Venris Helion
Forming my own path
[member="Mallory Pryde"]
Venris drew out two of his knives and threw one, scoring a hit in the exposed throat of one of the surviving men and then managed to weave in behind another while cutting his throat. The rogue snatched up the man's rifle as he fell to the ground and levelled it at the surviving attackers. "Hold it!" They froze stiff, eyes wide with fright after witnessing the execution of their comrades.
"Alright gentlemen," Venris released a breath. "Pop Quiz, anybody who passes gets to walk home alive. Why have you attacked us?"
"It-it was just a job," One man replied in a shaky voice. "We were paid."
"By who? Who would want us dead?" Venris demanded.
"Not both of you...just you," The man answered.
"He didn't tell us his name, just gave us a bunch of credits and told us where to find you, said he'd have more if we brought you back dead." A second member of the four surviving attackers spoke up.
"Describe him to me, now!" Venris barked.
"Pale skin! Black hair and uh...yellow eyes." The first man quickly summarized what he remembered.
That description was vague...but to Venris it triggered certain memories. He shook his head and glared at the group. "...run." He said in a low voice before shouting. "RUN!" The men scrambled away as Venris fired several shots into the ground.
Dropping the gun, Venris let out a breath. "...good thing they didn't call my bluff....couldn't hit the broad side of a Bantha with one of these." He sighed and looked towards Ivy and the pile of bodies surrounding her. "You alright?" He held out one hand and called his lightsaber back into his waiting grasp.
Venris drew out two of his knives and threw one, scoring a hit in the exposed throat of one of the surviving men and then managed to weave in behind another while cutting his throat. The rogue snatched up the man's rifle as he fell to the ground and levelled it at the surviving attackers. "Hold it!" They froze stiff, eyes wide with fright after witnessing the execution of their comrades.
"Alright gentlemen," Venris released a breath. "Pop Quiz, anybody who passes gets to walk home alive. Why have you attacked us?"
"It-it was just a job," One man replied in a shaky voice. "We were paid."
"By who? Who would want us dead?" Venris demanded.
"Not both of you...just you," The man answered.
"He didn't tell us his name, just gave us a bunch of credits and told us where to find you, said he'd have more if we brought you back dead." A second member of the four surviving attackers spoke up.
"Describe him to me, now!" Venris barked.
"Pale skin! Black hair and uh...yellow eyes." The first man quickly summarized what he remembered.
That description was vague...but to Venris it triggered certain memories. He shook his head and glared at the group. "...run." He said in a low voice before shouting. "RUN!" The men scrambled away as Venris fired several shots into the ground.
Dropping the gun, Venris let out a breath. "...good thing they didn't call my bluff....couldn't hit the broad side of a Bantha with one of these." He sighed and looked towards Ivy and the pile of bodies surrounding her. "You alright?" He held out one hand and called his lightsaber back into his waiting grasp.