The streets can be dangerous

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara, still regaining her breath from the choke hold and the swift rescue by the Jedi, listened to the sounds of the battle. Screams. Blaster fire.... something else.... a calling of some sort.... and an order. Grenades. She opened her eyes, the pebbles falling to the ground. She sprinted to the other side of the roof, readying her pistol.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: THE STREETS OF NAR SHADDAA​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

CURRENT MOOD: CONCERNED​

Another reason Ghorua didn't usually go after Blonde's bounties? It attracted too many undesirables. Dangerous individuals that wouldn't think twice about rending the Shark limb from limb for a pretty penny.

As much as the Shark wanted to rush in and bash heads, he also wanted to keep all of his limbs.

Three ACS Modular Probe Droids zipped above the busy streets of Nar Shaddaa, to the coordinates sent in the bounty, their high-tech plating masking them in the long shadows. The small probes stayed well out of sight, simply tagging areas of interest, on the lookout for one [member="Kyrel Ren"].

Their ocular receivers seemed to simultaneously pick up a struggle. The small droids, careful to remain unseen, approached, tagging individuals. A full-scale war had erupted. If that wasn't a sign that a ten million credit bounty had been found, Ghorua didn't know what was.

It was absolute mayhem, plain and simple. Ghorua could barely believe the footage fed to him by his droids.

Two droids that the Shark recognized as [member="Miss Blonde"]'s were currently engaged with a heavily-armored individual that Ghorua could only assume was the Ren. An unassuming lady, [member="Mara Illyrett"], choked by an invisible hand. [member="Causstik Rahn"], a dangerous brute of a Trandoshan, but he had dealt with that before. The fancy armor meant that this was no ordinary lizard, however.

He'd have to exercise one of the core rules of bounty hunting; caution.

[member="Charles Bellmont"] and a group of soldiers battled and fell. More droid grunts of Blonde's ilk seemed just around the corner, but whether they were to engage yet or not was unknown. Then there was [member="Darth Abyss"], and the lightning he emitted. A Force-Wielder had joined the fray, it seemed, and quite the powerful one. That was who he knew he needed to watch out for.

Bounty Hunters, at least, had a shambling form of honor. Common criminals might flee if things get too hot.

Sith were more unpredictable.

Ghorua moved through the streets quickly, his armor making surprisingly little noise. He wrapped his photoreceptive spidersilk elaxtex cloak around himself tighter, his large form almost invisible, much like @HK-36. He held his dual handguns at his sides tensely, anticipating a dangerous fight with a group of dangerous things. He had his other baubles and doodads on his bandolier; chances were he would need them all.

Ghorua would keep his distance for now. Five years ago, he would've charged in guns blazing. But now?

He would wait until there was some more blood in the water.

- [member="Dralos"] - [member="Crix Halcorr"] -

 

[Varus Ren]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnXwhcOClbk​

Now there was an issue, this [member="Charles Bellmont"] fellow was going to user air strikes on [member="Miss Blonde"]'s territory. An act with high potential for collateral damage. Though, thirty armored men and women loaded down with gear infiltrating and positioning themselves perfectly wasn't unheard of, getting all the bystanders clear? That would've been impossible to do without slipping up. So Varus made the men slip. Letting the force guide him he weaved through fleeing innocents, the Carolean's cutting them down in his stead. He knew he had to move. Slinging the rifle onto his back the Knight let out a sigh, there'd be no hiding himself.

The force warned him seconds ahead to avoid the next sniper bolt, and as the detonators were armed Varus went out on a limb, expecting them to likely be armed to counter force users. As such he reached out to several of the grenades while they were in the commando's hands which would detonate them instantly if the things worked as designed. After all, a simple touch with the force would detonate them would it not?

As for others, the Ren simply ran like hell. Darting between the blasts, with a groan discarding his rifle and dropping into a roll, rising out of it with saber in hand. IT would be his first time using this one. "Droid, let us see if your bite matches your bark." He challenged Red, thumbing the ignition to the crimson blade. "You too." He snarled at [member="Darth Abyss"], and in fact to the hunters as a whole, if they were so intent on going after Kyrel, he wondered how they'd react to a more stationary target.

Varus knew full and well the ramifications of this act, it meant death in all likelihood, but something in his mind, be it Sieger or the force itself told him that it was his duty to ensure Kyrel escaped, and that the secrets of the Order of Ren were protected. He would fight and die for Sieger, for that was his code. But he'd be damned if he didn't go down swinging.

He pulled a piece of cloth over his face to cover the lower half of his face whilst pulling back the hood, eyes full of anger that had haunted him since he was a boy. They had tried to save him, Syn, Jorus, force knows how many others, but the man who became Varus Ren had been destined for this. To Kyrel he reached out in his mind and stated simply, Do not fail Sieger

That was it, he was ready to take on pretty much everyone.

Come get it.

[member="HK-36"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Dralos"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[media] https://youtu.be/LRhRNgqPlyk [/media]​

Spoiler

Gonna use this post to engage [member="Varus Ren"] so for everyone else posting I'll post to you guys when you get around to posting as normal

RED

Red still sat there crouched as his brother was off dealing with the main target. Traditionally they would fight as a team using the other to keep within the protection of a force null bubble, but with all the chaos going around and the two of them getting separated. Red had to fight, well that wasn't entirely true. He wanted to fight, he wanted his blades to drip Crimson and see his enemy slain at his feet. It wasn't his fault, he was just wired that way.

So when Varus challenged him, he accepted. Standing up in a fashionable style, he grabbed his single Cortosis reinforced sword and pressed a button on its hilt. The blade split itself in two and the red ribbons attached to them spiraled out to wave in the breeze of explosions and wind. He stood there not saying anything at first, a deadly serious silence falling over the two as he began to pace around Varus. It was about to go down hard. The droid flipped it's swords twirling them and assumed a fighting position.

"Oh I'm gonna enjoy cutting you to pieces. Nothing says I need to take you alive." Red said in a very low and intense voice as the pacing continued, and in the drop of a dime it started.

"YOU'RE MINE, MEAT!!" The let out mad laughter as he charged in to engage.

With his robotic servos and limbs propelling him faster than any human could naturally move, the droid sped to close the distance between the two of them. He needed to overwhelm him with constant attacks in order for him to not use the force on him. While Red was a far greater swordsman than Varus, there wasn't a lot he could do without Blue around to stop the force. So when that distance was met and Red was in Varus' face, he began a complete maelstrom of strikes. With every high speed blow in his combination attack, each was designed and sent to kill. Every slash and stab was cast out with every intention to impale and disembowel the Ren. That was the first rule of clashing blades, never waste a strike to bury your enemy.

[member="Varus Ren"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Miss Blonde"],

While whatever was happening below was happening below with the droid and the guy from Assassin's Creed, Blue's text was pretty hard to read actually so I missed half the dialogue back there because I just couldn't be bothered, HK would manage to spot one of the cameras Blonde was using to monitor the area.

The droid would creep closer towards the monitoring device when suddenly,

BRGKKKKKKKKKKKKKRTH

On Blonde's end static would appear on one of the receivers/screens/whatever she was using to view the video stream from the area, on the other end HK would sneak the camera he just ripped clean off of its socket underneath his cloak, hiding it among his toolbelt of loot and other weird crap he usually brought along with him to those things. Looking around the machine's scanners would pick up on location of other cameras in their immediate area.

One hunt often lead to another, sometimes even HK wouldn't be able to tell where one ended and another begun, so he might as well prepare himself just in case the Rens would not be his only target on Nar Shaada at the end of the day. Perhaps Blonde would chalk it up to a stray blaster shot, perhaps an explosion from the thermal detonators being thrown around by some of the hunters gunning for the Ren, perhaps to the airstrikes that were now being conducted by the group calling themselves Caroleans or something along the lines.

Either way, as HK watched the cameras and marked their locations on his HUD his hands would contort themselves into sigils, displaying a series of some forgotten arcane gestures beneath his cloak as he threw precise gravitational anomalies, much like he did back on Atrisia when the Mad Prince attempted to ambush the droid and his Jedi companions with help of a shield-protected Ysalamiri. HK did short work of the Force-nullifying lizard by snapping its neck from distance using the manipulations of his Grav-Gloves, he did similar maneuver this time around, pulling and twisting on the cameras internal mechanisms to disrupt and crush their circuitry, damaging it enough to disrupt the video feed.

One by one the cameras would begin to shut down, bursting into static to disrupt whoever was watching them, cut their visual from the unfolding battle.

 

[Six-O]

You see, now the Ren had gone from one problem, in to a far more major dilemma. First, [member="Kyrel Ren"] was still approaching Six-O and UltraV, slowed by the sudden outburst of violence--this happened nearly every hour on any Nar Shaddaa street---then there was this other confrere, Varus Ren. Now, there was no cogent way of deciphering, just whom exactly that particular Ren was, in fact, the Droid and Child Soldier didn't even regard him as such as he opened fire upon them.

To these two, in particular, that is, Six and UV, this could have been one of a billion people that may want to kill them. Which wasn't very surprising for a Droid like Six-O, but quite admirable for a mere child, like his small adherent here.

A draft of blaster shots, fired by Varus, breezed towards Six and UltraV. Both the worst types of Criminals there was, true monsters, they were always receptive for this type of plight.

"Dat Sleemo, kark koochoo!" UltraV shouted, the boy hadn't even really needed to dodge the verve of blaster fire that bustle over him. Frighteningly enough, the child didn't even flinch.

Joint, pinched between lips that grasped strong, and lungs that pulled hard, leaving the burning ember blazing fiercely. Head spun to catch the attacker. . . seemingly sprinting off, rather suddenly, UltraV took to action. On heel he spun abruptly, turning out in to the street. Barely able to follow the man with his eyes from his small height, but no sooner than did [member="Varus Ren"] reveal himself as something more than a typical thug, and the street suddenly went to panic and chaos. He had a harsh reckoning coming his way.

"Loca kung, karking echuta sleemo! DCK menndo lido! DEAD CHUBA KILLERS!" The child thundered, laughably, more of the citizenry of Nar Shaddaa cleared out and took to foot from that one call than this man igniting his Lightsaber and jumping to action. They knew what was coming when one of the Dead Chuba's was on the block.

With rifle stock under shoulder, hand clasped skillfully on grip and rail. He now let his Magnetic Reaper do the singing. His burst of fire was far more devastating than what [member="Varus Ren"] had offered in his meager opening. A volley of hyper-velocity pellets suddenly began to chew people in to mangled heaps of torn and twisted husks.

At first, his aim had no discipline, this was one of the DCK's notorious tactics. Just splash everyone with damage. Legs ruptured in to two, blown apart as if hit by artillery. Hips were left breached with gaping chasms that wept pools of blood, turning the street in to a flowing river. An individual, just to the left of Varus caught a pellet to his face, just to the right of his nose, close to his upper lip. His head went in to full bloom, a flower of gore that withered in to a drizzle of rain that would paint the Ren red.

Twenty, thirty lives were taken, or bodies left maimed, all even before a single sound of the rifle had rang the street. Technology in play that should have never been invented. In those opening seconds [member="Varus Ren"] had not been targeted, but now, his Lightsaber in hand, and the carnage steep around him, four pellets honed in on his body. An arc that carried them from his left buttock up the small of his back.

"DCK SLEEMO! DCK!!" One could imagine what this filthy soul was like when he had been an active Child Soldier.

Six-O, ever mindful of his ally, did not abandon him entirely. Merely took opportunity to chase down the real target. With [member="Darth Abyss"] hot on [member="Kyrel Ren"], and this particular Ren parading around with lightsaber and armor that left him slow, dreadfully slow. Six merely maintained his position, after eating a shot to the back of his blast armor that pierced directly through his chassis and left steaming hole that rendered his Flechette Port unusable, and his body bleeding sparks and lubricator liquids.

He kept strong and sturdy stance, arm extended, Gorgon Rifle at the ready. When [member="Kyrel Ren"] crossed what Six-O accurately calculated as the fifty meter mark, Six-O activated his rifle, spewing the mist net directly for the approaching Kyrel as he lumbered onward.

[member="HK-36"] was likely going to scold his underling very intensely for the behavior of his young friend here this evening. Last time @Six-O had misbehaved he'd had to clean the floors at Three-Six's Abregado Palace with what the Organics called a Toothbrush.

 

[Talmass Erillett]

Chalres ordered his men to switch targets. The five who fell to the grenades will be paid for in blood. Tanya. Vermount. Eric. Tai. Joseph. The air strike arrived, as a single a-wing strafed the battle field, aiming for the ren. His men moved to fire. The night was illuminated by blaster fire and flame.
@Six-O@HK-36@Miss Blonde[member="Varus Ren"][member="Ghorua the Shark"][member="Mara Illyrett"]