Lost in the mix....

[Ryn'Dhal]

Nar Shaddaa​

Someday. Someday...

Someday I'll never have to set foot on this world again.... the young Jedi mused to himself, strolling along idly, cowl pulled low to hide his.... 'less than humanoid' features. The cesspool of sin, greed, and assorted villainy reeked in the Force, assaulting his senses, both natural and supernatural. His dark robes, and metal quarterstaff, made remaining inconspicuous a relatively simple task, as he strolled through the bazaar. He had sought some rare medicinal herbs, ones not readily available back on Voss.

Countering poisons was no simple task.

But, he'd acquired what he sought, though it did not come cheap. He couldn't risk trying to persuade the dealer down in price, given the Toydarian's mental fortitude. A moments respite was to be had, before heading to his ship to head for home. A cantina, a hole-in-the-wall place. Quiet, and known for a decent broth on the menu. He sidled up to the bar, staff resting just to his side, just in time to witness a near-human female being accosted by a pair of thugs looking for some cheap thrills. A twi'lek and a near-human. Sighing, the cloaked figure leaned slightly towards the three, clearing his throat. "Gentlemen, you can surely see the woman is in no hurry to make further acquaintance with either of you...."

"Yeah, and who asked you?" the Twi'lek sneered in reply, a hand drifting towards a knife, sheathed at his hip, his partner resting a hand on a holstered blaster chuckling along, the two facing the cloaked man fully.

"No one asked, but no one needed. It would be in everyone's best interest if you two just walked away, and found somewhere else to play today." the cloaked man continued, his voice calm, almost soothing in it's richness.

"I think it might be in our best interest if we took you outside and learned you a little something, friend." the near-human replied, his chuckle fading as a cold glare cut across his face.

The cloaked man's drink arrived, one his brother had helped to slowly grow accustomed to. A rich, beautiful, strong beverage, vibrant blue in color. Known simply as a 'Reactor Core'. The drink was downed, and the glass tapped down on the bar, before signalling to the barkeep to prepare another. "First one always quick.... burns like hell...." he muttered, before shifting slightly to face the three. Gesturing to the woman, he'd pause, "I will allow the lady to decide. Should we step outside and speak as men, or shall I turn and walk away, having fully misread the situation...." He shifted his posture slightly, his hood shifting just enough to allow one vibrant, keen, brilliant golden eye, to be visible to the three.

[member=Alice Tarr]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

The woman pulls her arm from the tight grip of the Twi'lek licking his lips as he gazes upon her. She take a second to readjust herself from the grip and stares the other dead in the eyes.

"The first of those two possibilities please." The woman replies to the cloaked man before turning to face the cloaked man.

The two aggressors turn to look at the woman in disgust as she begins to walk away from their embrace, towards a chair. She climbs up to the chair rather tall for her height and casts her gaze upon the three men.

"Well?"

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"Well then, gentlemen, the lady has spoken...." the cloaked man started, gesturing towards the door. Taking the stave in hand, he walked, using it as a walking-staff, out the door. The twi'lek followed, knife being drawn, while the near-human goon unsnapped the clasp keeping his blaster holstered. The cloaked Jedi noted by sound, and the young woman would by sight, but the gunslinger walked with a heavy limp, favoring his right leg.

Outside the door, the twi'lek wasted no time lashing out, aiming to drive the blade into the strangers back. Fortunately.... or rather, coincidentally, the cloaked man suffered a slight misstep, the slight stumble causing him to fall slightly towards the right, his quarterstaff catching in a pitting in the floor, which in-turn tripped up the attacker, sending the twi'lek sprawling embarrassingly across the ground, face first.

Rising to his feet, the twi'lek danced the dagger between his hands, a snarl upon his lips as he glared at the cloaked man, who was reorienting himself at the moment. The gunslinger stood opposite, the entrance to the cantina behind him and just to his left. The near-human drew his blaster, but kept it low, angled towards the ground, but looked eager, ready to shoot. "You got 'em Rook?"

The twi'lek, who's name obviously wasn't 'Rook', based on the emphasis made, smirked. "Aye Bish. I've got this cutter." he'd reply, returning the knife to his main hand. He looked past his target, and his compatriot, to the pretty young thing he was eyeing earlier. "Let this be a lesson to you, what happens when you insult someones generosity." he sneered.

"Gentlemen, I will ask you one last time, to please.... please.... Let us part ways amicably. I really.... really.... Don't wish to hurt anyone, or to risk injury to myself." The cloaked man implored calmly, as he stood up straight, tall, and eerily still. Quarterstaff was planted firmly, held parallel with his body in his right hand, and the left was held before his chest, flat, fingers extended skywards, palm open towards the right. He remained motionless, and silent, waiting for the two to decide their course of action.

[member="Alice Tarr"]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

"With the greatest respect hooded one, all I needed was a distraction" Alice punctuates the sentence with a blast bolt piercing the skull of the human. The now deceased human drops his blaster and falls to the ground.

In the panic the Twi'lek just freezes, unsure what to do now his accomplice was lifeless.

"Now Twi'lek, let me give you a lesson. I do not need your generosity" Alice says on an exhale before allowing another bolt from her now unconcealed blaster to fire, this time ripping through the throat of the Twi'lek. She watches the Twi'lek drop to the ground in pain before looking up to the hooded figure and smiling.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

The cloaked figure turned, his passive, defensive stance squared, as a soft sigh escaped him. "So... were they bounties? Or is murder your 'thing'?" he asked, a frown audible in his voice. "I ask, not to mock, but in genuine concern over whether that blaster shall be trained upon me next."

He remained motionless, regarding her, her weapon still drawn, as he maintained a vigilant awareness around them, the Force feeding him a constant stream of information of the immediate area.

"I had no intentions of killing them. Harming, disabling, and hopefully indirectly teaching then a valuable lesson... but I had no intentions of halting any potential their lives could have had." his posture seemed to relax just slightly, his staff lowering from its vertical orientation to more of an angle at his right side, his left hand dropping as well. "The advantage is yours Miss. What is your next move?" he inquired, body at the ready, though that fact would be unknown to the woman who may, or may not be, holding him at gunpoint right now.

[member="Alice Tarr"]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

Alice quickly concealed her blaster. "Relax, if I was going to shoot you I would have done it already. No judgement on to your method of things but I prefer for the people opposing me to die, not potentially crop up another day on another planet. Anyway the help was greatly appreciated."

She places her blaster into a holster and wraps her coat around her, slowly walking towards the hooded man. During her slow elegant walk her foot finds it on the throat of now the dead Twi'lek causing blood to rush out the recently formed hole. "How messy"

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Unseen beneath the cowl of his cloak, a smirk and an elevated eyebrow were given. "Oh really...." he murmured softly, before a scowl retook his face beneath the robes as she desecrated the body further. A soft shake of his head would be given, before shrugging, then turning away from the woman and the cantina. "It seems my desire for respite has waned..."

This woman was violent, and quick to resort to it. In the back of his mind, the cloaked Jedi mused that she'd likely get along famously with his brother. The though brought a chuckle to the cloaked man.

The chuckle was caught short was a pulse rang out in the Force.

A warning.​

​

He had only taken two steps away from the woman, presently only around two meters distance between them. He whirled about, thrusting that quarterstaff straight towards the woman. The staff was head-level, but it was aimed off to the side, missing her entirely. The movement was swift, faster than she could react. In that same motion, a blaster-bolt lanced out, and was mere inches from finding it's home in the side of the pretty woman's head.

Instead, that special alloy staff, intercepted the bolt, deflecting it harmless towards the ground.

Following the thrust, the cloaked figure struck a more aggressively oriented stance, quarterstaff held before him, with the woman behind him, and the direction the attack came from before him. "It seems your decision to kill has brought the standard reaction. Men like them, are always part of a larger group...." He chuckled darkly. "Perhaps I might have dissuaded them..... or..... more likely..... encouraged them to target me, instead of you....."

The first few of the hooligan brigade began emerging. Blasters at the ready. The numbers game was definitely not on their side right now....

[member="Alice Tarr"]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

Alice slowly turned her head to the hooded figure, "Appreciated".

As the group approach Alice takes her pistol to hand once again and presses a button on the side setting it to stun. "I'll play by your rules this time." She continues before firing at one of the incoming hooligans, stunning him.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"A trump card, if you will...." he muttered, before reaching with one hand, unseen tendrils of the Force reaching out and grasping one thug firmly, before a sweeping swing of his outstretched arm sent the man careening through the air into another, leaving both in an ungraceful heap of unconsciousness on the ground.

At the same time, the opposite hand pivoted and rotated the quarterstaff, making an impassible barrier, protecting himself and the woman from incoming blaster bolts.

Then he felt it. A definitive thickness in the air, of hate oozing through the Force. His scowl could be heard as he snarled. "A Sith comes. Be ready to seek cover...." he cautioned the woman, before intercepting another trio of blaster bolts with his staff.

[member="Alice Tarr"]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

Alice nods in response to he suggestion and quickly runs into cover, firing a few shots in the process.

"The name's Alice, how about you?" Alice enquires from behind the cover.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"Well, my name is-" he began, as his words were cut off, the all too iconic snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting, as a cold, volatile voice almost hissed out, "Masssster Ryn'Dhal of the Sssssilver Jedi Order.... my Masssster sendssss hissss regardssss...." the masked Sith started in way of greeting as he stepped forth from the shadows.

"Your Master?" Ryn asked, perplexed, as his quarterstaff was lowered, and a twin pair of curved lightsaber hilts were taken into his hands, his hood falling back to reveal overly pronounced feline features.

"Yessss. My Masssster, [member=Darth Prazutis] wishessss for you to know the [member=Lady Kay] is quite well, enjoying hissss company...." the Sith taunted, evoking a surge of restrained fury to well up within the Jedi.

Ears folded back, as he glared at the Sith, twin sabers igniting, the silver bladed bathing the area in their cooling glow. Thugs in the area had held their fire for now, noting that a pair a Force User's were about to throw down.

"I am afraid that you will not be returning to your master unharmed this day.... at least not before telling me what you know about my sister...." the Jedi almost seemed to growl the words, his anger rising, a faint tremble visible in his right hand.

It was about to get real

[member="Alice Tarr"]​

 

[Alice Tarr]

"Family drama, I thought mine had the problems" Alice whispers to herself as she climbs behind the cover. As she watches the Feline man ignite his lightsabers her face lights up with interest.

Pressing a button on her blaster switching it back to normal mode she preps herself ready to fire if anything came her way.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]