To Win.

[Ak'lya]

OOC: Sorry for being so slow.
Mos Espa. Home. And here, he would prove that the dread guard were not the only way to skin a cat. He was preparing for a space wizard by the name of @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]. And here, in the sandy streets, she would fall.

The first step, of course, was to assure she would come. That was simple enough. A friend of a friend had promised to bring her, and not let her know why, for a hefty sum. Although it was as little as the Bothan thought he could get away with. He would need more than that for this to work. This trap would have more contingency plans than a Bothan politician. Wait......

The basic point was this, bait a trap, stay as far away as possible, and work from a distance. No need to get close to a lightsaber, after all. However, it would be more complex than that. He studied his equipment, a shock net, a pair of land mines, blaster rifles, slugthrower, EMP grenades, and, finally, the most expensive of them all, a Verpine Shatter Rifle. The masterful work of dark black metal was the elegant final touch to this. Resting his hand on it for a moment, he readied himself for the day ahead. He could do this. He had to.

Twenty meters. That was as close as he would let her get. Much to far for saber combat, and just inside the range of most his weapons. Studying the town's layout, he marked off spots, abandoned buildings set for demolition. He had bought them, something no one cared about. A couple of warehouses. Empty. Crumbling. One, the note read "Thrane's Hall". The other, "Daneslou". Both would be rigged to harm, and even kill, the victim. Each, however, would be used individually, and maybe not both. A central computer would control when each was active. And the rest was up to him.

Setting the blaster rifles to full auto, he positioned them on swivel mounts, so they would pepper the entire area with plasma. The rig was set to go off twenty-seven seconds after the landmines. Those would go off when the door opened and shut again. And that would weaken the building enough for it to collapse. Hopefully.

The other, he rigged to collapse with detonite, or more accurately, a friend did. The money that went into this was large, but he was here to prove that he needed not be less than the clones. He would blow it as soon as the electro-net was secure. That, He would do later. It was time.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra came down the very street he wanted her to, reading a datapad in her hand and glancing around the area, someone had wanted to meet her but the reason was unknown and only the location given. She was more than ready for a trap but nothing had happened yet so she remained in an optimistic mood as she strode down the street, her legs carrying her over the burning sand that lay beneath her feet. She had left her Holocron at her home this time, if this was a trap she would not bring the most valuable thing in the world with her, especially not to a place like this where criminals and bounty hunters were plentiful.

Stopping she looked around and shouted out to the buildings around her as she stood there in her robes with her sabers at her side and eyes scanning the area. "Im here, what is it you want and who are you to want to see me out in the middle of this dust ball?" @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Her reply came from above, from a speaker. "My name is unimportant. Why are you here? Because you were the easiest way to do this. My sincerest apologies." As the voice spoke, a silver tube dropped down from below the speaker. At the same time, two identical ones landed nearby. After three seconds, each EMO went off. The resulting.blast hopefully put the light saber, as well as the datapad.And any comlink, out of commission. Unfortunately, it also killed the speaker. Strask sighed as he watched through the Shatter Rifle's scope. That speaker wasn't his. Ah, well. He could replace it later. After @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] was delt with.

He pulled the trigger, sending the pellet flying at the Dark Jedi.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She had walked right into a trap and cursed herself for falling into such an obvious one, at least she had left her most prized possession back on another planet. Her hands reached for her sabers, only to find them unoperational at the moment, as well as everything else on her person. The only solitude though was that her mind remained sharp and connection to the force strong and a split second before the pellet would have hit her she sensed it coming and moved enough for it to impact and imbed itself in her left shoulder, tearing through the robes into her shoulder but that damage could be fixed. Taking cover behind the first object that she could she breathed slowly as the pain in her shoulder gripped her, this man is either a sith or bounty hunter which means she would have to kill him if she were to escape this alive. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Missed. Well, darn. He moved, down the streetline, trying to get a shot. No luck. This would be more annoying than he had thought. Sighing, he radioed the computer. "Prepare to active both." As the affirmative beep sounded, he studied the woman's position. She would come into view once she moved. He would have it sit and wait. But he didn't feel like it. Instead, he shot the wall above her, causing @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] to be showered with chunks of stone and dust. Another shot struck the cover she was behind, just barely thick enough to stop it. She would feel that, and know that she needed to move.

He would herd her to Daneslou.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She covered her face and more importantly the wound as the shower of dust and stone came down on her as well as the impact of the shot's energy through the wall. She cursed her stupidity and began funneling force energy into her legs, she would have to augment her speed if she had hope of escaping this in one piece. After a solid minute she burst from the cover, using as much energy as she could to rocket out of cover like an arrow, sprinting at top speed down the street and unknowingly right into the range of the computer system that had been set up. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

As @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] bolted, he fired again, but missed. Picking up the weapon, he pressed the first button. A shower of full auto slugthrower ammo poured out of a wooden door. It would come at her side, firing until the twenty-shot clip was downrange. She would run strait through the wave of bullets.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra reacted a moment too late as a slug caught her in lower leg as she jumped to get out of the range, this sent her tumbling to the ground in pain as she tried to push herself up on her good leg, that being her left now, and limping as best as she could. 'This isnt good, wounded twice now, i have to get out of here now.' The words echoed in her head as she forced back the pain and continued to limp forward to take cover in one of the buildings he had rigged, unknowing to her. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

She was in. "Activate Daneslou." It chipped on, and as @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] would open the door, both mines activated. When it swung shut, they would go off, kicking up sand and. A cloud of smoke. They were hurried to deep, and would neither take down the building or do more than blind her. But, as she could recover, the blasters sang on the walls. The room was swept with fire, at chest height. If she dropped to the ground, it would all fly over her head for a while. But the 500 shots in each would begin to cover more of the room soon.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She dropped to the ground out of instinct and could feel the hum of energy over her head, in a desperate move she noted the condition of the building and gripped at the ceiling and pulled with all the power she could muster, the roof coming down and collapsing around her as it provided cover. She had misjudged its direction of impact though as a stone fell on the same leg that had been shot through by a slugthrower round, causing her to cry out sharply in pain, the scream reverberating in the air as she lay there protected by the rubble she pulled down. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Still alive? Darn, that should have done it. @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] was proving to be tougher an opponent than he had thought. Still, this wasn't done. A simple way of doing this would be to knock her out, de-equip her, and imprision her in the electro-net and blow up the building. But unless she passed out of pain, he would need to drive her there. Trying to aim again, he fired through a crack in the rubble pile. She would be able to dodge the shot to her shoulder, but it would mean doing more damage to the pinned leg. This was the only way to be sure of victory, give no chance of avoiding defeat.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra cried out as the blast hit her shoulder through the crack, she was fading from the pain and it would only be a matter of time before he was able to fire on her and cause fatal damage. She looked up at where the shot had come in and instantly let all control on her emotions drop, and in doing so channeled them in the one direction she knew best. In an instant the closest stone to the Bothan, or what ever had shot her, was sent like bullet at him, If the guns started to fire again she would send stone after stone at the guns, blocking their barrel and causing the weapon to explode or even taking out the weapon entirely due to the speed of the stones. She was absolutely pissed now and every bit of pain, anger, and fear channeled into the force as she sent the stones flying. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask dodged the incoming stones, but got a cut on his forehead and a destroyed weapon in the process. Reaching for a comm, he called the speaker. "Had enough yet? If not, then you can just sit while the rest of that building is incinerated in the upcoming fireball. Otherwise, you may want to move." It was a bluff, but if she didn't know, then he could get her into the final stage, and end this. No matter what, she would not escape with her honor, or dignity, intact. He readied himself on an observatory outlook, watching the remains of the building.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"A fireball i can fight." She started pulling the stones back, creating a makeshift pyramid only just big enough for her to sit in and think, there had to be a way out of this, and that way was to run out in the open and give this guy a big red target for him to fill with slugs, no she needed a way out and fast. Her leg was wounded to and that would not help her progress, hopefully he didnt have anything that could blow stone to bits, because otherwise she had a few minutes atleast to rest. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask sighed and stared at the makeshift structure. If he had his Z-95, he could strafe the remains, finishing her off for sure. But that was to traceable. He had come via smuggler, and payed the man for silence. Although, he may have something or other left up his sleeve. On the same comm he had used, still talking into the speaker. "How's a proton torpedo sound?" If she called his bluff again, she would have her first advantage this fight. Otherwise, he may push her back on the run. "You have about a minute before it gets here. Think quickly." He smiled. Another bluff, but building on the last. Each move was planned. Hopefully she didn't know to see through the lie.
@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"Why are you even doing this?" She yelled out as she projected her mind as far as she could, she tried to lock onto his and get a sense of it being the truth this time, but she wasnt sure in which direction to look. If she did leave though she could be gunned down in seconds and she did not have the ability to run with her injured leg, everything had become a load of steaming poodoo in the last minutes and now she knelt surrounded by stones and doing what she could to protect her wounds from infection and sealing off the pain. It was so much pain though that she was unsure how she could seal it all away instead of just use it to strike at the man, but she didnt know where the man was. It was infuriating... @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

"To prove a point. Again, I'm terribly sorry." Strask was on the move again, he needed to find out what he had left at his house. She wouldn't be moving with her injuries anytime soon. He was worried that her force powers would let her find him. He couldn't counter that. Not yet, at least. But he could keep his distance, biding his time to finish this. And he would, no matter what she did. He would leave this planet the victor.
@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

That angered and hurt her the most, the fact that this man was doing this but was fething sorry, you always had a choice and Alexandra yelled back. "If youre so sorry than you would leave and let me take my life, not sit here and bring me closer to death." Her leg was hurting like no tomorrow as she sat there trying to cope with it, her eyes shut tight as she focused on the pain and sealed it away to that one point. This was not good, her leg was badly injured and this man probably had a dozen real solutions to getting her out in the open, there she would be a sitting duck for him to take her head off from a distance. She couldnt let this happen but she was running out of options fast. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask scoured his old apartment for anything useful. A recording rod, com center, grenade launcher, holoprojector...... Grenade launcher? Left over from the raid. Military grads, used to blow off the door. She had taken down one of them, and his weapon had been left behind. He had hid it with the special equipment. This would be fun.

Aiming the weapon at @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"], he fired. The grenade sailed through the air,striking the side of her pyramid, and sending a shower of shrapnel out, and some in, although that was minimal. He needed to coax her out, take down her shelter, and end this. She would escape, but barely. This needed to be clear.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra sense the danger a moment too late as she pushed out the farside stone only to be struck in the back by the force of the blast and shrapnel that rained down and cut through her robes and openning her flesh in a hundred different places. She was spared any deep wounds but now she lay outside of the pyramid, only two walls still standing, her body prone and eyes looking up at the sky as she tried and tried to seal off the pain that flared all over her body and caused her massive amounts of pain. Her breathing was harsh and slow, her eyes struggling to stay open as she lqay on the edge of consciousnesses. She had to get up, she had to get away, it couldnt end this way, she cant just die here in the ruins of this port. @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]