The Calm Before the Storm

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Dantooine​

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The nondescript blonde made her way out of the trade ship that she'd stowed away on to escape the world of Sorrus, quickly making her way to the edge of the hangar while she looked for a way out, her footsteps silent and her body hunched down to avoid any prying eyes. Though she had been all but alone, the driver of the ship having left to check in the ship's cargo moments earlier, she couldn't help but feel the uneasy feeling that someone was watching her. "An exit, any exit, will do for now.." Muttered Silara as she hazarded a glance around the hangar and found a small hallway that she deemed an appropriate exit for her, and immediately scurried for it, unsure of what she would find beyond.

 

[reddestror]

[SIZE=9pt]Cruised high above Dantooine, using his feet to steer while he did some light reading on this month’s beauty cow pageant. His ship was swerving all over the place, “Sarah you got it next time, I believe!”, “You do know this competition is rigged, they’ll never let a strong independent cow win. “, [/SIZE]“Shouldn’t you be watching the sky? That planet seems to be approaching pretty fast.” “The one with the stuff!?” “OH, YES I LOVE PLACES WITH STUFF! CAN WE GET A PET?” “ … Do you promise to take care of it and keep it clean?” “NO! But I do promise we can ride it into battle!” Serge leaned over causing the ship to take a hard right flinging his book out of his hands and onto his face. Segre begun to scream not out of fear but out of joy his hands now gripping the wheel. The Star fighter shaking as it went, before being incased with flames a sign that he entered the planets Atmosphere. Serge pulled upwards keeping the engines kicking at half mass, slowly turning them down so he could land safely.

[SIZE=9pt]“Thank you for flying Air Segre, exits is just above you and as always we had a shortage of peanuts so STOP ASKING!”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] The star fighter stood incased in foliage, it was clearly not a completely clean landing but he dint explode so it was good enough and it provided some coverage. Serge glanced around quickly spotting a monstrous hanger not that far from where he landed [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“I’m guessing that’s where the stuff is.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] “[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]I would like to think so.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Let’s get going.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]He chimed happily his white hood softly swaying in the breeze as he walked. [/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Making her way into the hall, she couldn't help but hesitate as she heard a loud "fooming" noise from the rear of the hangar. Turning slowly, though she slunk against the wall to keep herself in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway, Silara couldn't help but smirk as she watched what appeared to be a ship land in the foliage a bit farther beyond the hanger's docking bay. "That was rather amusing." Silara mused, taking slow steps back as she began to turn, hearing footsteps approaching from down the hall. With a grunt of annoyance and a disapproving frown, she quickly darted to a small door, which turned out to be for a room filled with contraband, and waited inside as she pressed her ear to the door and listened for the fading footfalls to end. "Great. Looks like I lost a chance of taking that ship." Silara muttered in frustration as she heard the cargo being loaded and the subsequent sound of engines roaring to life. "Oh well. I ought to get out of here, though." She thought to herself as she crept out of the room, shutting the door silently behind her as she scurried down the hall and eventually toward the main concourse of the building, which held an information kiosk and various other small shops and stores.

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[reddestror]

[SIZE=9pt]Hummed softly, softly bobbing his head the filter part of the gas mask bobbing with him. His goggles set on the normal setting, he often thought about using one of the multiple settings it had. But thought it wasn’t worth it at, least not yet. He heard the reveling of the engines, Serge started to lightly jog taking center stage of the garage. “Maybe they dint know we were coming.” “OR MAYBE THERE TRYING TO SKIP OUT BEFORE GIVING US THE PRIZE!” [/SIZE]“HEY HEY! I’m here for the prize give away!” His yell echoing through the large garage. Serge waved a single hand back and forth hoping he caught their attention. Fingers going into his hood’s pouch to take hold of small silver canister which held Plank Gas. The people within the ship viewed the hooded man oddly keeping there engines running but not moving.





Silara Vantai

 

[Ellie Mors]

Having made her way to the information kiosk, she was slightly disappointed to find that she was on Dantooine, rather than some planet a bit more well-known for her target in mind. She was about to depart, flipping through the pages in a small pamphlet, when a security notice flashed above her at the kiosk's monitor, revealing there was a breach in security and all flights in and out of the hangar were to be suspended until the next day and made mention of someone in the hangar. Silara, of course, was genuinely intrigued, and wondered if per-chance that the individuals within the hangar were those from the ship she saw land earlier. Taking no further precautions than to evade the disgruntled delivery men and pilots, she made her way back down the hall and towards the hangar.

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[reddestror]

Point straight at the stopped ship. “Please exit the ship to your left.” He brought the grenade of plank smoke Throwing it in the middle of the garage. A slow stream of smoke begun to ooze out from the silver canister quickly eating the metal floor making a large hole. “Oh… So that’s what that does, neat.”, “I thought it made planks.” “Same here.” His hands wrapped around the saber that lied within his hood pocket, he yanked it out the crude emerald paint fading away, from over the years of use.




“Estoy aquí para llevar tus cosas.” He spoke in unseen with the unsheathing of his Saber. The green slightly translucent item making a high pitched hissing sound. Segre extend his leg muscles launching himself forward, his arms slightly bent parallel to his body as he ran. Loud echoes as he charged forward. The crew quickly scrambled to try and get the ship going; loud shouts and yells could be heard attempting to scare the assailant off.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Emerging partially from the shadows, Silara became wide-eyed in surprise that someone was seriously threatening someone in a ship all alone. While she had heard stories of Sith and Jedi being able to do so, she was quite certain that this person did not fit the image she was imagining in her head. Nonetheless she watched from a distance while she contemplated what to do - only to hear the emergency sirens down the hall go off, and the shutter doors begin to lower. In a split second decision, one which she immediately regretted, she slid under the closing door to find herself locked out and in a hangar with someone who clearly had a weapon threatening members of a ship. "Oh Silara, what have you gotten yourself into now?" Silara muttered, cursing herself under her breath as she moved along the perimeter of the expansive space and trying to keep out of sight, likely all she could do in this situation really.

As she scurried along, she couldn't help but try to make out what the intruder looked like, more specifically what sort of weapon he was holding, and was quite quickly feeling less-than-secure as she realized she had not taken her mother's blaster rifle after she had fled Sorrus. "I really don't want to get killed today." She whispered in anxiety, not quite afraid but also not quite confident in her chances of survival if she were to find herself being on the receiving end of the stranger's weapon.

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[Maleus]

The shadows rarely conformed to Maleus's entirety, but this day, they did just that. His movements were formless, he didn't walk, he seemed to glide.
"Interesting.."

High pitched whines tore through his ear drums. Men and women screamed, their feet eventually carrying them into distant corridors.

"RUN!"

"THIS WAY"

His platted boots ascended a flight of stair's, both of his hands extending on either side of the hand-rails until he came to a stop.

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"Fool."

He watched the mad-man cut down several staff members.
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[Ellie Mors]

Haphazardly walking from the wall, presumably coming into the sights of anyone looking in her general direction, Silara contemplated what she should do. On one hand, there was a perfectly abandoned ship likely still sitting in the overgrowth outside the hangar, and on the other there was a madman waving a lightsaber or something of the sort at a large cargo ship. "On one hand, I can try to elusively take his ship, and on the other I can wait this all out and see what happens. Or maybe try to help this lunatic out and hope he doesn't try to cut me apart." Silara said, completely beyond herself at how amusing the thought of doing any of these things were to her. After some extended hesitation, and a brief second-guessing, she moved towards the cargo ship, hoping not to be taken as another target of some sort.
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[HK-36]

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Among one of the passengers there was a robed figure sitting in the back, his face and indeed the whole body covered in bandages, old tattered robes of a traditional Jedi hanged loosely off of his body, his shape and identity unknown under the thick layer of linens and wraps that covered him, the eyes hidden behind black tinted goggles.

It was HK's usual appearance when trying to blend into the hordes of organics, it was that of a leper, neither his sight nor smell was too appealing, the bandages were caked in dried blood and dirt alike, he just had that air of a diseased being around himself.

As the mad man begun to cut organics down the robed figure would stand up, his shape was that of a human, since the droid did not look like an actual HK droid anymore, not even underneath the bandages, his current body has long since been upgraded to have a more humanoid silhouette in order for the machine to wear additional armor, or robes as he did now.


Either way, as the Mad Man kept on slashing or just waving his lightsaber around, the masked droid raised his hand to him, coming face to face with the villain, his hand would be in that of an open palm, his feet shoulder-width apart, dominant foot in front. More or less it just seemed like he was motioning for Serge to stop, through the thick cloud of smoke the man would probably run into the hand face-first, this would only be confirmed by the muffled words of the being,

"Cease."

Calm and collected as always, it wouldn't be the first time he would have to fight a lightsaber wielding foe.

As much as it seemed that he was just motioning for Serge to stop, those more versed in martial arts who were close enough to see through the smoke, droid had no problem doing that with his photoreceptors, would see past the charade to what droid's stance really was.
Echani open-palm battle stance.


As to the question on what was HK doing there, he always had close ties to Dantooine, during the Old Republic the droid served the Jedi Enclave on the planet as a training droid, it was here he was taught the ways of the Jedi and arts of the lightsaber.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath was on Dantooine for Jedi Enclave Artifacts but noticed the Fray and oddness of Lightsabers waving all over.
-What the?- He thought to himself
As Nulgath got closer all were able to see his figure in Cybernetic armor and his lightsaber on his Hip. Nulgath stared at the group and the Combat ready figure @HK-36. Was hard to tell if the Figure was human or not but it did not matter. Nulgath got closer and said " Enough What is going on here?!"

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[Ellie Mors]

Stepping back several paces, so she was against the wall, she quickly felt that her decision of her perhaps trying to speak with the madman was now out of the question, as this menacing figure that spoke with quite a bit of confidence, the way he carried himself also adding to his interesting demeanor, stepped out to challenge the saber-wielder. To Silara, anyone who had the confidence in themselves to challenge someone with a lightsaber was clearly capable of fighting with one, and she was not interested in getting involved with a dangerous group of people whilst unarmed. This viewpoint was further cemented when yet another, this time wearing rather conspicuous armor, came into view, demanding things which she blocked out as she decidedly hurried along the perimeter, making her way to the exit ramp of the hangar bay, which luckily wasn't too far from the ground in height with a large tree just beyond. "Great, just great." Silara muttered in frustration. Today was just not her day.

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[reddestror]

[SIZE=9pt]Saber sliced through the fleshy guards as he unalived those men/woman enough to step. Sizzling flesh consumed the air as another human/ alien being fell. With a quick spin bending his knee and an upward slash another foe fell. But it came the time he noticed a cloaked being standing in front of him.

Stopped slashing holding his saber to his side, tilting his head to the left slightly as he examined the hand. “WELL DON’T LEAVE HIM HANGING, DON’T BE RUDE!”. Dropped his saber the energy still very much unsheathed, as hit burned and melted the ground before rolling slowly to the right away from the two of them. Serge’s hand shot up before quickly exiting it forward in an attempt to give him a high-five. “Are you here for the prizes too!?”[/SIZE] Tangerine goggles peered at the odd man smoke rolling in.


reddestror
Maleus
Nulgath Zardai
HK-36
Silara Vantai
(sorry about that long delay ._. Spanish is killing me)

 

[HK-36]

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The being's foot slammed down on the rolling hilt of the saber as he stopped it from going too far away, large metal claws breaking through the bandages and gripping the discarded energy sword as it would be a hand before it tumbled too far away. The cold metal claws kept the hilt secure.

"Something like that."

The being answered as in quick movement he gripped Serge's hand in tight, strong hold only a machine is capable of, twisting his arm to get it behind his back where he possibilities of him counter attacking would be slimmer, HK finished the sequence then by slamming the palm of his hand into Serge's jawline, if the hit landed properly it would be enough to stun him and possibly dislocate if not break the said jaw.


That should be enough to disarm the young psychotic boy for now, long enough for others to get some answers.

"I think you have some explaining to do."

Whether the attacks and hits landed or not, the droid would ask that in his stoic yet somewhat comforting voice, at least he owed them that much.


Espanol

Spoiler

El pie del bienestar colgó en la empuñadura del sable rodar como él lo detuvo de ir demasiado lejos, grandes garras de metal rompen a través de las vendas y agarre la espada de energía desechada, ya que sería una mano antes de que cayó demasiado lejos. Las garras de metal frías mantuvieron la empuñadura segura.

"Algo por el estilo."

El está respondiendo como en movimiento rápido agarró la mano de Serge en apretado, fuerte arraigo sólo una máquina es capaz de, torciendo el brazo para llamar a sus espaldas, donde él las posibilidades de él contra atacando sería más delgado, HK terminó la secuencia a continuación, al estrellar la palma de la mano en la mandíbula de Serge, si el golpe aterrizó correctamente sería suficiente para aturdir y posiblemente dislocar si no romper dicha mandíbula.

Esto debería ser suficiente para desarmar el niño psicótico joven, por ahora, el tiempo suficiente para que otros puedan obtener algunas respuestas.

"Yo creo que hay que dar algunas explicaciones."

Ya sea que los ataques y golpes desembarcados o no, el droide le pediría que en su voz estoica aunque algo reconfortante, por lo menos que les debía mucho.

 

[reddestror]

HK-36

[SIZE=9pt]Glanced down to see his saber stopped by Hk’S foot. “ Why thank yo- “ His hand being grasped tightly by the odd man, the grip being uncomfortably strong as his arm was yanked behind Hk, being twisted. “ This guy is rude.”[/SIZE], “extremely.” A fist was sent flying toward Serge’s face, reflexes kicked in as he attempted to lean back but due to his arm being held. He was halted, the shot hitting the edge of his jaw.

Serge attempted to use the punch to rip free from hk’s grasp. “Hey! I WAS WILLING TO SHARE, NOT ANYMORE bub! YOU just punched yourself out of some food!” [SIZE=10.5pt]He yelled into the Smoke, his jaw throbbing from a fracture. A hand quickly shot up clicking the side of his goggles as it switched into its infrared holography setting allowing him to see in the smoke.[/SIZE]

“Explaining? Food, Water, Restocking ECT. “[SIZE=9pt]The appendages that connected to his side sliding into his jacket."[/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Finally making her way down to the exit ramp, much faster than expected, Silara dropped down from the side of it and rolled across the grass before smoothly rising to her feet in a fluid movement. Taking a brief moment to glance over her shoulder, she didn't see anyone behind her and immediately broke into a run, making her way towards the place she recalled seeing the ship land amongst the trees.

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[Maleus]

Didn't really need to bother with the situation at hand. Though he did watch the ensuing chaos with interested eyes. His right hand instinctively lowered, the appendage gradually grazing his hilt, the left still remained underneath his cloak.

The situation was under control by some shadowy enigma. Placing himself in the middle wouldn't be all that wise. It wasn't even that he feared the repercussions of such actions , it was because he could care less at this point. Some insane thug was being arrested, some vigilante took it upon himself to suppress the situation. Of course there was more to the situation, there always was.

For instance, this unarmed man seemed to fight with a man wielding a saber, that in itself wasn't all that impressive, it's the fact that he fought this assailant unarmed. The confidence he had to employ such a tactic, and then it working. He was truly impressive, though this wasn't all good. For this also meant this potential 'hero' was self-aware, he had to be attuned with the situation at hand. Perhaps he would even be able to sense a presence within this chaos, this madness.
If he was capable he would feel something strange.
It was not benevolent.
But not entirely dark either.
"Hmph." If all went well, he'd simply retreat back into the shadows where he belonged.
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