Night out at the old museum.

[Basark Blu]

His wet boots splattered across the filthy street of Correlia. As he whistled a tune, he removed a large cigar. Igniting the cigar with a match, he came to a halt at the entrance at the Correlia Natural Museum of galactic history. He let out a light chuckle, removing the cigar and holding it in-between his rough fingers. Climbing up the rather long stairs, he sent a strong knock, shooting into the large wooden doors. After several seconds, the door swung open. A old Correlian stood at the door. He had no hair and wore rather small glasses. The man looked around nervously before removing his glasses. "W-who a-are you?" The man asked. "The exterminator. I assume that your the one I talked to on the wireless communicat-" Basark was interrupted by the old Correlian coughing. "Y-yes, yes y-yes! We already have a Jedi here willing to solve our little problem...." The man said, fear upon his face. "Who do you wanna put your money into? Me, the experienced exterminator or this Jedi, who is nothin' but a religious fake?" Basark asked, pushing his way inside. "N-no! please just leave, we have it under control", The man pleaded, obviously nervous. Basark reached into his trench-coat, removing a silver protector revolver. "Uh-huh", Basark mumbled, popping out the cylinder and loading in several slugs. "I'll handle it, just show me the fething way", Basark said, grin on his face.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Corellia, a planet covered in tall mountains, sunny beaches and thick forests. Tugoro loved planets like these, for admiring the landscape from afar was something he enjoyed. Entering the planet's atmosphere in his military issued E-25, the young padawan would push forward on the steering wheel. His starfighter would begin to enter a nose dive, heading towards the planet's main city of Coronet. It was a urban metropolis, with tall building that loomed over the populace. Lowering a hand to one of the controls of his craft, the Jedi would begin to lessen his ship's speed, it's throttle dying down quickly. The E-25 was known for it's incredible speed, which most pilots could not handle. Therefor, Jedi were usually seen piloting the crafts, which is why Tugoro had stumbled upon one.

Clicking a button on the side of his headset, the boy would connect himself with one of the many communications towers, before engaging in brief conversation. After a few moments, the boy was cleared for landing, as his starfighter touched down on an empty landing pad. Reaching forward, Tugoro would click a single button, causing the craft's hatch to open as the air tight seal disengaged. Taking in a deep breath of air, the Jedi could not help but frown at the urban touch that it possessed. Besides that, he was pleased to be here, taking off along the platform's walkway. He had been contacted by the Republic, in hopes of assisting with some sort of pest control. Shaking his head from side to side, the boy could not help but laugh at the idea of a Jedi chasing around small creatures.

Knocking on a door several times, Tugoro would be greeted by an old man, who seemed grateful for his presence. Giving the civilian a polite bow, the young boy would make his way inside, discussing the many details of the job with the Corellian who owned the establishment. Though, it would only be a few minutes before they were interrupted, by a tall Devronian who wielded a shining revolver. Turning to look at the door way, Tugoro would hold back his annoyance with the man, as he listened to the insults he dished out towards the Order.

"Greetings. Please, do holster your weapon." The boy would say, stepping forwards in his padawan robes. He wore a long brown coat over them, which covered most of the armored plating he wore.

[member="Basark Blu"]

 

[Basark Blu]

He looked at Tugoro, swearing under his breath. He had to rush in order to end the infestation before this Jedi received the credits for it. He barely even glanced at Tugoro heading through the museum, his weapon's barrel resting on his shoulder. He ignored the terrified looks from employees, chuckling as he saw an employee dived in front of the door. Basark stopped in front of the employee, removing the cigar from his mouth for a moment. "Hey pal, I'm the exterminator...you got an infestation?" Basark asked, watching as the employee slowly looked around. The employee gave a slight nod, stepping out of the way. He pushed through the door, now seeming to enter a library which was built into the museum. "Anyone in 'ere see a creature? 'Bout-" He was interrupted as he heard someone whisper "Shhhhh" A small old librarian stepped into view for the Devoranian, her short grey hair rolled up in a ball. "Shut your mouth lady, I'm an exterminator..." He continued to head through the library until he stopped at the end of the room.

He pushed through that door, and into an almost vacant room. The only living soul inside, was a young male in a museum uniform. He headed over to the door, chuckling as the next employee shared the same terrified expression. Basark ignored him, turning his gaze up to a large plaque up above the two wooden doors that stood in front of Basark, "Gallery A, Living History", the plaque read. He nodded politely to the employee, pushing the doors open. He couldn't believe the sight once he entered, a mutilated guard lay on the floor, covered in gore. What Basark also noticed, was a large glass container, about seven feet tall, a plaque also was plated in it.

"Coruscani Ogre", it read. "What kind of crazy motherfether-" He was interrupted as he heard a mighty roar coming from behind. He slowly turned around, opening his mouth in surprise. His cigar his the floor and what stood in front of him, was absoulutely terrifying. A large beast stood in front of him, it was covered in decaying skin and looked like a savage out of a holoflick. "Hey there, ugly...you don't look to good", Basark said, pulling back the hammer of his revolver. "NO! ME EAT YOU!" The semi-sentient beast roared.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Looking displeased, Tugoro would turn and watch as the large Devronian stepped inside, making his way through the establishment despite the owner's protest. Bowing to the old Corellian, the Jedi would turn towards Gallery A. As he walked through the large museum, many staff members would give the young Jedi curious looks, before pointing him in [member="Basark Blu"]'s direction. Breaking into a sprint, Tugoro would thank the many civilians before skidding to a halt, in front of the large wooden door. It had just swung shut, and what the boy had managed to see was not pleasant. Taking a deep breath, the young Padawan would make his way into the large Gallery, which was titled Living History. Why was it titled that, you may ask? The hell if Tugoro knew. Standing completely still in the door way, the boy's mouth would hang agape as he spotted the towering Ogre, and the shattered casing it had presumably broken free from.

Listening to it's words and examining it's posture, the Jedi was able to easily determine that the creature was semi-sentient, obviously annoyed at the Devronian's comments. Quickly raising an arm, Tugoro would aim an open palm towards Basark, watching as he drew his gun. "No!" He would shout, simply hoping that the man would not shoot. He did not utilize his telekinesis, not yet. First, he would try a peaceful approach, opening his mind to the force around him. Breathing in deeply, the boy would begin to calm himself before exuding a strange presence from his being. It would drift across the room, holding a certain peaceful feeling that would hopefully calm all individuals. The force was a marvelous thing, and by analyzing his Keldor friend's abilities, Tugoro was able to slightly influence others.

"No bloodshed is needed."

 

[Basark Blu]

He paused for a moment, managing to listen to Tugoro's words. However, when the Jedi yelled, he somehow managed to disobey the Jedi mind-trick, as he was not exactly weak-minded. "Eat me? Feth you..." He said, raising his weapon. Before he could fire a shot, the Ogre threw it's arm forward, sending Basark into a display case, shattering the glass. Basark crashed into the ancient artifacts, shattering the fragile objects easily. His gun had already flew over to a large statue a few feet away from Basark. The ogre limp-ran towards Basark, letting out a roar.

It brought it's hand up, allowing Basark a few seconds to roll out of the way as the creature attempted to crush Basark's skull. "Woah pal! I don't want any trouble, I just wanna put a bullet hole in your skull", He said, watching as the Ogre climbed over the display cases. Basark quickly reached down, scooping up his revolver. He held it out in front of him, pointed at the creature's barrel chest. "Boom, motherfether!" Quickly squeezing the trigger. Unfortunately, Basark had not packed his custom ammunition, called the "Maggot" and instead, packed standard slugs. The bullet punctured the Ogre's skin, barely sending it stumbling back. Basark was now backed up against the wall, preparing for another shot.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Tugoro would flinch backwards, watching as the beast's massive arm swiped forward. He felt bad for [member="Basark Blu"], for the Padawan simply stood and watched as the man was swatted across the room. The influence he had attempted to cast on the two had been rather unsuccessful, though the boy liked to think that maybe Basark deserved it. Maybe he couldn't handle a Jedi's business. Sighing loudly, the boy would begin to walk forward, reaching down to his waist where his training saber was. Pulling the shining handle from his belt, it's blue blade would ignite in his hand as his thumb slid over the activation switch. The young Padawan's head would shake back and forth in disappointment, as he gripped his brown robe, throwing it off his body. Bending his legs at the knees, Tugoro would propel himself into the air, after focusing on his force energy. He would manipulate the energy around him, causing it to gather around his lower limbs.

Now revealing his Jedi Armor outfit, the young Padawan would land in the middle of the fray, aiming to be a barrier between the ogre and Basark. Holding his blade ready at his side, Tugoro would look towards the Devronian, still shaking his head. The bullet that the exterminator had shot was rather ineffective, and the boy felt embarrassed for him. "What is that?" He would ask, hoping that the red skinned alien would have some information that was useful.

 

[Basark Blu]

"I got this, boy!" He said, stepping beside [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]. "That right 'ere is what you call a Coruscani Ogre. Bunch of guys living in a fething sewer and gathering all that fething disease...it ain't pretty when they transform!" He said, quickly raising his weapon at the approaching creature. He pulled back the hammer of the revolver, grinning. "Get back, I don't believe in all of the fething Jedi lies. I can't explain how y'all do it, but I can tell you for a fething fact it don't exist!" He said, quickly speeding up his words as the creature started sprinting. He quickly pulled back the trigger several times, emptying his entire cylinder into the creature, which only managed to knock it up against the display cases. "What in the-" He interrupted himself as the creature sprinted again. He then attempted to push Tugoro out of the way, and take the blow that the creature was about to deal to the two of them. However, if his attempt was unsuccessful, he'd still step in front of the boy in an attempt to at least soften the blow if it came into contact with Tugoro.

 

[Jaycob Lynx]

"Latch up, we are smashing into the glassa few level down." Rusher said

Jaycob latched to the top of the building as the others of the group did.

"3,2,1" Rusher said, th he n Jaycob and the group repelled down and smashed through the windows.

"Let's do this." Jaycob said

He pulled his dual weilded blaster pistols out of his holsters.

Then pulled his comm up to his helmet.

"Sir, were in, orders?" Jaycob said into the comm.

They waited while their weapons were drawn, jaycob was glad to get out of that prison, working there was annoying.

[member="Basark Blu"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's eyes would widen as he watched the Ogre charge forward, despite having seen the saber he wielded. Could people tell that it was fake or something, he swore that it used to be a huge intimidation factor. Deactivating his useless training saber, the young Padawan would sigh in annoyance, figuring that it served him right. Turning his neck to the side, the lad's attention would now avert to [member="Basark Blu"], who wanted to step inbetween the Jedi and the Ogre now. After listening to the words this guy spoke, Tugoro figured that he was one of the many millions that had never even seen a real Jedi.

Lifting his arms, Tugoro would begin to collect a large amount of force energy towards his hands, hoping to muster the strength to unleash a powerful force push. Thrusting his upper limbs forward at the large Ogre, the boy would release his telekinetic attack, attempting to have it push the creature several metres away from him. Lowering a single arm, the young Leader of Strike Squad would point at the Ogre, before looking to Mahrik, the heavy weapons. "Thermal detonator. Rest of you, open fire." He would say, turning to look back at the large mutated opponent. All of the members of the team would raise their weapons, while Mahrik threw a single shining sphere forward at the Ogre. Suppressor, who had leveled his rapid fire blaster weapon with the creature, would speak before opening fire. "I just figured out a nickname for Mahrik. How about Silence?" He would question, turning to look at [member="Jaycob Lynx"]. The grenade would explode, and the team would upon fire upon the debris.

 

[Basark Blu]

"YOU FETHING KIDDIN' ME!" He popped open the cylinder, loading in several more shells. He pointed his weapon at the creature, jerking back the trigger. The gun bucked in his hand as a slug flew into the Ogre's jaw, sending it stumbling back. Then another shot, doing the same effect. "KID, GET OVER 'ERE!" He shouted, using a large statute as cover. He then stood up, watching as Tugoro harnessed the force in order to push the creature away from him. He was speechless for a moment, before quickly jumping into action as the Ogre started retreating. The ogre seemed to be using the display shelves as cover, as it was on all fours, running like a dog. He charged after the creature, attempting to shoot it through the cases. Despite there being some clone squadron, who crashed through the Windows. He sighed, knowing that he was likely to loose a lot of credits, for the Clone's actions. However, he continued to stalk the beast, determined to bring it down.


[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
[member="Jaycob Lynx"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Standing to the side, the young Jedi would avert his gaze, continuing to watch the massive fireworks that his team displayed. They would go absolutely ballistic, hitting the creature with everything they had. Propping his tripod light machine blaster rifle, Suppressor would take aim at the monster, beginning to unload rapid volleys upon it's frame. The echo of blaster fire would ring out through the entire museum, though only one thing ran through the boy's head. Why the kark did these people have a living Ogre in a display case? They must have captured it from Coruscant and brought it to this location. Either way, he had been asked to eliminate the threat, and he would be responsible for everything. The group of nine soldiers would continue to hammer away at the Ogre with their weapons, a rocket launcher even being picked up in the process.

Mahrik would lift the large launcher over his shoulder, aligning it's scopes with the monster ahead. Pressing down on the trigger, a brief click would be heard before the missile shot forwards, spiraling through the air and eventually into the creature. Even after that, they would continue to blast away, using their weaponry in a brutal attempt to demolish the poor beast. Turning to look at [member="Basark Blu"], Tugoro would laugh as the Devronian tried to take out the creature with his revolver, not sure as to whether he could or not. "Relax. You'll get a cut." The young padawan would say, stilling holding his saber firmly.
[member="Jaycob Lynx"]