Public Letting Loose in the Lower Levels

[Vulpesen]

The rush of air by his left ear was enough to let Vulpsen know how close he’d come to being sent out of the fight and out of the ring on his back. Though, as fast as the sound came, it was drowned out, as well as the klatooinian fist throwers growl, by the roar of the crowd around them. Bets were called and wagered. Taunts were hurled, and howls for blood pounded against Vulpesen’s senses. In some ways, it was more chaotic than the battlefields he had traveled in his youth.

Perhaps it was that dangerous thrill that now led him to the lower levels of coruscant and further into the basement of one of the more decrepit bars. Here, he wasn’t the Arch-Wilder, the savior of Togoria, or the Vitae Valde. Here he was just another sweat sheened fighter, his torso exposed to show the tapestry of scars on his front and the small sith tattoo on the center of his back. Thankfully, the one sith wars had ended over fifty years ago so he doubted any would recognize the mark for what it was, a certain sign that the black tailed brawler was a force user. Such was the reason that his cloak now sat in a corner, guarded by the promise of credits to the bouncer and the assurance that should any touch the bundle which contained his lightsaber, they’d be the next to face him and there’d be no rules of the ring to protect that unfortunate soul.

“C’mon then,” he challenged with a wry grin. “Or did you get hit too many times with the ugly stick to see straight?” That prompted another wild charge and the klatoonian’s hook was caught by Vulpesen’s forearm just before the zorren could deliver a vicious punch to his foe’s stomach. The resulting growl was cut short as Vulpesen’s hip popped, allowing the extra mobility needed to drive his knee up into the other fighter’s grizzled face. Once more, another shout from the crowd as they bayed for violence.

 

[Zinayn]

This fighter was good. The figure covered in all white watched as the man in the ring continued beating the Klatoonian. His movements were fluid and his strikes and counters precise.

Zinayn couldn’t help but notice the black tattoo on the fighter’s back. It was a symbol of some sort. He couldn’t help but think he’d seen it somewhere in his training…

He dismissed the thought. It was probably some cultural thing. As the man kept knocking down the Klatoonian and the other fighter ( actually, it would be more accurate to call the Klatoonian a victim) kept getting back up.

Zinayn started warming up. In a matter of time, the Klatoonian would fail to rise. He looked over to the other side of the ring. It looked like he was facing a Devaronian.

Zinayn sighed. He’d come here for fun, and he was paired with a Devaronian? He made a mental note to find somewhere else in the underworld to fight, somewhere where they wouldn’t give him boring enemies.

The Chiss continued to watch the man in the ring absolutely demolish the Klatoonian. This man was good. Too good to just be the average underworld brawler. Maybe…

Zinayn stretched out with the Force, instantly becoming aware of the life forms around him. Feelings of excitement and anxiety flooded into his mind, but that didn’t matter. He focused on the current winner in the ring and probed deeper. Could that man be a Force-user?

 

[Jesse Organa]

Vulpesen

Interplanetary wrestling was a sight to behold.. the usual means of it could be altered so much depending on the aliens involved. Not just a difference in height or gender... builds or even skill level... you could end up with something that was a wonderful match... or as she watched the two now.. something that looked like an old man schooling another. She did grin and remembered when she had been forced to fight and it had not been nearly as entertaining at the time. Pirates were not entertainer as it were she had found out while watching the rest of the crowd and breathing in the excitement. The Church of the Force traveled around and there was always a chance that they would be able to help people or spread the good deeds done by the jedi there were so many who pushed any mistakes.

 

[Vulpesen]

The klatoonian was swaying now and Vulpesen couldn't help but grin. At this point, he was playing to the crowd, his feet nimbly dancing about as bets were risen and placed by the drunkards and fools who couldn't yet see the writing on the walls. His dancing however was halted as a peculiar feeling washed over him. Vulpesen's senses and ears pricked ash glanced to the crowd. Someone knew. His eyes narrowed as he searched the crowd, curiosity overcoming him for a moment. That moment would be short lived as a massive fist filled the edge of his vision, the klatoonian having rallied enough to throw one ill formed hook at the Zorren's jaw.

Had the ugly mugged fighter now had been battered senseless, perhaps he'd have thrown the punch with properform and stood a chance at doing some real damage. As it was, the punch was clumsy and instinct alone was enough to see Vulpesen through the attack. He leaned into the attack, letting the klatoonian's arm collide feebly against his shoulder while the force in the brute's fist sailed past. That's enough. The zorren thought. He'd gotten lucky with that punch and it wouldn't do to embarrass himself with further distractions. Keeping close tot he klatoonian he drove two punches hard into his opponents side, forcing him to double over before one final shot caught him square on the chin.

There was a thud as the klatoonian finally collapsed to the ground and silenced reigned for a beat before being shattered by a thunderous roar. Curses and laughter spilled out in equal measure as credits were exchanged. Vulpesen for his part, made his way to the ring leader and took the bag of credits set aside for the victor before turning on his heel. This time, without the distraction of someone trying to batter him into unconscious, he was quick to find the eyes landing on the chiss at the edge of the crowd.

Jesse Organa Zinayn

 

[Plikh'ala'niu (Khalani)]

Keep posting on wrong character lol

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn nodded as the Klatoonian finally went down. The victor (a Zorren, now that Zinayn could see him properly) walked off and took the bag of winnings. It would be quite impressive, the Chiss thought, if the man was indeed just a normal brawler. But a non Force sensitive was this good, they must have trained for decades.

Zinayn raised an eyebrow as the Zorren came his way. That pretty much confirmed that the fighter was Force-sensitive. He had sensed the Grey Jedi’s Force probe.

This would be an interesting interaction.

Tag: Jesse Organa Vulpesen

 

[Jesse Organa]

Vulpesen

and just like that it was over... a wonderful showing she had to admit and even better i some cases. She could see the crowd was just as excited as well and were providing cheers still. There was the winning most likely as she walked and got some looks but stood in the form fitted outfit that allowed her to walk around. Her hair in a tight ponytail to expose her neck and earrings. She weaved down below and spoke with a smile on her face. "Quite a fight." She bowed though and was checking out more of what they had to work with and the people were a distraction she observed many of them around. There was a chiss and it was interesting when she clasped her hands in front of herself.... very different then being at the church.

 

[Vulpesen]

"Say a word and there won't need to be a ring for us," Vulpesen stated simply as he approached the chiss. He rose a hand to run through his long hair, straightening some of the tangles that had come from the exertion of his fight. It hadn't been his first round and he was already making plans to go another. He didn't really need the coin, but it would be nice to have some bar money without dipping into the coffers and causing a headache for his children who now controlled the royal purse. Rather, his time here was simply a diversion from the rigors of being a powerful force user dedicated to beating back evil in the galaxy.

With a rising reputation in the underworld pits as a proficient fighter, the Shadow Fox was a growing star amongst fighters. But that fame would dry out like a puddle under the Tatooine sun if his abilities were discovered. Fighting a Zorren pugilist was one thing. Fighting an ex-jedi who could become a walking tempest was quite another. The last thing Vulpesen needed was for his fun to be spoiled by a wayward wagging tongue. "If you keep quiet, I'm happy to buy a round for ya. I'll buy two if we end up in the ring against each other."


His ears flicked as he sensed another presence coming towards them. He turned and gave them a brief nod, accepting the praise for a job well done. It had been one of his better fights. The klatoonian had been clumsy and simple. His strength might have done well against any street rat or the average rabble, but all it took was a bit of skill to make all that rippling muscle completely useless. "Been looking for a real one all night."

Jesse Organa Zinayn

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn smiled under his hood at the Zorren's threat. "Oh no, you don't understand, I'm not here to expose you! That would bring an end to the almighty Shadow Fox! No, that would be quite rude of me. You look like you need the coin. And fighting you in the ring would be suicidal for me, hand-to-hand."

He was interrupted by the referee calling him up to the ring. Zinayn took off his cloak, revealing a muscular torso and hardened arms. "Take my cloak for me, bud," he said to the Zorren, patting him on the shoulder.

The crowd, unfamiliar with the Chiss species, went quiet. Then, the Devaronian stepped in. A hulk of a figure, Zinayn's opponent must have been seven feet tall and four hundred pounds. Not a fair fight in the slightest. "READY, SET, GO!!!!" yelled the referee. The crowd went wild as the Devaronian advanced with long strides.

Zinayn yawned. The Devaronian raised an arm high above his head. Downward smash. When the Chiss was studying his opponent during the Zorren's fight, he estimated that the Devaronian's forearm was about ten centimeters wide.

Zinayn sidestepped out of the way. The Devaronian's smash hit the ground with a bang! and he turned his head to look at his opponent. Glowing red eyes looked back. Without wasting more time, he brought his fist back, stepped forward, and let his arm unwind. He felt a satisfying crunch of bone as he struck the Devaronian in the nose. Blood sprayed onto his fist, and the alien struggled to rise.

The crowd gasped and some started cheering. Zinayn would let his opponent rise. In the meantime, he sneaked a glance behind him, towards the Zorren.

Vulpesen

 

[Jesse Organa]

Vulpesen

She bowed and ordered a drink.. watching the exchange and raising an eyebrow... if the man was some secret fighter just saying his name seemed a little... risky and then it looked like he was trying to impress him. "Well her certainly wants your attention, haven't seen a look like that ellicited since.... damn no man has ever looked at me like that. You should ask him for dinner first." She said it offering only a grin and took a drink. "I am Jesse from the Church of the Force." She said it and offered a hand but wasn't worried while the fight was going and the crowd cheered... an interesting display for sure with a smile on her face that was wide as this was good.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen couldn't help but struggle in stifling his laugh. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was money. Still, it was nice to see that his ruse was working and thus he was in no hurry to correct the Chiss' mistake, instead taking the cloak as requested. True to his word, so long as his secret was safe, he was happy to be amiable.

Taking the cloak back to gently lay its folded fabric on a barstool, Vulpesen took a seat and a drink, letting the rough burn ease away the tightness in his muscles as he listened to the musings of the priest. "Call me Fox," he responded to her introduction, his head turning to give a polite nod. His real name, while certainly a long bit of text, was likely to be in a few history books depending on what planet one was learning it from. Fifty years ago might not have been a long time in the grand scale of things, but much had happened, and much of such transpirations had happened at the cause of his own hand.

He swiveled in his seat to watch the fight, a brow raising at the methodical strike. Smooth and efficient. Typical of a Chiss but no less interesting to watch for those that knew what they were looking at. This fight wouldn't be a pair of fighters tearing and beating away at each other like brutes. It would be a living dissection. "Seems he has no trouble gaining attention himself. I almost feel bad for that horned bastard."

Jesse Organa Zinayn

 

[Zinayn]

The crowd cheered him on as he delivered another bone-crushing strike to the Devaronian's bulky figure. Zinayn turned around and raised his arms in the air. The crowd's cheers became a single deafening roar. He breathed it all in. The emotions...they fueled his power and strength. Yet there had to be calm to keep the balance. There was none. Everyone in the crowd was riled up, and there was no one except that Zorren that he could draw indifference from. He grimaced. Zinayn had to finish the fight before he got carried away.

He turned back to the Devaronian, who was on one knee, panting hard. Zinayn leapt forward, fist by his ear. He touched down and twisted his body, putting all his strength into the punch. The contact was crisp. His opponent didn't fly out of the ring, or even stumble back to try and regain balance. He simply crumpled. Immediately, the referee was in his face, holding him back in case he went to hit the fighter again.

Zinayn didn't need the ref to hold him back. He climbed over the ring's ropes and walked over to the Zorren, where his robes were folded neatly on a barstool. "Thanks, pal," he said. Pal certainly wasn't what the Zorren would call him, especially since Zinayn was practically holding a blaster at his head with the threat of blackmailing him and exposing him to the entire underground fight club. Sure would be ugly if all the fans turned into a mob and clobbered the Shadow Fox.

After donning his robes and hiding his face under his hood, the Chiss turned to face a person who was standing next to the Shadow Fox . "Who are you?" he asked.

Jesse Organa

 

[Jesse Organa]

Vulpesen Zinayn

She had to agree with him as the fight continued and took a drink as itended and the man came over. Her eyebrow going up but she remained there while speaking. "JUst Jesse, one of the sisters from the Church of the Force. Spreading good deeds and praise." She shrugged though while Vulps was drinking and she remained there. "IN the case of events like this it also helps to observe different people." She was looking at the chiss for a moment and then over towards Vulps as she was wondering what might be said about it. the Chiurch was largely secular... they were aside from a new temple dedicated to it scattered around the galaxy and only really Arenis was promoting it.

 

[Zinayn]

"Ah I see. You must be very devoted to your job and religion."

Zinayn ordered a water from the bar to quench his thirst. He decided that it would be about time for him to leave soon. He would have to wake up early tomorrow morning to venture to Ord Mantell.

Jesse Organa Vulpesen

 

[Tandi Preegasa]

“Well, well, well,” Tandi said as he recognised an old teacher. He had taken Vulpesen ’s class on Wilder Elementalism. It was quite an interesting lesson, and he had come away with a few new tricks. He was honestly the last person he expected to see here. He figured the Arch Wilder was on some undercover mission. So would keep his secret, but would offer him aid. “It’s been a while.” Tandi lied. It had maybe been a month at best since the lesson. “How have you been keeping?” His eyes scanned over trio, sizing them up. He had cut himself off from the force completely, so any attempt to read him through the force would fail. It was a little trick Tandi’s old Master had instilled in him. Told it would be an invaluable asset when infiltrating Sith Worlds.
Tandi used it more to quiet the ever present buzzing of the Force. Being in tune with everything, all the time was exhausting. So having a way to shut it all out was very helpful.

As part of his Jedi Shadow training, he had built up quite a plethora of identities. While for the most part, he simply enjoyed being himself, coming down to the lower levels every now and then helped him work through things. It also helped that he had a small void stone pendant. Just big enough to neutralise the force around himself.
With the pendant tucked, out of sight under his shirt, he was fairly confident detection through the force would fail. Allowing him to not draw any unwanted attention while pretending to be some ruffian of the lower levels.

 

[Vulpesen]

Something about the way Zinayne said pall made Vulpesen raise a brow as he sipped at his drink. It was an odd threat, largely in that it didn't have the explicit promise of violence like most who saw fit to threaten him. Vulpesen found himself biting back a retort and drowning it with another sip of whiskey. He'd let the chiss hold onto his 'victory,' at least for so long as it cost him nothing to do so. "Can't say I've heard much about the church of the force, though I have come across a few mentions in my readings." He'd remembered some histories wherein the church had been responsible for keeping the jedi traditions alive during the imperial purge, though to what extent they had done so was unknown to him.

His attempts at remembering the information were interupted by a new voice and the Zorren flicked his eyes to the familiar face of one of the jedi padawans. "Been doin' well. Hardly the place I was expecting to see you." Vulpesen's tail flicked up to over his back. He'd yet to put his cloak back on and besides the tapestry of burns and scars, he wasn't a particularly large fan of the sith tattoo that marked the darker moments in his past being seen by one of his students. He hadn't really attempted to hide his past dealings with the sith, but neither had the jedi seen fit to ask any questions that might lead to the revelations.

Zinayn Tandi Preegasa Jesse Organa

 

[Jesse Organa]

"That is usually the best way though.. at least when it comes to spreading word of the good deeds done by the jedi... Though now with so few we are just another sect of force users and non force users who exist and the galaxy will forever keep spinning." She said it and there was a newcomer as she felt a little overdressed in some cases but worth it... and the outfit beat wearing the habit they had at the temple... it helped a little and was mostly for show but... much much better here. She did look at the chiss though... "Devotion is important but not entirely the goal... being able to move through and among the people is what counts and having a good galactic view."

 

[Zinayn]

"An interesting take on life," Zinayn commented. "However, I must excuse myself, I must wake up early tomorrow for a trip to Ord Mantell. Farewell."

The Chiss stepped back and inclined his head politely to the Zorren, Jesse Organa , and the newcomer. He exited the underground fight club, and yawned. He should not have come down here tonight. Now his sleep schedule was all messed up. He would be counting groundlions all night.

Vulpesen Tandi Preegasa