Leave. (Naboo)

[Daxton Bane]

For the briefest of seconds Daxton glanced at his fellow Zabrak, golden-orange eyes glowing soft green under the shadows of the cowl and then his lips twisted into a smile. Reaching forward, he took the glass in one hand and drained it straight. Hissing under his breath, as the alcohol rushed down his throat, the orbalisks attached to his flesh injecting their venom to neutralize the more toxic effects of the drink, leaving him with a dull buzz and warm sensation in the gut.

"To Home. No matter where the Roads lead us, may we always find the way back." Any Zabrak worth their salt knew that toast. It belonged to Clan Menios. Well it used to anyway, nearly a century ago the clan lost their holdings and majority of the survivors were sold into slavery. According to Clan Records there were no more living members supposedly left, much less one of obvious wealth and station. "Might I know, who do I have the pleasure of sharing such a fine vintage?"
@Sargon Vynea


Watching as the stranger stride at the Jedi, he shook his head in amusement and said to no one in particular, "Well I guess you have the first dance then."
@[member="Shado"]

It would be interesting to see who was left standing after the two tussled. In his experience, only one person was strong enough to resist his mental powers and that was @[member="Spencer Jacobs"], only she had the fortitude to resist the combination that Sith Mental Magic, AND the Heart of Darkness granted to him. Grandmaster Ben Watts sensed it and tried to stop him, only to fail miserably and was when he was a mere apprentice, what more now that he was a Master himself. Should it amuse the Sith Lord, he could rip the thoughts and memories of every single sentient on this city block with practiced ease but where would the fun be in that? No, it was so much for fun to toy with his soon to be prey.

Turning to his fellow Zabrak, he said, "Care to wager who would win?" Pauses to see the tall woman strike, and mumbled softly to himself, "Not bad form. I wonder how flexible she really is."

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

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Even while the Zabrak asked him is name Sargon was already pouring them a second glass. "This particular blend comes from the waters of Aro river. I was born along its banks, and grew up there as a member of clan Vynea. My name is Sargon Vynea, true blood descendent of the line, a bit far down the clan, but still as true as can be hoped."

With a small smile Sargon decided he'd give his fellow Zabrak a true treat. Pulling out a small bag of smoked meat he lay it on the bar between them. "Spiced blok meat a true delicacy if there ever was one." Sargon's clan like nearly all the clans of Iridonia hadn't lost their ways to the mixing pot of the galaxy where everything lost its flavor. His clan tattoos would be enough for anyone who knew how to read them to know that. Which would mean they also knew the Zabrak custom of what it meant to share food with another. To do so was the equivalent of making a man part of your clan for the day, and all that entailed.

As for the match Sargon just felt out a bit with the force, and laughed. "The man doesn't even know he is a Sith, guess he missed the class on that."

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

"I have heard stories about that river, although I have never had the pleasure of seeing it with my own eyes. Daxton Bane, last of my line." It was Zabrak custom to not mention those clans which were exiled, dishonored, or in some cases both. His tattoos spoke for him, so that there were no need for words.

Taking a piece of meat he chewed it slowly, indicating to the other Zabrak that he had nothing to fear from him as they have shared both drink and salt as they continued to watch the entertainment.

"The fool rushed head first into the trap, worst than a Bantha bull in heat. Not that I expected much intelligence from a Jedi." Taking the glass he shot the liquid fire down and signalled for the next round of drinks.


@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

(sorry double post)

 

[Alan]

OOC:
I'mma go ham, I'm sorry everyone, but I gotta go ham. Alachei, your character is over 6 and a half feet tall, maybe taller, and barely weighs over 100 pounds. That makes her incredibly weak. Tracyn has been wearing armor that is among the heaviest in the galaxy his entire life, and is a Jedi Knight on top of that. Your character is an apprentice level with no formal training besides your own definition of what your character went through. Tracyn lives, breathes, eats, and poops death. He kills people. Well. Your character, from what I've seen, is not that good at combat - yet. Tracyn can be stronger her, not just because he attunes his body with the force, but because he is going to be physically stronger than her. Unless that's a typo, your character is literally, a twig. Tracyn is both a Mandalorian and Jedi trained combat machine, whiles yours is...left to very loose, interpretation. And please take this as critical, as I meant it to be.


Tracyn felt his arm break free of the weaker girl's grasp, and then watched her lung at him with her clawed...feet? He just let them come, and they literally scraped against his armor. Beskar'gam was one of, if not, THE toughest armor in the galaxy. But like the old Mandalorian saying, a warrior was more than his armor. Crushgaunts, in that aspect, helped. Tracyn charged up to her, the room shaking as his massive body went towards her in a practical blur. Tracyn's first hand, his left, went across his body to catch and hold the lightsaber blade in his hand, and the other went to simply punch her in the face. Teras Kasi was a powerful art, and the speed at which Tracyn's hand moved matched that of a mid-level Teras Kasi user. The punch was deliberate, fast, and impeccably timed. Tracyn was a master of combat, not an art in the specific area of combat, he was good at combat as a whole. It was where he excelled, it was practically where he was born.

And this girl, was about to get a lesson on why so many people in the fringes feared him."Sit down."He said, as his fist went straight for her face.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden's eyes flared red, his pupils diluting from their normal bright silver. With his sclera veins throbbing black, and the scarlet infusion, it gave a near magma appearance. Slowly rising, Zaiden called out, "Come here little one. Beating up on women isn't very becoming." His voice low and scraping, demonic being the only word to truly describe it's skin chilling effects. The rage he felt prior to watching a continued assault against another, a woman at that, while he gave off every warning was nearly doubled and the effects would be instantaneous. Anyone his Aura was effecting, would feel just how angry he truly was now. It was like the rage of the gods incarnate.

"I am so tired of having to deal with petty-" Zaiden hurled a powerful ball of telekinetic energy at the offender, "sniveling-" with this a few nearby chairs levitated, "whelps." With that said, Zaiden launched the chairs forward like missiles. However, backed by his own Telekinetic abilities with control and speed (Balistakenesis), they weren't simply flying chair illusions. No, these were weapons capable of busting bone. If not for beings of robust size, they may have been wood and probably long long ago were. But in this day and age, metals were the rage. With the pent up energy Zaiden held at his fingertips he wouldn't be surprised if he could dent the Beskar without needing his talents in Shatterpoint.

"Stop trying to be something your not. Your not better than her. Your no better than an apprentice." Zaiden said, the last word emphasized as deeply as possible. The man gave off the aura of a deadly fighter, Zaiden wasn't the most deadly opponent but he met them and they remembered his name. This man would be nothing but a speed bump that he hit like a bullet train.

Zaiden cast an eye to the Zabrakians, "If you get messy I'll pay your cleaning bills."
@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Anyone who was bothering to use Force Sight at that exact moment would see that the table that the Zabraks were sitting at was surrounded by an near invisible field of Force, protecting them from any debris that might be flying about. Sighing softly, Daxton said softly to his companion. "Why do Jedi always have to make trouble and trash the bar? I happen to like this bar."

@Sargon Vynea

It was tempting to cast a simple spell to paralyze the rampaging Jedi but it was too entertaining for him to end it to soon. Besides it served two purposes: one it showed the common folk just how mentally unstable Jedi truly were and two the Sith was riled up and Daxton wanted to see what he could do.

Leaning back in his chair, he allowed his droid camera to continue recording the proceedings for later editing and release to the local news networks.

"Be careful friend, he seems to be a few credits out of a short stack." Daxton shot back in warning as he waited for the fireworks to explode.

@[member="Shado"]

 

[Alan]

"You're stealing my lines."Tracyn said, after one of the chairs caught him in the chest and sent him flying backwards. The armor didn't even bend, but it did put a put of a scratch on it. He made a tsking sound as he got up and re-adjusted himself."The twig with tits, can wait. You're...you're special. Like, bad guy, gotta get his face beaten in kinda special. You know, the real good kind."Tracyn rolled and cracked his neck, flexing his powerful arms. He flicked his lightsaber on, stepping into the Djem So stance that Qae Shena had taught him so well."EN GUARD!"He said sarcastically, instepping towards the sorcerer...illusionist guy. Tracyn knew that he couldn't even hope to stand toe-to-toe with the guy on a force-level, so he had to go his special route of...well. Stabbing. Punching. Ripping people literally in half.

Nothing was ever proven, that man could have been torn apart by a wookie. In fairness, he was skinny. Allegedly.

[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]Tracyn's footwork was admirable, something that his many years of diverse training signified. There was grace and balance and a certain dexterity from his Jedi training, with a small hint of ferocity from his Djem So tactics, along with the viciousness that the Mandalorians taught him. He was good at what he did, and he was fast enough to show it. His body was still in the movement of Teras Kasi, even with the lightsaber in hand. It was a movement that he could never truly break, a lifestyle that he couldn't let go. He was very good at many things, and fighting people with the force while not having a real good hand in it made him a formidable foe. Especially since there was that one time where he went ballistic on an entire Hutt cartel. That was fun. Tracyn's lightsaber blade, instepping and coming straight for Zaiden's lower torso, was actually, one hell of a ruse. It involved him sacrificing a significant amount of space. He brought his other hand towards him, using the pivoting instep movement to bring out one of his arms, in a straight back-handed fist to the side of Zaiden's arm, to block it. In turn, his lightsaber would actually no longer go to a stab, but rather a large slash across his chest. He wondered how he would fare against the multitude of attacks, and would take the chance to go for Tracyn's lower body, which was now exposed by his gamble. Or...[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]He could just flick stuff at him again or throw him across the room. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]@[member="Shado"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]OOC:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]yay! [/SIZE]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled at the man's words as he spoke, "Then make me bleed. I've faced the Thronebreaker, Empress Ashin, Darth Kryptus, and who are you? Nothing." Just as the man began, Zaiden backhanded the saber away. Ignoring the slight pain of the burn, Zaiden then closed the distance even further. With so little space between them, near anything Zaiden did would be deadly, as well it made the slash at his chest useless.

Calling forth to a bit of his own Force reserves, as well as a portion of the gathered energy, Zaiden glared at the man face to face before opening his mouth and roaring at the top of his lungs. The concussive blast from such a pressurized attack alone shattered windows, knocked chairs back and even moved tables. But the worst damage would go to @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], whom had made himself close enough for the blow to be deadly. The sound would reverberate across his skull and body, would rattle him around, possibly even shatter his ear drums and make him have an anneurism.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Scared. Lilith was scared. The simple arguing had turned into a serious fight and now her illusions didn't help at all. She didn't know if they had worked before, but now she decided to use her another skill. She was more powerful in that one. She had learned it more. She had spent nights trying to master it. But she was still far away from mastering it.

Lilith moved closer to the men (@[member="Shado"], @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]). She should've waited a bit. She hadn't predicted the Sith-man's move. He made a terrible, powerful noise... Lilith managed to hide from it on the last moment, but she still got hurt a bit. After all, she had another effect on, probably caused by another trickster. Now she wanted to get out of the cantina. She tried resisting it, but it was hard.

And so she used the skill. Lilith had learned shape-shifting. Even though she wasn't a master in using that skill, she was more than just a beginner. His face transformed into a wolf's one. Her hands became larger and long, sharp claws came out of her hands. "You shall not fight against the Sith-guy!" she said to the man who tried to hurt the Sith-guy.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The sonic boom was muted somewhat within the small protected circle Daxton projected, although the bottle he was originally drinking from cracked and split, spilling the liquor on the hard wood surface. A sigh of regret at the waste escaped his lips as he took another quaff from the glass he had in his hand.

Interesting choice of assaults, might even work on him if he was caught in the open. Daxton had used his knowledge of Elemental Force Manipulation to minimize the vibrations travelling through the air around him, minimizing the damage around them as he said to his fellow Zabrak. "So what do you think? Who would win?"
@Sargon Vynea

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Watching the fight Sargon poured them another glass of Iridonian Whiskey, and was again pleased he used a good metal flask for a bottle instead of glass. Allowing his own awareness to flow out with the force Sargon didn't bother to put up additional defenses his fellow Zabrak already seemed to have that well covered. Instead he simply used the energy he would have on creating his own defenses, and funneled them into Daxton strengthening his wards. "It depends really, but I'm not one to bet against a friend in a fight so I'll put a thousand on the man with phrik arms."

Reaching inside of his robes he pulled out a small stack and put them on the table, and then grabbed another piece of meat to chew on. He had no fear of the fight bothering them as their table was already well protected, and add to that his own focus on funneling power to his fellow Zabrak the wards might as well have been a wall. "Mostly it depends on if he realizes where the gaps are in mando armor. If he lets those crush gaunts get in too close that's possibly a world of hurt though. Of course they both seem to be simply too emotional, a good Sith controls his emotions and uses them. A bad one well, they use the Sith."

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Onrai]

In the cantina, a man sat over in a corner of the facility, disruptor pistol holstered on his belt. For the moment, he was undetected, his week of leave being spent on the lush planet of Naboo. A planet that was supposed to be free of violence. Well, they turned out well. With a sigh, he sat and noticed the persons conflicting with one another...

One of them was different. She was of a species unseen by any other Imperial, a humanoid who definitely did not fit the mold so far as known near-human species went. He looked her over, assuming she could sense his interest, and continued to stay seated in the cantina's corner.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Nyxie]

Alachei's own speed was quite a match for the tanking Jedi's charge, and she simply took a half step to the side, leaning her body back to avoid his punch which instead hit the wall. She winked in mid fallback as she then took one more step out to correct her posture.

"Sit down."​

"Deal. Bye-bye," she whispered in a cutesy voice. Clearly someone else was more interested in washing him out than she, and her main goal of getting this jerk off of the other girl seemed to work splendidly. If only these men stopped thinking with their meaty heads.
Alachei's pink saber twirled around her shoulder and eventually broke beam while settling on the gold ring on her waist. Him and this other stranger were not directly in the field of vision of the man radiating the Aura, so the effects began to die down a great deal for the time being. She took a seat by the gentleman who had most recently entered, and opened up. "You're not like these others... What is your story, stranger?' she asked. She never turned to look at him or so much as caught a glimpse of his eyes, but she knew how his aura felt.

@[member="Aken Bosch"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Laughing softly at the prospect of a wager, Daxton reached for the pouch on his belt and put a matching sum beside those on the table. "Deal and to make it more exciting, loser buys the next round for the house. Deal?"

It wasn't as if he expected much from the Jedi, in fact by Daxton's own assessment, the fool was already well on the way to the Dark Side without even realizing it. However, the Wayfinder could not resist a challenge so he placed his money on what he considered a losing bet. But then you never knew, sometimes just sometimes a Jedi could surprise him.

The wards were done reflexively, almost as an afterthought, nothing short that a direct blaster shot could hit them. If that ever happened, he had additional defenses in stow. So he relaxed and turned his full attention to the fight in front of them, waiting to see who would secure the advantage over the other.


@Sargon Vynea

 

[Onrai]

"Aken Bosch. Supreme Commander of the Imperial Navy." He responded quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself. " I came here on leave after the conflict at Yaga Minor. I have ships to get sold for scrap when I get back, along with a lot of other work."

Bosch sighed as the conflict continued to rage away from them. He was an admiral, and could remain stoic when he needed to, but here was someone who had taken interest in him. An attractive woman had taken interest in him...

This had to be a set-up by his crew.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Jericho]

After a couple weeks of training within the deep forests of naboo, Jericho checked his rations and saw the he needed to get back to the village. Once he reached the village that he normally went to he went around to make his rounds. His mask covered his face but a slight grin was made as children ran by giggling and playing with their kites and other toys. He looks around still with a slightly grin on his face noticing just how peaceful it was. He was worried of bandits, as he had been force to fight several group, but if they came he would do what he needed to do, so for now he just had to do was relax. He went around and bought rations of food and water and put them all in storage at the inn he was staying at. Jericho took a seat on his bed and took off his mask and a rub on his eyes. "I need a drink." He thought to himself with a slight sigh. Jericho stood up and put on his mask once more and made his way to the cantina, the moment he entered cantina the entire mood change. A sense of violence and dismay echoed through the hall of the bar. The attention went to a tall skinny woman and a man in a commando suit but it seemed the confrontation of the two was short lived as she walked away and everyone went back to what they were doing. Jericho shook his head and walked to the bar and ordered his drink, sitting quietly.


(Sorry for the lame post.)

 

[Nyxie]

The room was full of a plethora of differentiating energies from all around. It seemed to just grow and grow, constantly shifting and colliding with itself. As far as Alachei could sense in the Force - quite well, in fact - the fight going on in the heart of the cantina was developing quite nicely and all these different characters around here were powerful and unique in their own right. Well, save the one she had thoroughly evaded... he seemed to prefer brute force over powers.
"Ooh," she murmured at the man's reply. Another obviously important figure was in this bar. Things just kept getting more and more intriguing. "Well, you certainly aren't shy of impeccable timing; the show is about to start...." She was obviously referring to the fight escalating behind them.
Another figure also entered the bar. This one was... different. His aura felt very different from the fighters and instigators in her presence -- not the kind of aura one projects with the Force. Though, she certainly felt something in that as well. He was a very hard read, but he seemed quiet and relatively peaceful for the most part so she did not even bother.
"Hello, friend," Alachei shouted out at the man, now sitting down at the far end all alone. "You may not want to stay there for too long," she said whilst twitching her head back to the side twice to signal him to the confrontation going on. "Flying furniture and what have you.... Come, have a drink, on me."
Alachei pulled a coinpurse from her waist and pulled out a chip big enough to buy the whole shelf of bottles to which the one she wanted rested, let alone just one glass. She grabbed herself an intact cup with the Force and filled it and two others herself when the bottle arrived; corellian brandy this time.
"They seem to forget that power is only useful if it can reach its destination. So, Admiral... what brings a man of your calling to a humble little bar like this?" she asked derisively, while offering him a glass.

@[member="Aken Bosch"] @[member="Jericho"]​

(((not at all, Jericho)))​

 

[Onrai]

"Leave."

He didn't really have much else to say on the matter. "I saw and heard things at the Battle of Yaga Minor that shook me to my core. And I needed time away from the battlefield. Naboo is always a good relaxation location, hence why I came here. To get away."

She was... attractive, in a non-human way. Bosch was surprised that he considered her appealing, considering his traditionally humanocentric Imperial leanings, but she was a step above the average Imperial officer. At least, that's what his crew would think if she returned to the Iceni with him.

@[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

It was becoming boring again. At least for Lilith. Everyone seemed to do their own things, so she decided to go and sit at the corner of the cantina. After all, she was really tired from all the Force usage. She had done so many things with the Force today... She had created illusions, had located a person by his thoughts and many other cool things... Maybe she was advancing? She was already tired of being and apprentice... an initiate. She wanted to be a master already... But it took time to do it, to achieve it. But it was her main goal in life. Well, maybe... She had a few better plans, too, but she decided to keep them in secret... Maybe she'll tell someone about them one day? Or maybe not? It was only her decision. No one else could've manipulated her.

As she sat there in the corner of the cantina, she looked around, just judging the situation. There were a few people who were talking with each other... Some of the people were still arguing. Or it was another argue, which didn't seem as an imposible things, judging by the things that had already happened here... Oh, well... She still felt a bit strange, like she wanted to leave, but she didn't give up. She kept fighting against it, even though it was really powerful.

Her staff stood next to her, ready for everything. But it hadn't helped her at all... Well, it was like a friend or like a companion... and he often talked with him, but... it was not the right thing. She had always imagined the staff answers her questions and wants to hear her... But maybe he didn't? Maybe it would've wanted to sit alone in a corner in... somewhere?