The Fist Returns

[Jacen Cavill]

Tattoine

Mos Eisley

BOOM!!!

The walls around the warehouse shook violently as the impact resonated all throughout the old building. Dust fell from beams and old consoles, catching on the few beams of light that managed to shine through the holes in the ceiling. Whatever corporation that had once used the facility had left long ago. The years since a living soul had been in there were most evident as the creatures that called it home scurried away in fear at what they had heard. Their footfall echoed against the ancient distasteful, their soft cries of fear bouncing and reverberating off the barren walls. Something had come to their place of sanctuary, and they could feel another's fear...

...and another's rage.

"Where is it?" Rage emanated from the man's voice, yet his tone stayed level. Piercing blue eyes bore deep into a pair of mocha pupils below him. More dust rose as the large man knelt and grabbed the other, prone one by his throat. "I don't know, I swear!" More fear flooded the force, and the stench of urine was present as the man laying under the titan above lost his senses. " That answer simply isn't good enough, you know who took the data." Those blue eyes turned red and yellow in an instant, marrying his handsome features. Darkness flooded the warehouse, crushing the light like he was crushing the cowards throat.

"Sir..w..we sold it to b..brokers for a small."

A vicious snap echoed throughout the cavernous area, his power manifesting when he flicked the hand that was now wrapped around a dead man's throat. That fear seeped until the force calling with his former assistants life. His head fell unceremoniously against the durasteel. The predator stood to his full height of two meters. Red and yellow faded from his eyes as the darkness left him. That complicates things, he thought to himself.

Cavill's terentanek duster flowed behind him, mirroring the darkness that was always with him. His mind was busy with thoughts of what his next move would be. Fate, and thirst would carry him to a bar.

After six long years, Kryptus had returned.

 

[Ereza]

At the other end of the galaxy Amorella Mae looked up from her current patient, hands outstretched before her as she drew from the man the sickness within. In her mind something shifted and as if his coming had happened just outside the window she looked around.

Sensing it despite the impossible distance.

Something.

Someone.

"...what?..."

But Tattooine was a long way away and the Fringe was still collecting the sick and wounded from the Netherworld event. An investigation would have to wait.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

"Well, feth." The bald man in the ratty muscle shirt lit his cigarra, glancing back out through the warehouse door, then followed Cavill. "Just more work for me."

He snapped his fingers and a faded outline appeared above the body

-ohforcei'mdeadohforcewhatareyoudoing-

"Shut up or I'll keep you here. Now. What broker, where, when?"

-ohgodsaboveohforce-

"I said shut it. Give me a name."

-renkinsrenkinsrenkinstogrutadrivesaredspeederohgodsaboveohforce-

Seren snapped his fingers again, chewing on the cigarra. The outline faded, the spirit dissipating into the Force. You couldn't do this so easily if the man wasn't so recently dead. "You heard the man. The broker's a local Togruta named Renkins. Name mean anything to you, Kryptus?"

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Whatever disturbance in the Force his presence had created, wasn't even on Jacen's radar. [member="Amorella Mae"] had once been close with him, her mere mortals bringing back flashes of God-hood. Flickers of the past faded as he trudged onwards to the exit. Whatever memories Jacen had, Kryptus wiped away. There was no longing, no sense of loss. Love was a foreign concept to the man, and the memories of all those he had been close to had faded away. Rage was his one and true constant, it was the bridge to his power.

Power was all that he wanted now, so a familiar presence didn't even register for the Sith.

His lack of feeling didn't extend to his ears, they worked just fine. The gravely voice snapped him from his singular focus of moving onward. His boots came to a stop, and then Sith never looked back. Cavill's full attention was on this new darkness though. Tendrils of power reached out from the Sith Lord, his hand inching near the handle of Daesumnor by the second. The silence was held for only a moment longer before his voice echoed off the desolate walls.

"No, I don't know that man." Kryptus turned to face the stranger, "and why are you following a man thought dead?"

[member="Seren Ordavo"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

He was always so full of life along with other emotions, mostly rage and pride. Spencer turned her attention from the stand she was admiring produce at. Tatooine had a pleantiful trade post, but most of it was illegal and that’s what she was after. One illegal piece lead to another and so forth, till at the end she finds the person who was the poor soul that got poached. The woman would carry out a swift justice in her own way - it was a game that kept the mind fresh. Seeing Cavill made her smile, he was never quiet and never still. The man was the epitome of what it was to be a sith.

<Huwag gusto mong bilhin ito ?> The alien’s voice drew her attention back, she held the small metallic holocron vessel. The craftsmanship was unique - something she can learn from. Nodding her head she spoke quickly in the creature’s native tongue <Oo. Magkano pera?> A grin spread across the bug’s face. “50”. Groaning, Spencer knew it was overpriced, but she really wanted it and knew there was no getting away from that price. Throwing the money onto the table, she pocketed the holocron and moved to follow Cavill and his companion.

Reaching back, she tucked her blonde hair underneath the headscarf. The lack of Jedi attire kept who and what she was hidden, but instead of hiding her signature - she displayed it full force wondering if the man even remembered what she felt like.


[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Seren Ordavo"] [member="Amorella Mae"]

 

[Onrai]

Well, things were certainly heating up.

Circe's relationship with Darth Kryptus had been a good deal more complex than that she had with other Sith Lords, such as Silara, Alicia, Taeli, or even Kaine Zambrano himself. At one point, she had moved to best assist him and another compatriot of his with some work - only for his disappearance to have occurred prior to Akala's invasion of the galaxy. While she wasn't necessarily here to find out what had happened over the intervening period of time, perhaps it was a good opportunity to reunite, to renew business.

And perhaps to interact with some others.

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Seren Ordavo"] [member="Amorella Mae"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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The long slender length of metal burst from the sky, its wings cutting through the surrounding clouds like a hot knife through butter taking large gauges out of the now swirling vapour. It was rounded with panels of light, its head was built off geometric shapes with squares boxes as heads, and with that the re purposed BT-7_Thunderclap landed. The doors opened with a metallic groan opake clouds rose from open exhaust pipes, leaving a noxious cloud in the area. Exiting the gang way a mottley bunch appeared, they looked like a ramshackle beggars, or a useless drunks. Baggy pants and old dull shirts usually with two buttons missing, and around their waist was tied a wide black tasseled sash. With the occasional jacket with durasteel plating tide or held together by an adhesive or twine. The crew consisted of human, and Weequay, and other near human species but had a Trandoshan towards the back.

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A mass of durasteel leading the group, its angular mask and thick wrought metallic finger's twinge and move with defined gesture, the disperse of air and rising steam from the automated voice-box. "This is your down time men, I've got business to attend to." He'd break from the group, the piston moving up and down within the motorised thigh, 'thump' 'thump the leg completed it's circle taking gauges out of the sand as he moved along.

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It was wounded pride that brought him back, the event of the slave auction still fresh in his mind like hot slag on someone who forgot to pay the Hutts off. But pride had a price, he was here to find some routes out of smugglers, he liked to pirate them in open space, they were easy picking couldn't go to the law or nothing, and they usually had skinked ships.

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[member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] @Enigma @Spencer Jacobs [member="Jacen Cavill"]

Seren snorted, thinking of sixteen years on a prison planet -- and before that, a very messy, compulsion-based reincarnation, not of his own doing. "You're far from the first to be thought dead, son. But I'll admit you do seem to have a knack for drawing attention. I can smell'em on the wind -- there's people coming here. Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly, as someone said once."

He took a long drag on the cigarra - Carababba tabac and a hint of armudu spice. "So what's the vendetta -- against Czerka?"

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd landed his ship outside of Mos Eisely, He had been trying to find [member="Jacen Cavill"] for a few weeks now and this was the strongest lead he had on the man in all that time. normally when he had this strong of a lead on a person, he would look at a picture of them and just start walking. eventually he would find them, and he just had to follow his instincts. As we walked into Mos Eisely and started dow a street, he took a left, then a couple blocks later, he took a right. as he was walking by a warehouse, he had heard someone threatening someone, and another voice seem to be gasping for air. He didn't quite feel that he was near his goal, so he kept walking.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Stepping off her speeder raising her goggles. Longing for a nice cold one long with a nice shower. To bad that it cost so high for a shower on this planet with the water shortage. Taking a long sigh before she let herself slide off with her leg trailing behind her. Coming to rest in the blench out sand from the twin sun.

It was a strange as the wind storms that would blow up without any warning here on Tattooine. There Seanna was there as much as she had a knack of causing her own hell raising. The feeling there was already something in the works not far from her. To this she started to seek in the direction after all she was one to love trouble or was that just her nature being a hell raiser.

Well Well, what in monkey lizard going on here, sweet peas..

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Seren Ordavo"]

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[member="Verd Skirata"] Flannigan Mcnash @Enigma @Spencer Jacobs

The darkness wasn't some blank void as the uneducated liked to think. Every emotion left a trail and a mark, forming a tapestry few could decipher. Years of training, and half a dozen masters had formed the man Jacen was now. Though he listened to every word the darksider near him spoke, his senses were elsewhere. A Jedi would call this his sphere of responsibility. To the Sith Lord, he simply called it his sphere of direct control. Everything with in it was in reach of his power, most were like sheep to a wolf.

There were also a few more wolves around him. The situation was beginning to change. So, I couldn't be found for six years. Yet, today everyone is appearing?

"No, my vendetta isn't against Czerka," he growled. Cavill was bending the Force to his will, he was becoming the axis of the entire universe in that moment. His senses bent the energy of life to his will, and he reached within that furnace of rage and let his power fully reveal himself. A field of darkness wrapped around him as the energy of life formed around him. Daesumnor's dark hunger flooded his senses as the alchemical creation sensed his battle lust growing. Some auras he knew, but most he didn't.


"I lost my own company and my contacts, along with six years of my life. Something happened and I will reclaim what I lost and rejoin the Sith. Threats are coming," Kryptus nodded behind him as felt another approach. "You know more than you're letting on, what's your name and why are you here?" The predator stated his questions matter of factly as his power and senses reached to the ceiling where the bounty hunter, [member="Verd Skirata"] was. Dark tendrils of will wrapped soundstage dilapidated beams above him. It wasn't a grand gesture of power, but it was effective.

Kryptus brought the room down on the man as he continued talking to Seren, Others would come, and Jacen was ready.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Tattoine, a big damn desert in the middle of an ocean of worlds full of life, and resources, why would anyone come here? Yet here he was walking the concrete slabs that made up the cities, the streets here ever in the process of being reclaimed by the desert sands. The chattering of a dozen languages echoed about the bazaar, it was the kind of environment he'd grown up in, that and merchant ships. He'd once longed for a life like this, the adventures of space and a new cantina every night. Now he saw it through the eyes of a soldier and the eyes of governor of all things. Both disliked the lack of any type of legitimate security, but then again it was Tattoine and its long and storied history wasn't really legit anyway.

Then he felt it, a signature he'd not felt in quite some time, not since Coruscant of all places, Jacen Cavill. The small edge of Spencer's lips tugged into a smile as she negotiated on one of the goods before her. Even more clear was the connection between them, the constant stream of calm and peace he sent through to her. Shaking his head he already knew this could turn interesting, but he'd never tried to sway her before, and he wasn't about to start now. Falling in step behind her the Zabrak opened himself to to Force and let his senses move before him, he wasn't searching, but waiting things like this were never chance where the Force was concerned. There would be a meeting, it was just a question of what kind. "He's angry again, and no large cities to burn himself out on first. Could be interesting."

[member="Seren Ordavo"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Amorella Mae"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd felt a huge wave of power wash over him, and his danger sense was going bezerk. All of a sudden the roof he had chosen to come back to for some reason had caved in beneath him. He didn't know what to expect beneath him, so he activated his jetpack just in time toavoid smashing into a crate of valuable looking objects. He was still descending rapidly however, and was forced to fall into the ground and come up into a roll. When he had stopped falling, he looked up to see two people. One was his bounty, the other was looking extremely confused. Jumping to his feet, he activated a quick burst from his flamethrower towards [member="Jacen Cavill"], making another attack with his slug throwing verpine pistol, which he hoped would confuse his target and lead to the massive bounty being collected.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Verd Skirata"] should have stuck with the shatterguns. This was for two overlapping and complimentary reasons.

Reason number one: the

extremely confused

man standing beside Kryptus was deeply unamused by the area-of-effect nature of the flamethrower.

Reason number two: Seren might not count for much in most arenas, but when it came to pyrokinesis and cryokinesis -- really anything to do with temperature -- he had relatively few equals.

The napalm met an invisibly, immovable barrier, froze solid in midair and cracked to pieces on the floor. The temperature of the warehouse air went up about ten degrees instantly, like they'd stepped outside into a Tatooine noonday sun. He started to sweat.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

 

[Sabena Shai]

Outside Mos Eisley

A trail of dirt and dust followed a speeder bike racing across the Tatooine landscape. Sabena, who drove the bike, quickly stopped the speeder. She spotted something in Mos Eisley from the corner of her eye. She turned toward the city. She removed the tinted goggles that protected her eyes from the ride and strapped them to the tan helmet on her head.

Stretching over the city of Mos Eisley was a column of smoke - or possibly dust. This column stretched far enough into the sky for Sabena to see it from a few miles away. The cloud had been caused by [member="Jacen Cavill"] and the damage that he did to the warehouse.

Sabena stared at the city for a good minute. Eventually, she came to a decision on what to do. She returned the goggles to her eyes and revved up the speeder bike’s engine.

She then sped her way toward Mos Eisley.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Orcus hated Tatooine. Nothing but a wasteland of sand stretching out into eternity. No water on this planet. The fact that moisture farming was a productive industry on this planet said enough in and of itself.

Bare but for military-issue XXXXL black cargo pants and boots of an equally large nature, Orcus strode through the sand. Slung across his back was a massive shield of chitin, though he barely seemed to notice the weight. Reports of an old presence brought him here.

The Herglic eyed a building as it trembled and quaked with surges of power. Part of it collapsed. Orcus released a soft snort from his spout.

[member="Jacen Cavill"] was, all things considered, not a hard man to find. It seemed even on a desert world one could make waves.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Seren Ordavo"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Enigma"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Flame hit an invisible barrier, the other man's power flowing freely. There was no time to appreciate the display. Slugs were flying through the air, and the Sith simply side stepped them. Their trajectory sent them into the walls behind him, the echoes of their impact causing his head to ache slightly. All sound turned to a dull ring before s loud roar replaced it all. The former count of Serreno morphed into the monster that he had always feared during his earlier life. Gone was Jacen Cavill...

..Kryptus was here.

Only moments before he had used the small amount of telekinesis power he had to manipulate a derelict ceiling. To the uneducated, it looked brutal but it was a weak display. Kryptus wasn't a master of that art, he was the furthest thing from it. For all the fear that the galaxy spoke his name with, few realized how basic his skill set was. Manipulation of himself was his power, ans there was no one close to what he could do. The two meter tall, muscle bound man simply grinned...

...and then he had sped the distance across the room to being within arms length of the fool before him. In one motion his lightsaber was drawn, and the emitter was touching the man's poorly armored neck.

"Move and inch and die...painfully. Tell me who sent you and die quickly."

[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Seren Ordavo"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Sargon Vynea"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Enigma"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Flame hit an invisible barrier, the other man's power flowing freely. There was no time to appreciate the display. Slugs were flying through the air, and the Sith simply side stepped them. Their trajectory sent them into the walls behind him, the echoes of their impact causing his head to ache slightly. All sound turned to a dull ring before s loud roar replaced it all. The former count of Serreno morphed into the monster that he had always feared during his earlier life. Gone was Jacen Cavill...

..Kryptus was here.

Only moments before he had used the small amount of telekinesis power he had to manipulate a derelict ceiling. To the uneducated, it looked brutal but it was a weak display. Kryptus wasn't a master of that art, he was the furthest thing from it. For all the fear that the galaxy spoke his name with, few realized how basic his skill set was. Manipulation of himself was his power, ans there was no one close to what he could do. The two meter tall, muscle bound man simply grinned...

...and then he had sped the distance across the room to being within arms length of the fool before him. In one motion his lightsaber was drawn, and the emitter was touching the man's poorly armored neck.

"Move an inch and die...painfully. Tell me who sent you and die quickly."

 

[Verd Skirata]

"I just saw the bounty board, you have a huge sum of money on your head. Now I can see why the bounty was so high." Verd said looking the man in the face, he didn't feel like dying today, and if he didn't move fast he would be dead. He decided to act fast and quickly leaned backwards away from the saber so that it might not hit him and grabbed for the wrist of his opponent in the same fluid motion, this was quite arguably his best chance he would get at life, and he was going to take it, knowing that if he died here and now it would be to a clearly honorable foe. He would make his clan proud at the very least. he had to think move by move, not allowing himself to think about the end result.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Orcus entered the building stage right.

In his immediate field of vision he glimpsed a number of beings, most preoccupied with staring at the ongoing combat between a too-tall human darksider and a Mandalorian who'd decided to tread into dangerous waters. Waters that now threatened to rise over his head.

Eyes blacker than an ocean trench noted a sudden flurry of movement. He had little doubt that Kryptus could handle himself, for who else could that human Sith with the dark curly cues be? Yet even the mightiest of beasts could be felled by a clever mouse.

So, he decided to squash the mouse.

In a blur of motion, Orcus seized the hilt of his great saber - a massive construct that looked more like a mace than a lightsaber hilt - and gripped it firmly in both flippers. He raised the unlit hilt over his head and whipped it forward, releasing it with a mighty whoom. The enormous hilt, as long as a grown human's forearm, whirled end over end straight toward [member="Verd Skirata"]'s head. Armor or no armor, helmet or no helmet, it didn't matter. The kinetic force of the impact wouldn't kill, but the eight hundred pound, seven foot Herglic had put enough oomph into the throw that it should - at the very least - stun him.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd saw that his quick moves had done just enough to allow him some time to think. He launched an explosive missile at point blank range into the floor. The missile could take out a lightly armored speeder, but he took a calculated risk and was sent backwards from the explosion. He never even saw the great saber flying towards him till his left arm was severed from his body. He fell down and roared in pain , but mostly in anger from the 3 sith or dark beings taking him on all at once. there was no honor in the way they fought, but rather sheer brutality. He saw the saber that [member="Jacen Cavill"] had used against him lying on the floor. and scooping it into his hand, he activated it, hoping that he could somehow make it out of the situation alive. Looking Skyward, he saw the hole in the roof above him, but he didn't know if between the loss of his arm or the damage from the explosion would cause his flight pattern to be too bad to fly. It was still however his only option and he would take it if the force permitted.