I Think That's Mine

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Tatooine was a bit crowded then Gav remembered, or maybe it was just her dislike for large crowds. Mos Eisley was pretty much thriving and busy at midday, making it almost impossible to travel on the main streets. The less known ones weren't much better. The 5'10 Grieakian Padawan knocked shoulders with a few people, before finally pushing herself into one of the alleys.

At this point, Gav was following her footsteps from when she was last here on Tatooine, when she'd lost her lightsaber after a scramble with some thugs. Her father would have probably killed her if he was still alive, which Gav would agree with.

"What would a thief do with a Lightsaber here.." thought aloud. "They will lose their head if they don't give it back. Space people can be preposterous sometimes."

 

[Darth Ferus]

If there was anything odd that struck Ferus, it was finding a lightsaber in the middle of no where. While he did not know it, he found [member="Gav Arwell"] 's after a casual stroll to the desert. Casual as it can get for a Sith at least. A wash of dead Raiders was left behind him as he killed an entire tribe, and only a few feet later he found the knob of such a weapon hanging out in the sand. Amazing it wasn't buried yet.

Ironically though, he found himself walking around the surface of the planet tossing the hilt up and down in his hand. He himself would not use the blade, as he had his own, but it was a comforting thing, letting people know he had such a dangerous tool. For the moment, he was left alone to his devices, his hood pulled down low as he just walked through the crowd. He was thirsty, and the local cantina seemed to be the place to do.

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Off in the distance of the crowd, Gav noticed the glinting sliver light from the butt of a weapon, which turned her attention to a man with heavily covered apparel. Entering the main crowd again, Gav followed the person in interest of the what he had. The weapon seemed out of place, judging by it's position on the man's self. As she got closer, she noticed the hints of leather and metallic underweaves. But what struck her most was the single feather dangling from the hilt, which made Gav pick up her pace. That was hers, the man her her lightsaber.

Her only hope of getting her weapon back was to directly take it from him, no stealth involved. She could reason with him, but she'd be forced to knock some sense into him.

That space man better give me my lightsaber.. she thought.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus went right into the Canting, oblivious of [member="Gav Arwell"] or anyone else following him. The man walked right on up to the bar, and set down the saber as if it was money. "Whiskey, if you dont mind." A burly human, big around the.. Everywhere, happened to be the bar tender. Hazel eyes looked down to the saber, then the cloaked man.

"That wont get you much round here. Its worthless."

"I wouldn't worry about pay. I've got more then enough." Credits were exchanged, and the Sith would turn in his stool to observe the rest of the bar. So far, this was a good day.

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gav was only a few steps behind Ferus, entering the Canting a few long seconds later. Gav's delicate and precise tracking techniques provided a sense of ease, making herself as silent as possible. Sitting a few tables away from the bar, Gav watched the exchange. This guy, whoever he was, had her lightsaber. And that's all she cared about. She wanted to know how he got it, and what he intended on doing with it. And when she received her answers, she would kill him and move on with her life mission.

Gav trained her eyes on her cantine, keeping a subtle watch on Ferus through her peripheral vision. She inspected every element of the target. His clothes and hood reminded her of the raven clan back on Greiak. The dull colors and aura of evil displayed everything she needed to know about the man's personality. Other than that, she couldn't see past his thick jacket. Gav assumed there were weapons stashed, some space men blasters, a collection of knives and daggers. And who knows.

Silently, Gav slipped her hand slowly off the table, bringing it to her thigh to grasp the hilt of a long dagger.

 

[Darth Ferus]

So far, nothing of interest. His time within the bar was about as boring as he expects it to be. No bar fights, no bounty hunters getting shot. No one loosing an arm by bumping into the wrong Jedi. Those times were long past after all.

Or Ferus simply picked the wrong bar.

His gaze eventually traveled to [member="Gav Arwell"] , but this was just a passing glance. She was not interesting to the Lord, though soon he would learn differently. Little did he know the girl was plotting to kill him. Ferus turned back around in his chair, idly sipping at the fire water he seemed to enjoy so much. This was a relaxing day at least.

 

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Gav made some mental notes, taking her dagger out of her thigh holster, Lacking the musical noise of the metal to metal. The man had made a look over the inhabitants of the bar, even looking over Gav without a single ounce of suspicion. This should be her chance to attack. Standing up, Gav walked over to the main bar, sitting a few seats away from [member="Darth Ferus"] . But she was closer to her lightsaber, which was still sitting on the bar.

Gav eyed it with her peripheral vision, ready to reach for it and kill the man.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ah, there it was. As the man sipped his drink he could feel the lethal intent of someone in this room. Someone wanted to kill. Ferus couldn't help but chuckle. He had no idea it was [member="Gav Arwell"] , or even that she was right there beside him. Yet he knew someone was going to die today. Slamming down his drink the Darth reached over for the Saber, grasping it in his fleshy hand. "I believe im done here." He would turn, his icy blue gaze scanning for who ever wanted a fight.

He would be happy to oblige.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Gav noted the man's ability to sense unfortunate events. Right as she was about to strike, the man had stood up and announced he would be leaving. Although it was a good tactic, to startle the aggressor, it did not work with Gav. She only saw it as a window to inspect the man further. Turning her head slowly, she noticed the light saber was in his left hand. After many years of technical training on Grieak, any being- no matter the race- picked weak objected up with there non dominant hand. This tip helped her note that the man was a right handed wielder. Taking out his left hand would decrease his melee guidance.

She also noted his obviousness, like he wanted to be attacked. Her moments of silent inspection bought him a few seconds of peace. She silently noted where she would strike, and mentally smiled. Although his plan was a good one, there was one fatal flaw. His back was to her.

In a single motion, Gav slid off the stool from a 180 degree motion, picking up one of the stool's legs by the upper base. At this point, her knife was already in between her teeth, giving her open left hand an easy target to grasp [member="Darth Ferus"] 's wrist, the one with the lightsaber in hand. Then, combining her upper strength and iron grip- if she'd managed to grasp the target's wrist, Gav would swing the stool down onto Ferus's left shoulder, aiming to cripple it. Gav noted the two possible outcomes: Ferus dropping the lightsaber and blocking the attack, or taking the hit and attempt to keep the lightsaber. She predicted he'd follow through the first response, due to the likely outcome of still being able to hold the lightsaber with a crippled arm.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Right, left. As a man built around the ways of war, he was actually good with either hand. It was mere chance that he grasped the saber in his left hand rather then his right. But, to his surprise, the sound of combat didn't come from the front, but the back. Knowing he was to be attacked helped with keeping his senses attuned, but he had nit expected [member="Gav Arwell"] to be the aggressor. As he turned his head to look back, he saw the girl grasp his wrist. Did she want him to stay?

No. As his head swiveled more, he saw the stool. His brow raised in surprise as the wooden object was brought down onto his shoulder. He made no move to dodge, too late for that, and a sickening crack filled the air as the arm was hit. Dislocated. The metal cylinder fell from his slackened grasp, and a grimace of pain filled his features.

Followed by a swift turn of his own.

Forfeiting the dodge the man chose to instead turn on a heel, ignoring the fact that his left shoulder was screaming now. Willingly letting the padawan control his left arm he would turn to face her, ignoring the fact his dumb limb was crossed over his chest. It was his right hand that was a threat now. Faster than a normal man, due to the Force, he would swing his right fist for her jaw. Quick, precise, unforgiving. She may be a child, but the dagger in her teeth suggests trouble.

True to his nature however, Ferus took it a step farther with his punch. The fist would be brimming visibly with the Force, a collection of raw energy. Should the fist connect, the energy would be released violently. No holding back now.

 

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Success. Before the lightsaber had hit the ground, Gav used the force to bring it to her right hand, the familiar metal sting and leather greeting her hand. There was no time to cherrish the feeling, due to the fact that a force condensed fist was rushing towards her face. Gav had a choice, either to let go of his useless left hand and dodge, or keep herself attached and take the hit. Gav too the first choice, releasing [member="Darth Ferus"] 's wrist and moving to the side. It was a close call, as the man' fist nearly scrapped the side of her face.

Gav found herself assessing the situation again. Now that she wasn't in the line of fire, Ferus's fist had an unknown fate. As for herself, Gav took a second to take out her lightsaber at activate it. As she watched the familiar golden blade rise from the hilt, Gav ended her turn. Now it was a matter leaving, or finishing him off. That, however, was the man's choice.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Harmlessly his fist soared away. Well, for [member="Gav Arwell"] at least. A pillar attached to the bar was the unfortunate victim, and the wooden support would be quite instantly shattered. A frown formed on the Sith's face at such a result. He likes this bar. Red eyes shifted over to the girl holding a lightsaber, cold. Dead.

"There a reason you took that from me and hit me with a stool?" Talking. Not his favorite thing to do in a combat situation, but if she chose to talk in turn he would use the moment to audibly, and painfully, pop his shoulder back into it's joint.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gav remained still and silent, using the time frame from the bar's destruction, to the man's words. She used the time to inspect how he moved, his agility, and various other elements to a warrior's fighting technique. Gav adjusted herself to her gathered results, weakening her grip on her lightsaber, and steadying her breath. Once the Man turned to look at her, Gav set her war paint covered glance into the eyes of the beast. Gav mentally froze, feeling a small sense of unknown power. Not fear, not adrenaline, but a mass wave of frigid ice.

Gav attempted to note what the feeling could be. She'd never encountered it before, not even on the battlefield against non-force users. However, she did remember her father- a jedi master- mention something of darkness related to the force. She couldn't quite remember.

Gav's emotions were stale and grim, her face hiding all signs of happiness or regular emotions. Fear, most importantly, was absent. The only thing showing a small sense of feeling were Gav's sharp hazel eyes, which were amplified by her black tribal warpaint, which stretched over her eyes. And responding to Ferus's cold glare was a small amount of dry anger. Of course, this was only an illusion. An illusion that Gav has practiced since the day she'd picked up a sword- or a lightsaber for the matter.

"There a reason you took that from me and hit me with a stool?" The man asked. Talking. Her least favorite thing to do in combat. This man wanted to divert Gav from her current goal, to make this man suffer for the theft of her lightsaber. Not even bothering to respond to him, Gavrril Juniper Arwell pressed down on her right leg and took a leaping charge, aiming to cut into his right shoulder, which was currently enabled. Depending on whether the strike makes contact with the man, Gav calculated two different reactions.

If the slice makes contact: Gav will take another swing at Ferus' chest. However, her head will be open for a counter attack.
If the slice misses: Gav attempt to take a sidestep and swing for his side. However, her back and left side will be open for a counter attack

 

[Darth Ferus]

No response.

Well, a vocal one at least. Through the air she came, relentless, unforgiving. Traits the Darth admired. However, [member="Gav Arwell"] wasn't something he could just brush off given the situation. Left arm still dislocated, he couldn't grab his own lightsaber, or use the hidden blade attached to it. All he had was his right hand.

So he brought up his right hand for the airborne female. He wouldn't dodge, wouldn't block. Instead he would unleash a raw blast of the Force, intent on just throwing her back. Sadly this was bad for the bar, but his life was more important. Far more. Red eyes flashed dangeriously though. Ferus wasn't going to be very sparing.

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gav wasn't even breathing distance away, Gav was thrown back by a handless force, sailing into the air partially and into the wooden bar behind her. The pain emitting from her back and shoulders was throbbing, for which she would have to deal with until the end of the small battle. The bartender had scattered by now, knowing the ultimate fate of his bar.

Gav took the moment to get up and recollect her lightsaber. She felt a few slivers of wood in parts of her back. Almost like partial talons, Gav reached behind her and yanked out the two sticks, feeling the blood come out of her back. Back wounds were the ones that Gav hated the most, since they were the hardest to heal. She wouldn't be able to stitch them herself, so she would have to seek help. And Help was something that Gav hated.

Inspecting Ferus to see if she'd done any damage, Gav recalled the smallest hint of bunt fabric on Ferus's right shoulder. She'd barely nicked the fabric. So close.. she thought.

A little bit of anger rushed through Gav, which she slowly began to calm herself. She then recalculated what she was doing, and what she was suppose to be doing. Looking at a table to Ferus' right, a set of five liquor jugs were sitting to be picked up. Gav focused on one or two of the mugs, and used the force to throw them at Ferus. It took a most of her concentration, but not as much as usual. Her attempts to keep her mind sharp were probably helping. Once the two mugs hurrled at Ferus, Gav would come in for another attack, aiming to slash him across the chest. She was coming in a little slower this time, due to the fact that flying projectiles were being launched. Though this was a mental excuse for her pain, which she would soon regret.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"There we go." A loud crack filled the air as [member="Gav Arwell"] slammed against the wall. Ferus had taken the same moment Gav removed her spikes in her back, he had chosen to snap the dislocated limb in place. A grunt filled the air, pained, but that was all he needed.

With the girls attention in the bottles the man took off, his form but a blur as he closed the distance. As the bottles were flung, so too was another fist. The cloak he wore was discarded in the beginning of his run, revealing a simper outfit of slacks and a t, free for movements such as this. His left fist, now reconnected, slammed out for her throat, force brimming.

This child had proven enough if a burden. Now it was time for him to put her in her place.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

unfortunately for Gav's attention was far from the bottles by the time he'd commenced his attack, the female huntress' peripheral vision as sharp as ever. Except for attacking to preform a counter attack, Gav simply planted her feet into the ground, and raised her lightsaber to make contact with Ferus' left fist. The idea was to avoid as much damage as possible, and get out of the bar alive. The Dark Lord's fist would face a rather grim fate, both the force and his skin making contact with the blade. It would either slice his hand open, or take it off completely. Gav, however, didn't come out unharmed, which she slid back a little bit from the impact. This man's way with the force was strong, stronger than any opponent she'd faced since she'd left Grieak. Gav wondered it it had something to do with the coldness she'd felt earlier.

Using the backwards inertia from the block, Gav launched herself back at Ferus, but only to slide down onto her boots. She then planted her left foot down onto the ground, and used a small combination of speed and strength to swing her legs towards Ferus. If her attack succeeds, Gav would swiftly pop back up to preform a secondary blow: a low drop kick to the head.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was an unexpected result for [member="Gav Arwell"] however. Ferus wasn't blindly punching a lightsaber wielding opponent. The force imbued in his fist was far mor then just an explosive attack. It made his hand resistant to lightsabers. A grin formed as the girl chose to hide behind her weapon. Did she really think that little of him? Even after the bar? His fist would connect with the saber, releasing a blast more then powerful enough to break stone.

 

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The hit from Ferus' fist threw her back, taking her farther than the bar, but the mirror back wall behind the counter. The glass smashed, and a few sandstone pieces fell from the impact. Gav's body would create a sick thunk, indicating that something had been injured. There was silence in the bar for a few seconds. In that short period of time, Gav had a mental battle to stay conscious. I will not fall here. She thought. I must live another day. Silently sitting up, Gav felt a large mirror shard in her torso section. Gav silently gritted her teeth, knowing the wound was bad news. She wouldn't be able to pull it out. She'd have to leave the battle and tend to it. The idea of retreating was such a horrible feeling, but it better than believing she could take this man out. Not now at least.

The crunching of glass would emit through the room. After a split second, a bloody knuckle would grasp the edge of the broken counter. By now, Gav was pulling herself onto the counter, and looking up to the glass ceiling window. Drawing a slim, yet long dagger, Gav stood up on the counter and through it at the window. It would shatter upon contact. Good.

By now, Gav wouldn't doubt that the black clothed man would be going for the killing blow. Gav ran across a table and used as much strength she could muster and jumped for the window's ledge. Gav's leather fingerless gloves grasped the window's edge, which she proceeded to pull herself upward. Gav calculated that she'd be slow running, so this guy would have a chance to catch her outside if he wanted to.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Gav Arwell"]

A deep breath escaped the lips of the Lord as the girl was sent back. No matter how easy he may have made it seem, absorbing a blow from a lightsaber took quite a bit out of him. Red eyes would only watch the girl leave. Ferus made absolutely no attempt to go after her. She had survived the blow, a blow that destroyed Jedi. She was no mere nusciance.

A holocaller came into his hand, and a quick tap of buttons AMD a call would be made. The visage of Ferus would form on the receiving end, a dull expression clear on his face.

"Sloth, I have a task for you. There is a girl i just had a bit of a scuffle with. She did not die and is currently running away. Your task is to recruit her. If she does not come willingly, make her. If she still does not, kill her. I'll be transmitting coordenants and a camera feed from the bar." There was a click. Ferus didn't need to hear the Zabraks response, he knew Xavka would be right on it. Coordinents and camera feeds were sent immediately, thanks to Ferus's pilot droid. Boy, were those things helpful.