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[Kahlil Noble]

Tatooine
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For someone who felt like he needed to hide, Kahlil had quite the habit of sticking his nose where it didn't belong. In this case, a slaver ring on Tatooine. It wasn't surprising. The Hutts loved this world for one reason or another, and their business was rarely ever legal. It was suppose to be simple. Break in quietly, find and free the slaves, escape in his ship. He'd done it once before, with no problems what so ever.

Though, the last time he had his friends.

Kahlil grimaced at the thought as he raised his hands. Several of the guards had noticed him already, all with their blasters pointed and ready to fire. He gives a kind smile, looking between them all.

"This not where the bathroom is? I must of taken a wrong turn. Let me just.." He points in the direction he's intending to go. Backwards. Before he can take a step though a shot goes off, burning the sand behind him to near glass. The Jedi doesn't flinch, though he does look in the direction of the shooter. Not that tall of a fellow, and twi'lek. He bares his fangs in a sinister grin.

"Naw. I think the boss is gonna want to speak with ya."

Kassandra Zambrano

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

"Slap some cuffs on him, and check for any weapons he might have." Two of the other goons approached Kahlil with caution, a Rodian pulling out a pair of cuffs and making quick work in slapping them around the man's wrists, locking them together. The second; human male, went rifling through his clothing, pulling out whatever form of weaponry he might have on him.

His lightsaber in particular.

"Uh...boss!" He held the hilt loosely in his hand, as if afraid to touch it any further than he already was. The Twi'lek held no reservations, and snatched it away, spitting out a curse in his native tongue.

"A Force User!" That got everyone on high alert, and if any weapons were slacking, they were now aimed straight and true towards Kahlil. "If one of us starts talking nonsense, shoot him." With the Twi'lek taking the lead, Kahlil was guided into the building, leaving one goon to guard the entrance.

Elsewhere...atop a nearby cliff, a third party was watching everything go down. Identity concealed by a large hooded shawl, a pair of electrobinoculars raised up to the only uncovered part. The person hmm'd quietly, before standing up and mounting their speeder.

The trek down to the building took barely any time, and the stranger was greeted by a gun being aimed at them.

"State your business!" The goon started confident, but his gun hand wavered slightly when the new arrival stepped off their bike, standing at their full height. They grabbed two things, the first was a loosely tied bag with an obvious head concealed within. The other, was a very long, sheathed sword. The goon audibly gulped.

"I'm here about the job." She walked up to the man, looking down at him. "Got a problem with that?"

"N-no, go r-right inside."

By this point, Kahlil had been guided through and into the building's depths, passed a dimly lit room where the caged slaves were being held, and into the main room. There stood their boss, a Trandoshan, and a particular tall and well built one at that.

<Who is this?> He hissed.

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil had a blaster of course. It was better to use in a fight then a saber, when he's trying to hide who he is. Though that didn't mean he didn't have his lightsaber on him. He gives a nervous smile as one of the thugs finds his saber and holds it up. "Would you believe me if I said I found that?" The Twi'lek was unamused. Kahlil nods.

"Ah.. Thought not."

He keeps himself compliant, not wanting to start a fight yet. Being caught meant if he broke out the slaves he wanted to save would be threatened. Everyone knows a Jedi would do anything to save an innocent. He was hoping to avoid it, them figuring that part out. But he couldn't do much in this situation.

The young man with his hands handcuffed behind his back gave a small bow of his head to the Trandoshan as they met. It wasn't often Kahlil had to look up, but he did with this man.

"Just a passerby who was looking for a bathroom. You know where it is?"

Kassandra Zambrano

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

The Trandoshan glared, or whatever their equivalent of one anyway. He held out his hand, and a moment later Kahlil's lightsaber was placed in it. He was much more comfortable, confident even, gripping it. He let out a hiss, as he examined it, held it out then activated its blue blade.

<More like a Jedi who's sticking his nose in things he shouldn't> Deactivating the blade, he tossed it to the side and it clattered onto a table over to the side. He got up close to Kahlil, staring down at him and letting out a heavy, and probably quite odourous, breath into his face. <Who sent you?>

The question wouldn't get much time for an answer, as a commotion outside of the room suddenly erupted. "He-hey, you can't just go in there. The boss is busy!" A particularly short Nikto was suddenly shoved through the doorway that opened up, allowing for the cloaked stranger to step through. Immediately, half the guns in the room were trained on her.

<Who are you?!>

She let out an annoyed sigh.

"I'm here about the job you posted, ya know the one that required this?" The giant of a woman threw the bag at the Trandoshan's feet. Its loose ties allowing for the head of a native beast to roll out onto the floor.

<Well, I'll be damned. Someone finally got rid of that nest. You got them all?>

"Yep."

<Good. You'll get your credits in a bit, I've got some pressing business right now.>

The stranger nodded, walking over to the other side of the room and leant against the wall. Her eyes immediately affixed to Kahlil, a look of recognition flashing in those mismatched eyes. They were the only identifying feature on display, well aside from the muscular arms beneath the cloak, numerous scars decorating flesh.

And the fact even the Trandoshan had to look up at her.

<Now Jedi, I will ask again. Who sent you?>

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I'm no one important." Kahlil laughed nervously this time. He doesn't want to be found out just yet. A Jedi, and a Zambrano? They'd take his head for a pay day without hesitation. Best to keep quiet for now. He eyed his saber from the corner of his eye, making sure it was still in line of sight. Just in case. Who knew if he'd need it or not.

Thankfully an intrusion stopped the interrogation for a little while. As all eyes fell on Kassandra Zambrano he took the moment to undo the locks on his handcuffs. He'd keep them on, but easy to remove as time needed. Ah, the tricks he picked up when he first left the Sith. His gaze fell onto the stranger once he finished his task. There was something.. Familiar. He couldn't tell what. It had been far too long since he last saw his big sister, so he had no idea how close he was to family.

His gaze fell back to the Trandoshan as he spoke up again, and he gave another nervous and hopefully disarming smile.

"No one. I just happened to wander here by myself."

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

While Kahlil couldn't identify the stranger, she easily recognized the young man, even if there was no visual sign of it beneath her shawl. She felt Force begin to reach out, as if reconnecting with an old face. As this happened, she silently walked over to the table where Kahlil's lightsaber had been deposited.

Everyone's eyes were on the Jedi, missing the giant stranger's actions. But to Kahlil, she made it clear as day what she was doing, concealing his lightsaber behind her forearm, walking back to her original spot.

<Oh, so a noble ol' Jedi just so happened to wander into our den, hm?> The Trandoshan looked unimpressed. <While we just so happen to be in the midst of transporting some slaves?>

The air grew more tense as the seconds went by, and while the stranger was confident in Kahlil's abilities, she wasn't particular patient in this moment. With a single swift movement, she tossed the lightsaber hilt towards Kahlil, before she grabbed her sword by its hilt and began to unsheath it. The sound of metal being drawn caught everyones attention.

Only for the two closest goons to lose their heads the moment later, as Kassandra swung her sword.

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil nods slowly as he listens to the Trandoshan. By the end he shrugs. "I mean, yeah. That sums it up pretty we-" The young man cuts off as he watches Kassandra Zambrano pick up his lightsaber. He watches with a look of pure worry as the giant woman decided to toss his weapon his way. With the momentary distraction of the beheading, which earned an even more concerned expression from Kahlil, he popped off the last of his restraints so he could snatch his saber and ignite the blue blade.

There was still a pause. Stunned by the sudden hostility of the stranger who had just been paid gave the Jedi a chance to try and end it peacefully.

"We don't need to fight. So, perhaps we end this here before more life is lost?" He was hopeful, but pragmatic. With two of their own dead it was unlikely they'd just let the two go. Still, didn't hurt to try. Right?

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

There was a stunned silence all around, no one had expected the events that had unfolded. Sure, they had seen the large sheathed sword in the giant's hand before, but never expected it would've been used in such a quick motion. Before they had even turned to aim at her, the heads of their fellow goons had hit the ground.

Kahlil had been the one to break the silence, and seemingly sense into the remaining goons, even the Trandoshan. At the very least they didn't immediately start firing at either one of them. Just glancing at the Jedi, and looking at Kassandra in fear.

<Yo-you won't get away with this.>

"Oh, I think I will." She began to raise her sword arm up for another swing. But she paused when her eyes fell on Kahlil again. Better judgement fell before a desire to not completely alienate herself to her younger brother, before they even officially reunited. Kass sighed, letting her arm rest. "Fine, scram before I change my mind."

They didn't hesitate to scramble quickly, almost running into one another to get away from her. Only the Trandoshan took a more slower approach, eyeing the giant woman as he left. They seemingly didn't care about the slaves anymore, but Kassandra knew better.

"You do realize they're just going to return with more men, right?" Her eyes were on Kahlil now. Maybe he'd recognize her voice, maybe not. It had been over ten years since they had last seen each other.

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil made no move to stop any of them from leaving. This was the best case scenario by far. The thugs valued their lives, and Kassandra Zambrano wasn't going to cut anymore down. Maybe. He eyed the giant suspiciously for the time being. A massive blade wasn't someone someone carried normally. What's more, her voice was.. Familiar?

The young man stared in disbelief before his saber shut off. He gave a single nod. Before he could figure out if his hunch was correct he needed to help the people who had been taken as slaves. He rushed from the room, figuring she'd either follow and help or leave but not wanting to bother her with either just yet. The back room wasn't far, and the poor lone guard there would find himself suddenly dropping to the ground as an invisible weight nearly buried them. Kahlil walked by unhindered as he stepped into the room.

The cage wasn't large. The five people within were obviously crammed into a cell more fit to hold a single large animal. Probably the only cage they had. Two quick slashes of his saber had it cut open so they could step out.

"This way. We need to be quick." As he helps them out he hits the com on his wrist. R6 would meet them in the plaza. Hopefully before the slavers returned.

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

A small smile formed beneath Kassandra's mask, she felt that slight tug against the slowly forming connection. Her little brother was starting to realize, but for the moment Kass remained silent on the matter. Curious to see how long it would take.

She slid her sword back into its sheath, following Kahlil as he rushed from the room.

Kass took a much more casual pace, knowing full well where he would be heading. She had passed the dimly lit room on the way in, and while they were his objective here, they weren't Kass'

"You know they're not the only ones, right?" She spoke, nudging her head towards the small group of slaves. "The Trandoshan was merely an underling in charge over smaller underlings. There's still the big bad Hutt at the top."

She watched as Kahlil signalled someone, or something via his comms. They would likely be quick enough to get the slaves to safety, but it wasn't Kassanda's goal. She wanted the goons to return with more men.

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

He finally paused to take a good look back at Kassandra Zambrano . The initial feeling was correct. A grim smile overtakes his features as he starts to move after the slaves to protect them. Someone had to after all. They were just scared innocents. Kahlil kept his lightsaber in hand, the grip tightening. Was she still in self exile? Or had she returned home and learned of his trespass?

"I can only do so much, unfortunately. To them though, this is everything." He made his way back out under the double suns, igniting his blade. "I hope that doesn't bother you, dear sister."

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

Kass watched her younger brother closely, noting how the realization finally dawned on the young man. Who seemed to move closer, become more protective around the slaves in the wake of it. That amused her, feeling the shift in mood with her sibling. It made sense though, to Kahlil the vast majority of the Zambrano family were very dark-aligned.

And he wasn't.

"Spoken like a true Jedi," she mused openly, her attention never leaving Kahlil. Kass let out a laugh when he finally called her sister. She reached up and pulled down the mask that had been covering her face, concealing the simple, single line tattoo that ran from her bottom lip to her chin. "Hello little brother, it's been a very long time."

Part of her wondered what the slaves thought of all this, if they weren't solely focused on just getting the hell out of Dodge. There was a stark contrast between Kahlil and Kass, one where you wouldn't imagine the two were siblings.

"It doesn't bother me in the slightest, feeling slaves is always an admirable act. It's more of a side one for me, as I'm after the oversized slug behind this group." She followed them out into the open, immediately feeling the heat beating down on them. "Come on, you can't tell me it's not tempting. You've saved one little group, but what if you could rescue those of this Hutt operation?"

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

It had been quite a long time since he last saw Kassandra Zambrano , but he still remembered the single line tattoo. It was one of the things that made the elder sibling stand out among the rest. He smiled, despite himself. The last time family had come to see him was when Joycelynn wanted to take his head, and he barely escaped with his life.

His ship, aptly named The Bastion, arrived pretty quickly. R6 had been ready and waiting. Not a moment too soon, as the gangsters that had been run out returned. With reinforcements. Kahlil rushed forward to put himself between them and the slaves, quickly deflecting the first shot at them harmlessly to the ground. "On the ship! Go!" Not that they needed any prompting. They ran their way onto the ship, helping one another. Kahlil stayed between them, doing what he could to keep the blasterfire from hitting them as they escaped.

Unfortunately, Soresu also meant he would normally move and dodge the shots coming his way, not just deflect them. He had to rely solely on his blade. Before the freed slaves had been able to get out of the line of fire he took a couple shots to his torso. The underarmor he wore was able to keep it from killing him, but the pain seared through his mind as he stumbled back.

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

She cursed audibly as the gangster reinforcements showed up in the wake of Kahlil's ship arriving. Too far away to help her younger brother, Kass reached out with the Force and tore out a large sheet of metal from the side of the building. Kass hurried over to him, raising the impromptu to shield in front of them both, taking the brunt of the weapon fire.

"They didn't get anything vital, did they?" She glanced back, a look of genuine concern in her eyes for a moment. But she quickly noted his armour had taken the hit. "Get onboard, I'll keep 'em at bay."

Kass followed as he went up the ramp, eventually stepping onto it herself. "Kahlil, catch!" Once he was in the ship proper, Kass threw her sheathed sword his way. Even though she was sure it was more liable to knock him down from trying to catch it. But in the moment though, she didn't care. She needed to nab one of the gangsters, and needed a free hand for that.

Their foes began to push forwards, getting closer to The Bastion. Kass waited until they got close enough before she blasted the sheet of metal at them. She followed that with the Force, reaching out for one of the more scrawny of the bunch, and wrapped it around his throat. With a harsh tug, she pulled the man through the air and towards her.

"Gotcha," Kass grinned as the man literally fell into her grip. He attempted to struggle, but a quick blow to the head knocked him out. With that, the giant woman hurried up the ramp and onto the ship.

Kahlil Noble​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil lets out a dry chuckle, mostly to cover the stinging pain in his chest. Sure, he didn't get shot through, but it still bruised. Probably. He nodded to Kassandra Zambrano before hopping up onto the ramp. He turned, ready to to fend off some more blaster fire only to see the sword thrown his way. He fumbled to catch it, especially under it's weight, but he kept it in his grip.

He blinked in surprise as he watched Kass pull up and grab one of the gangsters. What exactly was she planning? Oh. A hostage? Or someone for information. His lightsaber swung around to block another shot before he'd follow his sister into the ship.

"R6, lets go!" The ship would lurch before it flew off, shields up and blocking the remainder of the blaster fire. They didn't have anything big enough to damage them. Once safely in the air and away Kahlil would plop down on the couch, letting out a sigh.

"God.. That was stressful."

 

[Kassandra Zambrano]

Kass chuckled as she watched her brother just slump into the couch, clearly exhausted. Not that she could blame him, taking a few blaster shots to the chest was going to hurt no matter how you took it, provided it wasn't lethal that was. "Clearly you haven't dealt with the Criminal Underworld that much, if you found that stressful."

"Hope you don't mind," she started hauling her hopeful source of information onto the floor of Kahlil's ship. "But I grabbed a friend before we departed."

She began to look around for something.

"You don't happen to have some cuffs on hand do you, or just something in general to restrain him?" She raised an eyebrow, looking at Kahlil as if it was perfectly normal to just have something like stun cuffs at a moment's notice. "I'll take a spare metal rod if that's all there is." Kass was certainly stong enough to make that work.

Kahlil Noble​