the conflict. She had been perfectly content watching the two gangs kill themselves and only when the winner had been standing would she take action and kill those left on both sides. She had worked a very long time to keep the gangs from unifying against her, and if any got away from this particular conflict, she was certain they would unite against her; all because of the Jedi boy that tried to be foolish and sneak through a gun fight. Her gaze hardened as the surviving members turned towards her with a myriad of angry and fearful gazes meeting her own. Her face remained impassive, her hands now crimson in the blood of her enemies. The two parties were at an impasse, the shooting had stopped as the gangs all but forgot the Jedi boy for an even greater prize; the Beast of Nar Shaddaa, the creature that had plagued them for a decade.

"Leave." her command was simple and spoken with a deadly tone. The gang members smiled at her with an especially cruel look in their eyes and laughed off her concealed threat. But, what they didn't realize was that she wasn't talking to them; she was talking to the Jedi boy, her amber gaze fell on him and her eyes were filled with thinly veiled anger. It was because of him that she was in this mess. He would repay her later.

After he got to safety and after she dealt with the surviving members of the gangs.

[Member=Théo Vhalorious]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

The Beast has left her lair?! he wondered what that was suppose to mean, was there some lumbering creature stalking up behind him? no it was the girl, and a short one at that. She was deadly, deadly accurate with her killing and full of hate and anger, some of which was directed to him. He did not have time to contemplate the why's of it, besides Jedi are targeted with this attitude continually and maybe in some cases it is justified.

She moved up beside him, ordered him to leave, "Not going to happen", she shot back at her. He had no idea of her reputation, or standing in this place and he was most certainly not going to take orders from her. Already Théo had face far worse a foe then the gangs, it was only recently he had battled against demons of greater power and numbers then the few here today.

Théo noticed some scaffolding on the side of the building near the position of the gangs, his arm raised as if reaching for it, which he did through the force and pulled it from the walls to fall on the gang. Immediately some of them stopped firing, having been crushed under the weight of the metal, life is cheap here and killing a daily pass time. He did not relish the idea of it, but if one is to live one must do it on Nar Shaddaa.

"You leave, I can handle myself and I did not ask for your help", he shot back at her, as he is no frame of mind to placate her or anyone else for that matter, to caught up in self hate to consider her. Besides where did she suppose he would run to.

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