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Razz Michaels

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Swinging his arm through the air, the boy aimed to smash his fist into the side of Razz Michaels' jaw, hoping that it would cause the man to stumble backwards.

The punch connected and Razz flew back, Raul caught Razz from falling.


"Thank you Raul." He said before turning his head at the boy.

"You shouldn't have done that boy." Razz said camly. He cracked his knuckles then his neck.

He waved his bodyguards to the side then got ready to punch Tugoro in the stomach as hard as he could. If it works he would probably gasp for air for a few seconds.

He loved a good fight, but only if it was a honorable one.

[member="Hwo"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The young Padawan's arm would quickly draw back to his side after his hit connected, causing the Crime Lord to stumble in his henchmen. At least they weren't talking about the dancers anymore. Stepping forward, Tugoro would begin to raise his arm once more, drawing it back in preparation to strike at the bandaged man. However, the boy would be met by the man's quick fist, which connected with his torso. Stumbling backwards, Tugoro would hold his stomach in pain, the feeling being extremely unpleasant. Breathing loudly, the young boy would attempt to catch his breath, before looking back towards his opponent.

If he had decided to approach while he was recovering, the young Jedi would do his best to meet [member="Razz Michaels"]' jaw with his own fist once more. If he did not advance, then Tugoro would leap forward, and try to tackle the man.
[member="Hwo"]
 
Hwo watched on for a moment, letting [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] and [member="Razz Michaels"] knock the crap out of each other one good time before stepping in. This whole ordeal was pretty senseless in his opinion, but they were obviously past the point of sharing opinions. The Padawan was outnumbered three-to-one, and even though he had started the fight, Hwo couldn't just stand by as he got his ass handed to him.

The Jedi decided to engage the bodyguards and leave the other two to a fair fight. There was no reason to take a life just yet, so he kept his saber deactivated. But a lightsaber has more uses than simply producing a blade to slice through enemies. Hwo grabbed at Raul's wrist with his left hand, hoping to keep the combat knife back, while swinging for his face with his right hand, the hilt of his lightsaber gripped tightly in his fist.
 

Razz Michaels

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Razz went in and attempted to punch Tugoro in the Jaw, it could leave him open for more pain.

Raul did not see the man coming when he twisted his arm Raul dropped the knife.

"Hell." Raul scream out in pain

He attempted to punch Hwo in the gut but his wrist was still in pain.

Zane stepped back away from the fight.

"You pack a punch boy." Razz said talking about the previous punch to his jaw.

[member="Hwo"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Lily Rose sat watching the ordeal. Her chair was pulled a meter from her table, giving herself a wide berth of room to get up if the fight got too close. Her long, slender legs were crossed over one another as she began to get increasingly frustrated with the brawl. She squinted her eyes as she focused on the fight, her cybernetic eyes tracking every single movement with near-perfect precision. She was no Force User, but she could move faster than those guys. A result of a lifetime of intensive cybernetic implants. Unfortunately, she didn't have the skill of those guys. In a way, it evened it out. Sure, she could shoot them from a kilometre away, but they were five meters away. Hardly room for a sniper op. She had always lacked experience in martial arts but excelled better in knife-work, not that she was any good with anything bigger than a vibroblade. She wore an armorweave bodysuit covered by a long, light-red robe. A helmet sat alone on her table and a chest plate rested over her shoulders. A large fur rucksack sat by her side. Attached to her thick, weapons belt was a set of lime-green headtresses, formerly belonging to a Nautolan. She had scalped it from the Jedi Masters corpse, completing the bounty that had been on his head, in a manner of speaking. “Children, can you cut it out?” Lily asked, her gaze primarily on the crime lord.

@[member="Razz Michaels"] @[member="Who"] @[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Hwo caught Raul in the cheek, but [member="Razz Michaels"]'s bodyguard was pretty tough. He immediately returned a gut shot, but luckily he had dropped the knife by now, so it was only a fist that made contact with Hwo's stomach. Poor Zane was already stepping to the side, hoping to avoid the fight altogether.

Some bluish skinned lady sat by watching, a scowl on her face. [member="Luminous"] must have been in a worse mood than [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] from all of this. No matter. "You sure you don't want to join?" he asked, just before Raul hit him again in the side.

Hwo lost his breath for a second, but he knew he couldn't give the bodyguard any freedom or else he'd retrieve his knife. He brought his right elbow at Raul, aiming for his chest.
 
@[member=Hwo]

"You sure you don't want to join?" Hwo asked, just before Raul hit him again in the side. Lily uncrossed her legs, pushing herself up onto her feet. Lily said, "Thanks for the invite, darl." Her cybernetic eyes analysed the brawlers, noting the lightsaber hilt curled in the fist of Hwo. She too knew well the price of Force Users these days. After all, she had killed one of their ilk. Her hand brushed the headtresses. She was no fan of petty crime bosses starting fights, but when a job spontaneously opened, she liked to be the first one to apply. In a manner of speaking. She moved towards Hwo, "How can I help?" she asked, a snarl thrown in the direction of the man he fought. She stepped in beside Hwo, feinting to aid him. She raised her curled her fists, spread her legs in a stoic stance and readied herself. She thrust out at the bodyguard once, narrowly missing him purposely. A feigned attack to have her true prey believe she was an ally. Her Cardio-Muscular Package gave her three times the strength of a normal human. Her Hyper-accelerated nerve implants allowed her the intense reflexes of a Force User. Though it was the Neuro-Shock hand implants that where her true strength would lie in this brawl. Due to the mechanical servomotors used in its construction, it multiplied the hand's strength exponentially, making it more than capable of crushing bone and rock alike. The hand's defining characteristic, however, were the series of miniature repulsorfield generators set into its palm and joints. When activated by a flexing motion, the fields would activate and emit a fully-powered, short-range repulsor field, allowing the cyborg to push opponents away from their person, increase the power of their strikes in hand-to-hand combat, or even manipulate the fields to catch and parry blades, in a manner similar to a Repulse-hand. She turned on Hwo with a speed that defied common sense. She broke out into a frenzy of jabs too fast for the eye to catch. She attempted to jab him from his left thigh to left waist to upper left chest and down his left arm with inhumane strength. If her sudden ambush tactics had succeeded, she would flex her hands open, attempting to slam her palm against Hwo's chest to send him crashing away.

@[member="Razz Michaels"] @[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Frickin' mercs! Hwo thought as several quick punches came at his body. The Force was quite useful in such situations, and he had seen the attack coming in time to prepare...kind of. The first two strikes caught him pretty hard in the thigh and waist, but he managed to twist his body away before the others could ravage his left side; her fists caught nothing but his shirt sleeve. When [member="Luminous"]'s final blow came at his chest, he pushed his left hand out to meet hers, using the Force to counter the inhuman strength behind her thrust. While it protected him from any serious harm, there was still enough power behind the bounty hunter's strike to push him back against the balcony's railing. Hwo's body hit with a thud!, but he managed to stay on his feet.

His lightsaber hilt still in his right hand, Hwo flipped the internal switch with just a thought, and the green blade came to life. At the same time, he moved his left hand across in a throwing motion, hurling the small table beside him in the direction of the bounty hunter and bodyguard.
 
Lily heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber. She gazed upon the green blade, hardly noticing the swipe of his hand. Too late. She heard the tumbling of a table launching towards her. Lily turned her body, arms opening wide to catch the furniture. Too heavy, too wide and too fast. She caught it alright, but it sent her crashing across the room in a heap. Lily shook her head, finger curling over her shoulder to activate the thrusters of her jetpack. She shot away from [member="Hwo"], towards the table and chair of her origin. Lily arched her back, quickly altering her trajectory to hover above her position. She gently lowered herself, touchdown on the table. Falling to a knee, Lily grasped her helmet and firmly placed it over her neck. A connecting tube was attached to another that came from her chestplate. The bounty hunter reached down, unholstering a MP77 heavy blaster pistol. Lily said, "Tsk, tsk, now how about we put our weapons away and fight like men?"

@[member="Razz Michaels"] | @[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Well, everything had gone to hell at this point. Still proud of his assault on [member="Razz Michaels"], Tugoro would grin forwards at the bandaged man, watching as he leaped in for the jaw punch. A strange sense of danger would climb up the boy's spine, though he was unsure of what it was from. Could it be from the bandaged man's attack, or could it have been something else? Keeping his sharp mind attuned, Tugoro would jerk his body to the side at the last moment, allowing Razz's fist to pass right by his head. Swinging his arm up from his side, the young padawan would open his hand, aiming his palm towards the crime lord's torso.

Narrowing his vision, the boy would squint as he focused on Razz, attempting to draw an amount of force energy forth. It would begin to gather around his hand, before surging out in a push that would hope to push the bandaged man to the floor. From there, the young padawan's hands would meet at his torso, sliding the saber out of his sleeve. Gripping the handle in his palms, Tugoro would activate the blade, allowing it's blue glow to cast across the room. Turning his head slightly, the padawan would observe [member="Hwo"]'s battle, watching as this [member="Luminous"] character appeared. Where had she come from? That mattered little at this point, for he figured she was after their lives. Most likely for the bounties. Looking forward, the boy would spot her blaster pistol being drawn, his saber extending out front of him.
 

Razz Michaels

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Razz missed....how strange, oh well lucky jedi.

Tugoro punched him square in the torso area. He started to gasp for air, out of nowhere Razz got pushed to the floor, most likley do th the force.

"Your putting up a good fight Tugoro, too bad the dancers are still dancing against their will." He said while grinning.

Raul being released from Hwo stepped back for a brief second he looked at Luminous then reached for his blaster rifle.

Zane took up his blaster rifle and was ready to shoot.

"Tugoro, maybe your friend there needs help" he said hoping he would focus on his friend.

"Hey ma'am, want to make some credits?" He said while chuckling.

Credits, credits, credits that is what th galaxy has come to.


[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
[member="Luminous"]
[member="Hwo"]
 
Hwo laughed a bit at [member="Luminous"]'s comment. "All due respect, my dear," he said, "but your entire body is a weapon." Four on two, with one of those four a cybernetic upgrade away from becoming a full on assassin droid. He'd hold onto his saber now, especially as [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] drew his own blade, and [member="Razz Michaels"]'s henchmen brought out their blaster rifles.

"Do you see what you've gotten us into?" Hwo growled at the Padawan. "If I was your Master, I'd kick you out of the Order!" Of course that wasn't true. He'd tolerated much more from his own Padawan in the past. Then again, she had turned to the darkside and he'd been forced to take her life...but he kept those thoughts out of his mind for now. He was past that point in his life, and dwelling on those feelings would only serve as a distraction.

His eyes glanced back and forth among his opponents, preparing himself for the inevitable blaster fire. Who will be first? he wondered. Hwo hoped the boy knew what he was doing with his lightsaber, or this would be a short battle indeed. "I do invite you to lay down your weapons," he said to the growing group of outlaws, "and maybe we can all walk out of here alive." He wasn't with the Jedi Order anymore...he was no longer a glorified policeman. Thus, he had no obligation to deal with this scum and assure their arrests--or deaths.
 
Lily's eyes moved from [member=Hwo] to [member="Razz Michaels"], she said "A little extra credit wouldn't hurt." She was not yet aware that Hwo wasn't apart of the Jedi Order. Her limited knowledge of the Sith and Jedi led her to believe that anyone with a lightsaber was a member of either order. Hwo said, "I do invite you to lay down your weapons, and maybe we can all walk out of here alive." Lily watched him with squinted eyes for a few moments, she gently slid the heavy blaster pistol back into its holster. She stood there for a second, as if given up. Master of understatement. Bounty Hunting was easy with non-force users, but Jedi and Sith were a whole entire different sport. It was as ferociously deadly as it was rewarding. She twisted her body, jetpack launching her over the balcony. She craned her neck, twisting her body. Left hand reaching for her holstered pistol, drawing it quickly. She fired potshots at the Rogue Master, attempting to distract him with suppressing fire. All the while her right arm raised, underside of her wrist exposed to reveal a whipcord launcher. She fired towards the legs of [member="Hwo"], whilst he was hopefully distracted. The fibercord would naturally coil itself around its target if successful, and in the chance she was successful; her jetpack would drag Hwo off the balcony.
 
Tugoro would wince and flinch briefly, before regaining his posture, and grinning as well. It was true, the Padawan had done a lot of foolish things in his time, though this was not even that bad. At least, that is how Tugoro saw it. The boy had definitely picked a fight with the wrong guy, though he didn't know it. He didn't know who this other lady was either. Still grasping his saber tightly in his hands, the young Padawan would move, quickly stepping backwards before giving [member="Razz Michaels"] a stern look. He figured that the man would try to interfere either way, so Tugoro's mind would keep sharp. Bending his legs at the knees, the young boy would leap forward, making his way to the balcony's entrance. It was a short distance, so he got their relatively quickly.

Looking forward, the Jedi would watch as [member="Luminous"] shot rapidly, flying away as she did so. Lifting his blade, the boy's arms and wrists would work to move the blade, causing it to spin and shift positions. His blue beam of plasma would slam into the red bolts of energy as they soared forward, his maneuvering proving to be formidable. Planting his feet firmly onto the ground, Tugoro would delve into his Soresu form, utilizing it's quick and tight blade work in order to swat away the blasts that might've hit [member='Hwo']. He felt bad for involving the man in this, and was eager to prove himself worthy of being a Jedi. He was doing a bad job so far through his actions, though he aimed to make up for it with skill.
 

Razz Michaels

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When Tugoro stepped back Razz felt a bit of relief, that fight tired him a bit.

He picked up his drink that was on the balcony and slowly drink it.

He looked at Raul and Zane

"Stand down for now, but stay sharp." He said, he watched as Tugoro deflected the Crimson bolts of pure energy. The kid had potential, but where was his master, it couldn't be Hwo.

He looked to Luminous and watched as she shot the cromson bolts.

This went to hell fast.

[member="Hwo"]
[member="Luminous"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
Things were getting a tad confusing. It seemed that [member="Luminous"], [member="Razz Michaels"], and his henchman were open to a truce, but the blue bounty hunter had quickly gone back on her implied word. [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] helped him deflect her blaster fire, but the whipcord wasn't exactly blaster fire.

Hwo tried to dodge the fibercord, but it managed to wrap itself around his left foot. When the hunter attempted to pull him over the edge, he planted his feet firmly against the railing. He was now on his back, mostly upside down, feet digging into the top horizontal bar. "You should know better than that," he said through gritted teeth as he reached for the cord with his free hand. His strength enhanced by the Force, he yanked hardily, but that wasn't much compared to the pull of the jetpack.

Slowly, Hwo's body began rising from the ground, putting him in a pretty much horizontal position. "Oh, crap," he muttered as he was finally pulled upright and over. He let go of the cable and swiped at it with his lightsaber, slicing it in half. He caught the ledge with his left hand and flung his lightsaber straight for the bounty hunter right his right. That was a little trick he'd picked up while fighting Mandalorians a few years back. He jumped back over the ledge onto the proper side of the balcony and held out his hand to catch his lightsaber upon return, whether or not it hit Luminous.
 
Ah, yes! Nar Shaddaa! The most convenient locale in the entire galaxy to kill someone out in the open... and still get away with it! Not that Enjenka was into killing people. Just Jedi.

It had been months since the vigilante known as the 'Forcebreaker' had first been contracted by a mysterious stranger to slay the Jedi boy. Several wild bantha chases, dead ends, and rabbit holes had netted Skrik Enjenka Piper with nothing but a few scratches and a fascinating scar all the way across her back, courtesy of the now-deceased scumbag, Jedi Master Hasjo Hallu. It was always the wrong Jedi at the wrong time. Perhaps this '[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]' did not even exist.

But how wrong that assumption would be! It seemed Little Tugoro had made a teeny, tiny, pathetically microscopic reputation for himself along the way, and now people were coming out of the shadows to offer a little info on him--for a price, of course. Some of them were big fat liars, but it was alright. Her employer would pick up the tab. Eventually, the half-Rattataki had gotten an undeniable ID hit on Little Tuggy at the Hutt resort world, the polluted moon of the polluted planet of Nal Hutta. Hutts are notorious for causing pollution--and by various means.

Hands always at her hips in case she needed to quickly draw one of her vibroblades for an instant kill, Skrik stalked the streets and inquired about her target with the rather unsightly denizens of the streets. One of the street rats had just recently seen the young man pictured on her datapad. The greasy little guy even told the pale, obviously very dangerous woman the precise name of the precise cantina he had entered. How lovely! What a nice little fellow! She patted him on the head and gave him a shiny new credit chip before treading onward to the Dirty Danster.

From the outside, it looked like a nice place--if you hail from the deepest, darkest depths of the landfill popularly known as Raxus Prime. So it was an adventure, then! Smiling like a child on the morning of his birthday, the Forcebreaker walked into a bar.

[member="Hwo"], [member="Razz Michaels"]
 
The fibercord snapped with a clean slice. The sudden loss of weight shot her higher up into the air than she had anticipated, yanking her body. Her head whipped downwards. Before she knew it, the mans lightsaber was hurtling towards her. There was little she could do. Lily twisted her body, attempting to avoid the throw. It was too late, the sound of plasma cutting metal could be heard. Molten, red slags of durasteel dripped to the street below. Fuel ignited within the tarnished jetpack. The deafening point-blank explosion tossed her through the air like a rag doll, away from the balcony. All that had protected her from becoming a fried corpse was her armorweave. She fell some thirty feet, end over end. She slammed against the ground on the balls of her feet with a sickening slap. Shell-shock had taken ahold of her upon the intrusion of her ears, she didn't know what was occurring when she slammed against the ground, face-down, nearby Skrik. All that could be heard was a groan in pain.

[member="Hwo"] | [member="Skrik Piper"] | [member="Razz Michaels"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 
The bright glowing blue blade would deactivate, retracting back into Tugoro's metallic saber hilt. Lowering his arms, the young Padawan would exhale loudly, glad that the fight was over. [member="Razz Michaels"] had backed off, and [member="Lily Rose"] seemed to have been defeated. Stepping towards the railing of the balcony, Tugoro would look down to the streets, noticing the smashed glass that fallen. It was from his glass of blue milk, that had fallen over when [member="Hwo"] used the railing as a footing. Placing his palms against the rung, Tugoro would lift himself over the edge, his hair flapping in the wind as he fell towards the street.

The boy's leather boots would impact against the floor, his legs bending gracefully in order to absorb the fall. Placing his training saber back onto his belt, the Jedi would begin to walk forward, approaching the groaning bounty hunter who had slammed into the ground. He was going to check her pulse, though when he heard her moans of pain he simply ceased his movement, turning back to look up at the balcony. She was fine, and most likely not going anywhere anytime soon. Tugoro figured he would allow the Jedi Master to deal with her, seeing as the youngster's work was done. Lowering his gaze, the brown haired lad would look towards the cantina's entrance, noticing [member="Skrik Piper"], who may or may not have noticed the glass when it fell. There was something strange about her, aside from being armed to the teeth. He just couldn't place his finger on it.
 
People should be more careful! Everyone knows that the glass at these places is flimsy. People get thrown through the windows all the time in the average barroom brawl, so the establishment would logically not invest in anything decent--maybe not even compliant with building code. Who knows? The Hutts really seem to slack off on the rules that truly matter.

Whirling around, Skrik beheld a scene that just made her smile so wide. Some butch chick--who just so happened to look a bit like her--had taken the plunge out of the second story and smacked against the pavement. Luckily, she had a lot of hardcore body armor on. That would not have been pretty otherwise. But the real, lovely, glorious, immaculate detail about the event was that little Tuggy followed her down. So it was true! People really could have a good time on Nar Shaddaa!

Without a blink's hesitation, the half-Rattataki slung one of the vibroblades she had been fingering at the Jedi toddler, on target to bore into his waist. If there were any cameras recording this, Skrik would like to ask for nine or ten replays of that beautiful throw--maybe even at different angles. And in slow motion.

Power play!

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 

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