Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Draven was doing his best to reflect on how he ended up here. No, not where.. More so in regards to the what. The teenager was breathing heavily, sweat trickling across his brow. Blood flowing from a cut lower lip. He used his sleeve to wipe it off. Hating the fact he wasn't in one of his dark blue robes. Instead he had been in a tan robe with tan pants. Like normal he neglected the use of footwear.
Around him laid five men. In various states of injury. Draven hated causing pain. His own pain was paling in comparison to the that of which he inflicted. He knew that to be true. He was cursed in that way. Further down the alley a pile of dismantled blasters and vibroblades rested in a pile. Draven was sure to strip these men of such cursed things. To minimize the severity of the injuries. While at moments he came close. As combat was never a guaranteed thing. Draven had no desire to kill these misguided fools. He subconsciously limped to a wall and leaned against it. Catching a breather.
The worst was still coming. He both sensed that and could tell by the fact the man groaning to the left of the other's had managed to call in to his buddies. Through a commlink during the scuffle. Draven winced as he heard the incoming foot steps. He counted at least seven more hostiles inbound. He glanced towards the vibroblades and internally winced. It might come to that if this kept up. Draven was a skilled combatant. Though he was still a fifteen year old. Fist fighting handfulls of people. Who had at least a decade or more experience and was armed.. And while Draven had the force. His internal struggles made this quite difficult to keep up with.
Draven saw the men approach and as he spotted the blasters. He once more stripped them out of the men's hands. While he moved off of the wall and took a final deep breath. Before drawing the force in and focusing himself. He knew these men would not be open to talking after seeing their men groaning and rolling, sometimes crawling about the ground. Draven took the stance associated with broken gate and watched the men draw their secondary weapons. Draven did not disarm these blades with the force. He needed to focus on the fight, and he needed to acknowledge to survive he might have no choice but to take a vibroblade into his care and he Hated that was the case.
Draven could of in theory ran. He knew that was an option. However, at the same time it was not. Because in the alley lied a door, and inside of that building. Was the whole reason, Draven was holding his ground here and now.
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Earlier that evening. Draven had found he had been having a interesting couple of weeks. The fifteen year old had travelled more in the course of the last four weeks. Then he had in most of his life. Draven had been taking under the wings of the silver order. When he was five years old. Following a smuggler scuffle. Which had left scars in the kid. Ones which still had the need to fade. Unresolved markings so to speak. Though the force called to Draven and knowing what was right. Draven heeded that call.. And so began his adventures.
Corellia could be a beautiful place. Depending on where you found yourself. Draven found himself in the city. In the more scandalous portions of it. Which while not scandalous himself. He had a objective which he was unknowingly being tasked. He had stumbled upon a small cohort of Twi'lek.. Entertainers and amoungst the group had been a mother and daughter pairing. Draven knew better then to get involved. Though as mentioned above. Draven had an uncanny ability to connect with people around him.. And so against his better judgement Draven had inquired into the matter.
His search lead him to discover the mother and daughter were about to be separated. Sold to different parties of interest. As the current owner felt the profit off of the two separate sales was much greater then an offer he had recieved for the pairing and so again much against the better judgement. Draven chose to act.. And well.. He chose to act in a questionable manner. As he had chose to aid in a jailbreak as he viewed it. These women.. And girl in company. Had not been there on their own accord, and slavery was wrong. Draven would not allow this family to be torn on the account of profits.
So.. He and the mother and daughter. Took to the streets. At first the plan had been going quite smoothly. Draven was optimistic they could pull it off. However a wrong turn into a dead end. Placed them in a tricky position. They managed to re-route their course. However, a cyborg tracker caught sight of them and managed to place a bolt into the leg of the Twi'lek mother. Who's name was Annalise. Three cries escaped the alley that moment. As Annalise cried in pain from the bolt, Draven yelped in pain from his cursed empathy, and the daughter who was named Tanya screamed in panic from the fact her mother had been shot.
That was the sealing moment. They continued to try to escape. Though the injury on the Annalise began to become to unbearable for her and Draven to keep on running full pace. So, when Tanya pointed out a door. Draven used the force to sense inside the building. Long enough to determine it was a person's apartment. Draven knocked on the door.. Explained the situation to the stunned occupants and by luck. It had been a small family who sympathized with circumstances.
Huzzah. At least something went right! Draven closed the door and stared down the men approaching. Angry banter was explained both directions. Draven made an honest attempt to de-escalate the group who was hunting them.. Convince them to walk away. Though they liked their odds and they payout spoke more to them, then Draven's words could manage.
Sharpshootet. The pet name Draven gave to the guy who had shot Annalise. Was the first to act. Attempting to fire a shot at Draven. Draven twisted his body and the bolt zipped by him. Before Draven darted forward calling on the force to guide him. As he zipped past the incoming projectiles. Draven caught Sharpshooter's wrist. Twisted the blaster out of his grip and disassembled it in near record speeds. Before tossing it away. From there. Draven not paying attention took a punch from the man who recovered from Draven's performance enough to sneak in the hit. Created distance and shouted orders to the other's. Just before Draven stripped them of their blasters. Then planted an elbow to the chin of Sharpshooter as he attempted another strike at Draven.
The scuffle from their turned favorably towards Draven. Well as favorably as one could expect. As Draven took caution in his fight. Blocking strikes and putting in his own as he was able to. Stopping any attempt the men made at getting closer to the door, and wrapping up the fight as quickly and with as much restraint as Draven could afford. The problem with restraint meant you risked reinforcements being called in.. And well like expected that was what had happened.
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Draven rolled his shoulders some. Before popping his neck. He motioned to the group of men laying on the ground. "Seriously.. You wanna take a turn to." Draven noted to the new group. Who much to his suprise did hesitate a moment. Before the tallest of the group who also had a bit more mass then Draven desired stepped forward. "Those men were amateurs compared to us, boy." He heard a gruff deep reply. "And you already had to go the rounds. I think we are in better condition then you are.. And while I don't usually beat up kids. I'm at the point of making an exception to you, because it is clear an example is needing to be set."
Draven scowled at the remark. Before rolling his shoulders one last time. Before closing the distance. He had no choice. Draven chose the burly man has his priority. Ducking shy of taking a strike to the shoulder from the man's vibroblade. While Draven made a kick to the man's knee to buckle him. The man's retaliation strike nearly struck home. As he thrust the blade at Draven's stomach. Though again. Draven proved a moment quicker. He would of disarmed the blade. Though unfortunately he was needing to twist out of the way of two more strikes as the man's crew stepped in.
Draven had to admit. He was dealing with a better trained group. Draven moved to his next option. When the next strike came. Draven raised his palm and caught the blade with the force. Before grabbing the hilt. Then twisting as he drove a stern kick into the man's chest. This was not big and burly. Though the act did cause another moments pause. While Draven tossed the blade away. Then took a moment to deliver a series of blows to the man. The first shattering the coright collarbo. The next dislocating the jaw and the third to the liver to drop the man.
Draven bit down the pain he was feeling. But his breathing had sharpened. Draven could not do a follow up display of brutality with his fists. The more he dished out those levels of punishment. The more he would endure himself. In addition the men had a moment of fesr. Though that resolve turned to focus angered. At the fact Draven had just tore into one of their own. Draven had to call into the force now not only for movement. Though also to deflect the turrent of turns the men made in trying to take him down.
It came to the point Draven threw the men back. Two of them into a wall crippling them. While the other three got back up. Draven was sweating hard now. While he looked towards the vibroblades and scowled. He was back pressed against the wall. He had a family to protect. Though he also hated what he was thinking. He reached out and called a vibroblade into his hand and shifted his stance into a swordsman pose.
His steel geey eyes stared at the men who now hehesitantly approached him. Draven prayed he did not have to. Though unless intervention occurred that was going to be the case. Draven felt his blade connect with the first of the strikes.. And his training kicked in. Draven reredirected the opposing blade to the left. Twisting then side stepped. He moved and drove the hilt into the face of the man to his right who had been readying for an upward slash. Before redirecting away from him to drive a strike into the thigh of the man who's blade he just parried.
Draven gritted his teeth against the turrent of pain. Before blocking a few blows of big and burly to his left. Right man recovered from the stun. Just in time for Draven to sweep his legs. While middle man tried to fight back up off his injured leg. Causing Draven to drive his blade up the chest of the man. Before releasing that sword and rolling out of big and burly's next strike. Draven once more called the vibroblade into his hand. Ignoring the blood flowing from it.
Big and burly turned to him and once more went offensive. Though underestimating Draven. Was sloppy which cost him a hand. The man Draven leg sweeped was back on his feet. Draven used the force and tugged the man towards him. Before driving an elbow into the man's temple. Then grabbed the wrist of the unconscious individual and tossed him into big and burly. Sending the bigger guy tumbling to the ground. Draven stepped back and flicked the blood off the blade. Before taking a readied pose once more. "Leave." Draven growled in warning once more. To which with the loss of both his hand and his teams support. The man decided it best to do now.
Draven waited until the man left before tossing the blade down. Looking to the men laying on the alley. As a pain that he was most certain was his own. Hit him. While he moved back into a corner and slumped to the ground. He hated what had happened. Everything single thing about it. Most of all he was upset with himself. He knew eventually a day like this would come. Though he was not as ready as he thought he would be to see the consequences of his actions. Draven tried to breathe and focus himself. He still had a few families he needed to help. He'd have to process this later...
He was ready to go open the door. When he sensed another individual approaching the alley. No... No more.. Draven didn't want anymore. Draven shook his head and looked warily. To see who this new entity approaching was. While Draven disheartened by the events. Did his best to compose himself and take a stance once more. This time going for the whipping willow opening form. Even if torn down to the wire. Draven's will remained towards his objective. There would be a time to reflect later. His objective was still bound to protecting the families. Though Draven really wished he could catch a break.
Subject 73 Red
Around him laid five men. In various states of injury. Draven hated causing pain. His own pain was paling in comparison to the that of which he inflicted. He knew that to be true. He was cursed in that way. Further down the alley a pile of dismantled blasters and vibroblades rested in a pile. Draven was sure to strip these men of such cursed things. To minimize the severity of the injuries. While at moments he came close. As combat was never a guaranteed thing. Draven had no desire to kill these misguided fools. He subconsciously limped to a wall and leaned against it. Catching a breather.
The worst was still coming. He both sensed that and could tell by the fact the man groaning to the left of the other's had managed to call in to his buddies. Through a commlink during the scuffle. Draven winced as he heard the incoming foot steps. He counted at least seven more hostiles inbound. He glanced towards the vibroblades and internally winced. It might come to that if this kept up. Draven was a skilled combatant. Though he was still a fifteen year old. Fist fighting handfulls of people. Who had at least a decade or more experience and was armed.. And while Draven had the force. His internal struggles made this quite difficult to keep up with.
Draven saw the men approach and as he spotted the blasters. He once more stripped them out of the men's hands. While he moved off of the wall and took a final deep breath. Before drawing the force in and focusing himself. He knew these men would not be open to talking after seeing their men groaning and rolling, sometimes crawling about the ground. Draven took the stance associated with broken gate and watched the men draw their secondary weapons. Draven did not disarm these blades with the force. He needed to focus on the fight, and he needed to acknowledge to survive he might have no choice but to take a vibroblade into his care and he Hated that was the case.
Draven could of in theory ran. He knew that was an option. However, at the same time it was not. Because in the alley lied a door, and inside of that building. Was the whole reason, Draven was holding his ground here and now.
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Earlier that evening. Draven had found he had been having a interesting couple of weeks. The fifteen year old had travelled more in the course of the last four weeks. Then he had in most of his life. Draven had been taking under the wings of the silver order. When he was five years old. Following a smuggler scuffle. Which had left scars in the kid. Ones which still had the need to fade. Unresolved markings so to speak. Though the force called to Draven and knowing what was right. Draven heeded that call.. And so began his adventures.
Corellia could be a beautiful place. Depending on where you found yourself. Draven found himself in the city. In the more scandalous portions of it. Which while not scandalous himself. He had a objective which he was unknowingly being tasked. He had stumbled upon a small cohort of Twi'lek.. Entertainers and amoungst the group had been a mother and daughter pairing. Draven knew better then to get involved. Though as mentioned above. Draven had an uncanny ability to connect with people around him.. And so against his better judgement Draven had inquired into the matter.
His search lead him to discover the mother and daughter were about to be separated. Sold to different parties of interest. As the current owner felt the profit off of the two separate sales was much greater then an offer he had recieved for the pairing and so again much against the better judgement. Draven chose to act.. And well.. He chose to act in a questionable manner. As he had chose to aid in a jailbreak as he viewed it. These women.. And girl in company. Had not been there on their own accord, and slavery was wrong. Draven would not allow this family to be torn on the account of profits.
So.. He and the mother and daughter. Took to the streets. At first the plan had been going quite smoothly. Draven was optimistic they could pull it off. However a wrong turn into a dead end. Placed them in a tricky position. They managed to re-route their course. However, a cyborg tracker caught sight of them and managed to place a bolt into the leg of the Twi'lek mother. Who's name was Annalise. Three cries escaped the alley that moment. As Annalise cried in pain from the bolt, Draven yelped in pain from his cursed empathy, and the daughter who was named Tanya screamed in panic from the fact her mother had been shot.
That was the sealing moment. They continued to try to escape. Though the injury on the Annalise began to become to unbearable for her and Draven to keep on running full pace. So, when Tanya pointed out a door. Draven used the force to sense inside the building. Long enough to determine it was a person's apartment. Draven knocked on the door.. Explained the situation to the stunned occupants and by luck. It had been a small family who sympathized with circumstances.
Huzzah. At least something went right! Draven closed the door and stared down the men approaching. Angry banter was explained both directions. Draven made an honest attempt to de-escalate the group who was hunting them.. Convince them to walk away. Though they liked their odds and they payout spoke more to them, then Draven's words could manage.
Sharpshootet. The pet name Draven gave to the guy who had shot Annalise. Was the first to act. Attempting to fire a shot at Draven. Draven twisted his body and the bolt zipped by him. Before Draven darted forward calling on the force to guide him. As he zipped past the incoming projectiles. Draven caught Sharpshooter's wrist. Twisted the blaster out of his grip and disassembled it in near record speeds. Before tossing it away. From there. Draven not paying attention took a punch from the man who recovered from Draven's performance enough to sneak in the hit. Created distance and shouted orders to the other's. Just before Draven stripped them of their blasters. Then planted an elbow to the chin of Sharpshooter as he attempted another strike at Draven.
The scuffle from their turned favorably towards Draven. Well as favorably as one could expect. As Draven took caution in his fight. Blocking strikes and putting in his own as he was able to. Stopping any attempt the men made at getting closer to the door, and wrapping up the fight as quickly and with as much restraint as Draven could afford. The problem with restraint meant you risked reinforcements being called in.. And well like expected that was what had happened.
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Draven rolled his shoulders some. Before popping his neck. He motioned to the group of men laying on the ground. "Seriously.. You wanna take a turn to." Draven noted to the new group. Who much to his suprise did hesitate a moment. Before the tallest of the group who also had a bit more mass then Draven desired stepped forward. "Those men were amateurs compared to us, boy." He heard a gruff deep reply. "And you already had to go the rounds. I think we are in better condition then you are.. And while I don't usually beat up kids. I'm at the point of making an exception to you, because it is clear an example is needing to be set."
Draven scowled at the remark. Before rolling his shoulders one last time. Before closing the distance. He had no choice. Draven chose the burly man has his priority. Ducking shy of taking a strike to the shoulder from the man's vibroblade. While Draven made a kick to the man's knee to buckle him. The man's retaliation strike nearly struck home. As he thrust the blade at Draven's stomach. Though again. Draven proved a moment quicker. He would of disarmed the blade. Though unfortunately he was needing to twist out of the way of two more strikes as the man's crew stepped in.
Draven had to admit. He was dealing with a better trained group. Draven moved to his next option. When the next strike came. Draven raised his palm and caught the blade with the force. Before grabbing the hilt. Then twisting as he drove a stern kick into the man's chest. This was not big and burly. Though the act did cause another moments pause. While Draven tossed the blade away. Then took a moment to deliver a series of blows to the man. The first shattering the coright collarbo. The next dislocating the jaw and the third to the liver to drop the man.
Draven bit down the pain he was feeling. But his breathing had sharpened. Draven could not do a follow up display of brutality with his fists. The more he dished out those levels of punishment. The more he would endure himself. In addition the men had a moment of fesr. Though that resolve turned to focus angered. At the fact Draven had just tore into one of their own. Draven had to call into the force now not only for movement. Though also to deflect the turrent of turns the men made in trying to take him down.
It came to the point Draven threw the men back. Two of them into a wall crippling them. While the other three got back up. Draven was sweating hard now. While he looked towards the vibroblades and scowled. He was back pressed against the wall. He had a family to protect. Though he also hated what he was thinking. He reached out and called a vibroblade into his hand and shifted his stance into a swordsman pose.
His steel geey eyes stared at the men who now hehesitantly approached him. Draven prayed he did not have to. Though unless intervention occurred that was going to be the case. Draven felt his blade connect with the first of the strikes.. And his training kicked in. Draven reredirected the opposing blade to the left. Twisting then side stepped. He moved and drove the hilt into the face of the man to his right who had been readying for an upward slash. Before redirecting away from him to drive a strike into the thigh of the man who's blade he just parried.
Draven gritted his teeth against the turrent of pain. Before blocking a few blows of big and burly to his left. Right man recovered from the stun. Just in time for Draven to sweep his legs. While middle man tried to fight back up off his injured leg. Causing Draven to drive his blade up the chest of the man. Before releasing that sword and rolling out of big and burly's next strike. Draven once more called the vibroblade into his hand. Ignoring the blood flowing from it.
Big and burly turned to him and once more went offensive. Though underestimating Draven. Was sloppy which cost him a hand. The man Draven leg sweeped was back on his feet. Draven used the force and tugged the man towards him. Before driving an elbow into the man's temple. Then grabbed the wrist of the unconscious individual and tossed him into big and burly. Sending the bigger guy tumbling to the ground. Draven stepped back and flicked the blood off the blade. Before taking a readied pose once more. "Leave." Draven growled in warning once more. To which with the loss of both his hand and his teams support. The man decided it best to do now.
Draven waited until the man left before tossing the blade down. Looking to the men laying on the alley. As a pain that he was most certain was his own. Hit him. While he moved back into a corner and slumped to the ground. He hated what had happened. Everything single thing about it. Most of all he was upset with himself. He knew eventually a day like this would come. Though he was not as ready as he thought he would be to see the consequences of his actions. Draven tried to breathe and focus himself. He still had a few families he needed to help. He'd have to process this later...
He was ready to go open the door. When he sensed another individual approaching the alley. No... No more.. Draven didn't want anymore. Draven shook his head and looked warily. To see who this new entity approaching was. While Draven disheartened by the events. Did his best to compose himself and take a stance once more. This time going for the whipping willow opening form. Even if torn down to the wire. Draven's will remained towards his objective. There would be a time to reflect later. His objective was still bound to protecting the families. Though Draven really wished he could catch a break.
Subject 73 Red
