Some Shady Work - join at will

[Talmass Erillett]

Charles, visibly pissed by the sudden appearance of a sign and the shooting of glass spreading into the crowd, spots Marcus and single Kay. Deciding not to tackle Marcus imeadiatly, opting instead to also ready his rifle, aiming at the Sith Lord. Charles, began flanking the sixth, so he was positioned behind him.


In a cool, steely voice, "Put your Light Saber down sithscum."

 

[Ras'kala'han]

This situation started bad for Sintel Kay, and quickly progressed to something much, much worse - as [member="Ebony Blackheart"] pulled away in a defensive position, [member="Meyrit Daal"] had quickly - and he had to admit, cleverly (guess there was a reason these Force-deads didn't just roll over and die to any old wizard) - positioned herself behind him.

Of all the tricks the Force gave him, one of the best ones was the most subtle, the easiest power - if you have the Dark Side, or the other, more boring thing, you get clued in on situations pretty damn fast. That was the case now, as he sized up his few ways not to die or get locked up midmovement.

The Dark Jedi's humming, yellow lightsaber blade was nasty - his vibrosword couldn't parry it for more than a few seconds before it would sputter and snap, and its reach was longer than his own weapon to boot - and he didn't have the space to effectively turn around without exposing his back to the woman, who seemed eager enough to lop him in two.

Best Option: Duck down, take advantage of a leg sweep to buy space, pull back so that the two are at an angle, pull a tactical retreat to a nearby building and lure them into a chase where he would have the advantage.

Suddenly, a hail of blaster fire interrupted his path, courtesy of that [member="Marcus Lund"] character, threatening to separate him from his feet - involuntarily, he jumped upwards, hoping to put one of the two female combatants between himself and the blaster fire, but the best he could manage was a hasty reversal of direction, skidding backwards on his feet until his enemies were arranged in a triangle in front of him.

Best Option: Duck down, take advantage of a leg sweep to buy space, pull back so that the two are at an angle, pull a tactical retreat to a nearby building and lure them into a chase where he would have the advantage.


Best Option: Take advantage of the cyborg's itchy trigger finger, disrupt his aim and force the combatants to play off one another. By using them as cover against one another, create a chaotic situation and hopefully escape before CorpSec arrives.

He felt a shiver down his spine. "Put the lightsaber down, Sith scum." He felt the very distinct sensation of a blaster pointed at him, courtesy of [member="Charles Bellmont"] in the flesh. He was outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and outgunned in every possible way. CorpSec was probably going to arrive any second now - yes, there was the blare of sirens, growing steadily closer. He had to act, fast, or he'd end up dead, fast.

Best Option: Duck down, take advantage of a leg sweep to buy space, pull back so that the two are at an angle, pull a tactical retreat to a nearby building and lure them into a chase where he would have the advantage.


Best Option: Take advantage of the cyborg's itchy trigger finger, disrupt his aim and force the combatants to play off one another. By using them as cover against one another, create a chaotic situation and hopefully escape before CorpSec arrives.




Best Option: Derail everything. Run away in the chaos.

"Alright, alright - no need to get so picky. We're all friends here." He pitched his vibrosword forwards blade-first, it disappeared into the night-time smog of Nar Shadda. Don't trust in the Force to get yourself out of this one - make the Force do so. Grab the reigns of destiny with sheer power and will, and bend it into something better than the fate that's been decided.

He raised his hands above his head, pausing.

Then, the smog parted - a back-alley speeder, ruptured by a sword sticking out of its Repulsor, was on a rough downwards angle, carried by the momentum and heralded by the screams of its passengers - towards, towards...

Well... all of them. He swallowed, but his grin under his mask was broad - so this was what it was like. Maybe he was thinking about power, maybe he was thinking about the fiery, metal death that was barreling in his direction. At least he had the comfort that if he had to go down, he'd take all of them with him.


"And as your friend, I recommend you get out of the way."

 

[Crix Halcorr]

"Doctoring" nasty criminals and back alley thugs wasn't much of a job but it gave the young rogue padawan a livable amount of credits and a small amount of joy after patching up a gang member. Crix took the usual route back home, dropping into his speeder bike which basically consisted of scrap metal jumbled together by now. It had seen better days.

The stifling dark aura grew until it was almost suffocating. He gritted his teeth, sweaty palms gripping the handlebars tightly, knuckles whitening from the effort as he retreated from the dark presence, mentally hiding himself best he could. He would've taken another route but there was only another block and he risked it.

Terror greeted his senses harshly as he stopped short of the screaming crowd, hidden away in the covering mists of Nar Shaddaa. Blinking, he noticed a neon sign exploding above, raining hazardous shards onto the unfortunate persons fighting below. He would've classified this as another regular street fight, between two gangs maybe, but the dark presence was clearly at the center of it. So, he backed up, heart pounding in his ears.

Another route would be good enough, albeit a longer one.

It wasn't until when a sword sliced through the air, the blade lodging itself in the speeder's repulsed when he found himself unable to continue. His fingernails dug into the padded handles as he found himself lurching forward with great speed, letting out a short lived scream.

"Move! Get out of the way!" He screamed at [member="Meyrit Daal"] , [member="Ebony Blackheart"] , [member="Charles Bellmont"] , [member="Marcus Lund"] , and the rest of the crowd.

Stealing a glance back at [member="Sintel Kay"] , he drew from the Force to try and counteract the man's use of it on the speeder.

 

[Meyrit Daal]

This really had to be the worst day in recent history for the mercenary. It was also a day she promised not to drink with strangers in a bar, even if she risked pissing off a force-user or two. Her drinking companion, [member="Ebony Blackheart"] , was perhaps the only person in this group she was happy to see as their foe brought a speeder down on their heads. Yes, this had the makings of a cluster of epic proportions and Meyrit was not planning to be around as those sirens in the distance arrived.

Meyrit raised her voice, attempting to be heard over the screams of the passenger on the speeder and the few stragglers in the crowd now running for their lives. "Ebony! Can you stop the bike?!"

She was worthless at this juncture. Her blades and blaster bolts would do little good against a large fiery ball of metal falling from the sky. No, the best she could do would be to distract the bastard that was raining destruction all over the street. Lunging at the creature, knowing he'd thrown his visible weapon away, she attempted to slam him into the nearest solid object, a building. Her blades were tucked behind her forearms, attempting not to slaughter him, even though she had every right to, but to incapacitate him enough to stop his grasp on the vehicle.

The two gentlemen who had wandered into the fray would have to fend for themselves. She'd have to hope Ebony could stop the bike, or they were all about to meet a very painful death.

[member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Sintel Kay"] | [member="Charles Bellmont"] | [member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

As marcus heard [member="Meyrit Daal"] yel to stop firing, he stopt firing yet kept the blaster aimd at [member="Sintel Kay"].

As he saw the speeder aproacing he stept forward and yelt to [member="Crix Halcorr"] "you should get of thad speeder, it is about to get a bit more uncontrollable" after Thad warning, he activated the shock emitter in his mechanical arm and punched the back of the speeder as it thunders toward him. The electrical shock causing the speeder to shortcircuit and its engine to die down, the kenetick forece of the punch cuasing the speeder to spin out of control away from the group.

Marcus clenched his mechanical fist smiling "Wel Thad went wel"

[member="Ebony Blackheart"] [member="Charles Bellmont"]

 

[Saff]

Ebony watched the scene unfold bit by bit; a moment ago sure, she had it all under control, they had the whatever it was surrounded and she was ready to take it down.

Now glass covered the street, her companion was screeching about stopping a speeder, which she was happy to do, at least until [member="Marcus Lund"] stepped in and slammed his fist into it, the rider went flying and the big shattered; her only decent outcome was at least saving the random rider that'd made his way into this mess.

She closed her eyes and her sword was sheathed, she clenched her fists and threw them out, the careening [member="Crix Halcorr"] was moving too fast to simply stop, but she could at least guide his course into one of the stall's canopies, and so she did. His landing wasn't pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, but he didn't sound like he'd broken anything.

Ebony's time was short now, she sprinted past the fallen young man and saw him in near perfect shape; broken bike aside. So she chucked him a credit chip, hoping he'd get something in replacement at least.

Now it was back to Meyrit and the strange force user. She ran up to the two after Meyrit had tackled him and slammed a wall of force energy into him, sending him flying across the forum towards the wall of a building.

"We can stop him later; we need to get out of here first" Ebony stated more than she did suggest.

Her hand shot out for the Mirilian and she waited for her to grab it before moving again.

[member="Meyrit Daal"] [member="Sintel Kay"]

 

[Crix Halcorr]

Let go and breathe.

Hearing the shout from[member="Marcus Lund"] that had somehow penetrated past his scream, Crix unclenched his tight fists off the handlebars and prepared to jump. But it was too late. Electricity fizzled through the bike, then came the sound of glass and metal alike shattering into dust, and he soon found himself spinning, spinning, spinning.

Nar Shaddaa became a dizzying wash of colors and the young adult felt his stomach flip flopping as the bike streaked towards the shabby wall of a building, completely out of control. Panic rang alarms in his head and he'd long given up on using the Force to slow the impossible speeds. His descent onto a stall's rooftop, courtesy of [member="Ebony Blackheart"], left a dent as he loudly slumped onto it, head smacking and body rolling a complete three sixty.

Completely dazed, Crix barely registered the credit chip chucked his way.

[member="Meyrit Daal"] [member="Sintel Kay"]

 

[Talmass Erillett]

with the chaos of the speeder and the sith disappearing, Charles rushed to aid Crix Halcorr, checking for broken bones and a concussion. while still glancing around the alley, searching for something Charles still had no clue of.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Distraction, distraction, opportunity. You can't ever expect the Force to bail you out twice - hell, expecting it to bail you out once is a good way to get killed. It was time for a getaway, this situation was out of control, and as fun as havoc could be, it's absolutely no fun to get yourself killed for the sake of an enjoyable evening. Maybe when he was able to come back as a ghost or something. Not now, though, definitely not now.

Running away would be expected, but Sintel inhaled sharply, and followed by [member="Charles Bellmont"] at a quick, sprightly pace. He had a few more tricks up his sleeve and - well, it was easier to make a working when it's already halfway done for you.

First, telekinesis - not the major sort, like with the sword, but a little nudge, and a bit of metal leapt from his pocket to [member="Crix Halcorr"] with a small skitter. A datachip with some comm info, not too much unlike a business card, something he always kept around for the interesting ones. He wasn't entirely sure, but the Force probably bumped these two into one another for a reason, so he may as well keep cooperating until things started heading south.

Second, the smoke. Angling towards the debris of the speeder, Sintel darted towards the center of the wreckage and wrapped the thick, black smog coming from the ruined engine around him like a cloak. It seemed to hang still for a second, but quickly scattered - and he was gone. Stinging, sore, and crawling through the alley he had ducked away to, the night... probably could've gone better. But things could only go up from here.

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[member="Meyrit Daal"]
[member="Ebony Blackheart"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]

Spoiler: OOC

Thanks for the fun RP!