Rumble in the Bronx(Open/Riot)

[Varax Malchor]

"Please support law enforcement as needed, feel free to use deadly force."

Varax frowned beneath his mask, completely unsatisfied with his mission parameters. Everything in him said he should argue the value of sending him in for such a nerf-herding mission, but Varax knew better than to argue with the director. As he neared the end of his descent, he pulled out his combat blade and cut the line in a swift motion. Bracing himself, he fell the final seven feet, splashing on the wet street below. His body quaked from the impact as his face-mounted macrobinoculars sprang to life. The goggles did not grant him nightvision, but the low-light vision that they provided was enough to make due in the darkness of the streets.

Luckily for Varax, he wasn't too far from the Bronx; only a few blocks. He made his way down the street towards the sound of violence and chaos. Looking up at the dark sky, or as much as he could through the city's thick smog, he pondered his past. He remembered his time traveling through the stars as one of the galaxy's most feared assassins. He remembered all the fighting and all the killing. He remembered feeling free and alive. Now, he was a slave again, just like when he was but a child; forced to serve an agency who values his ability to kill more than his rights as a human being. Suddenly, Varax caught himself chuckling. Such was a rare occasion, as he didn't have the most active sense of humor, but he found it rather funny that the director had told him to 'feel free to use deadly force'. It's not exactly the wisest decision to tell an assassin to feel free to kill people, especially when they're already frustrated with the situation. After all, it was unlikely they wanted casualties to be too high. Or maybe they did; Varax had given up on understanding the agency a long time ago.

Maybe this is what he needed. A night out to clear his head and get his blood moving. An opportunity to feel like the ruthless assassin he once was rather than the glorified attack dog he had become. Varax spotted a speeder a few meters from where he was and, realizing it would be better to have a higher vantage point, decided to walk over and break into it. He hotwired the junker and with a flash of sputtering power, the piece of crap grumbled to life. Taking a seat in the speeder, he gave one last sigh. He activated the hover stabilizers and took off into the night sky, headed towards a night that would be the closest thing to freedom he'd had in years.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Serenity"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Christian Slade @Serenity @Steph Zenima @Vaudin Miir @Varax Malchor @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Inkblot"] @A'donari Cinn​

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Coci stopped the speeder over a roof on one of the smaller buildings in the Bronx. The sounds of the riot loud in her ears. She walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down into the main street. It is chaotic .. sentient beings running in all directions, some trying to escape the riot others fueling it .. while others took the advantage and went on a wanton spree of looting and worse. Below her in a alley way, three bodies lay dead, blood spilling onto the filthy ground, already the resident rodent creatures converged to take their fill and begin of consume them. The sight of it turned her stomach. Once hearing the report of the riot, Coci knew this would be no place for the White Mouse, it was to random in movement for a clear shot and preparation takes time, there was simply no time to loose in this situation. She had packed other weapons instead, two pistols, four zenji needles situation in her hair pinning it in place, and a blaster.

She turned and walked to the other edge of the building, her eyes scouting the riot. In the distance she could see what appeared to be an organised group, a small group gathered and one man issuing orders and they are not part of the local authorities. Her eyes narrowed, something told her these men where part of the cause of it all. A noise in the alley way below her made her look down. A man had dragged a woman into the alley, through the force Coci sensed his intention and they are not honourable. He forced the woman up against the wall face first while he grappled with his pants.

Coci jumped into the alley, her feet not making a sound as she used the force and coupled with her soft shoes designed for the purpose. He had not noticed her to busy with his plans, the woman begging to be released began to call out but apart from Coci no help would come for her. She started to moved toward him, he now pressed his body to her's as he attempted to remove her skirt, threatening her with her life if she would not be quiet.

She walked at a steady pace toward the man, and on approached .. Coci removed her pistol, raised her arm and fired a bolt directly into the back of the man's head. Instantly he dropped to the ground dead, pants around his ankles. Coci did not even stop but continued to walk to the main street. Her objective to find the men fueling the blaze of the riot.

"Please support law enforcement as needed, feel free to use deadly force", came the order and Coci just smiled.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As soon as he exited the building, Thurion was met with the swing of a long, rusted blade aimed for his head, which he proceeded to duck under. The blade grazed his forehead as he tilted it backwards, and he responded by sweeping the man's legs. Rising to his feet, Thurion wiped away the drops of blood from his forehead before sending a kick down against the man's face, knocking him out. Staggering onto the streets somewhat disoriented by the blow to his head, even more members of the riot moved towards him, hoping to surround the Knight. Wiping away another wave of blood slowly seeping from his wound, he brandished his lightsaber and this time activated it, moving in a tight circle within their bigger circle with his saber held out towards them to keep them from approaching further. "I am Thurion Heavenshield, and I ask you now to cease this madness and return to your loved ones with your lives intact!" The time for pleasantries was over, and as the first of the rioters charged in, he was swiftly disarmed and tossed aside with a single blow from Thurion's Djem So.

More men followed, all charging him with clubs and knives held aloft. Able to disarm only a few of his attackers, a large burly man came from behind and managed to grab hold of him in a firm bearhug. Thurion responded by headbutting the man with the back of his head against his nose, which proceeded to break from the impact. Before the large man let go of him, Thurion used him as support as he raised both legs in the air and sent them against another two of the rioters. As the man finally buckled from the broken nose, Thurion was freed and managed to catch his breath, rubbing the back of his head as it hurt from the impact. His fortitude served him well, however, as he was able to resume his Djem So stance. Only a few more attackers remained, and they were all internally debating whether they should figh or flee. Some of them decided to do the latter, yet a couple chose to press the attack. The two charged at the same time, to which Thurion responded by cutting apart their weapons, leaving them defenseless and frightened. Heavenshield merely deactivated his lightsaber and left them to flee back home or tend to their comrades. There were lots more of the rioters to deal with.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Talon Vosra"] @[member="Inkblot"]

 

[Alan]

@Christian Slade @Serenity @Steph Zenima @Vaudin Miir @Varax Malchor @Ben Trasker @Loran Nera @Talon Vosra @Thurion Heavenshield @Inkblot@A'donari Cinn
@[member="Coci Sinopi"]



Riot police were slowly, but surely, starting to be cut apart, and beaten. There was a certain feeling in the air, as if a Demon had entered the battlefield. A shower of blood rained as Tracyn sliced and punched his way through the police, his Ori'ramikade and Beskar'gam training coming into full swing. He tore through the riot police, like a hammer of the force itself. He was dark-sided, and the force sensitives in the area could feel it. He fed off the fear, the anger, the hate of the crowd. It drew to him like the eye of a storm, and it circulated off Tracyn. Tracyn emanated hatred and anger, and it showed. Tracyn felt it. The light side. The Jedi. His hatred was blind, his hate and anger were pure. His rage, was dying to be fulfilled. The Sigil around his neck fed him to the force, ironic that the Jedi gave him it.



@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] was fighting, that much was obvious. But he was not going to fight simple rioters from this moment. Tracyn had been wandering in a blind rage since Carn ejected him, he needed vengeance, and his wife's friend would feel his wrath, his hate. He curled his crushgaunted hands, and gave off a battle cry as the last rioters fled from Thurion.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian had made his way through the growing chaos, his golden eyes making sure to remain open and alert as he pushed through the swelling crowds. The dim light was enough to see exactly where he was going, and he knew exactly what he was going to do when he got there.

Rounding a corner on one of the more busy streets of the outcast district, Christian's eyes raised to see an overhanging sign that said, "The Dizzy Dug". Beneath it was a large set of black double doors which were typically open, or at least one was ajar so that any who wished to could slip in without notice and meld into the less than appealing insects within. That's what kind of establishment it was, though there was more than met the eye.

It appeared to be a low key bar and inn, but it, in reality, was a drug den and local gang base of operations for the Darkbane. That's where Christian had been headed because that was where he'd find Verus. At least, it's where he suspected he'd find the not so cunning brute who lead the mindless miscreants that were now ransacking the defenseless city.

As he reached the doors he placed his hand on it, about to push it free, but stopped. He'd sensed something in that moment, someone watching and tracking him, but who could be so curious about him in the dead of night amid all the panic? He had been unaware, but @[member="Loran Nera"] had been watching him, and watch him he would until Christian had to do something about the presence, friendly or not. For now he would simply have to act as if he had no idea and go about his business until he revealed himself.

Pushing against the door, Christian noticed that it wouldn't budge. That only angered him further, however, and he grimaced, a low growl rumbling from his broad chest as he stepped back. Before you knew it he threw his right leg out with all his body behind it. When his foot connected with the door it blew open, the metal of the doors bending and warping as they fell inwards, chairs and tables flying this way and that which had been used to barricade the door, and as he stepped inside and glanced about the dimly lit room.

"Where's Verus!?"

 

[Lorna Nera]

Watching the man in the dim light of the planet Nemesis glared and watched as the man kicked open the barricaded door and checked his arsenal of weaponry just to make sure, he had two blaster pistols on his hips that fired plasma and a handful of smoke and cryoban grenades, he has two lightsaber batons and a few darts with plasma wrist casters equipped so he was ready for anything that he could come up against.

As he waited he watched as the tall man entered the building and smirked as he saw him enter like a damn fool, Nemesis knew of the building, as he secretly worked as an enforcer for the gang as he was stationed in the jedi temple and knew what had transpired with the city this night, its one reason he came out of hiding and one reason he is now who he is.

Watching he waited in silence and then walked to the edge of the building and dropped to the ground and began to walk toward the building, his mind was focused and within moments he entered it shirtless and with a gas mask over his face.. As he entered the gang looked at him and nodded and he walked up to the man and smirked as he looked at him I think you have the wrong building to rob there pal he spoke with an altered voice and positioned himself in range of the man for an attack should it get that far.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Climbing off of her prey the woman stumbled back a few paces.

Was this real life? In terms of substance abuse Zenima really tended to dabble in the upper territory, spice that made you bounce, that kept you up all night wringing out your jaw until the cows came home, maybe have a cheeky rave, a fight in-between and eventually, maybe, after a few days of staying up and chewing your own face off then there would be a short nap. Rinse and repeat.

This was a different variety of high, dangerous, sinister, debilitating.

Time distorted and a blanket of numbness was draped over her. The woman's chest heaved in slow deliberate breaths, ragged in nature. She brought her hands up to her face, drawing those filthy fingers down her visage. Was it all real? If she began to strip the flesh from her own face would it hurt? Would it even happen? In that moment she felt fictional.

Life didn't matter. Her actions didn't matter. She could do anything.

Whistling. The sound bounced off the dilapidated buildings that surrounded her on the empty street. A song to set the mood alongside the chants and roaring of the nearby Bronx in the background. Her head slowly snaked upwards, out of her hands and into the smoggy night air. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came. With her lop-sided mouth it was almost impossible to tell what she would have said.

Somebody was here, this realisation brought her a touch closer to reality once more. A new victim.

@[member="Inkblot"]

 

[Varax Malchor]

Varax scanned the chaotic streets below from a high balcony. So much fighting and blood. So little finesse in it. Varax was disgusted to see such poor form and inexperience in all these wannabe-death-dealers. They, in his mind, had not earned the privilege to entrap others in the cold caress of death. Their methods were sloppy, brutish, and inefficient. Suddenly, he heard a footstep behind him, and swung around quickly, his Dissuader drawn. An armed civilian stand in the doorway, a small blaster drawn. He was a human, probably no older than twenty-two, and his hands quivered around the blaster. "D-d-don't move, or I'll shoot!" he stuttered. The Watcher was not impressed at this pathetic display of aggression. The kid didn't look like he'd held a blaster in his life and Varax doubted that he would even hit his target from this distance, judging from how much he was trembling.

"Get back inside," he warned. The young man dropped, or rather threw, his weapon on the ground, running back into the apartment and slamming the door closed behind him. Just as he began to slide his pistol back into the holster, Varax heard the screams of a woman. Scanning the streets, he saw a woman being sexually assaulted by a man and instantly recognized him. He had a face so iconic, he wouldn't forget it in a hundred years; it was the face of his first target of the night. Calibrating his gun, he took aim at the targets head. Finger on the trigger, he paused as something flashed in the display of his scope, indicating another individual in the scope's sights. Within a half a second, a woman came into his vision and shot the man in the back of the head. Someone just stole his kill. As she turned around, briefly, he instantly recognized her. "Sinopi..." he said with a groan of irritation. He didn't know the woman formally, but he knew of her. She was another agent in the G.I.A.; another agent sent here to do the job of the police. She began to run in his direction along the street, completely unaware of the secret G.I.A. agent about eighty feet above her head. Varax shook his head. There's no way she could have known, but that didn't make his frustration with her over taking his first kill of the night any lesser.

As his eyes chased her, he spotted a flash of light in the streets that he instantly recognized as that of a lightsaber. The warrior spun and attacked in a masterful fashion in-line with any wielder of such a magnificent weapon. Varax took a moment to admire his skill as a warrior, beating back the group of thugs, who pitifully attempted to defeat someone so far their superior. The warrior deactivated his lightsaber, standing by as the last of his assailants fled. Varax suddenly lost a level of respect for the man. The teachings of the Flayed Ones taught him that one must always end the lives of those too cowardly to finish their own battles. Disgusted by the man's inability to finish the job, Varax took it upon himself to do it for him. As the two men began to flee, he took aim and fired off a pair of precise shots from his Verpine rifle. The two rounds connected, the first assailant's head bursting in a shower of gore while the second's chest exploded in a burst of viscera. Varax took a moment to admire his handiwork. The power of a shatter rifle never ceased to amaze him; the caliber of the round and the relative-silence of the weapon truly deceived the raw power and damage it could inflict. The assassin looked up to see the reaction of the warrior, hoping he got the message.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Christian Slade]

As he waded into the dimly lit bar, Christian stopped and looked from one end of the room to the other, his golden eyes connecting with every pair of eyes peering at him through a black and red mask that every one of the countless gang members wore. He then heard a voice from behind him, to which he glanced over his shoulder at a shirtless man wearing a gas mask. He eyed the man for but a moment, but then he broke the glance, not bothering to respond to what he'd said. He was there to settle some business, and he'd already been made far too angry to stop and listen to any sort of reason or warning.

He was about to lose control, he could feel the anger welling up inside him as his skin began to crawl at the very stench of male body odor in the room. It was disgusting, the filth that was allowed to live, but he'd stifled his hatred for such weak and disgusting creatures as they were so that he could use them to distract. They'd done far more than that, however. They were outright going to war, and that wasn't the kind of heat he needed at that moment. It was all too much attention, and if anyone got information out of men like Verus or his enforcers then he could very well become one of the most wanted men in the galaxy... and he liked being a ghost to the many blinded by politics and entertainment. He didn't need to become a household name or be on the top of any bounty list.

Finally he snapped, his form becoming a blur as he darted forward and planted the bottom of his boot in the chest of one of the gang members. The man's arms and legs flew forwards as his body shot the opposite direction and struck another man, both of them slamming into the back wall of the bar. He then stepped to the side and back handed one man faster than he could blink, and before that man cold even move, Christian's hand came rushing back the opposite direction and snatched him by the head, shattering a nearby table into splinters with his skill.

By this time, most of the men had grown fearful, but that didn't stop them from fumbling around the room trying to get to their blasters and vibro blades. As they did, Christian rushed through the room towards the bar, his saber springing to life and burning red slashes across the chests of one, two, three men, all of which he'd cleaved in two. Their eyes grew wide as their disconnected parts tumbled to the floor. As he reached the bar, however, his saber vanished beneath his duster as quickly as it had appeared, his other hand raring across his shoulder and then vanishing in another blur of motion as he struck a man in the face who lifted from the ground and was thrown over the bar, striking a wall of glassed alcoholic beverages that cascaded down on top of him after he'd struck the ground.

He then hopped the bar and threw his shoulder into the door to the supply room which he'd known to be a secret entrance to the Overloard's office. He was almost positive Verus was there, and he was going to ring that big, fat neck of his when he got a hold of him.

@[member="Loran Nera"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He could hear the wails, shouts and general chaos of the riot coming from all around him, or so it sounded. The maze like Bronx was deceptive enough on a good day, and with the lockdown now failing for some reason, it was even more dangerous.

Trasker stood before the Bronx and placed the blast helmet over his head, pulling it firmly down. The helmet wasn't going to obscure any vision, if anything it could help enhance it with a HUD display activated if required. It would just add that bit more protection without restricting him. He reached down and pulled out the DC-15s side-arm and held it tight with his gloved right hand, his left hand free.

Glancing upwards, there was no sign of movement from the rooftops and balconies. The skylines could be seen moving above as if nothing was happening below them, and to be fair this wasn't of anyone else's concern, it was simply another disturbance to be sorted by the authorities.

Stepping in a small puddle, his footsteps were light across the floor moving further into the Bronx as-

CRASSSSSSSSH!!

Trasker dropped to the ground without hesitation at the sound of smashing glass in front of him. A body came flying out of a window, spraying shards of glass and woodwork to the ground. The body stirred and then went limp. Trasker bent up slowly and moved towards the victim, his blaster trained at the broken window. He looked down at the young man and could see a few cuts and steady breathing. That was enough. Standing, Trasker glanced into the building from where the man came from; a small retail unit that looked to sell clothing and garments. Nothing exciting. There was no sign of life inside and so he decided to move on.

For some reason, he felt like he was being watched. He couldn't place it, but that feeling was there. He wanted to shout out, but there was no point giving away his position so obviously. The red and blue lights from his speeder still shone and flashed ahead of him in a colourful disorientating display on building walls and balconies.

Suddenly there was a brief commotion followed by two figures running around a corner, evidently fleeing from someone or something. Trasker raised his hand up to stop them.

"Hold it. Coruscant Security Force."

The two men didn't stop running, but before Trasker could repeat himself both men exploded in a mist of red blood and gore, collapsing one after the other with a sickening crunch.

Trasker immediately ducked and threw himself into the nearest wall, yards down from the two bodies, his hand moving to tap his com-link on his wrist.

"This is Trasker down in the Bronx - request additional units and armed response from the ATU. Possible terrorist activity. Shots fired."

Static followed by a series of chimes, indicating the message had been received. There was heavy firepower residing in the Bronx somewhere, and that means that others had been alerted to this situation, which also meant that this could be something on a much larger scale than just a simple riot.

Trasker waited, and watched, keeping low and quiet with his blaster held high, his eyes scanning up above. Someone, or something, was up there.

@[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Christian Slade @Serenity @Steph Zenima @Vaudin Miir @Varax Malchor @Ben Trasker @Loran Nera @Talon Vosra @Thurion Heavenshield @Inkblot @A'donari Cinn


Coci quickly ran across the street and into a darkened doorway. Shots rang out up the street, her head snapped around and saw bodies fall to the ground, turning her head immediately up to the roof tops, she only managed to glimpse a black shape move out of sight. Her mind raced, her eyes narrowed trying to scan the roofs for any sign of the shooter. From the professionalism of the marks, she knew .. how ever it was .. was good and would be long gone already.

She did not care about the scum looting the shops or fighting in the streets, the locals could handle that, she wanted the ring leaders, taken then out and this will blow over quickly. Her comlink kept a constant feed on the Coruscant Security Force channel. Some guy named Trasker ordering more back up, and indicating terrorist activity. Yeah the locals can handle the rubbish.

Coci was within the area she saw the group, they had gone so it seemed and was to be expected, however she knew these types and they would not be too far away, they would have a hold out somewhere close to the 'action'. Across the street is a bar, dirty filthy place called the Dizzy Dug, her eyes fell on the door which had been kicked in, no surprise there. However she would check it out. She reholstered her pistol and armed herself with her blaster. Check it was loaded and crossed the street. But she would not be going in the front door.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

While his attackers fled around the corner, two loud shots could be distinguished from the rest, though he knew not from where they came, nor did he see where they were aimed at. They were the least of his concerns, as a loud roar echoed through the street, chasing away any remaining rioters in the immidiate area. The large man stepping onto the chaotic street-turned-battlefield was hard discern at first, yet a few moments later it stood clear within Thurion's mind who it was. "Tracyn...?" It had been over ten years since leaving the Jedi and Republic space along with Asha, and even longer since he'd seen her husband that was Tracyn Ordo. Needless to say the man looked worse for wear, and an eerie aura surrounded the mandalorian. Had he dabbled in the Dark Side? Dropping his guard once noticing who it was, Thurion called out to him from across the street. "Tracyn, is that you? It's me, Thurion! Thurion Heavenshield. Don't you remember...?" Of course, he was but a young boy when they last met, and chances were he would not. A brief smile formed upon his lips, but it quickly died away.

Tracyn didn't show signs of letting down his guard, and rather seemed to come straight for the young Knight, yet Thurion would not raise arms against an old ally, even though neither was Jedi anymore. Wiping away another set of drops of blood from his forehead using the back of his hand, he could sense things were not well with the man standing before him. He felt... sickly, as if a cloud of death and pestilence surrounded him. "I'm sorry about... about Asha, Tracyn. We both loved her, and then she was taken from us." Taking a look around him Thurion witnessed the ongoing chaos surrounding the two of them, before turning his attention back to Tracyn. "Please, help me stop what's happening here. We can put an end to it together." His words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Tracyn brandished his crushgaunts as if readying for combat. Meeting his gaze, Thurion knew what was to come to pass, and so he readied himself as well. "I beg of you, don't do this, Tracyn..." He shook his head slightly as he spoke the last few words, eyes still fixed upon the man.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He didn't want to be out on the street any longer than he had to. Looking over towards the lifeless body from the man who was thrown out of the window, the gaping hole was a way out of the open and into some makeshift cover. Keeping his eyes on the stillness above, Trasker trained his blaster upwards, circling the area as he retreated towards the window.

Tapping away at the remains of the glass shards with his elbow, he swiftly lifted himself up on the frame and into the unit; into the darkness. A small splinter of glass caught his shin, causing him to wince slightly and he entered the room as quietly and quickly as he could.

Reaching to his helmet, he activated the small torch fixed to the side, helping illuminate the room he was in. This was obviously a unit that had been looted for credits, as garments, fabrics and packages littered the floor and walls. There was no sign of life. Blue and red CSF speeder light bounced around the room from outside as he carefully moved his way to the back of the unit, hoping to find someone with an idea as to just what was going on.

His comlink buzzed with static again. This was strange, as no message came through. Was someone on the same frequency or had the power simply isolated him from contact down in the Bronx.

More gunshots echoed from outside. Trasker raised his blaster and moved through the unit hoping to push further on.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"]@[member="Christian Slade"]@[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Alan]

@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

A passing rioter that came near Tracyn on his march towards Thurion was met with an untimely end, as Tracyn reached out with his crushgaunt, and shattered his windpipe with a simple chopping motion. The man keeled over, gasping for and eventually, painfully, died. Tracyn gave off another roar, one that resonated not only through soundwaves, but through the force. It was an awful sound, the sound of a monstrous, evil being coming to fruition in the battlefield. It would be painfully obvious to Thurion why they called him the Demon now, with some simply referring to him as such rather than his name. Perhaps that was who he truly was now, a Demon. Hate, anger, and rage fueled him, and he fed off the growing nexus of fear and anger that had become the riot. It empowered him, dangerously. The sigil that lay under his armor fueled him even more, and Thurion may have well been staring at the Grim Reaper himself at this point.

Tracyn's might fists came together, and they made a booming sound, and he rushed towards Thurion. Tracyn would send a message to the Jedi today, a message that he was to be left alone. Thurion was unfortunately, at the receiving end of the Demon's wrath, and he chose him specifically because he was among the brighter of the order. Thurion was great, but Tracyn was bred in war, born from ash of the battlefield and formed in the clay of dead soldiers and Sith and other enemies that he left in the battlefield. Tracyn brought his mighty fist back, and reeled it back for a overhanded punch straight towards Thurion's temple, aiming to cruise past his defensive, while his other hand, was ready to grab and hold his lightsaber in case Thurion decided to fight back.

"This is what my people call dar'yaim."

 

[Vaudin Miir]

The shots flashed around the grimy street as gangers and looters came racing to fight "The Man". Vaudin didn't really care how dark it got or how long it lasted. In the morning he and @[member="Serenity"] and others in the internal affairs devison would have to find a way to explain why lethal force had to be used on republic citizens and press conferences were not his favorite idea.

He fired quickly with the skill of a gunsingler and body after body fell to the ground. The rest of the crowd ran down the street and away from the CSF baracade.

"CSF this is senator Miir." He said as he shook hos head. "Tell the medical teams to bring body bags to the Bronx south end." He cut the link and waited for the medical teams to arrive.

@[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

"So be it."

As the man who used to be Tracyn stepped forth and was about to crush his skull with his mighty fist, Thurion ducked under the punch and pirouetted in a flurry of robes away from him so that he would be out of reach. Once free to do so, he assumed a duelling stance with his lightsaber held out towards Tracyn, its blue shine lighting up the dark street. The looters and rioters in the vicinity started gathering around the two, forming some kind of arena while observing the stand-off. Still not one for ending lives, Thurion would remain where he stood, guarding against any offensive issued against him. If he could get out of this without taking the life of Tracyn or anyone else in the process, he would do so as soon as the moment arose. For now, he was locked in deadly combat with the former Jedi, and even though he deserted them long ago and branded a traitor by the council at the time, Heavenshield would still cling to his ideals of honourable battle. This man had challenged him, and he would abide.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Alan]

Tracyn reached to the small of his back, removing the lightsaber, forgoing the beskad he had across his back. He twirled his lightsaber to activation, and stared at Thurion, a hate filled glare, fueled by the chaos and growing rage of the area. He paced around the crowd, and looked upward. A light drizzle came down, and it started to slowly wash and meld the blood and other bodily fluids that tracyn collected on his armor and on his person. Thurion may have been against taking a life, but Tracyn may have been the visage of death itself compared to him. Tracyn held his lightsaber at the side, and smiled at Thurion, a knowing grin of malicious intent.

"You and I both know who's going to walk away from this."

Tracyn held out his hand, and coiled the force around Thurion in a serpentine pattern, and went to smash him face first into the ground, fueled by the nexus of the area, and the Sigil around his neck. He smiled evilly, looking forward to smashing him to bits.

@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Lorna Nera]

Seeing this all unfold Nemesis smirked and watched as the man unleashed hell on the gang and for the moment just surveyed the man wondering what his issue was, as Nemesis watched he watched for any flaws or weaknesses that could be exploited and then seen the raging male pull out a saber and noticed his effectual but lack of experience with it. Nemesis continued to survey and watched as he took them all on and defeated the whole room that were comprised of some of the weakest enforcers in the gang.. luckily for them Nemesis was one of their best but he wasn't about to get into a losing match without the ability to spot weakness or flaws in his target.

The room was obliterated completely and none stood after the rager was finished. Nemesis looked at all the bodies and smirked as he surveyed the mess the man had made, unlike these others Nemesis was well bathed and didn't stink and so he also was thankful somebody got to taking out the trash, he would have done it but he left the jedi and set out on his own and that is one reason he is back, to clean house and take over the business... and one way to do it is by allowing this raging thing go about his business and afterward Nemesis will defeat him and send him packing... Nemesis needed soldiers, not fools and he would indeed get them.

As the man started for the back Nemesis watched him and trailed him in the building, for now he would watch the man and take note of what he did.. for now Nemesis was only a spectator and would not interfere but once the job is done by this obvious master he would intervene and stomp the man with his boot back out the door, the man was good at what he did but not good enough, as Nemesis watched he followed behind and surveyed the outcome with great interest.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

Talon could feel the turmoil in the city but he wasn't sure what to do. He was a Zelosian and that meant he was blind in the darkness. He needed light to see unless he relied solely on the force.

His other concern was that he was unarmed the Jedi had rightly locked away his weapons and if he ran into trouble he would have to use the force alone. He didn't wait long however as he thought about the chance that Coci was out in that mess.

He didn't change her just slipped outnof his room and ran out of the Temple. He opened himself to the force and let it flood in to him. Then he rushed down b the Temple steps and jumped over the edge. He pulled himself toward a passing speeder and rode for a minute before jumping again this time it was a CSF cruiser.

Soon he lept again and using the same neutral technique he had learned for Velok he broke his fall using the force. He was somewhere in the Bronx district now. Blind, shirtless and unarmed. He used the force to ceeate a mental picture of the area but it was far from perfect. He could see life forces as shades of red blue Grey and white. The rest was had to discern. He began moving and searching for Coci in the darkness of the Bronx.


@[member="Loran Nera"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala had been quiet the entire battle as everyone seemed to be involved in battles that ranged from growth or past relationships. However, their was one force signature that she could and would not forget belonging to @[member="Talon Vosra"]. Her eyes opened shining with the full intensity of the force and her energy empowering her to find him in her minds eyes while her body on auto pilot towards his direction. The Rancor Mark 2 armor shined from being freshly replaced since the last battle as she found herself into the lower city of Coruscant.

As he neared the Bronx district she'd notice because of her force sight her time to catch him alone was dwindling to with a battlecry she leaped utilizing the force to propel her in front of him. She landed poised with the natural grace only an Ataru user could afford after such a feat. "You ! You attempted to help that Jedi Master kill me. Tell me what do you know of her fool." Kiyala did not wait for an answer as she began to ignite her light saber.

Kiyala stepped forward running toward Talon Vosra with a deadly intent and the sheer malice one of the dark side could bring. Her muscles and reflexes already being strength by the force upon reaching striking distance, she utilized the force talent inertia to even further boost her speed in a double strike crossing over towards Talon's torso if they hit. Kiyala did not expect them to strike as the first strikes of battle rarely struck so she knew to keep her senses alert in case of Jedi trickery.

"You'd do well to answer me boy so I can be on my way and perhaps I'll allow you to still walk after this battle." The dark side and the armor's voice changer made her voice dark and sinister but clearly still female in origin. Kiyala could not allow any weakness to be shown on her road to reclaim the throne and that would require some sacrifices.

@Loran Nera @Tracyn Ordo @Thurion Heavenshield @Ben Trasker @Coci Sinopi @Christian Slade @Varax Malchor @Steph Zenima