From Riches to Rags [Jacen Cavill]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Corellia​

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It is still home. And yet nothing will be the same again.

Lilli is hiding. The apartment on the edge of what is left of Coronet City, is being raided once more. A few people that have survived the devastation of Corellia have take up lodgings in the apartment, abandoned or those that had lived there, now dead. Now the displaced live there but raiders come and take what little possession they have for their own. In some cases worse, far worse if you are a young girl. Death would be better than that.

She watching the ruined build from safety of the corner block, hidden in the alley way only her head revealed to see what is going on. In her hand is mud and grim from the street, she plays with it absentmindedly before smearing it on her face, than cleaned her hands on her rags for clothes, it is a mask to hide her youth and sex hoping to be less, so others will not want more of her. Lilli had had close calls before, she had been lucky and able to escape with a swift kick to the groin or threats with her blaster, which she does not know how to use, but would learn quickly if need to. But she does not wish to test her lucky, she does not believe in lucky anymore.

The men appeared in the door way of the building she calls home, Lilli popped back out of sight and pressed her back to the wall, they would not have seen her but that did not stop her heart from pounding. She could hear their voices, and laughter as they moved away from her down the street. One gloating over slapping a man about as he tried to protect his child. She feared for the man and his son, she knew them and she also knew they would be dead.

Remaining in place for what seemed like hours, Lilli decided it was safe to come out. The mud on her face had hardened and itched but she would put up with it. With what little credits she has she would go and find food, looking at the credits, her savings to get off Corellia dwindled in order for her to survive the day, to eat. She began to walk toward a small market place, the food there basic to say the least but food none-the-less. Some small groups of people had gathered in the market to find their own fare, and she joined the queue. Her eyes never still for a moment, always watching her back now. Evening would be here soon, and she had to get off the streets.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Corellia​

He hadn’t been here in years, or at least that’s what his memory told him. The events of Akala had left him trapped in the netherworld for years, with only the alchemical blade as his ally. Opponents he had killed long ago had been there to greet him along with every kind of beast that one could fathom, and some that you’d just have to see to believe. It had been non-stop war on a scale few could imagine, and he embraced it like no other. To the galaxy that event had been just that, an event. While they spoke of the horrors of a couple of weeks worth of terror, it was eventually over for them. Corellia had been destroyed and governments had been left in limbo.

For Cavill, it had lasted much longer.

Every year he was gone to the galaxy at large had been two decades in that hell, even if his body didn’t age. So while it had only been two years to the outside world, forty years of constant fighting tended to have an effect on a man. Despite his conquests in the mortal realm, that had been a different brand. His prowess in combat had been his only savior, and his rage his fuel. It had worn him down, despite his infinite reserves that seemed to fuel his nigh impossible abilities. The road back had been long and perilous, even if the cost upon his return had been great. His company was gone, even if his bank accounts were full. The Sith had forgotten about him, but he had started to remind them of his power recently.

Which is why he was here on Corellia, the site of the most traumatic event in recent galactic history. The Sion was in orbit, along with his considerable armory. All of his artifacts, and weapons were tucked away inside his ship. Clothed in the plain garments that most wore, he wore oversized articles just to diminish his own size. The ring that Soliael had made for him was on his right ring finger, and it cut him off from the Force. There was no need to alert anyone to a Sith Lord wandering in search of answers, as well as a sense of closure away from the trinkets that so affected his mind. A thick beard had grown from neglect during his recent battles, but it only helped mask his face and hide his sharp features. As he wandered the streets of the broken world, few paid him any attention. At nearly two meters tall he was a load to handle still, and he was fully confident he could take care of himself.

If that failed, he could pull out his lightsaber from the coat he was wearing and remove the ring.

It’s going to be dark soon, he thought as he kept his hands in his pockets. His cerulean eyes fell upon a person, feminine in shape. Cavill attempted to extend his senses, then realized he couldn’t with the ring cutting him off from the Force. Instead, he thought to follow her so that he himself could find some shelter before going to examine the central tear in the world. Looks like she has company, he observed as a group of about ten men came out of the surrounding alleys and started to follow her. Their catcalls unmistakable.

“This can’t end well,” he mumbled to no one.

[member="Lilli Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

A culture and society in chaos. A people at their lowest and so their innate base nature surfaces. Rioting, looting, rape and murder now common place on the streets of all the cities and towns that have 'survived' the destruction of Corellia. People acting out in ways they would have never done before this, men and women behaving in ways outside the constraints of social rule, simply to live on a planet slowly dying. Somehow Lilli had to get out, get off the toxic planet but she could see no avenue of escape, not yet.

Her force senses alerted her to the malicious intent of a group of men approaching the group in line for food, their intentions to take whatever they desired, food, credits from those with little and more. Lilli pulled up her brown thread bare collar on her jacket to try and hide her face as best she could. But her frame of a girl not so easy to conceal. The men began to harass sickly men and women demanding they hand over possessions precious to them, what little they clung too to remind them of their lives past. One pulling a much younger girl from the line and pushing her in the direction of an alley way, followed by another man, laughing and speaking about what they wish the girl to do. Unspeakable acts. No one moved, instead they turned away.

Lilli looked around, her eyes looking any salvation to come for the girl .. but none did. She grew angry at them all, and she moved toward the alley. She did not know what she would do, but she could not simply stand there and do nothing. However, a strong grip on her arm stopped her, looking around to see one of the man holding her and smiling. "You want to join the fun I see", he spoke with low voice before pulling her into the alley and was followed by his friend.

"Let me go!", her demand falling on deaf ears. The man shoved her against the wall and began to pull at her clothes, lifting the skirt of her dress. With fear in her heart and mind, the force entered her filling her legs with strength. Unlike her cousin, she is not trained in the use of the force, but with the natural rise of a want to fight for herself, that instinct for self preservation, she had, the force had come to her aid. Moving her leg so her knee was between his legs Lilli drove her knee upward. The man immediately let go of her and fell to the ground in pain, groaning. His friend angered by her punched Lilli in the face sending her sprawling to the ground.



[member="Jacen Cavill"]

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Being a leader of conquests, Cavill had seen the horror’s of a world in shock. The Empire had encountered much with him as the tip of the spear, his brutality the answer to the things he had seen. What had happened on those worlds, well even in the late hours of the night he wasn’t even proud of it. Yet, it paled in comparison to the culture that took over worlds where civilization had failed. As much as he hated Serenno for all it’s failures and flawed culture, it at least had justice the right way. Steal, and you lost a hand. Touch a woman, and you lost something else before losing your life. On worlds such as these, depravity seemed to take over. It was the reason why he trusted the dark within him, it fueled him to survive such places and make it out alive. Call him a monster on the battlefield, and a horrible warrior whose cruelty and brutality were second to none. He wouldn’t argue those points.

Touch a woman without her permission? That was something he would never do.

Hands, thick with calluses, and fingers bent at odd angles due to suffering many broken bones suddenly went from lax to clenched. Sharp lines formed as the muscles in his jaw tensed, still visible behind the thick beard he had grown. Thunder rolled above, and a few strikes of lightning appeared in the distance. Rain was slowly falling on the decrepit streets, the exposed earth turning to mud as the sprinkles turned into a torrential downpour. It was bad enough when they picked up a few onlookers, the weak preying on the weaker. Then, they decided to actually try and take the poor girl who appeared to be trying to help. From a distance, he watched the struggle, unconsciously removing the ring from his hand letting it rest in his pocket. The heft of his lightsaber not far from his thoughts.

Cavill watched the struggle from afar even as he started to move in closer. His slouched posture started to turn into the proud stance of a seasoned warrior, and all those around suddenly started to take notice of the man save for those who thought they were going to have some fun. “He’s going to help them!” As his senses started to blur and expand thanks to the removing of the ring, Cavill had to blink a few times to avoid getting the headache that usually followed as the entire galaxy opened back up to him. Emotions flooded his mind, and he could feel all the life and their feelings. Fear from those around him, mingling with hope. True terror yet bravery emanated from the woman who seemed to have some latent ability, he noticed her enhanced strength as she struck a man where it hurts before being knocked to the ground. Pride, lust, and the need for power met his senses from the half dozen men, but one emotion struck him the most.

Rage, his own.

You think you’re the predators, you will learn.

Taking another step forward, he smiled a very predatory smile. “I would ask you to stop, but all know that’s not going to work.” As one, they all turned to stare at the man wearing the too large clothes, as he peered at them with his intense eyes behind his beard. “Go run off before you’re next,” said the supposed leader of the group as he pulled out a knife. Jacen took a few more steps toward them, that smile forming into a firm line as he took his hands out of his pockets. “It’s going to take more than that to scare me.” Then he started to march towards them. “We outnumber you by five, what can you possibly do?”

“You should have brought more people.”


Meters turned into personal space, and the darkside flowed through his very cells within an instant. The man who’s title was Kryptus didn’t truly draw on his power, no this wasn’t the time for that. Echani training combined with years of military experience became evident as the blade went for his midsection and he simply slapped the man’s arm aside before snapping his neck in a quick, two-handed motion. The next two set on him as he took a combat stance, and a swift kick broke one man’s leg almost in two, while a swift punch to the other’s throat collapsed his entire esophagus. Force-enhanced strength reared it’s head, though far from what he typically did as he threw a man threw an entire wall. The final on to try and attack him as he advanced clumsily tried to stab him, but that blade was put through his temple as Jacen redirected his attack. The final man tried to run off, but his speed was too great and he was on the man.

Within seconds the life left his eyes as he choked the life out of him with one hand.

“There, problem solved,” he said to the assembled group over the screams of those attackers who yet lived. “Do what you will to them, their fate is in your hands.” Sliding the ring back on his hand, he tried to walk away from the group who assembled in the alley to see their “savior” as he tried to find shelter and get the feth away from the crowd. He was no one’s hero, nor would he be around beings he considered lesser than him.

OOC: I sincerely apologize for the length. I'll go much shorter from now on so we can move the story on.

[member="Lilli Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

She skuttled backward along the ground as it turned to mud, pulling the younger girl with her as they watch the stranger dispatch the men. As the last of them fell to the ground having been choked to death with what seemingly looked with little effort from one hand, Lilli's eyes widened with wonder and fear. And then he walked away.

The man that had dragged her off into the alley remained on the ground and recovering, Lilli's eyes darted to him and quickly stood up encouraging the young girl to follow her, the guy would not remain behind or seek her out, at least not at the moment. He simply disappeared as soon as he was able. Lilli guided the girl back to the street and found her parent quickly. "Get her off the street immediately", she said with all seriousness as no doubt there would be more coming to seek retribution for the deaths of his friends.

As the family moved away heeding her words, Lilli looked down the street to see the receding figure of the man that had saved them. She had not seen his face, the situation had not allowed such moments but she would never forget him, if she never saw him again. Lilli stood alone now, as most of the people had decided to return to their quarters for what it would be worth, with only the soup cook upset with his lack of sales this night, she moved to him and order two pots of soup which she paid for with the little she possessed.

She started after the man, walking quickly as she could to catch up without spilling the soup. A difficult thing to do in the heavy storm with mud underfoot, and her face dripping acid rain. "W .. Wait!", she yelled several meters away from him now, "Wait up!". He did not change his pace, if he heard her or not, but she managed to come up beside him, just as lightning cut across the night sky. The momentary flash allowing her to see his face more clearly, a beard face now saturated as well as his dark hair, but it was his eyes that held her gaze for a moment.

"I .. I just wanted to thank you for what you did back there", she said as she noted the direction they walked. "If you hadn't ... well. Thank you". She looked down around her body. "I don't have anything to give you by way of gratitude", he looked to her to be in the same situation as she, "I have some credits I would share with you?", she held out one of the pots of soup. "And this soup. It is not much but it is hot and has something in it to fill the stomach".



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