Public How to Jedi Lesson 1

[Hansel Aulin]

Open To Anyone
Lesson 1: Learn your grift and Hussle.
Location: Hapes

"Jedi pay sucks and you cant even get health insurance because getting impaled by a sith is considered and act of Gods." ~ Jedi Master Hansel Aulin to his apprentice Tristan. ​

On his belt hung a rusted hilt of a saber it really had seen better days not that he ever used it much. If Hansel had to fight, he preferred to do it from a distance with a good old blaster or energy bow. Both of which he carried on his person as he walked into the bank. The guards looked at him and reached for their blasters. Hansel raised his hands palms out and open to show he meant them no harm. “Woo! Woo! Fella’s I am here on Jedi business.” The guards hesitated for a moment giving each other a confused look, they both noticed his rust saber hilt.


“I am Master Jedi Aulin.” No point in lying everyone loved jedi right? Well with exception of sith and witches but no one gave a crap what witches thought, and no one trusted sith. One of the guards mouthed the words “What Order?” There was problem Hansel had no idea which orders existed, and which ones did not, he had been out of the loop for along time and he was never one for boring research.


“Right about that…..” With out a thought the blaster were pulled from the guards hands and brought to his. With both blasters in his hands, he fired one shot into the ceiling. People in the bank hit the floor or fled as the blaster was fired into, he ceiling. The two guards looked at him with a tinge of fear in there faces. “I didn’t lie I am a Jedi of sorts, but a broke one who desperately needs creds.” He shrugged and smiled at the guards.


“Alright everyone on the guards, except you.” He pointed at one of the droid bank tellers. “I need you start filling these bags with creds and valuables.” Hansel said as he tossed two duffle bags he had brought with him.

 

[Zemira]

The Hapan returned to her homeworld recently to track down any unknown surviving family members but also took the opportunity to become reacquainted with the world she had never had the opportunity to grow up on. It had been interesting, yet at times sobering, to learn about the culture she had never been a part of. She shared their language and biology but was still an outsider. Still, she was enjoying the experience thus far. The locals had been friendly and forthcoming, though she expected men wouldn't receive the same level of hospitality.

There wasn't much for Zemira to do now all leads on her family had run dry so she would spend the final few days on the planet wandering like a tourist. While still a Jedi, she was not fulfilling Jedi duties and so donned more casual clothing, accustomed to the culture of the planet, in the form of a simple ankle-length dress with thinly layered fabric that allowed her to partially conceal her lightsaber at her waist, though there was no need to be too cautious as Hapes was friendly with the Silver Jedi Concord.

The Jedi had just bitten into the sandwich she bought from a food stall when she sensed a ripple in the Force, accompanied by the sound of a distant blaster which she was unsure if the sound was ringing in her head or if she had actually heard it with her heightened senses. She paused to think for a moment before placing her sandwich down with a sigh and rose from her seat. It took her a moment to locate the direction of the disturbance but once she neared the bank it soon became apparent at the sight of fleeing people.

Zemira slipped the lightsaber into her palm but kept her hands behind her back as she casually walked into the bank and calmly assessed the situation before her eyes fell on the perpetrator. "Sir, put the blasters down." She told him calmly.

Hansel Aulin

 

[Hansel Aulin]

The droid just stared at the bags and back at Hansel for a moment before someone interrupted his liberation of first international bank of Hapes. He could just feel her stare burning a hole through his back. He just shook his head as she calmly asked him to put the Blasters down. There always had to be one, one upstanding citizen who just could leave well enough alone. There always had to be that one to try and play hero. That is what the Galaxy needed less Hero’s trying to save the day.


Before turning around to face the woman he spoke to her. “You really don’t want to do this.” More specifically he did not want to have to shoot someone. He was hoping to get out of this with a clean pull, he didn’t lie about being a Jedi so didn’t like killing unless absolutely necessary or it was a witch.


He turned to face her blasters still in hand. “I get it you want to play hero, but you aren’t even armed.” Unaware she had a saber concealed behind her back. “I’m just looking to make some creds and don’t want to have to hurt anyone if I don’t have too.” He wasn’t trying to pull at her heart strings and dig for some sympathy, he just wanted her to see the absurdity of the situation.


“You’re what a five six and buck twenty unarmed Hapan woman. I am a six-foot-tall Jedi Master with two blasters. This a very unfair fight for you, so just me let finishing liberating this bank of its creds and you can post on your social media how you almost stopped a Jedi master. I get my creds and you get clout, no one gets hurt.” He gave her a cocky smile and a wink unaware she was armed and most likely a formidable opposition.

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Zemira

 

[Aaran Tafo]

"The sheer audacity you have calling yourself a Jedi Master is hilarious." A new voice came from behind Zemira. A quiet tired voice of someone else entering the scene. Dark hair, leather jacket, facial hair that was desperately attempting to impersonate a beard. The Warden of Peace entered the scene. Of course unlike the other Jedi present, he was entirely unarmed. No weapons on his person at all.

His emotions were flickering at the sight of the scene in front of him. Utter annoyance at the situation unfolding. Out of all the possible ways a rogue Jedi was to make some money, they decide to rob a bank in broad daylight while loudly announcing they were a Jedi. He was not one who cared much for things like reputation that much. But having the title dragged through the mud and become associated with common thieves is where he drew the line.

"One, Jedi are for the most part Ascetics, or at least minimalists. We should not care for things like pay." He said, holding up a hand with a finger pointed out to put emphasis on his point. "Two. There are a million ways to make money with your skills that don’t involve robbing innocent people or harassing people on a world under the protection of the Silver Jedi Concord." He continued, raising another finger. "I'd advise bounty hunting. It’s exciting, the pay is generally good and you're providing a public service."

"And three. Boasting and crime is unbecoming of a Jedi Master. If you actually were one, you would not be robbing this place." He said, raising his third finger, eyes narrowing slightly as he moved along the perimeter of the room, interposing himself between the civilians and the lunatic who called himself a Jedi. Refusing to allow any of them to be hostages or get caught in the crossfire.

"So how about you just sit here. Wait for the authorities to arrive. And then behave yourself and probably only be sentenced with a few months for attempted robbery and discharging a weapon in public."

His eyes narrowed. Body not tensed, but certainly on edge. Ready to hear Hansel’s response. He could either do the smart thing and wait. Or he could attempt to fight his way out of here. As there was little chance Aaran was going to allow him to simply walk away with his crime.

Zemira
Hansel Aulin

 

[Zemira]

The Jedi Knight remained calm as she was faced with two blasters and did not move. Her gaze moved down to the lightsaber hilt at the man's belt and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion It had been difficult to sense in the ripple before but there was a noticeable difference in the Force around the man, akin to that of someone highly trained. She wondered if he was some kind of disgruntled Jedi.

"Listen, I get it. You fall on hard times, you get desperate but robbing a bank is not the way to go." She tried to voice some reason. With her own ties to a criminal past, she was not wholly unreasonable with those who fell back on criminal acts out of desperation and while she did not condone them, it allowed her a degree of understanding and empathy that not all Jedi had.

"A Jedi Master?" She repeated in disbelief. It was one thing to be a rogue Jedi but to claim to be a Jedi Master while robbing a bank was something else entirely. "You could do a lot of damage going around saying that. This planet is allied with the Silver Jedi Concord. You are not." She told him, hoping some of the people remaining in the bank would heed her word so when news eventually broke out it wouldn't get misconstrued.

Zemira scoffed at his comment and sheer audacity. His cocky attitude prompted a snarky comment from the woman. "How kind of you to think of me." She commented before her attention was drawn to another voice from behind. She turned to face the newcomer and watched as he entered. His presence in the Force was a familiar one but his the lecture he seemed to have spontaneously prepared suggested he was on her side. "Jedi?" She asked Aaran to confirm her suspicions.

"I wouldn't try and resist." The Hapan told the bank robber. A 'Jedi Master' opposing two Knights out to prove interesting.

Hansel Aulin Aaran Tafo

 

[Hansel Aulin]

Now this was getting out of hand two of them, his arms spread apart pointing one blaster at the female and the other at the male. The worst part of the two of them was the preachiness level just jump from a zero to an elven. That only meant one thing to Hansel they were both Jedi, it didn’t take a tingle in the force to know that they just to open their mouths. Hansel looked between the two of them, assessing his chances against two of them. They both seemed young and Hansel was going on something like Eight hundred years of being Jedi…. Granted other than 40 years of that time he was frozen so he might be a bit rusty.



“First a Jedi is a Jedi, I have no idea the Silver Jedi Concord. Honestly, it sounds like something a sith would come up with to sound better than the Jedi. Next thing you know there will be Gold and Platinum Jedi showing up.” Had Hansel listened to some of the Jedi history rather then sleeping through that class he would Have known historically that there had been a silver order in the ancient past.


His eyes shifted to the male for moment. “Speak in Basic man no one knows what the hell Ascetics means.” His mind was already racing for an escape plan, as much as disliked these two’s preachiness and hero act, he didn’t want to harm them if he didn’t have to. Also, he wasn’t so sure he could even take them on now that he was pretty sure they were both Jedi or sith playing convincingly preachy Jedi. It was in this moment he deeply missed his sister who always had his back.


They were both seemingly scoffing at the fact he was a jedi master. That was to be expected as by the technical definition of Jedi Hansel was never trained by an actual Jedi. However, one of his masters was well respected among the jedi and was a council member who practiced Allyan Magicks of Dathomir and she had granted him the rank of master with the councils okay. Even though that order was probably long dead at this point as well as his Master Raine Halo. So, he was never trained in the traditional arts of Jedi, though had been recognized as a master of the order for his deeds and actions.


“I see you are questioning my credentials; I assure you I am Jedi Master of Jedi order. No fancy silver or whatever in front of it.” Though he had never met Luke and was sure the guy had no idea who the hell he was. He could have spouted some names from his order, but he wasn’t even sure any of them were still alive. He started to take a few steps back from the slowly approaching Jedi.


He chose not to address the hardships he truly did face because some of them brought back some real dark times he rather not discuss with strangers. As for becoming a bounty hunter first one need start up capitol for such an endeavor and Hansel had learned his lesson of taking out loans from Hutts. “So now that there are two of you, how about just let me go and we call it even. I mean Hapans are far from innocent their money is covered in blood and despite that I had no intent on killing anyone.” He chose not to elaborate why he thought Hapans weren’t innocent but if anyone was sensing his emotions it was something deeply personal to him and he was being truthful about the part of not intending to kill anyone.

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Zemira | Aaran Tafo