Lorrd. Just like I remember it.

[Viktor Noali]

Is this.... heaven?

Heaven, are you retarded? WAKE UP! He's on that stuff again, he can't hear us...

No... it's to wet to be heaven. Is doesn't rain in heaven...

Am I in hell?

Viktor took a long drag of his casanum laced cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a good length of time before exhaling. A smile slowly began to cross his face as that familiar feeling of calm and well being began to fill his body. Nope, not hell. Definitely Heaven... but why is it so wet? Viktor stumbled and then he fell. Face first onto the road. As he gathered himself slowly and rose to his knees he began to take in his surroundings through his drug-hazed eyes. Rain... is it... raining... Lorrd, for the most part, looked as Viktor remembered it though perhaps a bit wetter at the moment but still just as depressing. The rain had been falling for sometime now without looking like it would let up soon. Aside from Viktor the streets appeared empty, the residents instead opting for dry shelter.

His ebony hair which was usually found meticulously combed and styled clung to his skull heavy with water. Not wanting to draw attention to himself Viktor had left his Sith garb in his hotel room and had opted for a pair of casual pants, boots, a plain t-shirt and a light cargo jacket. All of which were soaked entirely and covered with mud. The only thing that he had brought with him that would identify him as a Force user was his lightsaber which he had managed to keep concealed within his jacket. Perhaps I should've brought a thicker coat.. Perhaps I should've never returned to this forsaken place.

He had a purpose here but he couldn't quite recall why he had come at the moment. He had no home here anymore. Being taken as a child his captors had made sure of that. He had no family, none that he could recall at least. The only thing he had connecting him to this place now was history. Upon setting foot on Lorrd, Viktor had begun to feel uneasy. That uneasy feeling quickly manifested itself into a panic causing the voices which resided in his head to become so unbearably loud that no matter how hard he focused he could not quiet them. That's when somewhere between his second bottle of corellian whiskey and his third spice laced cigarette he had ended up here; on his knees in the rain, covered in mud and too spiced out to think straight. Yup... definitely not Heaven.

Viktor dragged himself to his feet and let his cigarette, which had been efficiently smashed and efficiently soaked with water, roll from his fingers onto the ground. With concentrated effort Viktor began to walk forward, catching himself in a stumble every so often. Left foot, right foot, left foot, blue shoe, wampa tool, bantha tail, jawa stick... Viktor stumbled again but caught himself this time before falling. After a moment of re-balancing Viktor began to march forward again. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

As his surroundings started to look less and less blurry Viktor began to make out the form of two figures approaching him from the distance. As they began to get closer he could hear the unmistakable hiss and grunts of the Dosh language. Trandoshans. Somewhere deep inside Viktor knew the was inevitable. Everytime he came back into the Kanz sector he was hunted by Trandoshan bounty hunters and slavers. Who would've thought killing your master would make you enemies for life? Viktor sighed, he was in no mood for this. Both mentally and physically. Somewhere in the back of Viktor's mind he knew this would happen. Deep down he had probably even wanted it to happen.

"Fel.." Viktor coughed, "Fel... fel... fel..," and with a gag Viktor hunched over a puked. The two trandoshans stopped several meters from Viktor and started to laugh. Holding up a solitary finger, the universal sign to 'wait a moment,' Viktor finished emptying him stomach on the pavement. He was thankful for the cool rain now. Regathering his composure Viktor straightened himself out as much as he could and pointed to the two. "Fellas... or is it ladies? I can never tell with your type."

Both trandoshans quit laughing. Viktor could notice that neither was heavily armored or armed though that hardly meant anything when dealing with a trandoshan.

"You were a fool to return to this sector, slave. An even bigger fool to return to Lorrd. You have no friends here where as we have many," one of the trandoshans barked at him in Dosh. Viktor somehow managed a shrug, his energy was quickly leaving him.

"Well... nobody said life wouldn't be interesting," Viktor mummbled. Both trandoshans had visible holsters worn about them openly revealing their blaster pistols yet neither one of them reached for their weapon as Viktor began to to rummage around in his coat pocket. Viktor quickly gathered that they weren't here to kill him. Capture, most likely. After a brief moment Viktor removed a hard pocket-sized cased and pressed the lightly glowing blue button on the front causing another one of his spice-laced cigarettes to slowly begin to protrude from the retractable opening on the top of the case. Placing the cigarette in his mouth Viktor placed the case back into his coat and the began to pat himself casually as if searching for something.g

"Lighter... lighter... Neither of you would happen to have a lighter, would you?" Viktor asked.

"No more games, slave. You're coming with us. Either whole or in pieces, it matters not to us," The trandoshan barked. Again Viktor held up his finger signaling for them to 'hold on a second.' He reached into his coat again and instead removed his lightsaber, gripping the bladed hilt in his right hand.

"No need," Viktor began. "I seem to have found it." With a press of his finger the crimson blade of his lightsaber ignited with a thunderous boom. As Viktor took a step forward the trandoshans took a step back. As Viktor's confidence began to grow his lightsaber began to hiss and crack. A nauseating feeling began to fill Viktor's stomach again as the crimson blade began to pulse with energy. With a large crack the crimson blade became nearly entirely engulfed by what appeared to be lightning before powering off and quieting itself. His blade was temperamental as it is, the rain was clearly making it worse. To the sound of renewed trandoshan laughter Viktor began to beat the hilt with his off hand. Great. The trandoshans stepped toward.

"Enough slave," one of the trandoshans began, "we end this now."

Viktor gripped the hilt firmly in his hands. If he couldn't use the lightsaber's blade in this rain he would put his custom hilt to use. Normally Viktor wouldn't have much problem dealing with these two but in his current state it would be a battle. Viktor was going to get bloodied. There was no way around that. But he would never become a slave again. Never.

 

[Bloodknight]

[member="Viktor Noali"]

A loud crack comparable to that of thunder would sound as a high caliber slug passed in front of Viktor's face just close enough to ignite the cigarette between his teeth at its tip. Andreas Wintergreen, a rather renowned Firrerreo bounty hunter, assassin and sometimes body guard strolled across the street with his .48 Caliber Enforcer in hand. He was without his helmet so there were streaks of rain running down the golden-bronze skin of his face and dripping off the silver and black hair of his dreads and goatee. The rain also dripped off the waterproof chromed durasteel plates and orange-red akk dog scales of his Practical Suit.

The stroll was so casual that the trandoshans had time to look each other and have a quick exchange of confused questioning. They turned from each other to say something to the bounty hunter, but he cut them off immediately

"You two have quite the bounty on your heads. I wouldn't be hanging around in public harassing civilians if I were you. Not that it would make any difference with how easy it was to track you down." He explained to the two, speaking fluent Dosh.

Seeing that the trandoshans had their blasters holstered, Andreas did the same with his enforcer pistol and settled into a stance that hinted at a combination of stava and teras kasi beside Viktor.

"I could take them alone, but feel free to pitch in if you feel like it. Don't expect a share of the bounty though."
He said to the dark jedi padawan beside him.

 

[Baalagor]

In comparison to the serene temples on Voss or the quiet of the Crystal Caves on Ilum, Lorrd was a planet rather chaotic not just on the surface, but within the ethereal as well. It was unrestrained in every aspect, from those that walked the streets carelessly to the rain that fell from the sky. A lawless world in the Outer Rim, a far cry from those planets Syala had found herself on previously. Somewhere most wouldn't have expected a Jedi to venture, if just because of where it sat in the larger galaxy. But it was those streets which she currently found herself exploring, her awareness in the Force extended about her in all directions, an impromptu sort of alarm system. It would allow her to be perfectly aware of any and all within such a radius and their intentions, whether for good or ill.

Through that same makeshift web of energy she felt the confrontation, the tension humming through just as strongly as if she had been there witnessing it firsthand. With a lack of much else to do she deemed it worthy of investigation, if just to experience life outside of the Order. Clad in her own Jedi robes with her lightsaber at her waist, though concealed beneath the dark outer robe, she was capable of defending herself despite what others may have thought. It was true that she stood out in a crowd, especially here of all places, but she wouldn't have ventured beyond Voss had she not believed herself aptly prepared in at least one aspect. It was one thing to not seek out a fight, but another to be prepared for one should the situation arrive in which some form of self-defense was necessary.

The gunshot rang out into the air just as soon as the four came into sight, the sound echoing against the silence of rainfall. With the hood of her robes raised, leaving only her brown hair visible where it fell across her shoulders, still allowing her to perceive the world through grey-blue eyes, she slowly approached, remaining outside of conversational distance and far away enough that she hopefully wouldn't fall suspect right away. Preoccupying herself with her immediate surroundings she observed the encounter through her peripheral vision, noting that all seemed surprisingly silent despite the fact that any of them seemed seconds away from drawing a weapon and bringing things to a rather bloody, violent end. They were conversing, that much was true, but she wasn't able to here from where she stood.

For a brief moment she glanced to the lightsaber one of them held, her curiosity piquing. It was already evident through the Force that he was sensitive, though he chose a decidedly darker path. The one with the pistol that had approached appeared to have a connection to the energy field as well, his aura dancing the line between light and dark, reminiscent in a way to that of her own Master. The Trandoshans were beside themselves, or so it seemed, unsure of what to make of the new arrival in combination with the one which they had already been seeking. They were weighing their odds against taking on the two of them at once, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before a fight broke out. It would depend on how exactly things transpired as to whether or not she would have to intervene.

[member="Hazard"], [member="Viktor Noali"]

Spoiler

[member="Connor Harrison"], because he wants to follow.

 

[Viktor Noali]

[member="Syala Daivik"] [member="Hazard"]

Spoiler

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Viktor took a long drag of his newly lit carsunum laced cigarette before letting it fall from his lips onto the wet pavement. That was a neat tick. Aside from the warm fuzzy feeling he gets he smokes these the spice in it also acts as a stimulant both mentally and physically. That solid drag had Viktor feeling... Well.. LESS dunk... The rain had made finishing it impossible. Honestly he was surprised he was able to smoke it at all. With a step to his left Viktor re-balanced himself and found new, semi-solid footing.

He then turned his attention to the armored, dreadlocked individual who began to walk toward him yelling Dosh at the trandoshans. Viktor tilted his head slowly to the side and studied the individual. His dosh is perfect. His interest had been significantly peaked. As the man mentioned bounty it clicked. Bounty hunter. Makes sense. The trandoshans appeared a little hesitant. Now that it wasn't a fair fight they didn't seem nearly as sure of themselves. Viktor wondered how long it would take before they drew those blasters they wielded. When the bounty hunter lowered himself into a fighting stance he noticed the teräs käsi influence immediately but it was clearly altered. Most interesting...

After announcing his intentions of attempting to claim the bounty and being rude about not wanting to share the reward for participation, Most Rude...., Viktor took a step back and put the bounty hunter between himself and the trandoshans. He placed his lightsaber back in his inside jacket pocket in an attempt to keep it dry and gave an open handed gesture toward the empty space.

"Feel free," he said with a slight slurr. Viktor took another step back and began to stumble. His attempt to catch himself failed and he ended up falling down rather ungracefully onto his back. Yup, still kind of drunk. Viktor coughed and sat himself up slowly. "Yeah, you go ahead," Viktor began as he fumbled around his pockets and removed his cigarette case once more, "I'm just going to watch."

Viktor began to search his pockets for a lighter. Lighter, lighter... lighter..

YOU DONT HAVE A LIGHTER! You don't have to yell... Yeah, don't yell. YES I DO HAVE TO YELL! HE SHOULD BE RIPPING THESE CREATURES TO PIECES WITH HIS BARE HANDS! INSTEAD HES SITTING IN THE MUD FUMBLING FOR A LIGHTER LIKE AN IDIOT.

"Shhh. Stop talking," Viktor whispered through a clenched jaw. He began to search more frantically.

Wha... You can hear us? SEE IT WORKED! Great, it worked now stop ye...

"I said quiet." Coming to the relization that he had no lighter Viktor set his cigarette case on the ground next to him and sighed. It was going to be a very, very long day. Before Viktor turned his focus to the bounty hunter in anticipation of the fight an interesting itch began to form in the back of Viktor's skull.

Whoa, who's doing the tickling? Isn't that your thing? No... It's not my thing.... What does that even mean.... You know what it means. Stop it. If it's not you two and it's not me then what is it? Is it a Force tingle? Is that a thing? I'm still kinda new at this Force thing. Force... tingle?

Viktor scratched his head. He didn't know exactly what he was sensing but he couldn't help but feel that the bounty hunter wasn't the only one in the vicinity that was interested in this engagement.

Yeah. Force tingle.

Viktor suddenly began to feel very, very sober.

 

[Bloodknight]

With Viktor gone and the number of opponents halved to just one, the trandoshans apparently had a boost of morale because they were now closing in on Andreas, who was closing the distance himself. As he walked towards them, the bounty hunter scanned what he could see of their bodies for weapons or other threats and upon finding only two blasters, he decided that this was going to be easy. As soon as they were in close the fight started.

One of the trandoshans sent a right hook, but Andreas was faster. He sent his own right hook forwards, snapping his left foot back as he did this in order to increase the force of his punch as it head towards the trandoshan's face. Now, he wasn't any expert on trandoshan physiology--and even if he was, he wouldn't be able to tell the different types apart due to him damaged eyes only seeing shades of red--but he was sure the audible crunch and feeling of cartilage and bone giving way to the force of his punch meant his scaly target was very dead. Grabbing the guy before his corpse could hit the ground, Andreas swung him into his friend, who was preparing to attack the bounty hunter. Back on the prison planet that was his home world, Wintergreen had to learn never to focus solely on one target when there are others nearby. The people there were beyond ruthless and turning your back to one of them in a fight was a great way to get stabbed in it or worse. So he was not surprised when the remaining trandoshan tripped over the other's body in the middle of what was supposed to be a sneak attack. He moved fast, raising his leg to stomp down on the head of the now-fallen trandoshan, but his target rolled to the side and out of the way of his boot which ended up putting a small crack in the rain-soaked duracrete instead. Seeing that his target had gotten up to the side of him, Andreas swung his arm around in a backhand fist that was weaved under just in time. He quickly brought his arms up to block the incoming flurry of punches before once again going on the offensive. When the trandoshan threw a left hook, Andreas grabbed his wrist with his right hand and caught the other hook with his left, leaving his target's arms crossed at the elbows in an "x". After this, he simply leaned to one side and twisted the arms against each other in his direction, causing the trandoshan to flip sideways.

His target would have ended up on the ground again had he not been skilled enough to land on his feet when he was flipped. Clearly, the man Andreas was fighting was no stranger to hand to hand combat. He gripped the bounty hunter's arms and pulled him into a knee to the abdomen. Andreas, who was only protected by a shirt of akk dog scales in that area, felt the full force of the knee and was completely winded by the second, third, fourth and fifth knee that found it's way to his gut. Withstanding the pain, Andreas headbutted the trandoshan right in the snout, loosening the latter's grip enough for him to bring his arms up and into his target's scaly jaw then clasp his hands together, bring them down on his target's head and elbow him in the face. Andreas watched, bemused and smiling, as the dazed trandoshan staggered backwards, leaking blood copiously from his face. It was time to finish this.

The trandoshan let out a pitiful wheeze as he was front kicked into the wall of a nearby building. He tried to move, but Andreas was on him in seconds. The bounty hunter began placing punch after punch into his target's abdomen. The trandoshan's back to a wall, there was no way to transfer any of the force into motion, so his abdomen took the brunt of every impact. There was no air coming from his mouth now, only blood. That wonderful essence that shone brightly with every color of the visible spectrum and provided the only source of color in a universe Andreas otherwise saw in grey scale due to his damaged eyes. The sight spurred the bounty hunter on and the time between his punches gradually decreased as his blows increased in speed, power and resolve with his desire to see more. When Andreas had turned the trandoshan's rib cage into nothing more than a pile of shards stabbing his own innards, the matukai adept rose his fist in an uppercut that sent a spray of blood high up the wall of the house he just killed the guy on. He watched as the rain washed the kaleidoscopic liquid off the wall and down the sidewalk and stepped to the side to allow his target's body to fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Well, all in a day's wo--"

Andreas suddenly cut himself off as he caught movement right on the edge of his peripherals and everything from then on was if it were in slow motion. He turned to see the other trandoshan, whom he thought to have died, holding out his blaster. Normally, Andreas wouldn't have anything to worry about. Normally, he could dodge a blaster bolt with ease. As long as it wasn't already moving towards him and close enough for him to feel its heat on his face like this one was now. But maybe he could--

Then all thought suddenly stopped. His head snapped back with the force of the bolt as it burned a smoking gash into his forehead. He was able to sense the force signature of another force sensitive newcomer nearby before everything went black. Now his own body was laid out across the ground in the rain.

[member="Viktor Noali"]
[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

The fight itself, Syala supposed, wasn't something entirely unusual. For a place like this it was probably a regularity, if anything. Still, it was impressive to witness the man in combat, it blatantly obvious that he was well-adjusted to these sorts of scenarios. It seemed at first that she wouldn't have to make her presence known beyond simply standing there as a silent observer. That she would be able to return to Voss without having to more or less announce her presence on Lorrd as an outsider beforehand. All of these thoughts processed in the seconds before the blaster was fired into the silence, disrupting that quiet as one of the men fell to the ground. That left the other still standing, though he seemed to be just a bit out of things, and the final Trandoshan still armed. All of those issues gave her ample reason to step in.

Stepping forward she closed the distance in seconds, turquoise blade snapping into existence just in time to deflect another blaster bolt back at its origin, the hood of her robes remaining raised. This was her first real combat scenario, and she opened herself up to the Force as she had been taught, her movements seeming to come instinctually. Taking a few more steps towards the Trandoshan she continued to deflect the shots as they were fired, eventually managing to incapacitate the man, blaster falling to the ground and out of reach with a clatter. At that moment she picked it up and pocketed it within her robe, extinguishing her weapon but keeping her senses open in anticipating another attempted attack. Hooking the lightsaber at her waist she glanced towards the other stranger for a moment, eventually turning away.

Without a word she knelt beside the fallen man, checking for a pulse before she drew on the Force to attempt to heal his wound. From his skin tone she had recognized him as being of an alien species, though Near-Human in nature. That left a number of variables, one of them being his immediate survival of this injury. There were certain species that had rapid enough healing factors that they were able to recover from wounds even as seemingly deadly as this in hours or days, and she was one to be certain to do all that she could before the thought of giving up even crossed her mind. Keeping her head down and focused on her work, it was as if she hardly noticed the presence of the other individual sitting on the ground, let alone acknowledging his being there in the first place.

Slowly she raised her head, turning slightly to look at the man. "Do you know him?" She gestured with her head to indicate the bounty hunter whose wound she was still attempting to heal, succeeding marginally well despite her general inexperience. Her gaze briefly strayed to the Trandoshan that was wounded but still alive. "I would recommend calling the authorities, or otherwise finish your business with him." While she would have much rather preferred to take the least violent route, she understood the value of giving another their free will in these situations. The Jedi were simply the guardians of peace, but she considered it at least part of his choice if he wanted to further that agenda, given that he seemed to have been involved with the Trandoshans beforehand. "Quickly, if you would."

Turning her attention back to the wounded bounty hunter, the corners of her mouth tightening in concentration, though she didn't allow herself to falter, knowing that this may have been the difference between life and death for him. Though she hadn't expected her first venture out of the Temple alone to result in such a complex scenario so soon, it was something she had to deal with at the moment, whether she liked it or not. Her conscience wouldn't let her rest otherwise, as doing what she deemed to be correct took precedence most times under any circumstances. "Come on. You'll be fine." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, and once more she cast a brief look to the second stranger, to see if he'd moved a muscle since she'd last spoken.

[member="Hazard"], [member="Viktor Noali"]

Spoiler

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

Aha! It was a force tingle! Now I know that’s a thing. It’s not a force tingle… What is it then? It is force sense… The Force is a power beyond yo… Force sense? I think I like Force tingle better. I agree, Force tingle makes more sense. Get it, sense?! …

Viktor watched as the bounty hunter dropped from a rather well placed blaster shot to the head. Well done lizard-breath. He began to draw himself to his feet but stopped short. That strange tingling feeling in his head had become stronger and he couldn’t help but feel like somebody was approaching. At the familiar sound of a lightsaber igniting Viktor turned his attention to the hooded individual who rushed into the scene and recognized the Jedi robes immediately. As the force user charged the trandoshan deflecting his blaster fire with a sort of grace Viktor waited in anticipation for the killing blow. He was mildly disappointed when the Jedi merely disarmed their opponent and knocked him unconscious.

Walks like a Jedi, Talks like a Jedi, Must be a….

“Jedi.” Viktor spoke softly. As the hooded individual knelt down to pick up the blaster Viktor raised himself to his feet. As he began to step forward she glanced at him for the briefest moment and he met her eyes with his. A lady Jedi. Today MUST be my lucky day.

Our lucky day you mean. I saw her first. You didn’t see her. Well I felt her first. That doesn’t sound right. I Force tingled her first? That doesn’t sound right either. Will you both… please…

He continued to watch her as she proceeded to kneel and examine the downed bounty hunter. “Boys!” Viktor laughed. He wasn’t entirely sure where this conversation was going but he had found it amusing to say the least. “Let’s stay focused shall we? She looks like a child.” He didn't always get along with the voices in his head but every now and then they had their moments. He took a step forward toward the downed trandoshan slightly stumbling again. He was very much regretting that second bottle of whiskey. Closing his eyes Viktor took a couple of short, measured breaths and tried to focus. As he concentrated he could almost feel the individual molecules of the alcohol and carsunum in his blood. He hadn't practiced this skill often, much preferring to feel the effects of his intoxication but he had practiced it enough to be useful. It was an odd feeling and one he wasn't sure he'd ever get accustomed to. Taking another deep breath through his nose he was starting to feel better. Then the Jedi spoke, interrupting his concentration. Opening his eyes he looked at her and then at the bounty hunter still laying on the ground. Viktor wasn’t sure how much of the intoxicants he was able to purge from his body but he almost felt completely sober. His vision was no longer twisted and blurred and his feet felt like they were firmly attached to the ground.

“No. I don’t know him,” Viktor began as he shifted his attention to the trandoshan and began to march toward him, “but if he wakes up tell him he’s splitting the bounty.” Viktor had come to Lorrd seeking a particular trandoshan from his past. He was quite aware all he would have to do was slum around the planet for a few days before they'd come to him. It had been over a week and Viktor had almost lost himself completely in his vices and forgot what he was doing there in the first place. Stepping up to the trandoshan Viktor kicked him viciously in the side startling the lizard back to consciousness. It hissed violently. Well as violently as it could in the condition it was in. With his left hand outstretched toward the trandoshan Viktor began to focus.

Oh yeah! Blood and guts time! This is what I’m talking about!! What’s he doing? Quiet… Let him focus…

After a brief moment the trandoshan began to slide helplessly across the rain soaked pavement. Slowly at first he quickly began to gain momentum. As it dug it's claws helplessly into the ground in a fruitless attempt to struggle against Viktor's telekinesis Viktor paced after him slowly allowing a warped grin to form on his face. With a thunderous crash the trandoshan slammed into the wall face first and continued to slide up the wall until it was upright once more. Keeping his hand held out Viktor kept the lizard pinned face first against the wall.

He looked back to the Jedi and spoke monotonously, he wasn’t sure he knew how to properly deal with her yet. “No need to call the authorities. I just need to have a word with my new friend here.” Again Viktor removed his lightsaber from his coat and gripped the bladed hilt in his right hand. Once he was in close enough distance Viktor released his Force hold on the trandoshan and gripped the lizard’s skull with his free hand. Placing his face close to his prey's ear Viktor began to whisper. “Where is Katossh?” The trandoshan hissed, grunted and attempted to push back against Viktor. In quick succession Viktor ignited his lightsaber, pulled the trandoshan back from the wall and proceeded to remove both of the lizard’s legs below his knees in one crimson sweep of his blade. The air was filled with the sounds of the trandoshan's agonizing screams.

“There are TWO WAYS WE CAN DO THIS!” Viktor began to yell at his amputate opponent. “The easy way and the FUN WAY!” With another vicious slash Viktor removed the trandoshan's right arm below the elbow. Again the lizard yelped in pain and began to curl into a ball. Viktor knelt beside the trandoshan, his lightsaber crackling and hissing in the rain. “It just depends on how many pieces you want them to find you in.” The trandoshan mumbled something in Dosh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t HEAR THAT!” Viktor removed the trandoshan’s left arm. “WHERE IS KATOSSH!”

Blood! Blood! Chop him up! Chop him up!

Viktor extinguished his lightsaber and proceeded to mount what remained of the trandoshan. Gripping the bladed pommel in his hand he began to beat at the lizard viciously and continued to scream. “WHERE IS KATOSSH!”

It didn’t take long before Viktor was covered in blood and beating a lifeless corpse. He took a deep breath. Running his blood stained hand through his wet and wildly untamed hair Viktor took a moment to regain his composure. He rose and slowly turned to look at the Jedi and the bounty hunter.

"Is he alive?"

[member="Syala Daivik"] [member="Hazard"]

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[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Bloodknight]

Mere moments after Syala set to work healing Andreas, the wound on his forehead began to heal rapidly before her eyes. The blackened and charred skin around the gash smoothed over as it lightened into the golden bronze hue that was his complexion. This skin then proceeded to dilate over the bone of his skull until the gash was closed and there was no sign it ever existed. Just as his wound closed, Andreas's heterochromatic blue and green eyes shot open and looked into the grey-blue ones of the woman above him. Moving out of pure instinct, Andreas snapped an arm up and attempted to push the woman away with the intent of gaining distance. Leaning back, he quickly flipped onto his feet, only to regret the resulting migraine before he could do much else.

Standing tall, he resisted the urge to groan and massage his temples. As per his years on his home planet, Andreas preferred to never show any signs of distress or weakness lest it be capitalized upon. He distinctly remembers using the force to harden his forehead so that the blaster bolt would only knock him out and his healing factor would do the rest. But he didn't think he'd wake up this fast. Placing a finger to his forehead, he frowned in confusion. He didn't think the wound would heal this quickly either. He could hear the man behind him yelling and the Trandoshan hissing, but Andreas kept his attention on the woman in front of him. By the look of her robes, she was some kind of Jedi. Keeping a hand near the sonic blaster strapped on his hip, he questioned her.

"Who are you?"

Though with his tone it sounded much more like a command than a request.

[member="Syala Daivik"]
[member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Baalagor]

Spoiler

Apologies for taking so long to post, wisdom teeth are no fun. [member="Connor Harrison"]

The subsequent brutal death of another sentient rippled through the Force, a feeling unlike any Syala had ever experienced before. It seemed to cling to her every nerve ending, a sickening perfume of destruction that was slow in leaving, almost tangible in the air itself. It was a suffocating feeling, the murder of another being, and one she knew she never wanted to experience again. That the man was capable of such senseless violence without so much as the blink of an eye shouldn't have surprised her, and it didn't, after what she had heard of the Sith. This was but a glimpse of the horrors the greater galaxy had seen while at their mercy, and it only served as a reminder of just what she and her fellow Jedi fought for every day. Freedom was an important facet, but not when it led to acts such as this.

In the next moment the bounty hunter awoke, his sudden movement catching her off guard. Still, her arm raised to block his own, regarding the both of them carefully as she slowly stood, the hood of her robes still remaining stubbornly raised. The monumentally fast healing of the man's wound had gone far from unnoticed, which, along with his complexion, placed him as a member of a near-human species. Unsurprising, given that he'd managed to survive a direct blaster shot to the head. That narrowed down the number of species considerably, though more research into the subject would have to be done at a later date. With the two men in her present company being mostly unknown entities, it would be her wisest decision to focus her awareness on their actions rather than the specifics of their descent.

The question posed jarred her from these idle thoughts, her gaze shifting to the two individuals, appraising them both calmly. Not quite responding to the bounty hunter's inquiry just yet, the corners of her mouth tightened slightly in minute concern at his physical condition. "I would advise against any sudden movements for the time being. Despite your own advanced healing and my ability to accelerate the process via the Force, you won't be up to par for a day or so, at the very least." Young she may have been, but she was knowledgeable enough to at the very least direct others in what was in their best interests to preserve their health. Whether they chose to accept her advice was another matter altogether, but she wasn't one to force her own words upon another. That was ultimately their decision.

"My name is Syala Daivik, Knight of the Silver Jedi." Her voice was just loud enough to be audible, as it always was, even that speaking of her gentle and caring demeanor. Through the Force her aura emanated an unnatural calm, something unnerving to most until they became accustomed to it. But it was just as innate as her connection to the ethereal itself, and something that wasn't within her power to remedy. "What of the both of you?" It was only fair that the same inquiry be returned, so that she could at the very least be aware of who she was speaking to, and who she had just assisted. Slowly she reached up with both hands to lower the hood on her outer robe, finally revealing her willowy features that held a wisdom which seemed to greatly exceed her sixteen years of age.

[member="Hazard"], [member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

Spoiler

No worries [member="Syala Daivik"]. I am all too familiar with the burden of wisdom teeth.

The bounty hunter was very alive, much to Viktor's surprise. Viktor watched him as he deftly flipped from the ground and onto his feet. He had heard of certain individuals able to recover from these sort of wounds before but he had never witnessed the feat up close. It would appear to be a most useful skill to have, to recover from a blaster bolt to the forehead.

As he looked back between the two of them he wasn't sure what to think. He hadn't expected to encounter anybody on his quest, let alone a seemingly unkillable bounty hunter or a Jedi for that matter. The unnatural calm that now radiated from the Jedi's aura had begun to make Viktor uneasy.

Ugh, what is this STENCH reeking from her? It's so... passive... It's actually kind of nice. It's making me a little sleepy. Ugh, make it stop! Just try and block it out...

Viktor shook his head, attempting to shake this calming fog from his mind. He casually stepped forward and placed his lightsaber back in his pocket. As the Jedi spoke to the bounty hunter, such caring advice, Viktor couldn't help but scoff at her display of concern. He made a mental note of her compassion, a trait that could easily be turned into a weakness. Once she had announced herself as a Silver Jedi he instantly became intrigued. Having never encountered a Silver Jedi before Viktor only knew what he had been told about them, which admittedly wasn't much. He hadn't necessarily joined the One Sith because he shared their vision, Viktor thirsted for power and the Sith believed in gaining power at any cost. That was something he could relate to. Senseless violence only appealed to Viktor on occasion. Once her hood was lowered Viktor studied the women's face. She was indeed young, yet when she introduced herself Viktor sensed she was wiser then her age made her appear.

"My name is Viktor Noali, an Acolyte of the One Sith," he had said to her softly, keeping his voice as calm as he could manage. "But today... today I am just Viktor."

He began to turn from the two of them but stopped as he began to realize that they may in fact be able to help him. The rain continued to fall like daggers from the sky and the commotion on the street would no doubt attract the attention of the local authorities before too long. It wouldn't surprise Viktor if they'd already had been reported. Looking back to the two of them he began to speak again.

"Bounty Hunter," he began. "Claim these two and be on your way if you wish. If credits are your goal I would suggest we converse further." Now turning his attention to the Jedi he took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if asking her for assistance was the proper thing for him to do. He knew most of his fellow Sith wouldn't have waited before charging at her with killer intent. Viktor saw no immediate gain in that course of action. He had come here for reasons that didn't involve engaging Jedi in fisticuffs.

"And you, Jedi. You have managed to stumble into a most interesting situation. I have no quarrel with you, nor do I seek one. I am here to address other concerns. Your assistance would prove... useful...." Viktor stated as he began to turn his back to them once more. "That is, of course, unless you approve of the enslavement of children. If that's the case, you can remain here with your conscious." He began to walk down the street. "There is a bar, The Lorrdian Twitch, about six blocks down the road just outside of the slums. If you wish to converse further, I'll be there."

With nothing left to say, Viktor made his way towards the bar.

Spoiler

[member="Hazard"]

 

[Baalagor]

Sith. As soon as the word passed his lips Syala became a fraction more interested in just who he was and why the decision had been made to travel to Lorrd specifically. The way he introduced himself spoke of either a reluctance when it came to his position within the Order, or a relative exhaustion with the current circumstances, neither of which would have been surprising. But his being on the planet didn't seem to have anything to do with the sect he called home, or so his remark led her to believe. That did little to reinforce any sentiments about keeping his company for any extended period of time, however. The way he had chosen to deal with the Trandoshan spoke volumes about his personal character, and to her it didn't exemplify the proper traits any individual would want for themselves.

But that didn't make him entirely undesirable, given that he'd chosen to speak rather than fight. Most in his same position would have opted for a weapon rather than the spoken word, and that itself was enough. Being herself one of those Jedi that preferred diplomacy over any violent action, it was something she could find it in herself to appreciate. Most in her position would have likely regarded him as some sort of enemy, and she wasn't entirely exempt from that rule, but without any profound reason to distrust him there was no reason to regard him with any sort of hostility. Jedi she was, but she was also the sort that didn't operate on quite the same traditional frequencies as some others of any Order adhered to. That was just as much due to her own mental functions as it was to who her Master was.

A thoughtful frown found her lips, hood once more raising to disguise her features as the rain continued to fall, the showers seeming to hold their own sort of disregard for any sentient life on the planet. What Viktor had said to her, or rather the invitation that had been extended, left her abundantly curious. Her assistance, that was how he'd phrased it. That left something to her own imagination, but she was careful not to let her mind wander to all of the possibilities just yet. It would be better to discuss the specifics with him rather than assume anything right away. He had mentioned slavery, which likely meant that any help she could provide would lead to combat, if just to deter the slavers. If he had achieved one thing, it was intriguing her enough to pursue further interactions while mostly disregarding her personal feelings on the Order he followed.

Checking to be sure that her lightsaber was carefully hidden beneath her robe she began walking in the direction he had, her pace measured, senses and wits both gathered about her. The Lorrdian Twitch. It was a clever moniker, all told, but she wasn't of a light enough heart in the moment to find any amusement in it. The road to the bar was a surprisingly easy one, with no immediate dangers presenting themselves along the way. Either she was recognized as a Jedi and therefore off limits by any passersby, or the rain had most inhabitants trapped inside with little will or want to instigate any sort of conflict. Both scenarios weren't anything she minded, and she was content to allow whatever thoughts were passing through their minds to continue. It wasn't in her place to dissuade any unfavorable thoughts, but rather correct them if approached.

Progress slowed once she approached the specified establishment, her gaze lifting to regard the building with an unspoken curiosity. But standing there would only serve to draw unwanted attention, and so without another word she pushed through the doors, stepping inside and welcoming whatever future awaited her within.

[member="Viktor Noali"], [member="Hazard"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

The Lorrdian Twitch​

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The Lorrdian Twitch was a locals bar. Located on the outskirts of Lorrdian City at the edge of the slums. It wasn't in the most desirable district for tourists. The regulars of this establishment were the Lorrdian's who lived in this neighborhood and the occasional random spacer that happened to stumble through its doors. Today, however, it appeared that it was filled with everyone who happened to be caught in the area when it had started raining. Each seat at the large center bar was occupied and the air was filled with the boisterous noises of intoxicated patrons and cantina music. Several small tables were spread sporadically throughout the bars interior as well as personal booths lining the the far walls on either side of the bar. Aside from the bartender it was hard to point out the staff through the chaos of busy establishment and even harder to move through the thick crowd.​

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As Viktor entered through the doors of the bar, the rambunctious crowd grew silently instantly with everyone turning their attention to Viktor. It lasted for half a breath before the silence was replaced with cheers. What in the...

Oh yeah! Didn't he win a drinking competition or something? That's right! He drank three bottles of whiskey because that guy told him he couldn't! I said... He shouldn't... Pretty sure I heard couldn't.

Walking through the crowd and ignoring the random pats and cheers he got as he progressed, Viktor pushed his way to the front of the bar and locked eyes with the bartender. Communicating with his fellow Lorrdian kinetically with slight muscle movements, Viktor signaled the bartenter who nodded in response. He retrieved a large black traveling bag that he had been holding and Viktor, after forcing his way between two drunker patrons seated at the bar, reached over the counter and took it. With a gentle knock of Viktor's knuckles on the bar-top the bartender also set down a glass and a bottle of Corellian whiskey.

Oh, are we doing this again? Fanastic. Bottle number four, I am game. I don't think... we can purge.. anymore... intoxicants...

Grabbing the glass, bottle and his traveling bag Viktor proceeded to relocate to the back booth along the back wall. Aside from giving him a view of the entrance and front of the bar it was up against the wall making it impossible for him to be approached from behind. Using his teeth to pull the cork from his bottle, he spat it onto the ground and took a decent swig of the liquor before setting the glass and bottle on the table. Then, without shame, Viktor began to remove his wet clothing to the occasional curious look. Removing his coat first he set his lightsaber down on the table and stripped down to his undergarments. He now opened the bag the bartender gave him and removed the clothing he was more accustomed to wearing. Pulling forth his Sith assassin armor and standard left arm hidden blade he redressed himself, clipping his lightsaber to his waist last.

You feel that? Yup, Force tingle. So the Jedi decided to come... Interesting... Interesting indeed.

Before setting the bag on the ground Viktor removed a small holographic communicator and set it on the table in front of him. He had wanted to do this on his own, but finding his target had proven more difficult then he had assumed. He was going to need help in finding him and that met using his Sith contacts. Using those resources meant possibly alerting his fellow Sith of where he was, but it was a gamble it was looking like he would have to take. He wold only have to hope that his AWOL status wouldn't raise the ire of the Red Assassin himself. Lorrd, with all its faults, was Viktor's home. He would hope to spare it from the wrath of a Sith Lord.

Viktor drew his hood above his head and seated himself in the booth, content on waiting for his new Jedi compatriot.

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

The bar itself was unremarkable, boasting nothing that caused it to stand apart from the millions of other similar establishments that were scattered about the galaxy. The same drunken individuals stumbled about the open room, in various stages of debauchery. While not anything even closely resembling a familiar environment, it was better than being in the middle of a firefight or a similar dangerous scenario. Here Syala would draw attention, an inescapable factor given her position as a Jedi, but something she could deal with. A few sideways glances and blatant stares were far better in comparison to deflecting blaster bolts and incapacitating alien bounty hunters. Compared to the scenario they had met under previously, this was nearly as simple as a walk next to a lake with her Master back on Voss.

Her grey-blue gaze scanned the bar and the tables that haphazardly surrounded it, her senses stretching out through the ethereal, searching for a dark presence that she never imagined recognizing as even remotely friendly. There. Briefly the moniker of Sith flashed through her mind, but she pushed it away before her resolve could be cowed. Before anything else she was a Jedi, dedicated to the protection of any and all sentient beings that inhabited the galaxy. In all respects save his dedications Viktor was just another one of those individuals, and as such she was obligated to assist him in any manner possible. There was no question that those others of the Order would frown upon her sentiments, but she had always been a firm believer in doing what she believed was right, and that included following her own moral compass, firmly so.

Crossing the room her pace was measured, acting as if this was just another social call rather than something that had the potential to develop into a decidedly more deadly situation. Without comment she slid into the booth across from him, the armor and holographic comm giving her pause. The weapon at his waist was difficult to miss, but she didn't regard it as anything special, possessing one of her own and being perfectly capable of defending herself with the plasma blade. What was of a larger concern were his intentions, and why he felt the need to don such protection before speaking with her. Somehow she found it hard to believe that these were precautions taken merely due to his speaking with a Jedi. After all, she and her ilk were regarded as pacifists at best by those of another dogma.

No sign of fear or hesitation was evident in her actions as she met his eyes unflinching, studying him through the ethereal. That same sensation of peace still surrounded her, something she was still incapable of controlling, no matter what he would choose to believe. That same tense silence hung between them, unbroken not by words from her lips nor from communication via other means. The barest of smiles passed across her lips, an action barely noticeable, though his being Lorrdian would likely make such a micro-expression impossible to detect. There was an uneasy stalemate between them that had created itself from the moment they made eye contact out in the rain, manifesting itself through some strange twist in the Force itself, a factor neither of them were likely comfortable with.

"What do you need?"

[member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

Spoiler

Caught food poisoning over the 4th of July weekend. Today I do not feel like I am going to die.

She met his eyes and he met hers, both of them refusing to flinch. Instead they each opted to stand their ground and show each other their resolve. Viktor did his best to maintain a vacant expression upon his face, but the peaceful aura that radiated from her made Viktor feel uneasy. He could not recall a single moment in his life where he had truly felt peace, and the alien sensation he found unnerving. The Lorrdian maintained eye contact while he clenched his fist, which he kept beneath the table. As Viktor began to focus on his anger, remembering why he was here, he noticed the subtle movement of her lips causing his eyes to wander down. A smile... Interesting. The assassin was intrigued, and suddenly his uneasiness was consumed by his curiosity. He watched her closely as she sat across from him.

What... do we need.... Well, she's rather straight forward for a Jedi. What were you hoping for exactly? I don't know, an intellectual conversation? You... want to have... an... intellectual conversation? The fact that you used the word intellectual is impressive in of itself. Hey, what is that suppose to mean? Just... leave it... Does she make anyone else feel funny? Don't... go... there... I'm really sleepy. Just remember why we're here.


The assassin quite suddenly replaced his flat, emotionless face with an obviously exaggerated, ear-to-ear smile which showed all of his teeth. With a practiced hand the Lorrdian grabbed the open bottle of whiskey that rested on the table and filled the empty glass that set next to it. Using a subtle manipulation of the Force Viktor slid the glass across the table and let it come to a stop in reaching distance for the Jedi.

"What do I need?" Viktor asked out loud, his eyes studying the Jedi a for a long moment before falling to the glass that rested before her.

"Is that glass half empty, or half full?" Viktor had said with obvious amusement in his voice. Though he was hardly as inebriated as he had been earlier in the day he still had quite the extravagant buzz, the alcohol helping fuel his flamboyancy. His obnoxious smile slowly turned itself into a deep frown.

"To be honest with you, I'm actually kind of disappointed. After everything I've heard about the Jedi I was really expecting some sort of lecture, an attempt of salvation at least!" Viktor finished with an exclamation. Clearing his throat several times Viktor spoke again, manipulating the muscles in his throat in such a way to mimic [member="Syala Daivik"]'s voice almost perfectly.

"What I need is..... " Viktor began, his voice cracking slightly as he struggled to speak with the unpracticed voice. He let a somber expression appear on his face before he spoke again, his voice once more his own. "What I need is an ally, one who isn't a Sith. There are things that I need to do here... for us... that wouldn't exactly go over well with my fellow Sith."

Viktor took a small pull from the whiskey bottle on the table, letting his eyes wander over the bar crowd. Keeping his eyes on the patrons he spoke again. "This planet if my home, even with all of its scars," Our scars... The Lorrdian turned his attention back to the Jedi and continued to speak. "I'm here to make sure what happened to me never happens to anyone. I am here to remove the taint of slavery that haunts my dreams and my home." Viktor practically spat the word slavery from his mouth. "Cut off the head and the body dies."

Maybe not our body. I'm fairly certain... with no head... we would cease to exist... Or would we be free? Interesting point. Shall we try it? I'd prefer that Viktor keeps his head on his shoulders, to be honest. I know as long as it remains there I remain here. I... concur... Fair enough. Viktor's head shall remain on his shoulders. Hopefully...

 

[Baalagor]

Spoiler

It's no problem at all. Hopefully you'll shake it off and start feeling better soon.

For her own part Syala remained outwardly nonplussed with his antics, merely watching him carefully. Just as her actions piqued his curiosity his did the same for her, and she couldn't quite dismiss them as the consequence of illicit substances with no influences otherwise. Not with his rather erratic behavior. But she wouldn't question him, not wanting to aggravate or otherwise give him cause to distrust her. Their positions at opposite ends of the spectrum did enough by itself, and she didn't intend to toe that line any more than necessary. His aura itself had its own sort of instability that radiated from it, beyond the intoxicants likely flooding his bloodstream to the very core of his being, beyond the surface to what encompassed him as a fellow sentient and Force sensitive both. That would require something more on her own part.

The glass that sat well within reach went unacknowledged, and she disregarded it entirely. In her young age she was far from legal, and beyond that she had no desire to partake in such activities to begin with. Perhaps that made her of the cliched Jedi sort, but to in her mind it extended past nothing more than sensibility. To some degree it seemed as if he was trying to tempt her, but she would remain impassive, her gaze steady. His inquiry in regards to the glass went unnoticed as well, though she could think of a number of answers that would likely remain less than satisfying when it came to what sort of reaction he was looking for. That made it ironic, in a sense, that each had chosen to keep the company of the other for any extended period of time.

Her attention turned instead to his remark in regards to the Jedi. "I don't believe that to be my place. It's evident that you've already chosen your path, and it doesn't seem that anything I can say or do will dissuade you from this road. However much I might disagree, we each must walk our own roads. To turn someone from theirs simply because you believe it to be wrong isn't always warranted. I wouldn't actively attempt to turn another, no matter how self-destructive they might be." That was a rather long-winded speech, but there was a wisdom of sorts that she was possessed of and didn't seen issue in dispensing. And, well, after his making a comment such as that, it was something she was bound to comment on. "If you'd like to have a conversation of that sort, then we can. But something tells me you're here for far more pressing matters."

And such matters were soon revealed to her. That he was a former slave perhaps had something to do with his behavior, and for it she couldn't exactly blame him. After all, it wasn't exactly a place anyone wanted to be, nor was it healthy for any sort of mental development, least of all that of the proper and healthy sort. Most would have accumulated that to his turn to the dark side, and to some degree she couldn't imagine said individual being entirely wrong. But it was a conscious choice, in most every other aspect, and one he had made by himself and on his own time. However, his will and want to abolish slavery meant that he was a degree different than his fellow Sith, and that was enough, for the moment, to give her cause to trust him momentarily. It was something she didn't agree with as well, and so would give them a common cause in the moment.

"The both of us can agree in the fact that slavery is a practice that should be abolished for good across the galaxy. That is, in part, what we Jedi attempt to do if at all possible. I would be willing to assist you with this, as an ally. But you'll have to provide more detail, rather than just stating facts that the both of us are painfully aware of." There would always be evils in the galaxy, so long as people were alive to perpetrate them. The Jedi themselves wouldn't be able to solve things by themselves, but it was better than simply sitting by and allowing things to transpire without at the very least attempting to prevent them. "Not all Jedi are like those that you've been told about. Very few of us abide by any of the stereotypes you were likely informed of. Least of all those of us that call ourselves the Silver Jedi."

[member="Viktor Noali"]