Rumble in the Bronx(Open/Riot)

[Inkblot]

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
And somebody was indeed watching.
A tall slender figure clad in the dull khaki coat watched her from shadows behind.
Man, she creeps me out.
He thought to himself, stepping back into shadows, disappearing as he watched her from behind the bone-white mask.

He looked around from his dark hiding spot, he needed to think of some kind of a plan of action.
Further down in front of the woman there was another shadow cast by corner of a building.
Dark enough.
He thought as he went through his pockets, he still had a few balls left, some of them were grey in color, some of them looked more electronic, like ionic grenades.
I'll need to restock soon, hrm.

He took in his hand one of the electronic ball devices, clicking it he took aim and threw it at an arc above woman, hopefully it was dark enough for her not to notice.
Either way, as a result Steph would be able to hear a clutter of the ball hitting the metal surface in the dark region in front of her, then she would be able to notice what looked like dark slender figure watching her motionlessly.
Well, if this won't work I can always just fight her.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Moving softly through some back rooms of the units, all with doors kicked in, Trasker's torch lit up the rooms enough to see it was too quiet to feel safe. His blaster raised at eye level, he crept through the rooms which looked to be simple storage areas, with boxes and crates as yet untouched.

Gently he pushed on a door in front of him which led outside into a now drizzly Bronx. The fresh blast coated his face with a gentle coating of rain, enough to cool him under his helmet. He reached up and killed the beam, the outside now providing enough light for him to see without aid.

He kept flicking his eyes upwards to the rooftops as he spun in small circles watching for signs of any assassins or criminals taking pop-shots as had just happened moments ago. Hugging a graffiti stained wall, Trasker sidestepped forward down a small passageway which seemed to be taking him around on himself back to where he started. Glancing down at his com-link, there was nothing incoming except more static. He touched a small button on his wrist and brought it to his lips.

"You are slowly being surrounded. Please be advised whoever you are you will not leave this sector alive if you pose a threat on sight. I'm coming for you."

He was in something big and had to make sure anyone out there knew he was involved and he had the tactics to quell the threat.

Moving around a small curve, he was coming out into another open street, as they all seemed to look the same in this area of the Bronx. Neon signs flashed around him as he peered out from the corner he was now at. Looking down the way he could just about see the blue and red flashing lights of his CSF speeder meaning he had come around a fair deal and deeper into the sector.

It was the snap-hiss of a lightsaber from behind him that caught his attention in that split second of calm.

His blaster was raised instantly and he spun around to see two figures in combat. Two Jedi Knights? That religion was something unknown to Trasker but he knew enough of them to know two shouldn't be fighting one another. They looked something fantastical in their unique armour and robes, but Trasker couldn't see who was winning or what was going on.

He took a slow step forward into the rear of the small crowd forming around them. What the hell where Jedi warriors doing down in the Bronx?

Trasker was a defender of not just Coruscant, but of the galaxy, and wanted to make sure that anyone, be it a Jedi, a Mandalorian, a Hutt, man, woman, Bith...whoever - knew this. He squinted his eyes against the drizzle and stood strong.

"Drop your weapons and step back! This is the Coruscant Security Force; dead or alive, you're both coming with me!"

The crowd jumped back at the armed CSF operative appearing out of nowhere. Trasker instantly knew he'd made a mistake to challenge two Jedi alone. He just hoped one was on his side.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

He could feel her focus on him in the force and knew there was no avoiding the conflict that was coming. She remembered him from the battle on Or'een and with that still fresh on his dark mind she had caught him unprepared. Inside the Temple he was still awaiting trial for war crimes and as such not allowed to be armed the battle on Or'een had been an exception. On top of that he was blind here in the darkness.

The only light he could see was the woman's lightsabers as they tore a blured line through the thick blackness aimed straight fr him. He moved forward as she did and as she swung he slid for her legs in an attempt to catch her legs between his and teip her.

His mind was sharp and his body honed from hours of training and years as an Imperial commando. This angry girl had the advantage bit Talon was not such an easy target as she may had hoped.

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

 

[Varax Malchor]

Figures that one who honored cowards wouldn't appreciate the work of someone who doesn't. The warrior didn't even notice the statement Varax had made; a statement made in blood. However, it would seem his statement was still recognized by someone. He noticed a man in police garb take cover behind a wall, having witnessed the two cowards that had fallen to his shatter rifle. An unimpressed expression affixed itself on Varax's face. Was this the police force that was supposed to be protecting the citizens? Shaking his head, Varax's vision was suddenly blinded by flashing blue and red lights. A police cruiser hovered loudly in front of the balcony, its lights fixed on his silhouetted form. Suddenly a voice cried out from the loudspeaker on the front of the cruiser. "Put down your weapon and put your hands in the air," the voice exclaimed. For all intents and purposes, Varax was a government agent and he knew he outranked these clowns. Unfortunately, though, he wasn't allowed to identify himself because of the nature of his affiliation with the G.I.A. As far as law enforcement was concerned, he was as much a criminal as the rest of the rioters.

Varax gently placed his weapon on the ground, knowing that they could easily obliterate him with the cruisers mounted blasters at a moment's notice. The cruiser lazily turned around so that the side doors faced him and the balcony. As it turned, Varax activated his audio pickup to get some insight on what the officers were up to. One of the officers began talking into the cruiser's comms device. "Hey Trasker, this is officer Lor with unit 531. Me and Jaskin think we found your terrorist. We're taking him into custody now. I don't know why you were getting so hyped over this guy," the officer scoffed. Criminal, terrorist, it didn't matter who he was. These officer's were keen to take him in even if he was working for an agency so beyond their pay grade they wouldn't believe it. Varax had a realization as he stood there with his arms in the air. The agency needed him. He was their dirty little secret. By all accounts, he didn't exist. You can't charge someone who doesn't exist with a crime.

One of the officers stepped out onto the platform with his weapon drawn. "Hands behind your back, scum," the officer exclaimed, holstering his weapon and taking out a pair restraining cuffs. Varax slowly put his hands behind his back, glancing over to see the other cop staring at the street below. "Just another criminal," Varax muttered quietly to himself. As the cop reached to restrain him, Varax sprung to action. He grabbed the cop by the neck of his shirt and headbutted him, the crack of his nose audible even over the chaos below. As the man recoiled in pain, Varax pulled the blaster from the cop's holster and shot him in the gut before tossing him over the balcony. The few seconds the assault occurred were not long enough for the other officer to react, who received a blaster shot straight through his skull. The man flopped lifelessly in his seat, the cruiser's stabilizers keeping it in the air. Part of Varax knew he was going to catch major flak for this from the director if she found out, but he could easily say it was to protect his cover or that it wasn't him. However, he had a score to settle with whoever put him in this position in the first place. He was done doing their job for them. Varax was keen to test their mettle. Adjusting his comms to match that of the cruiser, he sent his new target a message. "Trasker, make peace with your gods."

@[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Her head twisted, to try and spot who...or what was here with her. The woman's head lolled about in a dangerous manner, as her neck was made of playdough and was ready to just give up supporting the weight. Don't worry, that's not about to happen? Can you imagine? Like, if her neck just stopped being a neck and she died on the spot? I'd probably just throw up my hands and be like, 'nah, I'm done.'

She heard the clatter.

This was like a dream. Perhaps the ball would grow arms and legs and motion for her to follow, down the rabbit hole they would go. Although in this state she was well and truly already there.

Steph crouched down, placing one knuckle down on the ground like a gorilla on heroin. Those glazed eyes followed to where she thought the ball had come from. What was that? There was a figure. There was a moment of nothing, where Zenima simply swayed in place, eyes fixated on whatever was watching her.

The woman opened her mouth to speak again but once more words failed to come out. Was she so high that she'd forgotten how to speak. She moved forward, still crouched on the ground, bestial. Through the darkness of blackout she still couldn't make the figure out.

What was it? Was it a man? Was it a demon?

Third time's a charm and as Steph Zenima opened her mouth once more this time there was noise, “....hel.....lo...?”

Next time avoid the space opioids, girl.

@[member="Inkblot"]

 

[Inkblot]

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
Ink looked to his side and silently grabbed a nearby piece of pipe, following her quietly he got closer as she crouched down.
He watched her in silence, raising the pipe slightly.
“....hel.....lo...?”

Steph said to the figure, getting closer to it any sober person could have tell it was a hologram of sorts, but then again, Steph was pretty drugged right now.
Hello
Ink one-lined in his head, current situation didn't really allowed him to make any noise.
And, unceremoniously, he lowered the pipe quickly in attempted smack, aiming for the back of Steph's head.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala did not have much to work with in this battle as unless this man could teleport or defy all laws of physics he just delivered her the battle completely. As he slid for her legs in an attempt to sweep her legs from underneath coincidently also played him on the ground severely reducing his manuverablity but giving her the time to simply leap while bring her lightsabers who were both already arcing towards the ground in front and behind her thus attempting to trap the man within the two blades. Kiyala would then use the force to pull out a cryoban grenade before pulling out the pin before keeping pressure on it so it would not go off until she willed it so.

"Now I'm not going to ask again. Where is that blond Jedi Master!"

@[member="Talon Vosra"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

"A nice girl like you should have asked for her number if you wanted a second date." Talon said summoning the strength for and releasing a force push that should, maybe, with a little luck, and a hug from the force give him room to get up.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

As the boy force pushed her she smirked as she was in a body armored suit while he was not as she released the cryoban grenade which should temporarily freeze the boy long enough for capture if it worked. Since she had been balancing on her lightsabers when the force push connected it merely sent her flying a few feet up in the air but luckily out of range of the blast of the cryoban grenade. As she finally recovered from being winded from the concussive force of his force push, she sent her own force push back down in case her grenade did not land to attempt to flatten Talon against the ground. As she would inevitably fall back towards him she would then angle her blade facing down to hopefully deflect a possible counter.

@[member="Talon Vosra"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Lor and Jaskin. The names were familiar, that's about it. The mockery in Lor's voice chiming through his comlink didn't help the situation Trasker was about to move into, fixing his blaster on the two Jedi warriors, their elegant weapons sizzling softly in the drizzle.

The second the command to the Jedi left Trasker, the comlink beeped once more and crackled out a message:

"Trasker, make peace with your gods."

He swallowed softly and felt his blood turn to ice.

So he had been right about being watched. Time suddenly slowed for him. The ominous voice rang in his ears as his eyes fixed on the two targets in front.

@[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Darth Torment]

She had arrived on the planet earlier in the day and fixated herself on watching the jedi temple from a safe distance, her mind was fueled from the darkness of cold she had succumb to and day turned to night quickly but this night was colder than she remembered from the coruscanti heavens above, she was indeed more dark and dead to the world including the jedi that hid behind their walls and thought it to be impenetrable.

The days dim gave off for the nights fearless echoes, ignorance of the day leaving the night to batter and bruise the world with its relentless chill of the night.. if Isis had no cryogenic abilities she would have suffered violently from the cold that suddenly crept upon the world and its inhabitants, the night was harsh and the creeping chill was a thing most welcomed with her, as the night became desperately chilled to the bone a lone figure could be seen among the shadows of the underbelly watching and lurking, this day Isis left herself behind and donned the appearance of the very cold blooded assassin known as Darth Menace, she wore her horde battle armor with pride and prejudice.. as she watched she watched the battle be wrought without reserve to the living, or compassion for the weak.

The world had been carved with utter chaos and violence and here she was mocking the jedi in her silent approach of their own defense forces, taking a needle from her pocket she hurled it at a lone soldier impaling it into his neck killing him by severing his artery and watched him bleed out from the shadows, Menace no longer held compassion or kindness, she no longer held feelings for the ill or a need to protect those she did not know... she was now an agent of the sith and would always be the darkness of the night.

Walking on her eyes glowed a blue hue and her organic hand and arm frosted over with ice for protection and she watched as the soldiers tore into the civilians and the force users battled each other without knowledge of the coldness within reach of them, if she chose to she could kill them all and they wouldn't even realize it.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

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

Rounding the corner of the building, pistols in both hands, Coci could now see the back door. She was about to move toward it, when a overwhelming wall of the force hit her. She stood for a moment still as her mind raced. Talon!?

She could sense his presence nearby and moreover that he was in danger. They had a strong connection now and no matter where his was, she would be able to sense him through the force, a bond now unbreakable.

Talon! are you alright?, she sent a message to him telepathically. At that moment, the back door burst open and three thugs raced out into the alley way toward her. They are running to escape .. what she did not know and did not care. The force telling her they are part of this problem, part of an organised gang corrupt and evil. Without hesitation, she opened fire from her position, almost at point black range. The three dropped dead to the ground.

 

[Varax Malchor]

Varax hoped the officer got the message. This wasn't a situation where the assassin was in danger; he was the danger. He, and everyone else in this forsaken neighborhood needed to remember that, in this hell, he was the devil. Varax reveled in the idea. He was a death-dealer, through and through; a master of murder and a taker of lives. This was the killing ground. This was the battlefield. Down below, a fight had broken out between the warrior from earlier and a new, lightsaber-wielding assailant. A huge group of bystanders had formed a circle around the fighting pair and just outside it, he saw the familiar shape of a Coruscant officer. Zooming in with his goggles, he spotted the name of his badge: Trasker.

Well, that was easy. Disappointing, actually. Varax was optimistic that his tracking skills would let him find the lone officer, but this development just came off as blind luck. He didn't want to kill him now, as that'd be too easy. He wanted to put fear in him; fear in all of them. Varax glanced over at the police cruiser, which hovered lazily next to the balcony still, it's lights flashing. The director wanted him to help law enforcement break up the riots, so that's what he was going to do. He reached over underneath the console of the cruiser, ripping out it's navigation controls and pushing the control stick downward. The vehicle slowly gained momentum as it began to careen towards the growing mob, the warriors, and his target. "Serve and protect," he muttered to himself, satisfied as he watched the vehicle descend on them.


@[member="Ben Trasker"]
@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian slammed his shoulder into the door a couple of times before he stopped, the silence deafening as he turned and glanced back at the little insect that had been riding on his coat tails the whole time. He hadn't thought to dispatch the man, knowing and feeling in the force that he was only a minor threat, but that didn't make the little nat any less annoying.

Turning from the door, Christian reached up and plucked one of the bottles that had survived that chaos he'd created. It had managed to, with a few other bottles, stay seated on the shelf, and to his delight it was whiskey. A particularly good bottle of whiskey too, which he found out by pouring himself a glass and taking a sip. After that, he took the bottle and raised it up, examining the brand and label to hopefully find it's origin. He then took another sip from the glass he'd filled before setting it down and looking up at the unnamed man.

"You haven't tried to stop me or resisted at all. You haven't protested or done anything but warn a man not to do something despite not knowing what he was capable of. You've been a fly on the wall this whole time while I've killed men that are a part of the very same gang, yet you've done nothing.", he said, watching him with those bloodshot golden eyes, taking a sip of the whiskey before he continued. "I'd ask you why, but I'm certain I wouldn't get a straight answer. I will say this, however.", he said, reaching out and grabbing the edge of the bar with both hands, leaning over it with a rather serious look on his face.

"If you're trying to wait it out until I get tired or take advantage of the scene at the right moment, I'll advise against it. I'll kill you without a moments hesitation, and I know you think rather highly of yourself, but that's your weakness which I have no problem abusing..."

@[member="Loran Nera"]

 

[Lorna Nera]

Watching the man before him act like petulant child at the fact he felt anger from the street gang he crept among the building watching and waiting while the man supposedly banged on doors and walls in his drunken stupor, Nemesis was not one to be taken too lightly but he also knew this male was stronger in the force for the moment than Nemesis was and for once in his life he felt mocked and abandoned by the force, his own inner calm relishing on the mans inner chaos.

Finding his words to be comedy since he was slurring the whole time Nemesis smirked from under his mask and nodded at the man before speaking There is no way you will be leaving without injury, and as it is you have alerted the authorities to us... who do you think really owns this gang hmm? he asked as he felt the man mocking him, of course his words were a deception since the authorities cared less about the gang due to the fact before tonight they did nothing too major out in the open but the man would never know this...

You are drunk old man, leave now or be expelled by me. he said issuing his warning to the force user before him while gathering the force from within his body and focusing his mind while collecting the energies of the force within him to unleash his power upon this obvious master level force user.

You don't belong here, leave or I will make you he said as he issued his verbal challenge and stood there readying himself for an attack and standing in a side stance so he becomes less of a target while waiting for the unknown man to make his decision.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Talons eyes went wide as she was pushed away he was trying to see more than her sabers but he couldn't. He reached to his left to the wall that must be there and pulled with the force dragging his own body toward the wall. He was out from in under jer but not the grenade.

He sprung to his feet as the grenade went off freezing his right foot and leg all the way to his rib cage.

'Coci go!' He thought as he fought the urge to cry out. He had to wait for the effect to where off. He could have filled her with force lightning or reached for her to drain away her strength but the darkside were those things and they were for the weak and cowardly. He wouldn't resort to that not now.

"You would catch more flys with honey than explosives skipper." He taunted he wasn't quite above that yet.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian smirked for the first time that night as he heard this youngster speak. He wasn't much on brains and certainly couldn't tell that Christian was about as far from drunk as he'd ever been, and he knew a thing or two about being drunk. He stood just over seven feet tall, and a few glasses of whiskey were certainly not going to get him where he needed to go to even slightly resemble being drunk. It was comical the way this young man, who's ability in the force was a far cry from his own mastery, could say such things with such confidence.

"I'm not drunk, boy, and I'm certainly not an old man, I'm just older than you.", he said, laughing to himself as he looked down into the glass of dark, golden brown liquid that he swirled subconsciously with the light flick of his wrist. He then raised the glass and took another sip of the whiskey before he cast those golden eyes back across the room at the boy and smiled as he watched him.

He was certainly prepared to challenge someone, which was something Christian noticed rather quickly seeing as he was armed from head to toe with many interesting little goodies, but Christian was well versed with bladed combat and even more skilled at hand to hand. His control over the force, however, had been the stuff of legend, though his particular story went untold, and that was how he wanted to keep it. In his mind and in his knowledge of the force had been centuries of force knowledge, some of which was unknown to anyone but him.

Standing there, leaning against the bar, Christian watched the young man knowing that he was issuing a challenge far beyond what he was capable of, but he had to admire his bravery. It reminded him of him only a few years prior when he was still growing into a man. "I can see that you are brave, but I have business to take care of here, and when I'm done with my short break I'll be going back to that business. I suggest that you make yourself scarce before you make a mistake and get yourself killed tonight.", he said, plucking the glass up from the bar and downing the rest of his drink.

He tossed the glass freely over his shoulder, which shattered, scattering glass all across the bar, just as he threw his shoulder into the door again which gave way to his power and shattered into pieces. He stepped through that door, looked around, and continued on down a long hallway towards another room where he was sure that he would find Verus.

@[member="Loran Nera"]

 

[Darth Torment]

(OOC: when Ben gets on we will go from here, just moving within range)

Focusing herself on the nights chill she smirks at the combatants of the night and finds herself poised for the moment as her mind debates whether or not to engage yet she feels the pull of the force toward another location, her precognition answering the forces call and gives her sight unseen of a battle between herself and a man brandishing some major firepower, and with a partial name Tras.

Finding this to be beneficial for herself she regards the nights echoes and departs for another part of the bronx district and heads in that location, she was intent on meeting with this Tras warrior and whatever outcome would arise, she knew nothing of who he was but somehow the dark side compelled her to seek him out for a confrontation and possible match between their strengths. Darth Menace continued to lurk in the shadows and allow them to hide her within, as she walked the thin line of madness and darkness she held true to who she was, the warrior of damnation, the temptress of the dark side and the wanton warrior of evil and coldness, her cryogen focused on altering the nights temperature and exacting a sudden chill wherever she went long as she remained in the area within the chilled night.

Crossing into a new district of the bronx she smirked as she received another vision and focused on what she seen and focused on her mission at hand, this Tras was her next target and was the thing that would alter her own fate on this cold night, so far nobody made her and so far she was not seen.. yet as she studies the echoes she makes sure to focus her mind on the fight.

Leaping toward the building she smirks as she lands briskly and safely on the beam and walks inside only to hear a faint sound, somebody speaking but not just anyone.... this Tras guy, his voice was not something she ever wanted to hear since to her it was hoarse and deep, but for him it was possibly normal.. its that type of voice a child would hear from their authority figures, the head of the academy, a police officer or some type of tormentor. it was not something she wanted to hear at this time since it only made her want to drain him of his blood even more.

She knew whos planet this was, and for that she knew which side of the war this Tras guy fought on, so it was no joke that he would ally himself with the scum of the galaxy.. but she obviously was here to take out the trash, as she walked toward his voice she came to the railing and found he was now a couple stories below and found it unnerving that he would have that dominating of a voice, but she also found it pleasing that her target would be experienced enough for the voice to be heard.

Grabbing the railing she jumped over and glided down toward him and landed behind the man with the weapon, her mind hell bent on unleashing hell upon him and her body aching for combat. but now she would let it feed off the stuff.

Hey there handsome, looking for a dancing partner? she teasingly asked him as she pulled a smoke pellet and waited for her time to act, the pellet hidden in her hand and she pulled it before he could turn around with a slide of her hand. funny thing is she is aware of another in the vicinity, yet for him she is behind a wall so if he did shoot he would be shooting blind.
@[member="Ben Trasker"] @Varax Malchor

 

[Connor Harrison]

His blaster trained on the duelling Jedi warriors in front of him. A faceless threat over his comlink. Now a soft voice behind him asking him if wanted to dance?

...what was that whining noise....?

There was no sign of the warriors reacting to him, so he used the split second to turn his head quickly, edging his back away from her to be in a more central position between the two. He locked eyes with the female.

A pretty young woman, but who was she?

"Excu-"

...the whining was louder, added to the shouts of those dispersing around the crowd...

Trasker looked up above behind the young woman and saw the descending CSF speeder heading down towards their position, flashing lights and screaming down against walls of the Bronx it scraped across.

Don't think - act!

Trasker instinctively reached out and grabbed the girl, pushing her back into the passageway where he had come from originally as fast as he could, falling down with her to avoid the oncoming projectile.

He didn't know how long he waited, but it wasn't long before the shockwave of the explosion sent debris and smoke curling around their sector of the Bronx as the speeder crashed into the street in an eruption of flame and twisted metal.


@[member="Isis Fontana"]@[member="Varax Malchor"]@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The rain had started pouring down on them, washing away any excess blood from Thurion's face brought on by the wound adorning his forehead. It was a welcomed feeling, to say the least. Constanly eyeing Tracyn for any sudden movements, he did not disappoint. He was surrounded by some dark aura brought on by his opponent, and following this Tracyn charged him once again with his fist raised. At this moment a voice was heard, shouting at them both. There was no time to see where and who the voice came from, but turning his head to look up at something for just a split-second, Thurion proceeded to jump high into the air to land upon the descending vehicle sent their way. Standing on top of the roof of the car, he used the Force to take control of it just so he could direct it towards Tracyn, and once the two were about to collide, Thurion lept off it and landed outside of the gathering of people, who began to scatter as soon as they'd notice the impending crash. Eyeing Tracyn to see what would happen next, whether he would be able to get out of the way in time or not, Thurion kept his guard up against any eventual attacks from the panicking masses.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]