Private Hunting A Beast

[PERSENUS]

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Nar Shadda; a good place to make things disappear, whether its yourself or another. However, with all that it offers as cover, he wasn't keen on the people here. Perenus was not a trusting man and Nar Shadda is not a trustful place. Many people means many eyes; eyes that can be paid. Likewise, just as anywhere else, Perenus was hoping not to stay here long. However, as he sits by the window of the cantina, looking down upon the little people walking at the bottom, he would come back to the old question of where he was running to. Over five long years he has been running or slicing through Bounty Hunters and for what? So he can fight another day? What reason was there?

Then again, it wasn't the first time he had been subjected to meaningless bloodshed. In the fight pits, run by a Hutt whom he had slain long before, he battled against many beasts, men, and droids since he was no older than twelve. He remembers starting out as a little plaything for that Acklay in his first fight. He knew how to hold a knife and how to shoot a gun as well as how to do well without either. He was a smuggler, after all, and smugglers needed to defend themselves though his father did most of the work. Chaos, an Echani Smuggler to boot. He felt fighting instinct run through his veins. Still, putting a child just be food against that Acklay was nothing less than cruel. Though, the galaxy never said anything about it being moral. Even before joining the Sith, he learned that very well.

Perenus could still feel its organs dropping over him as he had rolled into it and gutted it, almost getting speared and skewered by its legs. It had been a do or die moment. The first of many to come in that arena. He could still hear the spectators laughing as he ran in circles helplessly away from the Acklay. He could still hear them gasp and then cheer as they watched the small Echani child claw his way out of its organs as a victor as he gasped for breath, almost suffocated by its intestines. He remembered the guards giving him a sly smile and a pat on the back as the knife shook in his hand, screaming at them to stay back. They managed the wrestle him to the ground, though one of the got a nasty gash on his arm from the Vibroblade.

He had been tossed back into his jail cell after having been whipped by their Zygerrian Slaver Whips, though he did have a hearty meal following that. Now, out of the cell, he thinks back to what would have happened if he hadn't joined the Sith with his master buying him out of the roster. Would he have become a champion? Would he have won his freedom and continue on the live a normal life? The ego within him said that he would have definitely triumphed over his adversaries but he wasn't quite sure if he would've followed a life of mundanity after. Perhaps he would've become a bounty hunter, or a soldier, or maybe come back to smuggling if he had enough credits as capital.

It made him smile a bit. Would life have been better if he wasn't a Sith? He would be weaker but was being as strong as he is truly worth the trouble of having to kill a new Bounty Hunter each time he escaped the system? He would've continued on but something told him to keep his mind focused. He looked back to his drink, a Carbon Freeze, and blocked such musings out of his mind. He needed to keep sharp. He needed to plan. Putting his mind to the Force, he would try to construct some kind of plan to credits to get off this rock fast without rousing any eyes. As the jazzy tune started to fade back in and then back out of his mind, he tried to find the path through the Force, as it seems like it is his only ally.


Aloy Vizsla Salis

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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N A R ' S H A D D A A : O N E - W E E K - B E F O R E - T H E - M I R R O R M A N​

Nar shaddaa, One of Joti's favorite haunts back in the day. Despite the drugs, Gambling, And Gang wars, She had fond memories of this place. Like the she first met the young man Romeo Sin in the coffee shop not far from here, Or her first hunt with her first bounty hunting partner. But those days were long gone. Instead, She was at her lowest in life since the massacre of Cin'Vode.
She had no money. No partners. No clan. Not even a homeworld now. There were only three things she had left: Her Blaster, The Resol'nare, And the Hunt.

That is, Until the Mirrorman Contacted her.
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But this was several days before he had sent the message. Several days before her life would be changed forever. For now? It was business as usual.
She enters the cantina, Immediately bathed in the soft neon blue and fuchsia lights, And the sea of staring eyes at the sight of her faded Red and Orange Beskr'gam. Most of the noise blocked out by the low electronic music that vibrated up through her Beskar armour and into her ears. She was here for one reason. One man, And one man only: PERSENUS . She didn't know the details, Just that his appearance and that he'd deserted from the Sith Empire some time ago. Working for the empire made her sick, But credits were credits, and Manda knows she could use them right now. Besides, Hunting slaves or vode was one thing, But Hunting runaway Sith? The trash had hired her to remove more of itself...
Thankfully, She had a tracking fob on hand, And it had directed her to this building. Now all she had to do was find him at one of these tables. So, She turns the tracking fob off and shoves it in her pocket as she walks past the entrance and to the bar, Ordering a glass of Corellian Whisky and then walking off with the drink in hand, Acting like she was looking for an empty seat, Meanwhile her various scanners were working overtime to match faces to the images on the bounty postings. There a few matches of course, All for various petty thieves or slicers, But nothing worth the credits to replace her paralysis darts or recharge a blaster. And then it happened. She stops suddenly as one of her HUD brings up a facial ID match up ahead. Sure enough her target was just up ahead of her. Play it cool joti, What do you do?

"I told you not to call me while I'm on my break..."
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She says, Turning towards the booth next to her with her finger over the commlink button on her helmet, Faking a commlink conversation. No one had called of course. In fact, She was talking to herself really, But she needed to quickly dash any suspicions.
She could accomplish this in two ways right now: One being that no one could hear the other end even if it was true, Thanks to her helm, Which she knew, And everyone with a brain would, so no one would ask any questions. Two being the Neural Band built into her helmet, Which blocked the Force from influencing her head, or it's wielders from reading her mind like some kind of invasive space wizards.
Setting her drink down on the table, She tilts her head forward just enough to look like she was focused on the long distance conversation via Commlink, While leaving herself just enough room to watch her target, And no one would be able to see through her the cold Solid black T-Visor on her helmet.

"No, That was last week. I'm at the Cantina, Yes."

"No, No you may not come. Just because I work with you doesn't mean we're friends nor drinkin' buddies."

"Mhm... Can this wait?"

"What do you mean he lost?! Well how much did you bet???"

Oh Joti... The things you do to keep up appearances... Better come up with a plan soon.



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Spoiler: Weapons\Gear

Beskar'gam Armour with built in weaponry,
Modified NN-14s, (Thigh holsters)
"Terminus Shiv" Vibro-Switchblade, (Hidden in vambrace)
"Hissing Ghosts" (Vambraces),
Dart Caster(Single shot) with (x10) Paralysis Darts(Vambrace),
"Skeleton Key" OmniCutter (Belt),
"Banshee" Sonic Disruptor Staff(Folded\Magnetized to back)
Thermal Detonator (Belt),
Blackout Baton(Belt),
TeranAttack Anti-FU Cuffs(Pocket)
Armourweave poncho.
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PERSENUS Salis​

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[PERSENUS]

I'll reply as I'm not sure if Salis (Rocho) would be participating in this one specifically. It was merely an offer.

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He was ashamed it had to come this low. Bounty hunting with his.... loadout would be more trouble than it was worth. The amount of hunters and Sith on his tail had increased recently. Attention was best avoided. Luckily, the Force offered him the means to do so. Throughout his exile, it has been his only ally, the only tool he can rely on, and with it, he awaited for the moment to strike.

"HRRK!" One of the patrons suddenly lurched forwards, grasping at his throat. He had just taken a bite out of his Bantha Platter, choking as it hangs inside his throat. The human doubled over as he crashed onto the floor, taking the attention of the many other cantina-goers. A good Samaritan rushes to help, propping person up into a heimlich maneuver. However, whatever was stuck inside his throat would not come out, nor unhinge itself from him to fall within. No matter how hard the Samaritan tried, the patron would suffer slowly as medical personnel were called in. All the while, Perenus lurked in the shadows, swiping the onlookers' credits from their pockets as he used the force to choke the man. It would be over moments later as the man lost consciousness and was carried off to help his sorry condition with Perenus soon leaving in the chaos, still unsuspecting of the hunter at his trail.

He did not feel remorse for what he had done to the innocent man. He did not feel sorry for those he had stripped of their credits. He did not care for the chaos he had caused. No, Perenus only had one gripe and that was the commitment to the act itself. He was a smuggler but he became so much more after the arena, he had become so much more powerful. There was a time where he felt that he was above money, that he was above such petty crimes. Now, he was on Nar Shadda, using his powers to thieve pocket change from its unscrupulous citizens. He felt repulsive. This money felt even dirtier than he was. He needed to choke someone else now and he felt like doing it with his bare hands this time.

But now was not the time for that. He needed to find some place to stay with minimal surveillance. He needed to stay out of sight but he was unfamiliar with Nar Shadda. Perenus had already injured his pride by stooping down to petty theft, he wasn't going to injure it further by having to hire an annoying guide. He made for the stairs downwards, towards the lower levels. He'll find some kind of motel on the ground floors that he could stay at. At worse, he'll have to spend the night on the cold concrete.

Pushing through the crowd, he would head for the lift. Pushing the button, waiting as the numbers came closer to his floor, he started to feel the unshakeable feeling he was being watched. The twisting paranoia that was the life a wanted man often made most feel like that no matter what their situation were but in Perenus' case, that gut feeling was rarely ever wrong. The doors to the lift opened up, revealing about six other people. They trudged their way out with Perenus at the side, awaiting for all of them to exit. Once all of them were out, he would rush in and attempt to close the door behind him with the button inside. Still, if someone were to try and were quick enough, they could easily slip past and catch the ride down.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Rocho]

A trained force sensitive traitor, that was a worthwhile target. And one the Trandoshan was looking to cash in on. He did not bring his carrier like he often did, instead, he came aboard only the challenger. It would make it a little easier to follow the man. That was also not as hard as one might think in this case, apparently, he lacked his own ship meaning he was relying on others to travel. And thankfully, he wasn't a shapeshifter. Those were always the worst to chase down.

He would have loved to deal with this the simple way, sniping. However on Nar Shaddaa that was too much of a risk. His target could move into another area too easily and chasing them down would be too difficult at the distance he'd be at. Rocho had the tracking fob set on a very low volue and put it beside his good ear slipping it in his collar so he could avoid having to hold it.

It wasn't easy for a Trandoshan to hide. So he didn't bother. Rocho walked into the bar as the fob directed his eyes and senses at their height, feeling for force sensitives. That was an easier tell than trying to find a face that could be hidden or disguised. The fob would help determine truth. He noted a mandalorian was already here. Didn't mean they were for the same bounty, he was quite sure Nar Shaddaa was filled with bounties to collect on. In truth, most city based planets probably were.

Ah there it was, the force. He saw someone leave. Rocho ignored the choking man. Others would tend to that. Rocho followed, at a distance. The force followed the man. As he passed Aloy Vizsla he said something quietly, "Follow for credits." he said. He didn't care if they were on the same bounty or not. In truth it was about avoiding competition. Even if they weren't, someone out here probably was. Truthfully Rocho liked working as a team when it came to hunting people. Still, he didn't wait to see if she even heard him. The target was leaving, and he wasn't going to discuss terms and conditions. The Fob was further confirming that Rocho was keeping the same distance from his target as he was from this man. He was getting into an elevator. It was time to act, he stopped trying to keep his distance. The Beast came into his hands, a blade activating revealing the weapon to be a lightsaber axe of some kind. In one fast motion he swung it, using the force to guide it with power and precision towards PERSENUS as Rocho rushed the eleveator, his shield gauntlet activating as his shotgun was lifted and fired a scattershot at Perenus thanks to him being in the elevator alone.

Of course he planned to holster the thing so he could grab his axe with that hand. He founds close range combat was the best way to maximize his abilities. His size and considerable strength, especially when amplified by the force, made him a considerably dangerous opponent. But sometimes all it took to take down a force sensitive, used to utilizing their lightsabers to deflect energy bolts, was using a scattershot with a lot of power behind it. If Perenus couldn't survive that, he wasn't worth it in the first place in the trandoshan's opinion.

Spoiler: Equipment:

PS-1 Particle Shotgun at his side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.
t-7-vibro-brace ( left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (Strapped to side opposite shotgun)

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

The game had changed. Joti's attention was caught for a split second a patron began choking across from her, And when she turned to check on her target, He was walking at a brisk pace down the aisle, Swiping credits. Clever... It was just about show time, And she'd have to act quick if she wanted to get him while he was still in the building. By the look of it, He was heading for the lift, Headed god knows where. Either to another floor to wreak more havoc or worse, An exit.

She stands up, Putting a hand on one of the Modified NN-14 Blaster pistols on her thighs as she walks towards her target with a casual demeanor, But at a brisk pace telling of her true motives.
That was when the large Trandoshan suddenly walked past, Hissing something under his breath.

"Follow for credits."

"Lead the way..."
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She follows just behind the large Trandoshan, Staying off to the side a little, Leaving enough room for her to see or shoot as needed. It had been awhile since she'd Hunted with a partner from the Guild, But she wasn't about to turn down the "Help" right now. They could always negotiate the finer details later, And not only would a partner be a valuable asset while facing off against her first "Sith", But Joti always loved hunting beside another. It was dog eat dog out there, But the Bounty Hunters were wolves. And Wolves hunt in packs.

Before she knew it, Her fellow wolf had gained speed suddenly, Joti's legs carrying her a little faster in an effort to keep up. With a sudden flash of blue light, The trandoshan had activated what appeared to be a contained energy axe and charged the lift where the Target was attempting to flee.
Knowing this could easily turn into a melee, She reaches around for the folded staff magnetized to her back, Unfolding it and hefting it in both hands in a single fluid motion, And jamming it into the closing doorway, Leaving the now electrified prongs shoved up against the lower corner, And the pistol grip stuck against the door itself, Hoping to keep it open and give her sudden partner a clean shot through the doorway. This had the downside that her greatest defense against the target's potential lightsaber was currently lodged into the doorway, And that her partner may have to jump over it to get into the lift. But knowing that the trandoshan had a kriffing lightsaber axe, She figured he could just cut his way through the door. Keeping the staff there just meant that the lift would be waiting for awhile longer, Keeping the target close.
With the staff in place, She swerves to the side to prevent either the target from stabbing her through the door, Or the Trandoshan from accidently cleaving her in two once they got into melee. With this in mind, She loads a single Paralysis Dart into her Vambrace Dartcaster, And then draws her Blackout Baton from her belt, Still in cover just out of lightsaber reach from the lift.

Rocho PERSENUS ​

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[PERSENUS]

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As the door attempted to close, Perenus would see one of his assailants coming towards him. It was a Trandoshan and he walked with intent. The fact that he was a Trandoshan alone had already garnered his suspicion and once he pulled out the shaft of his axe, Perenus knew what he was in for. He narrowly dodged the axe by leaning to the side, the axe instead burning through the wall of the lift. Turning his attention back, he saw that he was not alone. They had him cornered in the elevator with nowhere to go. The scattershot, rather effective against sabers as a Jedi could not defend from all at once without more advanced force techniques, was fired and he felt the world go slow, as it always did when the rush of battle started. In the sparing moments he had to react, he made his move.

The Force aided his movements as he leapt up, crashing through the thin metal plate that lead to the top of the lift. He wasted no time, calling forth his saber and rending the wires that kept the lift suspended and pulled it up. Without them, the lift would crash as it did at that moment. Holding on, Perenus would flee the scene at breakneck speeds, plummeting down hundreds of floors. Perenus, ever so clever and perceptive, was not going to engage them in such a location. He knew that they would find him eventually, as they always did, but this time, the location will be of his choice. He will not be cornered like a rat in a cage.

He used the Force again to retrieve the axe that the Trandoshan had thrown before leaping, using the Force to negate the downwards velocity while he was in the air, allowing him to safely land on the ledge of one of the unopened doors. He was now dozens of floors below the two hunters and a few dozen more, the elevator had crashed. They would likely check there first, he knew, to inspect where he had gone to and likely to see if the axe was still there. As he ripped open the door, he would rush to the nearby window, "opening" it, before leaping to the next building.

"Chaos take me...." Perenus said as he looked back, seeing the crowd that gathered from the crash. So much for keeping a low profile in Nar' Shadda. Pushing his disappointment out of his mind, he rushed to construct a battle strategy from the knowledge he knew. The Trandoshan wielded this saber axe, which meant he was likely either Force-Sensitive, or a young Trandoshan. It takes years of mastery and even some help from the Force to allow one to wield a saber properly without cutting off their own limbs. Trandoshans, with their ability to regenerate their limbs, likely are not tethered by the damage it could cause. The other one, he could see by his or perhaps her armor, was a Mandalorian. He didn't have enough information on her to construct a proper counter. The Trandoshan had some obvious weaknesses he could exploit but the Mandalorians were far more versatile.

In any case, he had a limited amount of money but he could make do. He would need some eggs, peppers, dirt, some salt, and paper for the Trandoshan. The Mandalorian, he had to counter in direct fair battle, as fair as a two-on-one could be, anyways.

Rocho Aloy Vizsla

 

[Rocho]

The mandalorian had come with him. Ah, hunting with a group. The way it should be. Rocho often hunted solo in spite of that fact. He wondered occasionally if it was because he didn't work often with other Trandoshans, but then again, he'd been doing that for most of his life. And the fact she came with him was added onto when she managed to lodge her staff into the doors, preventing them from closing. Clever.

The man dodged the axe, and managed to dodge the scattershot. Rocho was pulling his axe back with the force even as Perenus leapt into the air, and through the roof. The Trandoshan slammed the hold door button so even if the mandalorians staff was dislodged she could get inside, the elevator began to fall, and Rocho reacted.

Peculiar terrain was something that the Trandoshan was extremely used to. He navigated forest trees and cities during war as a commonality, using things like force leap or his clawed limbs were practically second nature. In a moment, he'd leapt through the roof gripping the shaft of the elevator watching as Perenus leapt below...with his axe. That would not be allowed.

Rocho snarled, and not only let go, but shoved himself off adding loudly, "Down!" in case the mandalorian hadn't gotten a good look. Plummeting towards the ground at full speed almost the entire way. His body was his focus now. Increasing his physical abilities and awareness were the trandoshans two most common feats in the force. While he had learned telekenisis, and tutaminis, along with a few other skill. They almost exclusively supplemented his style. These two were the most common to take advantage of. Even if it weren't for the keen attention to the force presence in others, the shine of his own axe definitely helped show him where the sith had stopped at. Along with the fact he'd slowed his own descent.

His claw wrenched some of the metal as he scraped down the side of the shaft near where he saw the sith exit landing with an otherwise soft thud, his shield gauntlet in the way prepared for a potential attack. He reached out with a hand, using the force to grip his axe and yank it towards him while twisting it. If it came on it's own, great. However if the sith decided to come with it, even better. "Get your own."

Aloy Vizsla PERSENUS

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler

"Chit!"
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Joti leans wrenches her staff out of the doorway and runs to edge, Leaning over just long enough to watch the Trandoshan leap over the side, Following the target. Luckily for her, She'd seen which doorway he entered, And therefore she knew roughly where her target was.
Folding her staff and magnetizing it to her back again, She leaps down into the elevator shaft, Using her rocket boots to slow her descent just enough to suddenly fling herself into the doorway and onto the correct floor, Hitting the ground running as she sprints towards the Trandoshan and her target just as he uses the force to pull his lost axe back towards him. Another force user? Oh great... How many wizards did she have to work with these past few weeks?

She had to play this carefully. The target had to be captured or killed, And she needed to contribute enough to get her money's worth out of this. But that means she had to get closer without getting her head lopped off by either side.
So, She sprints down the hall towards the two, Drawing her blaster pistol in her left hand, And taking aim with the dartcaster vambrace on her right. With no time to lose, She drops to the ground, Sliding across the durasteel floor and under the oncoming axe as she aims both her dartcaster and pistol at the target, Firing a single Paralysis dart that zips down the hall towards the runaway sith, Aimed at his large chest, As it is easier to hit center mass of course.

PERSENUS Rocho




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[PERSENUS]

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Pests, these bounty hunters. Curse their gadgets and their weapons. Now, he was facing a Bounty Hunter who was not only just armed to his pointy little Trandoshan teeth, but adept in the Force as well! Not to mention his Mandalorian friend flanking his focus. Chaos let them burn. Let the pain be so endless that the crude leftovers of their physical forms squirm in their graves. The burning irritation that are these low-life scum should have been put out a long, long time ago.

"You want your axe back that badly, lizard-boy? You can shove it up your scale-y ass if you'll still have one!" Rocho, if his force awareness was as they say, would be able to sense the sudden build up of power as Perenus would let go. Where did it go? What did he do? His axe was now returning to him as he wished. But the first one to realize what he had done would be Joti as she would attempt to slid under the axe. Little did she know that the axe had more range than she could see.

Force Weapon was a technique that allowed a Force-User to channel the Force into an object. Usually, this was used to enhance the weapon itself but a more esoteric power was the ability to channel Force Powers into them. Perenus combined his expertise in the technique with the mastery he had over Force Destruction, a Dark Side power that could destroy almost anything in its path, releasing extreme telekinetic energies around within a certain radius and as Joti slid under the axe loaded with it, she would find herself entering that radius where non-organics were blasted into smithereens and organics were almost completely vaporized. Even she managed to evade, she would have to deal with the powerful push that came with it outside of its radius that could push her well out of the building itself. If she did manage to fire those Paralysis Darts of hers, they would be completely destroyed mid-flight.

Now, after her, it would come to Rocho, flying towards his outstretched hand. His shield would not be able to take the brunt of such power, especially from a master of the technique. It seemed that even if he was to let go of it, it would not slow or halt its flight, perpetuated by Perenus.

Rocho | Aloy Vizsla ​

 

[Rocho]

The mandalorian wasn't far behind him, taking her own route towards the man. The man had done something to the axe, a path of hatred and destruction, first it went for Joti, but then to Rocho. He growled quietly. Rocho moved fast, his body greatly enhanced by the force allowing him to instead simply move forwards. If the man wanted to use trickery on the Trandoshan's weapons, then he'd give him a taste of answering trick with simplicity. As he rushed the man his right hand, deactivating the shield, reached out to grab the axe with the force again, but instead of a direct pull, he pulled it from the side to slam it into a wall to release whatever the man had tried to imbue into it, and should it be empty, return to him. He had little doubt the weapon would survive, it was made to be far more durable than most.

But that wasn't the only point. Force powers had to take something from the user, focus or energy. And combined abilities doubled down on that. Rocho reserved his, he had to use very little to push or pull his axe, especially over as little distance as he did. Meaning he could put the rest of his efforts into new tactics.

Such as he was doing now, a blade emerged from one of his gauntlets, prepared to spear through the sith. Rocho's footing was exactly as he wanted it, allowing him to move in nearly any direction at any time. He had no intention of letting the man cut through the blade either, if he saw the movement for it or to cut him, he'd step to the opposite side to escape and then right back in. Fully intent on wasting the mans time so the Mandalorian might have a chance at another attack. He'd keep his guard up, no matter how much energy using techniques like whatever he had done expended. It meant that the man had a peculiar set of knowledge.

Rocho preferred mastery over fewer abilities. It was perhaps what made him so strong in melee combat, or sniper range marksmanship. But he recognized the type of danger a person could pose if they could manage so many types of abilities. Especially ones as destructive as this. He knew full well this man posed a threat. That was the whole point. He was dangerous and he was proving it right now. If he wasn't, then this wouldn't be worth the time or effort.

PERSENUS Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Joti didn't know it, But the Trandoshan had just saved her from a world of hurt. Her armour could have survived the kinetic impact, But who's to say what else would have happened. With no time to thank the Trandoshan, She continues to slide a few feet further down the hall, Taking a trio of shots with her NN-14, Bathing the hall in cold Blue light. She knew that wouldn't be enough however, And turns over her wrists, Suddenly activating both of her "Hissing Ghosts" , Causing a single Repulsor powered Kunai to fling itself towards her target, Followed by a three small repulsor powered Shuriken spinning towards his legs at rapid pace.

After this quick attack, She throws herself to her feet, Drawing her second blaster from from her hip and begins firing at the target, Sending another six Bolts barrelling down on him.

Rocho PERSENUS ​

(Short, sorry, it's 3am lol)​

 

[PERSENUS]

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As they both moved, they'd feel the ground shift beneath their feet. With strained fingers, Perenus displayed that in spite of the great energy that would normally be required to cast Force Destruction, it was little trouble for Perenus, whom was one of the few masters of such an advanced ability. Still, in spite of his efficiency, it did take more out of him than he would like, but he still had enough to use Telekinesis to crack the last few pieces of the structure's integrity. Clever as always, he Perenus had a knack for turning things to his advantage, no energy was ever wasted.

When the Trandoshan had slammed his saber into the wall, the Force Destruction cast upon it had torn through through vital structures, ripping them into little more than junk scraps, while the powerful telekinetic blasts that came after contact would rattle the building even more. A quake could be felt all about the building, a display of how powerful Perenus was with the Force. Cracks and damage came, the infrastructure compromised. All it took was a little push and things went toppling over.

Thankfully, he wasn't engaging in melee combat, not as Rocho wanted. Like said before, the advances would be null, the solid footwork would be destroyed, and the distance would lengthen as part of the building, the part that Perenus was standing on, started to fall backwards, separating from the rest of the structure just before the top ceiling caved in onto the two hunters, and the floor beneath them too, as wielding a lightsaber in combination with this complex techniques would likely fail, in addition to leaping back and weaving to avoid the onslaught from Joti. The kunai, however, caused a deep gash just above his eye. It did not penetrate within his skull, luckily, but the blood flowed down his eye, blinding him in one. The upper part of the building they were formerly on started to lean, applying pressure to the point of stress where their battle was taking place, breaking apart before beginning its descent. In the wake of their battle, they had destroyed and killed more than a few hundred people living their lives in that building.

Now, Perenus rides down the falling piece of the building, nearing the ground, though, he could undoubtedly find a way to recover and safely land from such a height. However, he waited. These bounty hunters were testing his patience but what was a little more?

 

[Rocho]

Relentless assaults was the best way to deal with people like this. Even when Rocho felt the very building beneath them began to fall apart he did not cease. His axe returned to him and the vambrace returned to its less cumbersome form. And he did not cease chasing down the target. He did not have time to consider how Aloy Vizsla was doing, she'd shown skill already, and Rocho had to fully devote his attention to the matter at hand. Nor did he consider any of the lives lost his fault. After-all, it was not his ability that had caused the destruction, but that of the sith. Sooner or later, he would likely have caused the same number of deaths. Then again, Rocho himself was likely guilty of killing the number before. But of soldiers or animals, not innocents. There was no score to be had there.

Again, the trandoshan leapt, moving from the falling building and towards the one on which PERSENUS stood. The man had considerable power, he might as well have unleashed a bomb. He continued to head forwards, regardless of the ever changing terrain. His axe in his hand ready to sweep in swift but short arcs that did not leave nearly as much opening as one would hope, it's greater size meant that it had more reach than a lightsaber, giving him even more time to respond in close range. It was interesting that instead of simply moving himself though, he'd somehow gotten the ground to move him. That was something Rocho had never even tried to do. But he wasn't going to start now. One could only adapt the area around them so much, it was why he preferred to adapt himself.

Rocho was not concerned about the height, he had fallen greater before uninjured. His concern only was the target. He reached out, attempting to force push the ground from underneath Perenus to destabilize him, giving Rocho potentially more time to attack. But mostly, he wanted to remain adaptable. As long as he could keep up the chase, an opening may provide itself.

There was another possibility, the destruction would absolutely bring attention to the situation. That could bring in more hunters, or the authorities, and they could be used to advantage. Currently, Perenus seemed to still be running. But if the authorities got involved, they could help ensure there was nowhere to run too without awakening attention yet again. That really didn't do much if the man refused to be taken at all, but it might provide a higher possibility of capturing him alive.

Then again, even if he didn't surrender. It really didn't matter to Rocho. One way or another, he wanted to best this man. And if he had to keep chasing him down across falling buildings, then that was what he was going to do.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

The sudden shift in the floor told Joti all she needed to know, And she was already running forward when the floor dropped, Followed by the roof. Diving through the hole opening up in the floor, She activates her rocket-boots while free falling, Throwing herself far enough to the side to just barely escape the collapsing madhouse with only a few cuts on her leg and arm as she crashed through the falling debris. Eventually her she stabilizes her flight, Coming to a flailing, Tilting stop high in the air above the flying traffic and sea of neon light below her. As usual, She had to contend with the cheap tricks of sorcery in the age of technology, An irony that annoyed her to no end. Perhaps it was time to look into ways to counter the force, Not just protect herself from the blade of a lightsaber or restrain the sorcerers after the hunt.

Hovering there, She finally catches sight of the Trandoshan, Diving after the Runaway sith through the air, A bold move indeed. But Joti had seen enough today. She knew that she did not possess the means to restrain the target without stunning him long enough to reach her carbonite chamber, A simply impossible feat at this time.

<"K1, Bring the ship around to my coordinates. We're leaving.">

She did have one last parting gift however. Whilst hovering there high above the two, She removes the folded Staff from her back, Unfolding it and aiming it like a rifle in one swift motion.
"The Banshee" As she liked to call the staff she had modified, Was more than it seemed. The pronged end opened up to reveal a small opening that bore it's way to the pistol grip-like curve near the tail end of her staff, Which boasts a single slot for sliding in Tibanna gas cartridges, And a trigger to activate the firing mechanism. This was in fact, A sonic disruptor rifle.

A high pitched screech follows the golden burst of light tearing through the air. Not towards her target however, But towards the direction he was headed. After all, One must lead their shot to hit a moving target. She didn't think it'd be that easy of course, As the dark sorcerer would likely sense the danger before her shot could disintegrate him. But, He would have to evade her shot somehow, And that momentary shift in concentration just might aid her fellow hunter.

Regardless of the outcome, Her ship was now gently drifting towards her as the boarding ramp opened. Her visit to Nar Shaddaa was over.

PERSENUS Rocho​

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[PERSENUS]

(Honey, I'm Hoooommmmeeee)

The ground beneath his feet began to shift upon Rocho's pressure and along with the advance of Joti, balance became a fleeting idea. His foot lost hold upon the falling piece of the building and his figure would become obscured from the sight of both Rocho and Joti as the earth covered him. However, just before he hit the ground, he caught a saving grace. From underneath the falling debris, a speeder came out from underneath, panicking so much from the sudden collapsing building that he did not notice that Persenus had hitched a ride underneath the speeder, hiding his presence.

Hopefully, he could recollect himself. This was not good for him, this attention would bring more hunters, more Sith.

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