The streets can be dangerous

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara stopped, nearly out of breath. She wa several blocks away from where the ten was and miss blonde's droids. She began to walk back, because bodies can't fight back when you loot them. She shuddered at the thought, but she was very desperate.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Before replying to the ignorant man in front of him, He sensed a disturbance in the force, someone clearly didn't like his presence on the world. He sensed at least a few foes approaching him. He cursed himself mentally that adversaries would hunt for him. He looked at the figures, wanting to hunt for the girl, and he would do so. He said to them as he quickly advanced. "If you excuse me gentlemen, but i have business to attend to, and i would like to to know who the girl is." He continued to quickly walk to them his saber still at his side, and before he knew it she bolted running quickly straight ahead. He had a bad feeling of what should happen if he remained, and as he saw what looked to be two figures approaching from the distance, he saw they looked droid like in form. He quickly used the force to allow his armor to move quickly forward, he moved hoping to buy himself some time.

He quickly attempted to go into a nearby alley to avoid the two droids, that he had a feeling about. His saber was deactivated quickly as he looked around, and heard their voices. He remained unafraid as he went down the path of the alleyways, he knew he had to get back to the spaceport and get off world, he silently cursed himself more as it would be a difficult journey getting there already. He sensed another dark force signature nearby, and sensed that the being possessed power, but than again so did Kyrel. He walked along narrow path, and reached another district avoiding villains and quickly navigating to a path on the left, leading him down past a civilian district trying to get far from his pursuers preferring to avoid combat if at all possible.

[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

As she walked, Mara heard chat of an enormous bounty on the man she had just met's life. Not the one that had saved her, but the one that was a Vader rip-off. So, when she saw him as she walked, she quickly caught up to him, telling him she knew a way to the space port. It was faster than all others, and could get him away from the civilian populous, aside form the occasional drunk. [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Mara Illyrett"], [member="Miss Blonde"],


The droids sent by Miss Blonde had one critical weakness,

They were not HK,

Although to be fair that was a weakness shared by a lot of droids, and organics, pretty much anyone who was not HK, either way! When the machines moved to confront Kyrel and he bolted aside to avoid combat with them in typical Ren fashion, another being was overlooking the event.

On a ledge, one of the catwalks of Nar Shaada, a tall slender being wrapped in a black cloak would phase into existence as briefly the stealth field of his chameleon cloak was dropped and he scanned silently, stealthly, over the Knight of Ren he faced once before, although "faced" was a strong word when in reality it was only Ren trying to swing at him, HK swatting the lightsaber away with a Cortosis-reinforced gauntlet, and the Ren retreating because apparently having a cave collapsed on him was too much. The droid looked aside, plotting projected trajectory of Kyrel, trying to determine where he could go through the alley, position of the closest spaceports were highlighted in the machine's mind.

If he wanted to intercept Kyrel, he had to make his move quickly. The dark material of the black cloak shimmered softly once more as it bent light, causing HK to disappear into thin air, the droid covered with his Vong biot to prevent him from being sensed by the Force, protecting him from a wide assortment of tricks and spells Force users usually had up their sleeve. But was hunting Kyrel really why he was there on the planet or was it just a happy coincidence? After all the bounty was placed on the Ren very recently and Nar Shaada is far from the droid's usual hunting grounds. Perhaps it was Blonde he was here for all along.


Either way, it seemed Ghorua would have some competition during the hunt as the machine used his cloak and the biot to quickly move over rooftops and catwalks of Nar Shaada to stalk Kyrel, out of view and out of the influence of the Force.

 

[Crix Halcorr]

It wasn't long before Crix twitched then groaned miserably. His hand came up to feel his throbbing head where he found a small lump where he hit it, all due to the brute. He leapt to his feet, wobbling and still feeling a little weak from the electric shock when he noticed the girl and the Vader look alike had both vanished. Their Force presences were still near the vicinity.

Before the man who had punched him could say another word, he Force leaped up to the rooftops upon hearing more monotone voices. Droids. And not the good ones based on the questions they asked. He knew there was a bounty on someone around here but just didn't know it was on Ren.

Feeling another dark shroud in the Force, he ran as he searched out the girl. It wasn't everyday you encountered a pickpocket who was unknowingly Force sensitive and he felt an odd obligation to pull her out of this madness. It seemed like the Knight of Ren had the same goals too, to find the girl.

He focused on the Force presence and sought out the girl once making a few leaps and turns here and there but remained above, hidden in the darkness from view.

[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Marcus Lund"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn sat in the local bar he and his warband used to pedal their wares. They had just sold off the last of their slaves and now were enjoying drinks. The place was seedy and the patrons were all Trandoshans. Any outsiders who braved it's bowels found themselves receiving angry glares and a drugged drink. But, for now all was quiet in the run down bar except for a scuffle that was taking place outside.

Causstik Rahn stared at the holoscreen with his one good eye as he lazily sipped his beer. Suddenly the open bar was lit more brightly as someone outside activated a crimson blade. Causstik dismissed it as just another fight on the streets of Nar’shadaa. But, as he continued to watch the screen his program became interrupted by one of Miss Blonde’s many croneys.

“Citizens of Nar’Shadaa Miss Blonde has placed a ten million credit bounty on one Kyrel Ren,”

Causstik stopped drinking his beer for a moment as the message repeated. He watched the screen intently then slowly turned from the bar. Outside was Three humans and one was none other than the Mechanical Monstrosity Kyrel Ren… Causstik picked himself up from the bar stool and hefted his large scattergun in the air. “Cross man cada binki,” Causstik growled as he walked to the bar opening. Several other Trandoshans picked themselves up from their bar tables and followed Causstik to the entrance.

Kyrel was approached by two of Miss Blonde’s personal hit men. Causstik simply watched the exchange as the droids made idle threats and then charged. Causstik leveled his Scatter gun at the First Order Knight. He hip fired the weapon in the direction of the dark Jedi. Then the bar windows behind him exploded in a cacophony of laser fire as the Trandoshans in the bar fired their weapons at the Ren. Then the man bolted and Causstik ran after him in hot pursuit.

 

[Miss Blonde]

And just like that the Knight of Ren was off, running away in a full blown life support suit. Which thankfully he was wearing, made him pretty easy to track him. Red and Blue quickly locked in on him and started the hunt. Even with the Ysalamir pack strapped to Blue's back he was faster than the Ren. His droid body was designed to be much stronger than faster than that of the damaged Ren. So they were in hot pursuit when Kyrel started running away.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, REN!? WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED!!" Red shouted out as he dipped into the alleyway with Blue trailing close behind.

"I don't think he likes you, Red!" Blue commented from behind his droid brother.

"What do you mean he doesn't like me?! EVERYONE LIKES ME!!" Yelling once more towards Kyrel the two droids sprinted through the alleyway to watch Kyrel enter an area where there were plenty of civilians going about their lives.

Red let out a frustrated noise of annoyance and had to call the boss lady. Since the Black Tie Syndicate had dissolved, Miss Blonde had turned a new leaf. Well somewhat. She was ensuring that civilians and innocents wouldn't have to be killed anymore, it was one of the laws laid down by the new organization. So they were now officially off limits.

UGHHHGHHG!!! FREAKING MEATBAGS!! I need to call the boss." Red screamed with an inferno of anger.

"Now hold on, Red. The boss lady said no innocent people could be killed, right?" Blue asked his fellow droid.

"Yeah, what about it?" He responded with a curious tone.

"Well we're on Nar Shaddaa, the Smugglers Moon. There are no 'Civilians' here. We're all criminals. So that means they would fall under criminals and not civilians. Am I right?" Blue said in a very calm and casual voice.

"Yeah, YEAH!! THAT WORKS FOR ME!! DIE MEATBAG!!" Red let out a bout of mad laughter as his left hand transformed into a scattergun aimed directly at [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s back.

The droid would then open fire sending buck shot into the crowded area of the smugglers moon. A few of the stray balls would slam into a person or two wounding or killing in a cold and efficient manner. But the majority of them were headed straight for the back of the Ren. The droids were closing in fast and they'd be upon him soon enough to clash blades.

As for the other war dogs, Miss Blonde was moving them. Best bet was that the Ren was running to the nearby space port. So that's where they were being sent. The drop ships would be flying over Ren headed towards his destination. He'd be able to see that Blonde was a step ahead of him and there'd be an army waiting for him if chose to proceed. Maybe if he just surrendered Blonde wouldn't blow his brains out and instead sell him to the highest bidder before the First Order had any idea what was going on. Hopefully the other hunters were having better luck than Red & Blue.

[member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Crix Halcorr"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

with the "DIE DIE DIE" Mara ducked behind in front of Ren, away from the scatter gun's bullets. "Sorry. I personally don't want to die." The young girl said before shooting him in the knee then both elbows.

[member="Miss Blonde"][member="Causstik Rahn"][member="Crix Halcorr"][member="Kyrel Ren"][member="HK-36"]

 

[Six-O]

Spoiler: UltraV

It'd be hard not to pretend, at this point. That the whole world of Nar Shaddaa was closing in on [member="Kyrel Ren"]. He'd find, even if he managed to hotfoot all the way to the Spaceport--to anywhere, really---he would yet still, find a massive void in his desired place of solace. A publicly posted Bounty of Ten Million Credits? He'd be lucky if the entire Galaxy wasn't fixing to find itself collapsing upon the Smugglers Moon.

Luckily, Six-O was a very common fixture out here in the beautiful realm of Hutt Space. One might say he had a certain penchant for crime and violence. Yet more comical, it seemed his new mentor too, was fighting over this potential boon. For as [member="HK-36"] kept to rafter, catwalk and high-rise, Six, unaware, rest silently in the very alleyway the Running Ren seemed to be scampering through.

And he was not alone.

Killer. Cannibal. Criminal. Monster. Child.

UltraV, which, the boys chosen name, Six-O knew this to stand for Ultraviolence. He stood short, but faithfully at the Droid's side. His body littered with raggy, saggy clothing. A ammunition belt tucked loosely around his slender make, a Magnetic Reaper Rifle clutched showcasingly in his hands; the weapon was almost half the same height as the youth.

"Mi bet fo' keeps!" The war tested youngster belted out in to the dank, steaming alley, it's gap, which separated two buildings with an overhead ceiling of duracrete, barely wide enough for two full grown men. "All Hutt Space know me. ." He continued on, singing in Hutt Space Pidgin, his head and shoulders bouncing in cadence. "Nvtuta echuta, kootoo. . . never on my block!"

Six-O, directly contacted when the bounty of depth and proportioned was transmitted, scanned it over rapidly. Gorgon Rifle found itself in one claw at haste, a simple piece of Durasteel Crossbar in his opposite, he'd used it once to abuse a caged woman once, a fierce beating administered before he fed her to Goorg the Gruesome, a massive Gamorrean.

"Cheespa E'nachu, to yum the team " UltraV carried on, his adolescent body joining in on the movement, swaying to and fro aggressively. "Straight Karkin' dot, no circles!" He shook his head with the admission, "Big Reapa tuck tight, nvtuta curfew!" He pulled up the Magnetic Reaper, holding the stock under his right arm, flashing it around dangerously as he turned out towards the busy street just on a few meters away from the network of alleyways, behind he and Six-O.

Brandishing the Bar of Steel lustfully, Six-O, in a rare moment of affection began to tap the metal against a solid wall next to him. Giving UV a threatening percussion whose echo was lost in the hustle and bustle of this Urban World.

"Bo rang, yeah I'll warp you. . ." He stretched out his right elbow, twisting arms and hands as he moved the Rifle sideways, his body swinging back around to look down the alley. "Speak diss, we gon' tort' you!" As a Child Soldier, he was actually quite renown for his use of torture. He was the youngest individual in the Galaxy to have a Death Mark on his head through the entirety of the Core Worlds, since the One Sith collapse and the relative order, peace and law that had been returned.

"Kark yeah, moocha Geelo! Grappa to Prevaro! Shodu and 'ternly vinto!" He breathed the words rapidly, head shaking side to side, teeth bared from behind his lips. "I drive and nee choo for my Pateessas, " He belted, "Kaeshana Crucified for my Pateesas!!" He claimed honestly, fulling willing to die for his gang.

Whatever commotion had been happening some ways back, through the alley and in the street on the other side of a number of massive buildings, Six-O had no notion of. He continued to swat the metal against stone, rattling a savage drum for the boy. His Sensor Dome examining the body and integrity of his Gorgon Rifle - it was perfect.

"Can't blink a one-v-one, kark wermo" There was no such thing as a fair fight in the Criminal World. "My whole Kajid' gon' nu you. . ." You'd have to hope for a better lease on life in your next foray in to the Galaxy, UltraV and his club wouldn't leave much left of you in this one. "Sith Order so phony though! Direc' like your Pateessa though!" He found the traitorous behavior of the Sith so weak. "Come correc' or get punta from the clappin', yo!" He threateningly jolted the Rifle in his arms, as if firing off a number of Hyper-velocity shots from it's muzzle. "Hey, Six, roll that chit!" Suddenly he let the gun free of his grasp, it sagged nearly to the ground from the tight leash he had clasped around it and his body. "Whole block, watch me smoke dis chit!"

A spliff of his own making found it's way to his fingers, a torch lighter in his opposite hand, flame kissing the end of the roll until it was cherry.

"Bo thing I ain' never did is love the Syndicate!" His voice had mumbled, lips clenching tight packed end of his Spice-packed joint, inhaling smoke deeply to lungs and loosing back out through nostrils. "Out here I'm grappa leenik!" UltraV shouted angerily, "Straigh' love for Kajidic's!"

When [member="Kyrel Ren"] had found himself assertively sought, he made the wrong choice in his escape route, he just didn't know it quite yet.

"Syndie's yo me, 'hey you gotta ease low'! Say all these sleemo civs is so no!" He shook his head, spliff still teetering up and down between lips, Reaper returned back to his grasp, where now he brandished it openly out towards the crowds on the opposite side of the street, unseen. "But if I see a civ, an' he in my spot, he bound to be blowed down!" He cackled, entirely willing to kill any and everyone in his way. "Neesha ropal, Six, watch me blow this whole pound!" UltraV swept the muzzle left to right, he was in a murderous mood tonight. Seeing his good friend @Six-O always made him feel a certain type of vicious! "Yo, 'cause I live dis life, an' I sell dis spice, Cheeka bow down!" The boy twirled back to face his strumming Droid ally, "Coratanni Cartel not really in the field. . ." He threw shade at what he perceived as the fake Criminals. "Loca kung, straight, never in for the kill" They were far too soft handed to garner his respect. "Witne' me late at night, I don' creep gee the steel" Again he mock used his weapon, insisting honestly at the ease he felt with taking lives. He elbowed what would be the abdomen of Six-O's chassis. "[member="Miss Blonde"] fixed to feel this hot chit, real!"

He was unaware she was in fact the one that was providing this Bounty, granted, the Droid hadn't stopped the young Hutt Space familiar that there was even a job they were no pursuing. He wanted to listen on, let him unleash his verbal hate.

"Muni so right, when I'm hreeda off the pill!" He enjoyed a wide range of Drugs. "[member="Natalia Thawne"] can't say she late, " More hostility, "Cheeka, the cons' I use ain't never break!" That was highly inappropriate, "Wac yeah, go trace." She belonged in a more civil setting, " DCK kark yeah. . . get exposed!" Open season on all the Coratanni Cartel. "Hutt Space, strap right, don't kark with no poles!" If she and her Cartel wanted to survive out here, she better be coming prepared. "Greedo, Harido, strai' crazy! Ya sleemo's don't tote. . . Syndicate sleemo's all jokes! DEAD CHUBA KILLERS the only set I know!" He proudly shouted his affiliation. "[member="Miss Blonde"], she not from the block! Don't know the flip, watch me bend this queen, then sell her chit. . . UltraV run dis!" The Child Cannibal Soldier barked roughly.

Oh, as it would seem, [member="Kyrel Ren"] was no rapidly approaching. And he and the boy were directly in his line of escape. It would behoove the Ren to surrender quick, to the Six-O and UltraV. . . Kyrel, you do not want to be eaten raw!

 

[Varus Ren]

This was why he'd come along, because going outside of First Order space alone was a bad idea. He didn't know Kyrel by anything other than name, as could be said for the rest of the Knights of Ren. Varus wasn't particularly social, even by the standard of Ren. That said the newly christened Knight of Ren was still his ally in the galaxy that had set itself against the Order, and he'd felt it pertinent to go with the other Knight to Nar Shadda.

Varus had kept his distance from Kyrel as to not arouse any more suspicion than someone with an eerie resemblance to perhaps the most infamous Sith Lord of all time. Unlike Kyrel who'd been on many missions for Sieger and had made somewhat of a name for himself on Kaeshena, Varus had been on little to none. Aside from the claiming of a single world in the earlier days of the Order's rise to power, he hadn't left Sieger's side in years. Perhaps it was to do with his mind, perhaps Sieger still felt his former ties had sway over his actions. It had been years, but at one point he had been Jedi. Regardless, he was not known, his face did not appear on any records, and that alongside his concealment of his force signature would hopefully keep him from getting a hefty bounty himself. At least it would have if things hadn't gone to hell so quickly.

Moving through the streets Varus weaved through the populace, just another hooded figure with a big gun on his back, not out of the ordinary for Nar Shadda. Narrowing his eyes he came to the center of the unfolding chaos. His eyes flicked from target to target, there was [member="Six-O"] and an incredibly loud child hefting a menacing weapon the same size as he, [member="Causstik Rahn"] charging forth and firing a scattergun, and two distinctively colored droids who he suspected answered to [member="Miss Blonde"]. A menacing bunch if he'd ever seen one. The droid duo in particular caught his eye, both their designs were both elegant yet ferocious looking. He wondered if these models would give the HK and IG series droids a run for their money, anything was possible these days.

Anything including getting [member="Kyrel Ren"] the hell off this planet. The odds were certainly against them, that was a given, had it been just the two of them against Red and Blue, maybe even Six-O and his companion, it would've been a fight they had a chance of surviving if they fought well, but as of now they were outnumbered, and he knew full and well there were other hunters coming. [member="HK-36"] and [member="Ghoura the Shark"] were both yet unnoticed by the other Ren, as well as [member="Darth Abyss"] and force knows who else.

Pulling the DL-19 from his back it might've looked as if he was about to join in the hunt and fire on Kyrel, but instead he turned his gun on the hunters. Taking a deep breath he shouldered the weapon. Varus did not rely on the force to guide his aim, long ago Jorus Merill's iteration of the Rebellion had taught a very different yet all too similar boy the finer points of marksmanship. With little time to delay, he fired.

Red blasts spewed forth. The first volley, while not aimed at Six-O or UltraV, would come close, their likelihood of catching a stray bolt was high if they didn't move, nut its primary target was one [member="Mara Illyrett"], a girl who had produced a weapon and began firing on Kyrel. Releasing the trigger for only a brief moment he fired again, the blasts cutting down several fleeing by-passers as they honed in on the droid duo, more specifically Red.

This was why one didn't just leave First Order space.

 

[Crix Halcorr]

Crix tacked the girl back to Ren, [member="Kyrel Ren"] .

If he thought things were a mess before, it was much worse now. The droids nicknamed 'Red' and 'Blue' which with a little bit of thinking, he traced back to [member="Miss Blonde"], were firing carelessly at the Knight of Ren and soon another joined, [member="Six-O"] .People who wanted his head on a platter seemed to be drawn to him like moths to a light including another dark Force signature, [member="Darth Abyss"] and a monstrous alien, [member="Causstik Rahn"] . [member="HK-36"] and [member="Ghorua the Shark"] tore into the fray, as if they needed more people contributing to the chaos.

A stray laser whizzed by young Halcorr and, wanting as little deaths as possible, especially that of a young girl, he was forced to leap down. The Force broke his fall, making it bearable to his bones and joints which would've otherwise cracked and split open. Landing in the middle of the fray, he was smart enough to use the Knight's body as some sort of human shield and grabbed the girl's wrist again.

"You need to get out of this mess or you're going to be dead, okay?" Warm brown eyes peered at [member="Mara Illyrett"] ,gentle despite uproar around them. "I'm here to help you, not kidnap you. Trust me."

Hopefully, she wouldn't scream this time and Ren was too occupied by the hunters to notice shed left. He ducked, hissing as a fiery red laser bolt grazed his arm, no doubt leaving a mark. Not delaying to watched the chaos a second longer, he shoved the girl flat against the wall and took a deep breath before propelling her up the to the rooftop first, using the Force as an aid. Then, he too, jumped up, both of them landing safely on the rooftop.

Well, safer than down there at least.

 

[Talmass Erillett]

The Caroleans had a bone to pick with miss blonde. Escpecially after what she did to Erica Narrotti, one of the few Jedi among the order's ranks. But, frankly, the first order took priority. So when the call came out that there was a bounty on a knight of ren on Nar shaadaa, placed by none other than Blonde herself, Charles couldn't resist. He took thirty of his best men with him, knowing how dangerous the first order and blonde could be. Nothing would get in the way, no side missions, no helping civilians, only stopping the ren, and blonde if possible. As they neard the region of combat, there was already a firefight, with bounty hunter, a young girl and two Exocet ic and distinctively colored droids, doubtlessly blonde's, against the ren, and one other. Deciding the ren was held down, Charles ordered his men to focus fire in the person helping the ren. 31 blaster rifles began firing at once, from different angles and positions, our sniper, on a roof took her shots carefully. There was no time for nonsense, this was a military operation at this point.

 

[Mara Illyrett]

It happened so quickly. One moment she was point-blank firing at the ren, the next she was on the roof, blaster shots flying through where she once was. The man who had grabbed her arms earlier, was on the roof wi her, he was young, and his gentle gaze and voice calmed her. Mara no longer felt she could help,as her skills with a blaster were not the best. She stood there, watching as chaos unfolded. Thirty armor-clad figures spread out, firing at the one person helping the ren, two figures on the roof, one standing watch, while another, also armor-clad, was aiding the armored figures below. It was chaos. In side she felt several dark presences, but also a few warm, gentle ones, including the man who just removed from the chaos. She felt something tugging at her, telling her to do something, but she could not. So she sat and thought what she could do. Wi her eyes closed, she did not notice the pebbles begin to float around her.,..



.[member="Kyrel Ren"]@HK-36@Crix Halcorr[member="Causstik Rahn"][member="Miss Blonde"]@Six-O@Varus Ren[member="Charles Bellmont"]

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Dralos stood up in a bar, before he heard a planet-wide hologram from [member="Miss Blonde"]. The Anzati heard the bounty, and like many, his jaw dropped. 10 freakin' million credits. Anyone would be a fool not to take up a bounty like that. For Dralos, a Mandalorian who occasionally did bounty hunter, and mercenary work, it would make him reach, and he could use that money to do whatever he wished.

Everyone got out of the bar, blaster bolts ready as each bounty hunter shot the other. Dralos had one advantage though: he was a force-sensitive, and he intended to claim that bounty for himself.

Fortunately for him, he was quiet close to the coordinates. He immediately stood up, and prepared himself for a fight. He carried his custom armor(I'll post my gear later), with his weapons. As he did this, Dralos cracked his knuckles, and prepared to go to the location.

Let the bounty hunting begin.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He followed the street's hearing the yelling of the droids, he looked around his enhanced photoreceptors looking for any possible routes to the space port, He continued to curse himself mentally and than looked at a hologram of a woman declaring that a bounty was on his head for 10 Million Credits. He looked and it and said in disbelief. "Oh Come On!!!!" He continued on his path trying to remain unseen, and trying to get as far away as those blood thirsty droids as possible. He was by no means a coward, but he was unsure if he could take on so many adversaries pitted against him even if his power in the dark side had increased since Kaeshana. He thought it would be interesting to test his skills against bounty hunters, but only fools would go against highly trained assassins and mercs even him, and so wanted to avoid combat if he had the choice.

He than so the same Pickpocket come from behind, she offered to show him a quick route that she knew, and as if he couldn't think of a better option, he reluctantly followed the girl as he still wanted to know who she was. He wanted to question her immediately but would wait till he got back to the spaceport, and pondered the idea if he should take her back to First Order space as being there is better than this miserable life. Before he knew it right in front of them a Trandoshian approached, he fired a scatter gun from the hip, and Kyrel returned in kind by activating his saber deflecting the shots. He said with unrelenting fury. "Come and try to collect your bounty, I can assure you the only reward you'll be collecting is a painful death." He said it to the Trandoshian, but meant it all for his pursuers. He continued to deflect shots swiftly.

He than saw the girl that he was protecting fire behind him, he knew that she was not firing towards his attackers, but at him coming with the pitiful excuse that she didn't want to die. The bolts didn't go through as his armor was heavily reinforced since Kaeshana. His eyes became yellow, and he growled angrily as he used the force to pull her towards his gloved hand, and slowly began to choke the life out of her as he said angrily. "Really you didn't want to die eh girl, Too bad now your really going to die." He said as he squeezed more on her neck, and attempted to choke her to the point of suffocation.

He felt his rage fuel the dark side, and in the midst of all this chaos felt more alive than ever. He than sensed more attackers, and a few allies appear. He sensed a fellow Ren providing cover fire for him, but did not know where. As several armed soldiers fired at Kyrel, the Ren fired back taking out several of them, as Kyrel worked his blade in his hand to deflect the blasterbolts back at the people firing them, or at the walls. He than saw the Murderous droids sent out by Miss blonde, and retreated to a nearby street to give him more room against his attackers, cutting several pipes to give them debris to work with. He still had the girl in his glove, but relaxed his grip on her just to make sure she didn't suffer just yet. He needed to find level playing field so he kept running cutting up more debris in his path just to slow them down. As he ran he sensed a new presence come out not far that he didn't expect. His Apprentice [member="Skylar Walker"] which he found to be a saving grace. She was a trained assassin and would give him the edge he needed in the fight against these criminals. He waited for them as he kept crossing street to street swinging his blade, and stopped when he felt that he bought himself sometime.

[member="Dralos"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Charles Bellmont"]
[member="Crix Halcorr"]
[member="Varus Ren"]
[member="Six-O"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik watched as the Sith deflected the pellets from his scatter gun with his saber. A formidable feat indeed. Still it would not be nearly enough to stop the War Chief. Kyrel began to run and Causstik chased after him. The Ren began to cut bits of debris ahead of him in an attempt to slow his pursuers down. Causstik growled in frustration as he dropped to all fours and used hands and feet to propel himself forward faster. He vaulted over a piece of fallen debris, smashed through another, and finally in one great leap activated his jetpack propelling himself at ludicrous speeds. His phrik clad, beskar chained, void stone encrusted armor would smash into the ren. A full 400 pounds propelled forward by his jet pack would tackle the ren and in all likelihood break bone if not metal. He would add this Ren’s mask to his collection or die trying. Today the First Order would know the name Causstik Rahn and the Scorekeeper would shower him with Jagganath points.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Six-O"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Crix Halcorr"], [member="Varus Ren"],


HK moved along the rooftops and catwalks still, staying as a hidden observer of the battle, his cloak kept him safe from organic eyes and the scanners of his own kind, the biot that covered his Phrik body cut him from the ties of the Force so that his movements would not disturb its current and create ripples Force-users could sense. He watched as chaos and brawl spread in the alleys and streets below, other Ren and First Order agents revealing their presence to help Kyrel, there were four or so of them by the droid's count, yet still they wallowed in their own cowardice as Kyrel reached out in an attempt to strangle one of the youngest and seemingly weakest of the hunters coming after him, while running away at the same time from those who would pose a real challenge to him.

It was no matter, HK picked up on presence of Six-O among the battle, along with what seemed to be some sort of a messed up child soldier, he would probably have to have a chat with Six afterwards about his choice of combat companions, still it meant that once HK would strike he would not be without allies either.

He also noticed Causstik, the Trandoschan chasing after Kyrel, the machine remembered still how he broke Causstik in a melee brawl, forcing him into a hasty retreat after taking one of his eyes as a trophy, he wondered, does Causstik still see phantom flashes of his eye's last moments as metal fingers are forced into his socket? Either way, his scanners picked up that Causstik's armor was upgraded to a mix of Beskar and Phrik, fortunately HK upgraded his own arsenal, coming into possession of neuranium bullets which were able to pierce rather easily most Beskar and Phrik suites, but whether they were going to see how easily Causstik's new suit would be shredded by them would be doubtful so far, perhaps for once they were going to fight on the same side.

Whether the machine had to face three, four, or twenty of the Ren warriors he did not care, whether he was going to fight alone or with allies, he did not care, he faced them before and they had yet to impress the droid, as far as he calculated, whatever they could summon against him so far away from their territory, he was able to shatter into nothing by himself.

As Kyrel tried to choke [member="Mara Illyrett"] HK moved still overhead, he would not be slowed down like Kyrel by diverting his attention to set up blockades or protect himself from others, so far the machine was yet to be challenged, so in his stealthy chase HK would overtake Kyrel and his allies, moving in front of their position overhead, if he had to step in to save Mara he would, for now, however, he would plan ahead for the right time to strike, taking note of positions ahead of Kyrel to catch him in an ambush, cut his route off and trap him between the droid and other hunters if needed be.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Hello, little heretic."

The hunters had made their moves, creating enough chaos and confusion for Abyss to traverse through the shadows unheard and unseen. Now it was his turn, since the fight and the following game of hide and seek began, he had kept the lowest possible profile, trailing the path of the knight of Ren that probably half the moon was after right now. But money didn't matter to Abyss, he had plenty of it, more than most people could spend in their lifetime. For all he cared, the hunters could have the credits and the glory, as long as he could watch the death of one that defied the legacy of the sith so openly.

As the words broke through the shadows, the sith lord was revealed, both visually and in the force. Like a ghost he had walked upon the surface of Nar Shaddaa, an image enforced by the way he looked. The black robe that shrouded him was fairly ragged and old, as it had seen many years before Abyss even had been born, his skin was pale like he had just risen from his grave, and his eyes burned with an unnatural, sulfuric glow. The wooden mask on his face was filled with strange patterns, and had been formed in a rather odd shape that obscured anything but the lower half of his face. He wasn't a physically imposing figure, tall but rather slim for his size, but his attire was as frightening as the aura that filled the air around him. Abyss was a fully realised lord of the sith, close to his prime, and his aura clearly reflected that, by being as twisted and strange as the man himself.

By now Abyss got a pretty good analysis of the situation, and a plan to go along with it. The knight of ren clearly intend to run out his enemies instead of facing them, but hunters were probably approaching from all directions imaginable. This was Nar Shaddaa after all. So he had to kill him now at best, or just keep him occupied enough to disrupt any attempt of leaving until the hunters would close in. The other part of his plan was aimed at the most obvious mark that the Ren carried around, cybernetic armour that looked heavy. Normally he would've picked a poisoned throwing knife in a situation like this, but he wasn't sure if the sith steel would be able to penetrante the Knights shell, so he instead resorted to a more solid option, one well liked when fighting enemies caught up in complex electronic systems.

The second he lifted the cloak around himself, Abyss left extend towards the Ren that stood on the other end of the street, releasing a short burst of blue lightning at him. It didn't held the destructive potential that some of abyss equals were able to summon, but he had little doubt that it would still be effective.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Dralos"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Charles Bellmont"] [member="Crix Halcorr"] [member="Varus Ren"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde sat back behind her desk and watched from street cams as everything unfolded, it was quite entertaining. It seemed everyone wanted the Ren, and the Ren wanted to cling on to life and freedom. Either or the end result would be good for Blonde, he'd either be dead, captured, or flee which would no longer make him a problem. You couldn't leave First Order people unchecked on Nar Shaddaa, she ran that planet and she'd be damned if she would let those edge filled losers walk on her turf freely. So she had to crank up the heat, really bring the pain for the Ren and remind him exactly who she was.

"Bring four hundred units online from storage. Send them out for Kyrel. I want him alive if possible. And be sure to ready the broadcast system." Blonde said with a very authoritarian tone.

"Right away, ma'am." One of her goons said to go relay orders.

As for what was happening live and on the ground, the two droids were in the middle of a chaotic sea just doing their best to achieve their objective. A few shots flung past him aimed at nearby target, seeing that there was an active shooter behind him, he quickly turned around and saw the other Ren focus in on him. [member="Varus Ren"] intended on turning him into scrap and Red couldn't have that. So when the shots came his way he was able to duck out of most of them, key word most. A few of them impacted his Cortosis and titanium breastplate and while it gave a hefty impact, the material was able to dispel most of the burn damage. But that didn't stop him from being upset about it.

"HEY YOU BASTARD!!!! WHAT THE HELL!? I'LL KILL YOU!!" Red screamed with the fury of anger and hatred that was embedded into his code.

"We have an target to catch, Red." Blue calmly stated as he sprinted past Red in pursuit of Kyrel.

"FINE!! I'LL KILL YOU LATER MEATBAG!!" Red yelled and then hit his side to activate a personal shield generator. Blue swiftly followed to do the same.

With all the blaster bolts flying from the random thirty men that showed up, they needed them now more than ever. So with them attached and activated, it took them a moment to get back on track but to their surprise a Trandoshan had passed them up in the hunt and used a jetpack to sail towards the Ren attempting to crush him under the weight of 400 pounds of mean green ugly lizard. A pretty decent strategy.

"GO FAT KID GO!!!" Red shouted to cheer on [member="Causstik Rahn"] in his own little special way.

"Debris coming up, Red Blue pointed out.

"UP AND AT IT BABY!!" Without the weight of a ysalamir pack holding him back, Red sprinted towards the debris blocking their path.

Sliding down in front of it as if it were home plate, Red assumed a position that looked like a friend about to give their buddy a boost. It was the same concept only with robots and a lot more badass. When Blue sprinted up to Red, he jumped up and into Red's hands to which red helped throw his brother upwards and over the debris and in front of the path of [member="Kyrel Ren"] who had an angry trandoshan behind him and a cortosis platted droid in front of him with a Ysalamir force negating bubble.

"Surrender, Ren. You will be shown mercy." Blue said as he whipped his Cortosis plated katana through the air and readied into a fighting stance.

"KICK HIS ASS BLUE!!!" More encouragement from Red.

But before he could charge in to fight the Ren, there was an issue. Miss Blonde's boyfriend [member="Darth Abyss"] had shown up and started firing lightning at Kyrel. So being that Blue didn't want to be compressed into a cube by getting in the way of the Boss' boy toy, he decided it was best to stay back and cut off any avenues of retreat for the Knight.

Kyrel was in a losing situation all around. The sounds of robotic marching would Pierce the veil of combat and from various streets the War Dog battle droids tasked with patrolling the streets of Nar Shaddaa were starting to converge on the area. This was of course not even counting the dozens of droids waiting at the space port to kill Kyrel.

Thankfully though Miss Blonde wasn't one of those idiots who locked everything down for the sake of one person. People were still free to come and go to Nar Shaddaa as they pleased, and in a few minutes Miss Blonde would address them through the broadcast service she had been working on.

[member="Dralos"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Charles Bellmont"] [member="Crix Halcorr"] [member="Varus Ren"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="HK-36"] @Ghoura the Shark [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Talmass Erillett]

Several of Charles's men fell. Tanner. Rundholdt. Fral. The first order would pay for their lives in blood. He gave the order, by now all bystanders had cleared, he could use explosives. Every man he had threw a thermal detonator, set to explode at touch, this would include the force stopping them. He then ordered his men to fire on the man with the blaster rifle, who was fighting them. The sniper countinued to rain death at the ren, her head un hittable from his position, and her barrel extending out over the edge of the roof she was in. Enough was enough, Charles called for the air strike, this ren was going to die either way, especially in his heavy cybernetic armor.