Trayze Tesar
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Oh karking hell he just jumped in there...
Those we're the first thoughts that the wide eyed Kiffar had as his eyes saw his distant cousin leap onto the balcony and enter into an honour duel. Dueling law was something Trayze learned back during his old vocation as a police detective, but while Malum was unceremoniously flung outside into the Temple yard proper, Trayze followed suit, his speed augmented in the Force.
Skidding next to the Votaries of the Church of Akos, the very same organization that had sought him out and ultimately brought him to the Academy, the one who helped him find his kinship to the winded Acolyte, he stated curtly. "We 'ave..." He checked, one armless Knight, and Malum. Shockingly low casualties. "Times two one-twenty-threes. Permission to tail one-twenty-seven." He already, either with the unseen limbs of the Force or by his own darting back and forth, retrieved the injured parties and were already giving them what little medical attention he could. When he realized that the Votarie had not responded, he snarled at the Votarie, "I say again, times two one-twenty threes, permission ta' tail, over-!"
It was at this moment Trayze awkwardly came to the realization that this particular Votarie wasn't undertaking some vow of silence, but rather stared at him as though he was barmy. He wasn't on the beat, and this wasn't the police academy.
"Ah." He cleared his throat. "We got one confirmed and one potential injured party." The Kiffar's burgundy eyes bored into Malum, hissing a rebuke. "Don't pull that kind of stunt, if you are going to follow me against better judgement, we are to evacuate any third parties and try to contain any damage, is that understood?"
The tone was stern, and bode no room for argument. For while Malum was the more intellectual of the cousins, and was born among Sith, Trayze held more firefights under his belt. Experience outweighed hierarchy. Speaking of...
"I'm goin' back in there." Trayze explained to the votarie "Cuz they're pulling out the monster mash in there and I'm willin' ta' reckon it will be billed ta' you." He pulled out a holonotebook, and leapt in there, exhaling and relying upon the instinct of the Force to remain out of sight. Dulling ones presence in the Force...it was like seeing a sheer drop in an otherwise stable road. If he could master it...
Focus. Keep your eyes about you, Cadet.
Burgundy eyes surveyed the battle, jotting down with remarkable speed in the shorthanded jargon of a detective what he had seen, enhanced by his Sight in the Force. He did not try to sway one side or the other, he hoped he would be a mere observer...at least until Malum leapt in once again. Did they seriously not teach decorum in boarding school? He thought disdainfully.
Darth Malum of House Marr
Alina Tremiru
Venn Kolis
Those we're the first thoughts that the wide eyed Kiffar had as his eyes saw his distant cousin leap onto the balcony and enter into an honour duel. Dueling law was something Trayze learned back during his old vocation as a police detective, but while Malum was unceremoniously flung outside into the Temple yard proper, Trayze followed suit, his speed augmented in the Force.
Skidding next to the Votaries of the Church of Akos, the very same organization that had sought him out and ultimately brought him to the Academy, the one who helped him find his kinship to the winded Acolyte, he stated curtly. "We 'ave..." He checked, one armless Knight, and Malum. Shockingly low casualties. "Times two one-twenty-threes. Permission to tail one-twenty-seven." He already, either with the unseen limbs of the Force or by his own darting back and forth, retrieved the injured parties and were already giving them what little medical attention he could. When he realized that the Votarie had not responded, he snarled at the Votarie, "I say again, times two one-twenty threes, permission ta' tail, over-!"
It was at this moment Trayze awkwardly came to the realization that this particular Votarie wasn't undertaking some vow of silence, but rather stared at him as though he was barmy. He wasn't on the beat, and this wasn't the police academy.
"Ah." He cleared his throat. "We got one confirmed and one potential injured party." The Kiffar's burgundy eyes bored into Malum, hissing a rebuke. "Don't pull that kind of stunt, if you are going to follow me against better judgement, we are to evacuate any third parties and try to contain any damage, is that understood?"
The tone was stern, and bode no room for argument. For while Malum was the more intellectual of the cousins, and was born among Sith, Trayze held more firefights under his belt. Experience outweighed hierarchy. Speaking of...
"I'm goin' back in there." Trayze explained to the votarie "Cuz they're pulling out the monster mash in there and I'm willin' ta' reckon it will be billed ta' you." He pulled out a holonotebook, and leapt in there, exhaling and relying upon the instinct of the Force to remain out of sight. Dulling ones presence in the Force...it was like seeing a sheer drop in an otherwise stable road. If he could master it...
Focus. Keep your eyes about you, Cadet.
Burgundy eyes surveyed the battle, jotting down with remarkable speed in the shorthanded jargon of a detective what he had seen, enhanced by his Sight in the Force. He did not try to sway one side or the other, he hoped he would be a mere observer...at least until Malum leapt in once again. Did they seriously not teach decorum in boarding school? He thought disdainfully.
Darth Malum of House Marr
Alina Tremiru
Venn Kolis