Location:The Wheel
Post:6
Raylia wouldn't get a response from Kurayami immediately, but after a bit his voice came through the comms again. It was clear just from his tone that he was a bit out of the loop mentally. Though the sound of blaster fire was surprisingly not heard at the moment. What was able to be heard though was the Wheel Security Forces making their way to where he was currently leaning against a tree catching his breath.
::Easy there sweetheart. I'm fine...ish. I mean a few grazing hits from a blaster, some lacerations from that thermal detonator you heard go boom, and a bit light headed...but that last part will go away soon. Pretty standard uh whats the word...ya know for things that usually happen? Results? Outcome? Whatever something like that yea. I swear that wasn't my fault, well partly by not really. Aw man I gotta go for now sweetie, but I promise I'll figure out some way to makee this up to you soon. Love you, Raylia::
Though he had thought he closed the channel it was clear the he had either forgotten or the comms had taken a bit of damage so that the conversation he was about to have with the officer was heard in full. To any nearby it would have been a rather entertaining scene. He was clearly not in the best of shape, but the officers seemed a bit more concerned about the other civvies and those who had been involved and may or may not have lived through the encounter in the area. As the officers approached they drew their weapons and the one who stepped forward began to question Kurayami about the scene before him.
"Officer I swear I didn't want this to happen. I mean I was chasing after this one guy who had hired a bunch of people to set me and my girlfriend up and try to kill us for some sort of shady Sith or some such. Anyways, he heard from a merc who somehow knew me from my days working in that field as well, guy had done some digging and found out my girlfriend had access at one time to Jedi Archives and had done a lot of research into Sith and Jedi artifacts. So he gave this middleman guy, One-Eye or something these four holocrons, right? Told him that they were worth millions to the right people and that I was the guy he wanted to fly them to the collectors or whatever black market place he had in mind.
Well, that was a mistake, I'm an ace fighter pilot yea, and I can fly larger ships, but man those things just handle like poodoo comparatively. Plus they are too slow, only reason I can even fly 'em is because it's in my blood as a Corellian. So yea, back to the importan stuff. We get here, sit down, start negotiations and all that kinda jazz. He tried to low ball us big time on the payment. So we tried to get a better rate, had her check that everything was authentic, but they were trying to pull a fast one on us with a bunch of fake holocrons. So we said no. As you can guess that didn't go well, One-Eye had his toughs shoot at us, but come on two Master Force users against like three street thugs and a supposed business man?
Think he's still alive unless that shootout in the cantina back there killed him, it'd be sad if it did. I actually try not to kill, not because I'm Jedi or anything, I'm more like a Grey, all about balance and stuff like that. One second officer..."
Kurayami paused and if things were quiet enough in the cantina by now then Raylia would have been able to hear him unscrewing his ever present flask of Namana liquor and take a swig from it before continuing his perhaps too detailed account of what happened.
"Right, so we get the name of the guy who hired him. Some merc named Ripper. My girlfriend decides to stay back and keep One-Eye alive and all and make sure he doesn't run away and stuff. So she did that. I had to blow a hole through the door of the cantina...now now, I know what you are thinking. Isn't a door already an opening? Yes, but so many people were trying to squeeze through that I couldn't slip through to find this 'Ripper' character. So I told them to calmly back away from the door so I could make it easier to get out for all of us. It's okay I didn't use explosives, just a Force Destruction blast, kinda like an amped up Force push. So after that Ripper figures out I'm hunting him down now, tried to kill me with an airspeeder full of innocents cause the guy was kinda a dick. It's cool though, I kept the speeder from crashing. Kept after him. Cornered him here, didn't realize there were a lot more friends of his out here. Or maybe not friends all of them because a good number shot him in the back, quite literally. So he's ya know, lying face down on the ground, last thing he does is laugh/cough and prime a thermal detonator. It went boom and threw me against a tree, and got my girlfriend angry too since she heard the boom back at the cantina. Anyways thats why there is a pile of ashes where there should be a body and why there are injured or dead guys with blasters in hand nearby. Not my fault, I was just trying to get info, and defended myself when they tried to murder me for some reason or other. I mean I can pay for damages if I have to but insurance should cover it since this place is known to be a bit of a hub for less than legal deals and all."
Truly, the story came out like the ramblings of a mad man. Or someone with severe mental deficiencies, not what you would expect from a Master of any sort, except maybe a Sith Lord, those people were usually a bit unbalanced to start with. The officers still held their weapons at the ready and the one in charge just stared ahead slackjawed at this account wondering how in the nine hells he was supposed to believe this. Kurayami's injuries did match up with the description but could this man really have been any sort of Jedi? The only clue that he could have been anywhere near telling the truth was the lightsaber in his hand. After being given a few minutes to process what he heard the captain called for logs to be sent from holocams around the area. Kurayami waited silently as the logs were sent and reviewed, drinking from his flask here and there. Wow, from an outsiders perspective he was awesome. Well, except when he was getting hit with blaster bolts and thrown back by explosives. no wonder he had a headache. The officers lowered their weapons as they watched the scene unfold, almost exactly as Kurayami described it. The captain shook his head in disbelief and they set off to recover the bodies of those who had been killed in the event as well as arrest the other gunmen involved who had survived.
While giving his account he felt a twinge of a presence whom he had once known well. IT was momentary and gone before he could place who it had been, but it was a dark one. Perhaps that had been the Sith who hired Ripper. He would have to ask Raylia about that later, if she had felt the same. If not it may be a sign of the fact his brain had been more than a bit rattled a few moments ago.
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