Streets of Paradise

[Huhtal]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"][member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Ronak"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Davin Skirata"][member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"][member="Darth Harbinger"]

Huhtal looked down at his pack and smiled. In his ravished state the young boy could not understand why someone would throw away an entire loaf of bread. Dry and crusty, but barely any mold on it the loaf could feed Huhtal for three days. Breaking of a piece and stowing the rest in a pack beside him, the boy sat casually at the side of the road to enjoy his meal and watch passerby on the street.

A freighter flew overhead throwing dust into the air and onto the stalls of the peddlers lining the streets of the makeshift spaceport. Huhtal could not recall the port’s or even the planets name, all he knew was that the days were hot and dry. Traders, smugglers, pirates and the occasional Jedi had passed through the port over the last few weeks, at least from what Huhtal had seen.

A commotion between a shopkeeper and a passerby caught Huhtal’s attention. The boy couldn’t make out what words were being exchanged, but things seemed to be getting heated. Not wanting to get caught up in trouble Huhtal turned to pick up his pack and leave.
Gone. Huhtal wanted to kick himself. He had been so busy watching the market that some other street rat had pilfered his pack and his precious bread.

 

[Ronak]

The ship had arrived at the port and when leaving Ronak was amzed to find himself on a strange new planet. Everything looked different from his home planet Uvena Prime. Without a clear goal he had followed some of his ship mates to a small peddlers‘ market near the spaceport. Holding his nose into the air, he took in the port‘s smell. The smells of many strange people all alien in his eyes, of spices and creatures, but also of grime, dirt and sweat.

A trader with strangely coloured skin and several spikes on his head offered him some grilled piece of meat which smelt intensely spicy. Curiosity got the better of him and he offered the trader some money for the meat. „This is not valid here, you cheater!“, the trader growled at him. „I am sorry...“, Ronak tried to excuse himself, when a belligerent shipmate of his started to intervene slurring: „When you say such things to our mate here, you insult all of us!“ Two more Zabraks started to close in on the two of them. „We don‘t want trouble“, Ronak tried to calm down the situation. „Don‘t speak for others, kid!“, the drunken ship man growled and two of his long-term mates came closer to his side.

As the ship men and the Zabraks started their fight, Ronak dodged under the first hit in his direction and then quickly dove between the market stalls to get out of the way. „Out of here!“, some merchants were shouting after him, while his deftly ran between the market stalls. When he finally stepped out between the last row of stalls, he found himself face to face or rather face to belly with a small dirty kid which almost dropped his bread loaf at the sight of the wolf-man. „I‘m sorry, little one“, he growled softly after the youth sprinting away from him.

Now that he finally had the time to take in his surroundings, he noticed a small kid scanning the surroundings intently. Then brown eyes locked with yellow ones, as both became aware of one another.


[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Milla Ordo"]
[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Vanessa Vantai"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"]
[member="Darth Harbinger"]

 

[Darth Harbinger]

@Ronak@Huhtal

On the planet Darth Harbinger had been in the ally stalls, buying A black old looking leather bound book of magic and dark side Alchemy for studying later on. At first him and the shop keeper had been in something of a argument though after making a few motions with his hands he managed to achieve the book for free using his sith sorcery of the mind. After walking away he heard yelling around him and he instinctively reached back and gripped onto the handle of his saber scythe before turning to see an animal like alien looking directly into his mask. Darth harbinger locked eyes with the wolf like being and his body stiffened just in case he needed to kill the wolf. Soon he saw a smaller Twe'eak show up along side him and his scythe like blade activated just in case they were bounty hunters or assassins in disguise. Darth Harbinger spoke in a deep Scottish accent after a few moments of looking upon the two that had just arrived once the red blade jetted out in a crescent shape from the staff to make a scythe shape. "What business do you have here?" he asked him as he held his blade in both hands and his eyes seemed to glow slightly with the amber color associated with the sith. It was then he allowed some of his dark side aura to seep out, filling the ally way with the feeling of darkness and despair.

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla slowly crept towards the food stall. The vendor was busy trying to sell the spiced meat large furred sentient. Step by cautious step, she made her way to the edge of the stall. The closer she got, the more the vendor and the other being started to argue. This was good for her as it drew more attention away from herself.

Her hand was mere inches away from grabbing food she hadn't eaten for some time. Unfortunately, she was going to have to wait even longer. Before her fingers could even touch the food, a fight erupted between the vendor and several others. The stall turned into chaos as the two parties clashed together.

Milla barely had time to avoid the stall and several other heavy items as they came crashing down around her. Instinct had kicked in and her brain screamed at her to run. Which she did without looking back to see if danger was following her. She also had left the prospect of a decent meal behind as well.

The small orphan ran as fast she could till she hit the end of the stall. Then she came to an abrupt stop. There in front of her was the same being that had been talking to the vendor she was going to steal from. The same being that most certainly, in her mind, was the cause of said fight and loss of her next meal. Her eyes moved to the other child. This one she recognized, Huhtal, she had seen him before.


[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Ronak"]

 

[Ronak]

These kids must be like the like the herd beasts at home, as soon as you run into one others are not far. A second more human-looking child had now also ended up near him and the first one. Before being able to discern what to do with the kids – other than scaring them away as usually happened, he heard a highly smooth voice behind him: „What business do you have here?“ Not again running into trouble – he had not even DONE anything!

While turning, an immense feeling of despair and darkness filled Ronak who whined at the sudden onslaught of dark force energy. The dark looking stranger close to them felt like the origin of this energy. Even if he could not have felt that the amber glowing weapon would have been a dead giveaway that he was a dark side force user. Raising his hands defensively, Ronak yowled: „I ...“ - then he remembered the kids who less scared than he - „we want no trouble with you or anyone else.“

Preparing to run in case the stranger might attack, Ronak let his eyes dart over his surroundigs to assess possible escape routes. The small kid close to him he could grab and take along with him, if danger arose. The other one was further away – she could possibly dart out on her own, not being in the focus of the dark stranger‘s attention yet.


@Darth Harbinger
@Huhtalhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18316-huhtal/
@Milla Ordo

 

[Jak Skirata]

The spaceport's docks opened up directly to the small market street of the modest city. Well, if city is what one would call a collection of buildings around a spaceport on a back water world in the middle of nowhere Outer Rim. The Judge shrugged and adjusted the cloak on his shoulders and strode into the streets. It would be a while until his ship was refueled and its weapons recharged. A few plates marked with scorch marks from a few scathing turbolaser blasts needed to be replaced too.

He didn't much trust the Dug and his motley crew of four armed beasts, but he didn't have much choice. He barely had enough fuel to get here let alone any larger port world or any of the shadow ports he knew of.

People seemed to be moving away from a single point and the Force brought a tingle to his shooting hand. A commotion was coming from some stall. An elderly man who seemed to recognize his armor as that of a warrior, or maybe confused it with dock security grabbed at his cloak and started mumbling in some backwater trade language he didn't quite understand.

"Alright, alright...Get your hands off me," he grumbled before making his way to the small commotion in front of the stall. And then he understood what was making his hand so twitchy. A warped snap-hiss of a lightsaber weapon rang out, the sound just barely echoing off of the walls around them. He pushed past people as fast as he could to try and diffuse the situation. He was sure someone in the Outer Rim had a bounty out on rogue Sith or Dark Jedi.

His hand found his own crudely built lightsaber. He didn't activate it, but he stood between the scythe wielding man and the other civilians that had somehow gotten dragged into business with a Dark Jedi.

"Iiiii would but that away if I were you pal, no need for all that here." His other hand hung over his blaster. It was obvious he wasn't local, painfully so. The T-shaped Mandalorian helmet, the thick Mandalorian accent...They were dead giveaways. But the boonies were his home now, and he wasn't much a fan of rogue Dark Jedi and self proclaimed Sith mucking it up. He took note of where the two children were in regards to the strange exotic lightsaber-based weapon the Dark Jedi was using and took a step forward.

[member="Ronak"] [member="Darth Harbinger"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Ronak"]

 

[Darth Harbinger]

[member="Davin Skirata"]@Ronak@Milla Ordo

Harbinger had Continued to study the two kids and the wolf like being for a moment before the New comer walked between them. He studied him and noticed the crude light saber, nothing legitimate but it would still produce a blade that would slice as good as any, The armor and the T shaped Sight Visor along with the man's thick accent easily tipped him off that the man was mandalorian. He watched him for a moment, Debating weather or not to attack and instead focused on the mans thoughts and wail he couldn't read to much, he read enough to know this guy had not been sent by some angry slaver after his head or the Jar-Ari to test his capabilities so he soon deactivated his light saber though he was still on his toes never the less. "One cannot be to careful in this place.." He said in his low smooth voice wail he watched them. The voices soon began to talk in his mind but he pushed them aside "You cant be to careful in these ages.." he said as the Aura of darkness and Despair left the area slowly and seemed to retract back into the sith.

 

[Ronak]

The new arrival covered in armour and helmet his crew-mates had taught him were Mandalorian managed to discourage the dark force stranger. However, it was not until the light saber was retracted and the dark aura which had filled his mind so intensely finally started to fade, before the Shinavastanen finally relaxed his tense muscles slightly from immediate flight mode to close attention. Somehow he could also feel something ‚off‘ about the new arrival, but could not point his finger on what it actually was - no smell, no movement, just a strange ‚feeling‘. Only then did he notice the hilt of a light saber at his belt. Maybe the dark force user gave in, because this was another force user. The tales about Jedi had always described them differently – with robes and such attire – but who knows what those stories are worth. Still it would be better not to get on the bad side of the new-comer which was his specialty with just about anyone non-Shistavanen.

„This was just a misunderstanding“, he tried to explain and pointed at himself and the kids, „we did not want to cause any harm.“ For reconciliation, he tried a smile which looked more like a wolf baring his teeth to non-Shistavanen. Just in case he took a step backward from the dark force man and took a worried glance at the small Twilek boy and the human looking girl, if they were still here and alright.

@Darth Harbinger
@Milla Ordohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/20441-milla-ordo/

@Davin Skirata
@Huhtalhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18316-huhtal/

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

This day was getting weird. At first it was just unlucky with the food vendor incident, but now it was just weird. The whole thing started when a stranger with the scythe like weapon appeared and the dark aura rolled of him. The feeling of darkness was everywhere, pressing down on her like a great weight and seeping into her very core. The feeling made a shiver run down her spine.

Then the Mandalorian showed up. She could easily recognize him from both the armor and accent. What threw her off about him, was what he was holding. The object looked like a lightsaber hilt, a crude looking one, but one nonetheless. Fortunately he seemed to be trying to talk down the being causing the dark aura.

Milla quickly realized something, she was boxed in. There was a wall behind her. The wolf like bein standing in front of the alley way. To right was the Mandalorian and to her left the being with the scythe. She was caught between a standoff and not sure who to trust.

[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Darth Harbinger"]
[member="Ronak"]

 

[Huhtal]

Run. That was the only thing going through Huhtal's mind. Not only had adults become involved but things looked like they were going to get violent. Huhtal resisted the instinct for the moment and remained still. The tall boy Ronak had become the focus of attention but looked like he could handle himself. He seemed like a reliable person and Huhtal waited to see if he could diffuse the situation.

Then his eyes turned to Milla, he recognized the other urchin but couldn't place where from. Meeting her eyes he made a gesture with his chin as if to indicate "we need to get out of here". But looking around Huhtal realized their avenues of escape were few.

Huhtal looked over at Darth Harbinger. The man gave him the heeby jeebies. But more then that Huhtal recognized that the grown up was very unpredictable and that made him a person to avoid. At the same time Huhtal wondered why he had drawn his weapon absent any real provocation. It seemed like a good way to get yourself into trouble.

Looking over at Davin Skirata, he looked like a Mando but was carrying a light-saber. Huhtal came to the conclusion that Davin was probably some sort of loner Jedi. In any case the young street urchin was grateful that the level-headed man had interfered. If they managed to get out of this mess Huhtal guessed that the big mans ship would be a good one to sneak aboard.

 

[Ronak]

The boy and girl seemed to have extraordinary courage to not have fled by now, or possibly they were just cornered and afraid of moving – his sensitive nose could pick up the smell of fear. Either way, now that the immediate danger seemed diminished, he should find a way out for himself and the young ones – pups had to be protected by the elders in the pack after all.

The alley way behind him was an open route for escape, even with the dark force guy‘s abilites, he had to get by the other force user first. So this could buy them time for an escape, if needed. However the children had not moved as far away from the strange duo as he had. Thus, he tried to slowly move his hand in a gesture which would beckon them towards him, but could not be interpreted as an attack by the dark man. „Come here!“, he tried to growl in as low a voise as possible to not be heard by the aggressive dark force man.

Before they could actually spring to action however, a winged creature flew up into the air a few feet behind the dark stranger as a small predator had tried to catch it while pecking breadcrumbs from the street. Expected the dark man to draw his weapon again and sprung into action, trying to grab the whelps and chase off with them, if he could.


@Darth Harbinger
@Milla Ordohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/20441-milla-ordo/
@Davin Skirata
@Huhtalhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18316-huhtal/

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla caught Hahtul's subtle suggestion to run. He had a point, running might be a good option. There was a slight problem though, which direction did she go? She had to carefully plan out which person to head towards. The time for thinking was over quickly as the winged creature broke the stillness.

Her body reacted almost on instinct at the sudden diversion. She had no real training in the force, but it seemed to strongly manifest itself in times like these. The world seemed to slow momentarily as the force built up within side her. A split second later she was on the move. She took off towards the Mandalorian with surprising speed for someone her age. Her mind chose that direction without her thinking about it. She was Mandalorian and so was he and he was also a Jedi. So she believed anyway.

She cleared the distance between them in a second. All she needed to do was get around him, then maybe she was home free.

[member="Ronak"]
[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Darth Harbinger"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]

 

[Darth Harbinger]

@Ronak@Huhtal@Milla Ordo.

Darth Harbinger's eyes studied the pair for a moment wail he read the body language of them all. He was well aware that the two younglings were scared of him though it didn't faze him to much. They had not done anything worth causing him to kill over and as much as Harbinger liked to fight, he wouldn't unless he was provoked into doing so. Then he glanced back at the wolf like creature, he had never actually met one before and wail the attempt at a smile was a little odd, he wasn't feeling the need to attack him for anything though part of him wanted to study the beast...or man...or whatever he was... To Learn about them though that wasn't his concern. The three of them were one thing though it was clear that out of the four there, the mandalorian was the more skilled fighter between the two kids and the wolf. Harbinger wasn't however afraid of him as clearly the mandalorian was trying to do. His eyes locked on the light saber and wail his was deactivated he didn't plan on putting it away just in case he was attacked. Part of him wanted to fight the mandalorian, it seemed like it might be a fun fight .. though he didn't really feel like scaring the kids at all anymore then he had. It was then that he felt something coming before he looked over at the wolf and spoke. "You'll find my views as a sith differ slightly from most, I see no reason to kill-" it was then that the bird flew high into the air in fright and as he glanced but for a moment he saw the girl suddenly dash away. His Instincts said attack though he didn't, pushing the voices yet again from his mind as he kept his eyes on the bigger threat, the mandalorian. It was clear he wasn't subjected to the type of training he was, for all he knew, the wolf might be sith assassin in disguise..or the girl might be some type of distraction so the boy could blow him up...and the mandalorian...well...that spoke for itself. Clearly they were not aiming to kill him, test him or grab some unknown bounty from a angry slaver who's coming he ripped apart during a liberation mission. Though he did watch all of them....just...in case...

 

[Ronak]

The girl dashed off more quickly than he would have given the small human credit for, but maybe he shouldn‘t be surprised having experienced himself how desperation had speeded up his paws beyond what should be phyiscally possible.

„You'll find my views as a sith differ slightly from most, I see no reason to kill-“, the words sounded strangely, as did the voice. The meaning sounded so different from the intense dark emotions he had only just felt coming from the … being, the sith. Still he did not activate his weapon again, still he did not attack. This contradiction in his actions sparked Ronak‘s curiosity and made him more reckless than he had intended. Curiosity would kill the Shistavanen one day – hopefully not today. Freezing midmove in his attempted retreat, he still watched the stranger intently, as he did the ligth saber wielding Mandalorian.

„I‘ve never met a Sith. What are your views?“, would have been the questions he would have liked to ask, but did he actually speak them out loudly or were they just so obvious from his curious stare that the sith could read them without requiring much ability.

[member="Darth Harbinger"]
[member="Milla Ordo"]
[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Davin Skirata"]

 

[Huhtal]

Ronak gestured to Huhtal to come closer to him but the boy remained frozen not knowing what to do. He watched wide eyed as the two men began discussing something about Sithand political views. Looking around, he wished he could get back to finding food but there was nowhere for him to run to.

The thought had only just crossed his mind when Milla with inhuman speed dashed away running toward the Mandalorian. Mouth hanging open Huhtal forgot all about running and wondered how such a feat was possible. Huhtal was fast, he had to be living on the streen. But even on a full stomach and after a good nights sleep he had never run as fast as she had.

[member="Ronak"] [member="Darth Harbinger"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Davin Skirata"]

 

[Darth Harbinger]

@Huhtal@Ronak

Darth Harbinger looked at the wolf as he sensed his cureosity through the force. He took a slow breath as he closed his eyes and centered himself, his mind now becoming extremely aware of his surroundings "I can sense your cureosity, it radiates from you like an aura " he explained to him before speaking "I do not kill unless you are a slaver or you stand in the way of my goals" he told him as he watched the wolf like being for a moment before adding "the sith are not mindless blood thirsty killers, we kill to achieve our goals and only to achieve our goals... The sith are demonized by Jedi simply because unlike the Jedi , who teach you to suppress your emotions, the sith draw power from them.." He then Decided to show a little of his ability and began to draw a strange star like shape in the air with his finger wail muttering the words "Qâzoi Kyantuska" before holding his hand towards one of the vender's that had chased the urchan off. The man seemed to become lost for a moment and then his eyes snapped back to focus before he slowly turned around and grabbed some of the food before walking over and dropping two bags of assorted food down by the groups feet before he walked over to the wall in the Ally. He then began to slam his head into the wall over and over, again and again. As blood appeared on the wall the vender fell down unconcious. Darth Harbinger soon walked over and began searching his pockets before he pulled out a piece of paper with a strange rune on it. It seemed like a cross and star with a half Moon combined into one symble "there you are...." He said with a soft tone of awe as he pocketed the paper. "[member="Milla Ordo"]

 

[Ronak]

His astonishment only increased, as one of the food vendors brought to bags of food for the young urchins. For a moment he thought that maybe the Sith were actually not as bad as the stories. This did not look too bad to him. But then the men‘s behaviour became stranger and stranger. Walking past them to a wall Ronak was starting to watch with increasing horror as the vendor banged his head against the hard surface not only until his face was all bloodied but until he dropped unconcious.

Paralyzed by the the cold-bloodedness the Sith possessed to simply walk over to the unconcious man, take a piece of paper from his pocket with another symbol, maybe the one the Sith had drawn into the air. „There you are“, the dark man said softly. But the Shistavanen could not sure his enjoy and awe, he had learned now that the ways of the Sith were definitely not his ways. Unnecessary violence as this was something he despised.

„I see your ways now“, he said trying to his voice keep calm and not too emotional. „I have no enmity with you. But no sympathy for your ways either. But thank you for showing me. This was a valuable message“, he bowed his head and his words were honest, not sarcastic. Learning new things was valuable for him and learning from a Sith about the ways of the Sith was more honest, direct and valuable than from a Jedi. Not that he knew much about their ways except for stories or had run into one of them yet.

Darth Harbinger
Milla Ordo
Huhtal
Davin Skirata

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla froze when she saw what Harbringer was doing. She had never seen anything like it before and it both mesmerized her and startled her. What happened next amazed her even more. The food vendor from earlier seemed to act as if someone else was controlling him. After gathering several bags of food, he dropped them on the ground near the alley way.

Then the worst happened. The vendor went over to the wall and began to hit his head off it till he fell unconscious. Milla stared wide eyed in surprise and fear at what just happened. Once Harbinger took a step forward, Milla darted behind the Mandalorian, using him as a shield.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Why?

Did he forget that he was right there?

The minute he felt the dark influence in the Force he snapped to life. He was too late for the vendor, but this Sith was about to have a taste of Outer Rim Justice. His lightsaber came to life with a warped snap-hiss as the young girl dashed behind him. The red blade of his weapon warbled in an unstable manner. It was a crude weapon, clearly made by someone who had little experience in lightsaber construction, but the confidence radiating from the Mandalorian was almost palpable in the Force. Only a hint of malice was within his aura.

"Never trust a Sith," the words came out forced, as if he was spitting them out through pursed lips. Patrons around them shouted in surprise and began to flee. "Stay behind me adiik." He pointed the blade now at the strange Sith hermit. "You put that back, drop your weapons and come with me. Now." It was a command, one done with some authority. He was a veteran of the Sith-Mandalorian war, only a select few Sith frightened him, and he'd killed his fair share of them in the past. This hermit while an anomaly, wasn't someone to be feared, but he definitely needed some mental help, even by Sith standards.

There was no official rule of law within the Outer Rim, no one government that dictated right and wrong, but the people that had come together here had collectively agreed that the Judges weren't to be taken lightly and that they had the best interest of the Outer Rim at heart. Most degenerates he'd dealt with came along quietly when the lightsaber got pulled, but he had a feeling that if this psycho freely activated his weapon in the streets for no reason that he wouldn't simply get locked away.

[member="Milla Ordo"] @Ronak @Darth Harbinger [member="Huhtal"]

 

[Ronak]

Ronak‘s heart almost stopped for a second as the lightsaber hissed to life in the hands of the Mandalorian. This time there would be a fight between the force users. And he was right in the middle of it. Again his curiosity had driven him into a predicament and dangerous situation. The young girl swiftly darted behind the Mandalorian. Her previous sprint had proven her prowess in handling herself well enough when it came to running away fast, but the other child would not stand a chance, if caught in this fight scene.

It did not require much consideration for Ronak to leap next to the young one and pick him up. Maybe this was rough, by the light swords which would be crossed here in battle soon would be much rougher and definitely dangerous to him. „I want harm you!“, he yelped, hoping this would encourage the scared kid a little and keep him from fighting his would-be-saviour during their flight too much. Then, he turned to run towards the alley, away from the unconscious vendors body, from the Sith and the Mandalorian force fighter. Desperation speeded his feet, or was it the force maybe?

[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Darth Harbinger"]
[member="Huhtal"]
[member="Milla Ordo"]