Leave. (Naboo)

[Davin Jusik]

Max saw the way the conversation was going from across the cantina, and the threatening manner in which the Mando placed what appeared to be a lightsaber in front of him.

It was then Max felt something odd. Something he almost definitely shouldn't have been.

Anger. The protective kind, for someone many of his comrades would consider an immediate enemy. Should he? The Jedi had done nothing to him and it actually seemed they'd had a moment of kinship when they'd locked eyes. A shared guilt of sorts. The type that beings got from being witness to tragedy.

So what would the young foolhardy sith officer currently in enemy territory do when he'd been stalked and plagued with horrible thoughts throughout the day? Intervene, naturally.

Max fixed his suit and carefully moved his alcohol to one side of the table before standing and smartly moving across the cantina, placing himself next to both the Jedi and the Mando.

"Now I may be a simple businessman from the farthest reaches of Hutt Space, but, the lady seems uncomfortable, and I can't be the only one in the cantina who finds it Bantha brained to pull out a weapon and gesture angrily in a crowded cantina on Naboo. Little far from Mando space, eh?" Max said with an overly sarcastic tone and a focused rage showing in his eyes.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]@[member="Akodya Mune"]@[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]

 

[Nyxie]

Alachei grabbed her glass and plopped a bendy straw right in it, lifting it up to take a big sip, as her large fangs overlapped her lip and prevented her drinking from it without spilling most of it all over herself. Her offhand reached around her waist, unhinging a long, long... long cobalt and gold hilt from a gold ring on her skirt. Still face forward, eyes on her cup, she pressed it firmly on the counter in all its giant, edgy glory. Hey eyes shot from their position to the sides of their sockets, looking on at the crowd; completely expressionless. Then she took another noisy sip.
The place was lit like one big midi-clorian candle. It was hard for her not to notice. Luckily there were things others could never read about her just using the Force. What the hell was she doing on this ugly rock anyway?
"Water dries up, but blood stains forever. Here, loosen up and have another drink." Alachei murmured in monotone. She tapped the counter twice, leaving a deep cut in it just from her razor-sharp filed claw itself, and twitched her hand from right to left to send the second glass of rum sliding down to the other side of the bar with the Force.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Akodya Mune"]

(((Those feels when you write a post in response to someone but someone else posts before you're done writing... xD)))

 

[Akodya Mune]

Akodya's breath hitched at the man's next sentence. A knight? A knight in kriffing Mandolarian armor? TESTING her?

The padawan's jaw tightened as her eyes flickered from the lightsaber on the table to the knight's face, barely suppressing rage. She had been sent, no, FORCED by her masters to come to this planet to clear her head, and yet a member of her Order comes barging in and demands that she pay attention to everything she had been trying to avoid. He has no right. He was NOT her master, but he did out rank her. With her lips pressed tightly together she ignored Tracyn's orders and simply stared back at him with eyes like fire.

The sound of his fingers tapping against the table fell into time with her heartbeat.

The silence was soon broken by the young man from earlier had stood up from his seat and made his way other to the pair of Jedi. He introduced himself with a loose story of being a business man from hutt space, but the way his hair was cut and the way he held himself screamed military. A barely visible smirk appeared on the padawan's face, the little tale and sarcastic comment amusing her.

However, she didn't understand why he intervened, when it was clear from were he chose to seat he wanted to be left alone. Maybe she hadn't been the only one to feel the inner conflict and guilt that they both seemed to carry like weights on their backs?

@[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden was angry, his body flush with rage. The only remaining indicator to his anger was his eyes having not shifted color, but that would most likely come soon. He was enraged due to a friend of his betraying him and attempting to assassinate his close friend and second in command for J.A.C, Pexim. It was a failed attempt, resulting in Zaiden frying the man's brains out as he held his dieing body by the skull. It wasn't over until Zaiden only saw smoke emerging from his eye sockets.

As he traveled along Naboo, Zaiden ignored those about himself and even went as far as to imbue the rage at having to take the life of a long time friend into his aura. Aura of Unease was a growing talent in his arsenal. Being simple to use, yet deadly after prolonged encounters, it was a welcome tool in his arsenal. Happily the side effect was singularity, which was something he required at this time.

Heading for the nearest cantina with a clenched jaw, Zaiden slammed the door open hard enough to near rip it from it's hinges and sat at the bar. Those about him would instantly feel the aforementioned spell affecting them as well as the signs of a powerful Forcer effecting his surroundings. Glasses clanked on the counters, bottles shook hard enough to slosh the liquids within, and the wind moved severely through the now opened door.

"I'll serve myself." Zaiden said to the bartender, with the Force enfusing each word. Calling to a nearby bottle of Corellian Bourbon and a glass, Zaiden poured a small drink and slapped it back before going for another.

@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Shado"]

It was beautiful. She really liked the... thing which took place in the cantina. She loved the current situation. In the meanwhile, she had taken a seat and now she was just looking at people while holding her staff tightly in her hands. She didn't feel like creating illusions will be necessary anymore.

She stood up late, walking directly to the arguing people. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to argue. She was just a simple soul who had decided to have some fun. But it didn't seem so easy anymore. She understood a bit later, that the woman had a lightsaber. But she didn't seem to be really skilled one. Maybe a Knight or even a Padawan. But the man she fought with was too hard to determine. Yes... But as the man she had followed walked to the arguing couple, she saw it could be a great way to have fun.

"Let the games begin," she whispered softly, bending the cantina with the Force. She wasn't powerful at all, but she was powerful enough to create an illusion of flying tables or something.

 

[Daxton Bane]

It was so amusing to watch both the Padawan and the Knight play games of dominance in a public place. Little did they realize the true nature of the negative feelings they were experiencing, nor were they even aware of the bigger threat sitting in their midst. The Sith Master could handle both of them with ease, mentally he plotted his route of attack.

Mando armor was tough to crack, but the Sith was honed fighting against them and knew the weak points. Not only that, his mastery of Shatter Point rendered the protective cover null and void. Alternately he could use both Earth and Air Mastery to quadruple his target's body weight, crushing him under the sheer weight of his own body. Or he could lash out with a mental blast that was able of rendering his victim into a comatose vegetable. So many delightful choices at his finger tips.

Pausing to pour more liquor into his glass, he took another long sip as he leaned back and enjoyed the show.

@Maximilian Mercer @Akodya Mune @Lilith Mae Lancaster
@Tracyn Ordo

 

[Alan]

Tracyn didn't say a word to the soldier, when he approached him. Instead, he pivoted on his heel, and drove his glass straight into his face, in an arced motion. He stood up after he attacked him, cracking his neck. He picked up his lightsaber and turned to the padawan."There's someone particularly nasty in the corner...I think we should take care of that...oh. And you."He said, to the most likely surprised and slightly dazed soldier."Tell me what to do again, and I'll just straight up kill you. I've killed a lot of you, and I'll do it again, and again, and again, and again until I have to take a nap and then I'll just keep doing it. Now, it is in your best interest to kark off before you end up with a severed head, limb, or vital organ that rests between your legs. I've never done that before, but I'm just that creative today."He said, sniffing as he cracked his knuckles.

He stared down Daxton Bane in the corner."I'm assuming you're just going to sit there and do nothing."Tracyn said, his icy gray eyes peering down at Daxton. He didn't think he would actually try anything in the bar, due to the fact that he was most likely here for another reason. He wouldn't risk that over a fight, especially since he was pretty sure that Daxton underestimated him.



@Maximilian Mercer @Akodya Mune @Lilith Mae Lancaster
@Tracyn Ordo @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Nyxie]

The fighting grew, Alachei apparently ignored. She was like a ghost just blending right in. Usually that was just how she liked it. Yeah... a cantina alright.... she thought. There were illusory tables and tableware hovering about - obvious by the fact that despite colliding with other objects in its vicinity nothing got so much as a mark, and there was an ominous feeling that tried to scratch up against Alachei's psyche but ultimately fell short to her stern will and vacant mindset. Instead, she though nothing of it. It must be a Republic thing.... she inwardly shrugged.

When the fluid hit the rocks and the straw finally began crackling with air, Alachei firmly placed the cup down on the counter with a thud. In what would have appeared to the untrained eyes of the lay as a mere blur or a Force attack, the cup shattered into several large pieces - cut asunder by an ultra-fine edge. Before the pieces could fall, a flick of her wrist sent the shards flying with a thud into the wall behind @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"] and at @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] 's armor.

Alachei's head cocked to the side at a sinister angle, the faint glow of lavender residual around her silver eyes. Her hand was on top of the saber on the counter, inactive but ready to release at a moment's notice. "I don't normally hit little girls...." She giggled tauntingly in a high pitch, "But in this case, I'll make a special exception." Amidst her sentence, a slight telekinetic nudge of the glass she had sent down the bar in friendly gesture earlier sent it tipping over innocently, spilling all over the man.

@[member="Shado"] @[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"]​

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Shado"] @[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Lilith looked at the growing fight. She felt really good. Her illusions worked... hopefully. She couldn't be sure about that, because maybe some of the had the ability to see through illusions or something like that.

She didn't concentrate at anything, so she didn't notice the flying pieces of glass. But she didn't get hit... fortunately. She thought, what to do. She could create another illusion of something bigger. Or she could just use basic Force powers like Force Push or Telekinesis. Oh, that's exactly what she decided to do. She took her staff tightly into her right hand and smiled. Again.

She raised her left hand and a glass on the counter raised into the air. She slowly moved it towards the man with an armor (@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]). Then she quickly swiped her hand and the glass quickly flew towards the man.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn clucked his tongue as the glass just bounce off of his armor. He picked up the glass that spilled all over him, and turned and threw it at the Sith officer from earlier, and then marched towards the girl who just used force against him."I have a couple of suggestions for you..."He said, innocently placing his hand on the counter in front of her. He curled his crushgaunted hands, and offered no following sentence as he reached to the back of her head, and went to smash her face into the bar. If successful, and due to the nature of the attack, would most likely be. Tracyn was impeccably fast, without even using the force. If successful, Tracyn aimed to smash her mouth primarily on the edge of the bar, causing some pain but not too much."Keep out of my fights, lady."He snarled, his crushgaunts poised to strike again should his first attack fail.
The illusions, thanks to the small pendant around his neck, didn't affect Tracyn in the slightest, and the glass flying at him didn't either. In fact, he didn't even bother to notice it, for now. He just wanted to smash some skulls in. Particularly this woman. Thing. Whatever.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Nyxie]

Alachei smiled brightly, the plain teeth in her mouth glistening against her abnormally large fangs that overlapped her lip. As he reached for her head, his hand slipped gracefully through her long, silver hair, clenching onto the tips and slipping from its grasp. Her head weaved back and around as she grabbed the man's arm with ferocity and haste, attempting to twist it around while bending his hand in a way it should never bend; all while her razor sharp claws would dig in. Not a moment later, two angry bodyguards had pistols drawn and homed right for his head. In his other hand were the few pulled threads of hair from her head, but otherwise barely a scratch.
"Checkmate." Alachei uttered monotone, the soft crash of the bright pink lightsaber underhanded her left activating, breaking yet another silence all while pressed up under his chin so that he would practically feel the heat rise from it. "Then keep out of my bar."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]​

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(((OOC: I edited the syntax a little! And a few typos...)))​

 

[Akodya Mune]

Akodya stood up aburptly when she saw the Jedi knight reach for his glass, she had a bad feeling about what it was he was going to do with it.

"DON'T-"

It was to late. The Jedi-or rather as the scumbag, thrust the glass at the man in one fluid swing. The glass shuttered at the collision, shards falling to the ground in front of his feet. Flinching, she felt a wave of guilt surge through her. Couldn't she do anything right? All he had done was try and defend her, in return he got...got that. Akodya turned to the repulsed Jedi with a menacing scowl, her hands squeezing the hilt of her lightsaber. This had gone way to far. At this point she didn't care if he out ranked her. In her eyes he was NOT a Jedi, just a no good thug. No Jedi would attack unprovoked for loose their cool and turn to violence after one sharp comment. A hot mixer of anger and self-reproach began to bubble inside Akodya, it was almost as if every since emotion she had ever suppressed was suddenly forcing it's way to the surface.

She had been about to draw her lightsaber and really make a mess of things, but someone else bet her to it. A woman who had been sitting across the cantina had sent hazardous chunks of broken glass at Tracyn, snapping the padawan out of her rage. She really had no control anymore. Tracyn shifted his gaze away from her and how had his eyes locked on the pair of women who had made the attack. Murmuring one last command the dark jedi knight strode away, taking his fight to another corner of the cantina. Akodya hoped those women really had a go at him.

Letting go of her weapon for the time being, her stomach sunk like a rock at the sight of the 'business man' that had come to her aid. Stang. "I..." She began, but not sure what to say. "Are you alright?" She asked, her eyes studying the man silently. It was times like these she was grateful she was a healer.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden looked over his shoulder and eyed the events unfolding. Only himself and another were content at the moment with doing nothing. Levitating the bars most expensive Scotch to the man (@[member="Daxton Bane"]) Zaiden said with an accompanying mental message, Fethin kids. I get the feeling you could best anyone in the room. Including myself. Good thing you haven't given into the same temptation I feel. For Zaiden could tell the man thought of ways to obliterate everyone in the room. And from what he could tell, the only person who would be a challenge was himself.

Taking the last drink from his glass, Zaiden began to gather energy. No longer did objects swing and sway of their own accord, no Zaiden wished to send everyone here a message. Those accute in the ways of the force would begin to feel his presence ever more, like a black hole drawing in everything around him. But even as this change happened, the Aura of Unease began to be heightened as Zaiden was getting irritated by those about him. The only person who should go more or less without pain, would be the man he sent the drink.

@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"]
(Lol had to point out the Aura of Unease again as there was no mention of it's effects on anyone. Automatically you all should have begun to feel like you needed to leave. But by now it will begin to become stomach aches)

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was about to taunt the man wearing Mando armor, so much rage and frustration boiling over, a knife edge away from the Dark Side. It was almost better than Mated Wookie Baiting, well almost. He was certain that if he had spoken the man would have made the ill advised idea to attack and would be lost to the Dark Side. Almost like taking candy from a human.

When the glass shattered, once more a ghost of a smile touched his lips, the rest of his face hidden beneath the shadows of his cowl, as he whispered mentally directly into the man's (@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]) mind. /Don't tell me you will let her get away with that./ Outwardly he gave no indication that he spoke, much less noticed the antics of the Jedi, save for the impassive look on his face that seemed to be ignoring his like the buzz of an insect to one's ear.

Plucking the drink from the air, he toss it back in one gulp before nodding in salute at the man's direction (@[member="Shado"]). /I am not that good./ Daxton mentally projected the lie, /I just don't want to be bothered by someone so obviously trying to compensate for genetic inferiorities. Well I guess that is the price to pay when dealing with his kind./ By his kind, it was clear Daxton meant Jedi.

Not worried in the least, Daxton had once fought both the Grandmaster of the Jedi and the Sith Emperor in separate duels as an apprentice and walked away from them unbowed and unbroken. So what possible threat could there be from an obvious greenhorn ranting in mandalorian armor. In fact, he was probably the most devious, if not unorthodox duelist in the galaxy today, there was never a fight he back down from......provided the competition proved themselves worthy of his attention.

He could sense the aura slowly filling the bar, crawling down the spine like a dark slimy hand, and it felt good. So he wasn't the only one playing games here. He silently wondered who would prove to be the better master of these puppets.



@[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @Akodya Mune @Lilith Mae Lancaster
@Tracyn Ordo @[member="Shado"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Lilith still stood on one place, looking at the people. It had become really fun. Maybe because people were so close to fighting now. And her skills were successful. But she felt like something was missing. Maybe the situation lacked mind control or something... But after she had thought about it, her stomach started feeling really strange. She got a weak stomach ache, but it started becoming stronger. She knew someone was behind it. Even though she was just a Sorceress Initiate, she understood someone is doing tricks. And she felt like there were many of them.

Even though she had felt like this, she couldn't find any other tricksters. It was weird, but logical, because she was almost so dumb, that she couldn't even use the Force at all. Perhaps she just wasn't very good at these things.

She sat down on the nearest chair and started forming another illusion. This time it had to be something more logical, so she created the illusion of a lightsaber in her hand. She formed it into the same hand which she used to hold her staff, so instead of the staff, many people should've started seeing a lightsaber. A red, beautiful lightsaber.

@[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Shado"] @[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The breeze shifted the red Zabrak's clothing as he walked towards the cantina's entrance. He hadn't planned on stopping here for a bite, but the Force guided where it willed, and for now it guided Sargon inside. The entire place felt off from even the outside of the building, and even as he opened the doors his allowed the Force to flow through him, guiding his senses. The most obvious observation was of @[member="Shado"] a Fringe Legate, and nearly as fast was the sight of a fellow Zabrak. He caught sight of a Mando and several other oddities apparently it was visitor's day at the cantina.

Nodding to the man he knew as Zaiden, Sargon took a seat at the bar near his fellow Zabrak. It had been quite some time since he'd met someone from Iridonia, and it truth he hoped maybe he'd get to talk about home over some whiskey. He didn't expect a cantina on Naboo to have his favored drink, and so he produced a bottle of Iridonian Whiskey from inside a black robe. Dropping a small stack of credits on the bar Sargon called the bartender over with a wave. "Three glasses please, and a round for the bar."

Pouring three shot glasses full of good old Iridonian Whiskey he slid one over to @[member="Shado"], and handed the other to @[member="Daxton Bane"]. Raising his glass to the Zabrak he said with no lack of pride in his voice, "To home." With a quick swig he drained it, what man didn't drink to home, and to what Zabrak wasn't Iridonia their true home.

@[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]@[member="Akodya Mune"]@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]@[member="Maximilian Mercer"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled and nodded to his ally, Sargon was a good man...who gave him good brew. Slapping the shot back like the others, Zaiden set the glass on the bar upside down. But even with a friend arriving, Zaiden did not allow himself to slow. Continuing to pump his rage into his Aura of Unease, Zaiden focused himself further into the force. His energy was nearing enough for what he planned.

@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"] @[member="Maximilian Mercer"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Alan]

Tracyn sighed. Rookie mistake when fighting in close quarters was to engage your opponent with just one hand. Tracyn was stronger than her, it made what he was about to do incredibly easy. Tracyn pressed both of his feet at the bar, and flipped upwards. If she still held on, she would only break her own arm as Tracyn's arm righted itself as he moved upwards into the air. The throat guard that came with every Super Commando armor since Boba Fett was protecting him, and he turned to the two bodyguards."You're not my boss. You're not my wife. And you're not gonna make me even flinch with your empty threats."Next on the agenda, was the two guards that were pointing blaster pistols at him. Not a smart idea either. Tracyn moved with brutal efficiency, the thing that he was known for. Weaving one arm around a guard's neck, he snapped it with a simple move of his arm. He turned to the other one, pressing his crushgaunts around his chin, and swiftly moved one hand to his wrist, breaking it. He squeezed on his jaw, snapping every bone in his jaw in a single move. He let the man fall to the floor, writhing in pain and unable to do anything more with several fragments of his bones seeping into his muscle. Tracyn couldn't hear, or be affected by any of the mental-based attacks, so he was unaware of them in a sense, thanks to his Amulet of Tel'ra that he received a short while ago.
OOC Note: I can't find the link to that right now, but if you REALLY REALLY want me to, I can go digging.

Tracyn turned to the man broadcasting a signal of unease or whatever in the middle of a bar full of Jedi. Well. One. Sith Knight or no, Tracyn was one of the deadliest people in the Jedi order, a mix of Mandalorian Super Commando training and Jedi Knight training turning him into a whirlwind of death and destruction.
@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]
@That other guy

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled and winked at the man who looked his way, blowing him a kiss. Without a doubt Zaiden was going to mess with this guy. He just knew it. But still, in no way did his minor pause to smile stop his energy gains. No, no. At this point, despite his growing inebriation, the energy contained within Zaiden was making itself known by small shimmers of Force Cloak appearing in the air about himself. Soon..soon he would have enough energy.

Turning his neck swiftly to the right and then the left, Zaiden sighed happily with the loosening of his neck muscles. Felt good to be loosey goosey.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Nyxie]

Spoiler

(((OOC: I've been a PvP roleplayer for 9 years... to do all of that (both hands by the way; read up) I'd already have cut you into at least two or three three separate pieces of man meat. She's a youth-trained swordfighter on top of that, so keep that in consideration. So prepare for a few practical... adjustments to how this is going down. Also, please don't auto-hit anymore. Again, not ruly, and (as exemplified in this case) also not always plausible. I also don't mean to sound like a jerk, which is not my intention, but doing that stunt while your arm is corkscrewed with your hand being pushed back, would realistically result in a very broken or dislocated arm. If you are double-jointed or something, please pm/tag me and I will gladly write around that instead. So prepare for that too... I'll go easy and let you off with maybe a sprain. :3 Oh, and don't presume to think you're stronger than someone, especially non-humans in general. I hope this does not result in unrelated resentment towards each other, as it is not my intention to upset you. It's just realism. PS: You can pm me or post in your next post the link to the amulet if you'd like.)))

Alachei felt the pull on her claws as @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] attempted to flip over. She waited until the very last minute to let go, as he was simply causing his own arm to twist in improbable positions by doing so anywho, and she had the height and length advantage. He wasn't walking away from that little trick without giving himself at least a very uncomfortable sprain and would be lucky to not dislocate his arm. Since he moved out of the way, her saber was no longer in line with his neck by the time she drew it up. When he seemed to completely ignore the threat of a crazy lightsaber-wielding noblewoman and forgo it for the weaker bodyguards, she had plenty of time to react to his attempts with the cunning he could only hope to ever scrape the surface of. She easily intercepted his moves with her still free right hand and did the signature double mule kick she loved, pushing away his arm to spin herself face down in mid air and thrusting her long clawed feet straight into his torso before she could touch the ground. There was no way he was going to catch her unless he was a Jedi master or a walking death machine with inhuman reflexes, though at the very least he might dodge most or maybe even all of the strike if he was fast enough. As soon as it would hit or miss, she ignited a small Force Barrier around her exposed half (opposite the floor) and kicked off the floor to lunge her to the other side of the cantina. She'd then draw her lightsaber at the ready; right handed, butt pressed to her left shoulder with its long blade pointed straight out in anticipation for almost anything.
"Weak fools, you're no good dead; get back to the frigate! I'll clean up here...."
Meanwhile, her stomach began turning as a dark feeling overcame her. She knew it was not something part of her will. It just wasn't in her nature. She felt a disturbance slightly in the Force of the environment around her... perhaps someone had a very ominous, dark influence. More likely than not, they were within the cantina itself for it to be growing this rapidly. She knew she wasn't going to be able to put off the uncomfortable crawling in her skin forever, eventually it would become a crippling pain if put off for too long.

@[member="Shado"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"] @[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Akodya Mune"]​

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(((Seriously though... please don't presume to auto-hit after ignoring a saber-armed opponent right there prepared to outmaneuver you. By the time you actually kill two ranged targets, I've already attacked you several times in form. That is the only reason I am sparing them. Sorry for the inconvenience.​

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Edit: Sorry, decided it was better to drop out than wait a whole page later to get a chance to reply. Some stuff happened today, really good personal stuff, and I need out for a bit. I'll join back in in January to finish this duel. =P)))​