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First Reply Paint The Town (With Blood)

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NAR SHADDA
NIKTO SECTOR
19:19 LOCAL TIME

Jakharl was starting to get antsy. There was nothing he loved more than a good chase but this was quickly going from tense cat-and-mouse game to uneventful slog across the rooftops of Nar Shadda. His target was supposed to be in this area but Jakharl had been combing the sector for what felt like hours with no sign of his prey. His senses and sensors swept the street below looking for some sign of his latest victim, but the longer he went without proper action the more his artificial nerves began to buzz with tension. His monomolecular claws were already starting to twitch from pent up energy, if something didn't come along soon he might just take matters into his own augmented hands just to relieve his boredom. The slugs didn't care what about collateral damage, as long as he completed their objectives, why not kill some time (so to speak).

Before Jakharl could pick some poor meat out of the poor, huddled little wretches below to pounce on, he registered someone new entering his sensor range. He peered over the lip of the building and down onto the street. No precise lock yet, but he could smell something new on the rancid air, footsteps approaching. Target or not, Jakharl didn't care any more, he just needed something to maim. He flexed his cybernetic claws and waited for this new figure to enter his line of sight.

{{Feel free to play the target, a random passerby, a rival hunter, etc.}}
 
Location: Nikto Sector - Nar Shaddaa
Tag: Jakharl Jakharl

Ellissanthia made her way down the sidewalk at a brisk stride, her bodysuit-clad form concealed beneath a dark cloak that allowed her to blend in with the huddled masses. Working in the underworld was part and parcel of her obligations as an Eclipse Adept. In essence, ensuring the Kainate’s influence in the criminal underworld by taking down those who threatened the tightly-woven network of relationships, gangs, and other actors who directly or indirectly supported Kainite-aligned interests. In this case, the Undine had been tasked with annihilating a Hutt crime family who had failed to pay tribute to the local cell of the Fellowship. Such a violent, conspicuous act of punishment was meant as a warning to ensure loyalty and discipline among the various cartels, gangs, and criminal groups who bore obligation to her Sith masters in some way, shape, or form.

However, unbeknownst to Ellissanthia, between the moment she had received her assignment on the Malsheem and her arrival on Nar Shaddaa, someone had betrayed her mission to the Hutts.

It was only then that her senses flared in warning, just as she came to a stop at a red pedestrian light at the border of the street.

Pointed, webbed ears twitched with equal parts alarm and excitement. She was being hunted.


 
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Jakharl clocked his target the moment she stepped into view and his more technological sensors began struggling to lock onto her. Intel said she had some advanced Sith anti-tracking tech, but his enhanced senses easily marked her out in the crowd, she didn't smell like desperate guttertrash. But it was the walk that intrigued him the most, sharp and purposeful, how a killer walked. Perhaps his night was about to take an exciting turn after all.

He quietly loaded a flechette rocket from his belt onto his wrist mounted launcher and took manual aim. Even with his tracking programs struggling he could still line up a direct shot and besides, shrapnel wasn't exactly a high precision weapon. As he was lining up his shot, however, the woman stopped dead in her tracks and her hood faintly flicked, she must have caught wind of him. Not that it being detected stopped him from firing the anti-personnel rocket directly at her and the crowd of pedestrians. Let the carnage begin.

Ellissanthia Ellissanthia
 
Location: Nikto Sector - Nar Shaddaa
Tag: Jakharl Jakharl

Ellissanthia spun around on her heels while her senses screamed within her awareness, cloak drifting behind her just as she honed in on the incoming projectile. Eyes widening with equal parts shock and focus, the Undine raised her left arm to bring the rocket to a halt, suspending it in mid-air only a couple meters above her and the pedestrians within the immediate vicinity.

Then, after a brief, yet weighty pause, the missile went off.

Ellissanthia was sent flying back, the explosive force throwing her into the street just as a landspeeder flew mere inches above her form. The Undine groaned as she came to a halt, her vision briefly blurred as piercing screams sounded out from nearby. She glanced up then, at which point a second landspeeder came rushing by, swerving to avoid her before violently fishtailing and flipping side-over-side.

She realized then that her shield had activated automatically to protect her from the shrapnel. Unfortunately, the energy from the blast had drained its entire capacitor. The device would not be able to save her again, at least for the foreseeable future. Still, the Undine had not emerged entirely unscathed, as various scrapes and bruises marred her flesh. Pale blue blood seeped out from a cut struck across her forehead and her chest emanated a sharp pain from a bruised rib, the sensation drawing her features into a tight grimace.

Nevertheless, Ellissanthia scrambled to her feet and took in the chaotic scene. The mangled forms of several pedestrians—mostly Nikto and Human—laid splayed out across the street corner. She spotted a severed arm lying in the middle of the street, then a Nikto head only a few meters away, the eyes still blinking.

Then, glancing up, she caught sight of movement on the rooftops.

Ellissanthia acted immediately, a low growl rising from her throat. Locking the index and middle fingers of her left hand together, the Undine extended the arm towards the rooftop and unleashed a concussive burst of pressurized air shaped in the form of a tight, concentrated beam. In effect, the discharge was an ultra-precise shockwave, intended to pulverize a singular target. It reported a sharp supersonic crack as the air itself was forced into a weapon via telekinetic impulse—a lance of overpressure that carried enough energy to shatter durasteel barricades.


Said energy was directed to strike within the immediate vicinity of the unknown assailant looming overhead.

However, given the surrounding chaos, Ellissanthia did not anticipate landing a direct hit on her target. She only needed to buy time. Thus, as soon as the opportunity presented itself, the Undine launched herself skyward with a Force-enhanced leap, the cloak falling off of her form in her wake. Then, landing on the rooftop of the building directly across from the figure, she swept her gaze across the buildings, scanning for her target.

With elevation no longer working against her, Ellissanthia intended to seek out and enact revenge upon her attacker.


 
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Between his targeting hiccups and the cloud of dust kicked up by his rocket, Jakharl didn't get a good look at whether or not his little present had reached the intended target. It had certainly reached the surrounding crowd though, the street looked like a cart spill at a butcher's market, streets running with the remains of poor meatbags who couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Others were sprinting and screaming for cover, a few speeders swerving violently off course and careening down side streets.

As the cloud finally parted, Jakharl saw that his prey was still somehow standing, the result of either some seriously good shielding or some of that strange Sith magic. When the woman pointed a finger at him and seemed to crack the air itself, he decided Sith magic and twisted violently to the side, artificial reflexes kicking into overdrive as the ledge where he'd been standing was atomized by the invisible pressure wave. His attention snapped back to the figure, some aquatic creature in a jumpsuit, and watched as she leapt onto the adjacent rooftop.

"Try this on for size, small fry." He snarled to himself as he loaded a plasma rocket and took aim again. When the figured turned and finally met his gaze, he fired at her, hoping this time a searing ball of superheated air would do the job, or at least give him more room to gauge what he was dealing with.

Ellissanthia Ellissanthia
 
Location: Nikto Sector - Nar Shaddaa
Tag: Jakharl Jakharl

An outstretched hand halted the incoming plasma rocket in mid-air with a tight telekinetic grip, thereby suspending the missile several meters above the street and more than 14 meters away from Ellissanthia. Since the Undine was now aware of the threat (rather than being caught by surprise), all it took for her to stop the projectile at a relatively safe distance away from her person was quick reflexes and concentration.

At that point, less than a second after being intercepted, the rocket detonated, unleashing a fiery plume of superheated air and gas that triggered a renewed cacophony of screams from the streets below. In spite of the brief radiance produced by the blast, Ellissanthia did not cover her eyes; her helmet’s visor polarized automatically to shield them from the light.

Instead, her hands moved in a whirl, as she tapped into the Dark Side with the intent of countering the attack with one of her own.

Teeth bared in a snarl, Ellissanthia extended both of her hands towards the superheated cloud (and her assailant behind it) and willed forth a concussive explosion of pressurized air out from her palms. This time, the discharge took the form of a wide, blanketing wave which swept up the lingering remnants of the superheated cloud within the leading shock front before carrying it towards the one hunting her at supersonic velocity. Should it connect, the Undine anticipated that the wave would not only convey brute kinetic force with enough energy to potentially shatter stone, but also searing heat that might inflict severe plasma burns on her target!


 
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Jakharl watched with some fascination and a lot more annoyance as the plasma rocket was stopped dead in midair, seemingly with a gesture, before exploding well before reaching the target. His photoreceptors automatically tinted to avoid being blinded by the sudden glow, and good thing too as the ball of plasma suddenly shot backwards straight at him. Thinking fast, Jakharl overclocked his nervous system again, he gripped the edge of the roof and threw himself down the side of the building with all his artificial might, hitting the street below and tucking into a tight roll. The counter attack crashed into the roof overhead, spreading shattered duracrete and slagged metal across the front face of the building.

It seemed rockets weren't going to cut it against this target, Jakharl would need to shake up his approach. Dropping to all fours, he rocketed across the street and launched himself through the window of the shop his target was standing on. He figured the added cover of the building would give him some room to close the distance. Even if he couldn't specifically target her, he could get a general read of her location on thermal imaging, and he had the scent of her blood.


Ellissanthia Ellissanthia
 
Location: Nikto Sector - Nar Shaddaa
Tag: Jakharl Jakharl

Violet-hued eyes widened with equal parts surprise and indignation as the cyborg—their nature now more clear—threw themself down the side of the building to avoid the superheated cloud. Mechanized servos had allowed the being to escape from her counterattack seemingly unscathed, their blistering speed on full display in the process. They were fast, an observation that the Undine would immediately take heed of.

However, Ellissanthia was not lacking in speed of her own.

Narrowing her eyes, the Undine honed in on her target as they tucked into a roll. With an earsplitting shriek, her left arm shot out towards the cyborg and from her fingertips ripped forth instantaneous, coruscating lances of galvanic energy at hundreds of times the speed of sound. Lightning. With it came concussive waves of overpressure from the traumatic expansion of the superheated air around the electrical channels. Thus, the electricity had the potential for violent, explosive terminal effects—a punishing mix of electrical and kinetic energy that carried enough power to shatter duracrete barricades and flash boil organic flesh from the inside out.

Fired from 15 meters away, the electricity was intended to strike the cyborg in the chest as they raced towards the relative safety of the building.

If all went according to her design, Ellissanthia intended to leave her assailant mangled and bleeding in the streets.


 
Jakharl heard the shriek from the rootops and knew something was coming without having to look up. He ratcheted his nervous system up to the highest level, brain boiling in artificial adrenaline, reinforced musculature straining as he tore across the street with blinding, unnatural speed. He felt the lightning tickling across his carapace, but he avoided the brunt of the attack and the myriad of plastoid and energy sink enhancements he had protected him from the blast. Although given the cracking, boiling, crushing sounds behind him, the street wasn't so lucky.

He hit the front door of the shop and tore through through the metal door like it was made of paper, only stopping once he was relatively safely inside. There had to be several feet of duracrete and durasteel between him and the little witch, not to mention a second floor, he was secure enough now at least to let his implants cool. He still had more to give, but it didn't hurt to give him system a moment between bursts, and it seemed this little fish was determined to push him to his limits.


Ellissanthia Ellissanthia
 

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