Stranger Danger (open)

[Tugoro Taidarious]

"Little Tuggy" was definitely a new one, although the young Padawan would not be able to realize it until spoken. Today was an extremely unlucky day for the boy, given the fact that he had been found by [member="Skrik Piper"], in his current situation. On his body currently were only two weapons, while the pale Rattataki had about six on her. The boy's gaze would remain on her backside as he continued thinking, not sure what about her made him feel so strange. Surely it wasn't attraction, just looking at the female's oddly hairless head made him laugh. The boy prided himself on his luscious looking brown hair, considering it his best feature even though his deep emerald eyes were rather striking. Shaking the narcissistic thoughts out of his head, Tugoro would follow the Forcebreaker's movement, watching as her fingers gracefully unsheathed her vibroblade, in which she karking threw.

The shining, powerful blade would swing through the air with a rapid rotation, that threatened to cleave anyone who touched it in half. The distance between the two combatants was relatively short, giving Tugoro less time to react. However, seeing as he had been watching Skrik, he would be able to react ahead of time, his careful eyes having a natural knack for detail. The Jedi's torso would jerk forward as his head bent down, beginning to lower himself to the ground. His legs would give way as his arms extended, now becoming the limbs that propped his body up. Stabilizing his posture with one arm, the boy would lean his entire body to one side, watching as the blade span violently on it's vertical path. Thanks to the angle at which it had been thrown, the tip would nick the boy's shoulder, causing blood to drip from the new opening in his jacket. Afterwards, the blade would continue to go flying, slamming into a nearby wall.

Lifting an arm in anger and annoyance, Tugoro would point a single finger at the female, while questioning, "Who sent you?"

 

[The Upright Man]

[member="Skrik Piper"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Lily slapped her hand against the permacrete ground. She was oblivious to Skrik and Tugoro, and their subsequent confrontation. Lily dragged her knees under her and lifted herself up, a hand to her helmet. A thunderous headache penetrated her head, but the adrenaline was doing what it could to settle it. She craned her neck, sore and stiff. Lily looked at the two and took a step next to Skrik, it was obvious who was against who right now. Even if she didn't know the lady, she could assume what she wanted. Lily not only had the headtress trophy of Hasjo Hallu hanging from her belt, but of Padawans Jora Vao, a blue Twi'lek Lekku, and Kuan Le, the long neck and small head of a Kaminoan. Each had been placed in a form of lamination to prevent them from decay. Lily raised her wrist, looking to see what was about to happen.

 

[Razz Michaels]

Hurt...a whole lot of it. The woman fell pretty hard, Razz watched Tugoro follow and he decided Zane should check it out.

"Zane, Raul...lets go enjoy their fight." Rzz said before jumping over the railing himself. He hit the ground hard, but landed right so it wouldn't effect him much.

"Zane...check the injured woman...we can't have any deaths known yet..."

Zane rushed to the woman who was hurt from the fall.

"Ma'am are you ok?" Zane's bloodied clown mask would shine in the gleaming lights.

"Perhaps this isn't going to be a fair fight... Raul, go walk near the jedi...see, but don't ask if he needs help." He ordered Raul. Razz sat back watching the story unfold.

If it got out of hand, it could be easily stopped.

[member="Private Rose"]
[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
[member="Skrik Piper"]

 

[Skrik Piper]

Who sent her? "The Force!" she replied sardonically, very annoyed that her highlight-worthy throw had been mostly dodged. Of course, one could always expect a fight with one of these self-righteous, Force-wielding, good-looking Jedi would be unfair. That is why you have to be unfair right back at them! Two is better than one, unless you are after a bounty.

Skrik was after a bounty, but [member="Private Rose"] did not need to know that. The Forcebreaker could be friends with a creepy-eyed tough gal that looked like her hypothetical sister, or at least a distant cousin. Piper had no idea what this woman's skillsets were, but if she was tough enough to survive a fall like she had just taken and keep on kicking, then she was tough enough. The Jedi assassin winked at her and scooted to the side so the temporary duo could cover more angles.

Skrik yanked the electrostaff from its tether on her little travel pack and brought it to life, its menacing, purple swirls of electricity dancing at the tips. The trick to killing a Jedi was either getting really far away and sniping them, or getting so close that they could not afford to focus on their magic and trickery. The first option was not really an option in this case, especially with some gangster dude showing up with his sympathetic henchman. What lowlife defends Jedi?

Aggravated but intending to press her advantage while she could, Skrik lunged and tucked her legs as close to her chest as possible to avoid a possible slash from his lightsaber, then brought one end of her weapon down at high velocity so that it might impale the Jedi boy's prone body.

Any spectators were in for a good show tonight.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Razz Michaels"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's mouth would hang agape in awe as he watched [member="Private Rose"] rise to her feet, after experiencing such a close explosion. The jetpack she had worn detonated at point blank range thanks to the prowess of [member="Hwo"], who was probably in the bar doing his own thing. The two assassins were apparently going to team up, however that would not do. Tugoro did not like the odds, having already seen the skill and power that Luminous possessed. Even so, the young Padawan would attempt to take advantage of her slightly dazed state. While hopping backwards, the Jedi would begin to focus on his force energy, causing it to gather and surround his palms. Forming his hand into a fist, the boy would mold the energy around it, before swinging forward with his cocked back arm. The Padawan was rather experienced for his age, though he did not possess the same strength an adept knight or master would. What he lacked in power, he made up for in refinement. After practicing his telekinetic abilities for the past months, the boy had achieved an impressive understanding of it, thanks to his studious mind.

The energy that Tugoro had concentrated around his hand would project itself forth as his arm swung. It would travel invisible through the air, aiming to slam a concentrated fist size of force violently into the bounty hunter's arm that had been extended. The boy hoped his agile frame would grant him the element of surprise, for he tended to move fast. Then again, so did Luminous. Having hopped backwards, Tugoro's eyes would widen as he watched [member="Skrik Piper"] move, once more drawing a weapon from her arsenal. He wondered how many she had brought. Quickly bending his legs at the knees, Tugoro would begin to lower himself, allowing his torso to lean backwards as well. Soresu was the Padawan's favorite form, mainly due to the fact that it employed last second physical dodges. The bright purple energy that crackled along the end of the electrostaff would graze past the boy, causing a noticeable burn to be etched into his clothing. Gritting his teeth, the boy would scoff in anger, rather annoyed at such an attack, especially on a Republic world. The boy would begin to back pedal after voicing his displeasure, his feet moving his body backwards at a rapid rate. He had fused a balanced amount of force energy into his legs, allowing him to move at an enhanced rate, while still sustaining stamina.

Pivoting completely on his heel, the casually dressed undercover Padawan would turn away from his captors, dashing off into the distance, hoping to make his way through the crowds, before delving into a nearby alleyway. Tugoro's chest would lift up and down as he breathed heavily, his sprint slowly dying down into a slow walk. The Jedi would keep his mind sharp as he traveled, not sure if the duo had decided to follow or not. There was something strange about the Rattataki, it was almost as if he knew she would continue to seek him.

 

[The Upright Man]

Lily Rose was certainly more than meets the eye. Her display of Jedi scalps, and a head swung back and forth as she began to move opposite to [member="Skrik Piper"]'s movement. The Kaminoan head, and Twi'lek lekku both had braids imbedded in the flesh; padawans. The fall had knocked the wind out of her and hit her hard, but she was hardier than that. Half of her body had already been replaced by cybernetics, and the cushioning of her armorweave bodysuit and exterior titanium armour had taken much of the blunt force. When [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] brought back his hand and thrust out, she moved. But not quick enough. She had been given cybernetics to allow her hyper-reflexes, to the extent in some cases she could move quicker than a Jedi, but not this time. She was caught mid-stride, propelling her in a series of summersaults before slapping against the permacrete ground once more.

 

[Telthòr]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] | [member="Private Rose"] | [member="Skrik Piper"] | [member="Hwo"]

The newly-made Padawan was alone, and on no dangerous a world than Nar Shaddaa. Such a rank as Padawan were expected to be accompanied by their mentor at most, and generally all times. Those who had not found one, roamed with other groups or studied at the temples. Few were given permission to leave and wander the galaxy on their own. Ricardt was one of those few exempt. He was no youngling, and far from it at the age of twenty-six. He knew how to handle himself among the galaxy. Not to mention, he was known for his deep and philosophical academic distinctions at the Temple of Ossus, and his spiritual connection to the Force. His skill with the lightsaber on the other hand could not be praised.

The adherent to Form Zero stepped from the crowd. His hood had been drawn over himself, concealing his presence from unsavoury attention. He had only arrived, but seeing the expulsion of force energy from what he assumed to be a Jedi was enough to convince him to step him. The Archaeologist strode across the square, closing the distance between himself and the bounty hunter in only a matter of strides. He raised his foot and placed it firmly down on the back of Lily Rose, applying pressure to keep her there. He announced, "Fights over."