The Last Templar: Part One

[Dezoti]

"Maybe, yeah. But, we're here."

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Before the party was none other than the front entrance to the temple itself, just outside of town. They had made it to the edge of town, and there was still a distance to be traveled. But the raiders and slavers could easily be seen from this distance. Several walked around it's entrance while two seemed to be stationed on top. How many more were inside was unknown.

"This shouldn't be too difficult. Just follow me, and we can get this over with." Without delay the Templar pulled free his sword, holding up the dull blade. He walked right out, his voice calling through the air right for those positioned outside. "Yo! Slavers! I'm here to see your wares!" Sort of a lie, but one of the salvers, a human, let out a laugh as the Zabrak approached. "Yer lookin to buy? Don' yeh know we sell at the auctions? Piss off yeh fodda' afore we start blastin ya to pieces."

"Well I was hopin' to get a sneak peak, if you will."

"No, ah said ta turn around. But yeh don' plan to, do yeh? Whats with that blade there eh? Even ah can see how dull it is. Now yeh might as well, turn around, understand?" All around Krest several guns were aimed for him, waiting for an attack order. A bead of sweat went down the back of the Zabrak's head. If the others were going to attack, this would be a good time.

[member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] @Jericho @Acaleus Thorn

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

Talatheen was snapped free from his fantastically imaginative decimation of the pseudo-minute tusken folk of the twelfth dune by the sudden encroachment upon such a delicately tactile local: this temple. The zabrak was indeed in trouble; neigh, trouble was not suitable - stupid, more like. No, that was too harsh, he was clearly challenged to a degree of some height- What was the point of thinking, he was hoping the others would clear the matter for him. He crossed his arms, both pairs of eyes shut; collectively, he sought to develop a solution that would benefit him greatly; what solution? This wasn't his problem, he had nothing to gain - no he would learn, grow... He had fallen into a divided conscious over the matter; but that was no matter - all he had to do was indulge in a more instinctual grace of mind. This could also be described as winging it per se, though he would stop, and wait for his allies to make the first move. He was by no means a true leader; no head of the snake, no mastermind - he was a chain, in the link of things, he would follow the current of the greater body's momentum. How they chose to act, he would follow.

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Sorry for the late reply, been busy and expected someone else to post in the meantime; won't happen again.

[member="Krest"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus looked at every guard that where outside. Forming a force shield that could defend all of them wouldnt be enough, so he took off his hood and shouted "My name´s Acaleus. I come here to buy slaves, got more than enough credits if that worries you" he turned back and looked at them "Put your guns away or i will not pay you anything!" he shouted angry. If those bandits didnt attack, they group could enter in the bar without a problem. If not, well...he wanted to try his brand new submachine gun on someone.

[member="Krest"] [member="Eliza Stryder"] [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

 

[Dezoti]

"Er.. What? The kark is with these idiots comin here tryin to buy slaves. How many times do ah have ta say it? Go to the real auction, or die here." The bandits gaze went over to [member="Acaleus Thorn"] , all of them. Well, at least there was a distraction. Taking up this opportunity Krest brought around the dull blade, and smacked the bandit's head. A resounding thud filled the air as the blade cracked against bone, and the bandit fell down with a thud.

"Wha.. Di.. Kill them!" With that, blaster fire began to fill the air, targeting both Krest and Acaleus. For Krest at least, the lack of focus on him meant he could deflect some of the shots, and escape behind some cover. Not that this was the ideal spot. Hopefully the others will have something more permanent planned.

[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] [member="Eliza Stryder"]