Unlikely Heist

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Nar Shaddaa

-- The small blue man that looked told him to find the tokens and one such token was here. Jaster didn't know what it was or what it meant, just the name of the object. Something called the 'Force Flow Scrolls', it did not sound familiar but if it helped with securing his past then it meant everything.

-- He only had to think about his goal and the guiding hand began to show him the route before him. Strange travelers looking for a spare hand going in a general direction. Credits that he found and returned in exchange for a place to stay. Strangers speaking freely around him and mentioning the scrolls being in the vault of a wealthy arms dealer within the Black Suns. Jaster tried to ask for the artifacts to just look at them but he was laughed at and thrown to the curb. He was not injured due to some kind of weird wind cushioning the fall.

-- The Cantina Music filled the little hole in the wall. Unfamiliar with the way of getting this kind of situation completed he gathered the information and credits he had and openly asked people to assist him with the job. He had no idea how to do this, but he had a mission and was in need of assistance.

-- Jaster was wearing his normal heavy dark robes, the covering of such shadowed his upper face. The bottom half of his face looked darker toned skin, human. However, within the shadows of his hooded face there was a glowing red ruby-like source where the Left Eye should be. Jaster was a Cyborg, how he got this way he did not know, let along these feelings he was absorbed with. With each person he met, he could tell could feel the area around him. Even if there was a wall in the way, he could feel their to be a presence that was different then everyone elses. Its not as though he was looking for these people, he just always knew where things were, like his senses were trained to be aware of everything around him. It was disconcerting.

-- "What do you mean you want to look with Calmics Vault without permission?" Said one of the Trandosian individuals he was talking to, "That is insane, man is connected to the Black Suns, get away from me."

-- The Cyborg nodded and put away what he was going to offer. If the hand wanted him to offer this information then it would place itself before him. There were not a lot of things he knew, but he put all of his trust in this entity that was guiding him, he could feel its presence everywhere. Patients was his only ally, only companion in his wondering of the galaxy. One way or another he would get his goal and he had nowhere else to go, so it did not matter how long it took to find someone to help him.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kal Sarn"]

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal walked into the cantina, wearing his full suit of armor, his blaster at his side and his rifle on his back. He looked around for a few seconds before walking to an empty table and taking a seat. It had been a while since he'd been on Nar Shaddaa, and it appeared nothing had changed since his last visit. He had never been to this particular cantina, but it was nearby so he thought he'd might as well go in and get a drink, see if he could find some work. He took his rifle and placed it next to him leaning against the wall (he sat down at a table in the corner of the establishment), then called for the bartender.​

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"Juma Juice," he said, placing a few credits on the table. He looked out a window that was near him, watching the people and speeders go by. He quickly turned back when he heard someone asking around for assistance getting into some vault, offering credits to whoever would help. Kal watched as everyone he asked denied him, sometimes laughing, sometimes backing away with a concerned look on their face. Kal was curious what sort of vault this man needed help getting into, and why everyone seemed so repulsed by the idea of breaking into it. Surely there were some here who would go so far as breaking the law to get a job done?​

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"Hey, you," he called out, hoping to get the man's attention. The individual did look quite suspicious indeed, wearing a dark cloak that covered the upper half of his face, and what looked like a red light piercing through that darkness. Kal was intrigued to learn more, not just about the job, but also about the man.​

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jaster Awaud"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Jaster Awaud"] [member="Kal Sarn"]

Even in a place like Nar Shaddaa, Scherezade stood out like a sore thumb among the rest of the inhabitants of the cantina. On a day such as this, some would be mortified to learn that she had once been a spy, an assassin, relying on her ability to infiltrate undetected all the way into enemy camps and sometimes linger there for days. Here? The green of her armor shone in the dim lights and the plethora of weapons on her body, only some of which were in plain sight, spelled out the word danger.

The green glow of her eyes looked up at the three ruffians sitting across her at the table, and a wicked grin spread across her face. Her left hand slammed on the table, revealing the cards she'd been holding. "Blasters over aces, red to rule them all, this, my dear gentlemen, means that I've won yet another round. Now pay up! I wanna go shopping after I'm done emptying your pockets!" The ruffians, however, were far from impressed.

Scherezade gave them another warm smile as their weapons came out. "You cheat!" one of them accused her. The look on her face changed into a melodramatic pout. "You know you have no way of proving that. Besides, look at how well equipped I am. You really think your little blaster is gonna-"

But she had no time to complete her sentence, as the ruffian shot. The blast hit Scherezade square in the chest, sending her flying over other patrons and right over to where [member="Kal Sarn"] and [member="Jaster Awaud"] were, landing a few feet behind them.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Jaster was feeling a little down with the winds around him guiding him little on his journey from before. They got him here and showed him the path to the gentlemen he was looking for. However, it seemed that none were interested in helping him. He walked away from the criminals who in the beginning sounded like pretty kind individuals until he mentioned the means of his journey to the planet.

-- It was the call of [member="Kal Sarn"] that at first caught his attention and as such he attempted to walk over to him with hopes of finding a friend to assist him. He did not run and instead looked as though he was floating through the air and his rob crawling against the ground.

-- While crossing the floor however, he noticed a women get thrown from a heavy weapons fire. It just so happened that Jaster was near by as the women was thrown. He just lifted his hands and asked the Winds to intervene, a whisper of tales wiped by his ears and his one eye closed. The image of small spheres bounced around in an empty void and bounced around. He willed them to stick to one another and manipulated their state of being. Time slowed down and the ground where [member="Scherezade deWinter"] was to fall was cusioned by a bed of thick air that slowed her decent to a crawl. Jaster put a ball of the same mass under his foot and then allowed it to expand quickly. This launched him in her direction as he bent over to assist her.

-- "That was not very nice, using the winds to place the card into your hand while they were distracted." He smiled as his hood slowly came off. Jaster was a Cyborg, the left side of his face, from the bridge of his nose to the back of his skull was replaced by a silver like metal. It continued down his neck and over his throat. However his mouth and right side of his face was still organic with his browned caramelized skin. "I hope you are okay miss."

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal nodded at the bartender as he was given his drink, carefully taking his helmet off and bringing it to his lips. He waited and watched as the man almost seemed to float slowly towards him.​

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Kal quickly jerked his head to the right when he heard the sound of a blaster firing and watched as a woman was thrown in between them by the blast. Kal stood up when he saw the man lift his hands before the woman was caught in the air and gently placed down, a look of awe and confusion. He quickly ran over to them and knelt down next to the woman. He looked up at the man, whose hood had slid down, revealing him to be a cyborg.​

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'Well, that would explain the red glow,' he thought to himself, remembering the piercing light he saw in his darkened face. "I don't think now's the time for talking," he said, looking over, as the ruffians noticed that the woman was still alive. "Hope you guys are ready for a fight," he said with a smile, placing a hand on his blaster and standing up. It had been been a while since his last gunfight (work had been scarce recently) and he had an itchy trigger finger. He took his helmet from the table and put it back on, turning to the ruffians.​

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jaster Awaud"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Jaster Awaud"] [member="Kal Sarn"]

She'd expected the floor to remind her that gravity was a thing. She expected her butt to hurt at an unelegant landing. She expected… Well, to be fair, she'd expected quite a lot of things. Yet none of these came to be as suddenly wind cushioned her from both behind and below, and suddenly, she was standing, blinking in momentary confusion. Her right hand went to her behind, surprised at the lack of any falling-related pain there. The only thing that had been actually bruised in these precious few seconds, had been her ego.

Someone rebuked her for not having been overly nice while playing cards, and now he had Scherezade's attention, her glowing green gaze moving to the face of the cyborg who was slowly revealing it. The tip of her nose moved ever so slightly as she took in his scent through the Force; nothing that would give her any information regarding the parts that had been used to replace his organic ones, as the Force did not meddle with such machinery most of the time, but the other bits of him… If not human, then close to it. She was going to have to ask later.

But yes, the other dude, he was completely right; now was not the time for talking. Her smile mirrored his; a Warrior in every cell of her body, Scherezade was built for the fights. It was part of why she often found herself in situations such as these, even when she didn't need to collect the winning money at all. But whereas the raven haired man pulled his own firearms out, she had no such intentions. She was going to go into the very center of it.

A Nozhi knife slid into her left hand, a Czerka knife into the other, and the next moment, Scherezade was right back where she had been before getting shot. She was a large woman, at 6 feet tall and weighing over 170 pounds, but she moved with the swiftness and elegance of a tiger as she fought, her body moving in ways no human ought to ever be able to. And as she fought, more and more blades slid from her body. Many had been on her in plain sight, but some in more hidden locations, and within moments, there were around the fifteen blades in the air, dancing around her, their pointy bits going after those who were trying to get to her, for now it was much more than the original ruffians. After all, what was a cantina fight if not almost everyone joined in?

If Scherezade had thought even for a moment to conceal the fact that she was a Force User, and she had not, it was out of the window now. Any who would look, would know.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Jaster watched as the women he attempted to take care of shot up like a rocket and went into a fighting mayhem of combat. As she left he could feel the wave of exotic wind caressed his form through his body. They cyborg was a living conduit for the Force, it attracted both dark and light sides of the Force only to exert it from his hands, feet and top of head. Even the parts of his body that were formed from the silver-like metal shifted ever so slightly with their presence in the Force. His form did not purify or corrupt the force, instead it seemed as though his body was nothing more then a puppet to the Force. They entered his body and left unchanged, yet only to be recycled in a large loop that he used as a type of battery where it would enter his body again and leave.

--The man he was attempting to speak with had gone off and attempted to assist with the death of those that were attacking. He did not understand this however, they did not kill anyone yet, and their strength was must more then that of the attacking criminals. There was no..... What was the word he was looking for. It popped into his head as soon as though it was a question. Honor in the Kill. But what did that mean.

-- As the Cyborg thought of these things and contemplated the wave of energy that clung to his body, he arm acted on its own. Appearing was a Personal Combat Shield, and any direct or indirect laser bolt that went near him was intercepted by the energy shield through his use of the Force.

-- However, that did not stop those that got close and attempt to grapple the Force user. Jaster entered a stance as he snapped out of his own thoughts and his body reacted to the threat. Using a verity of Martial Arts Forms he used the force with each blow to make short work of those that were attacking him. The loop of Force Energy around him would be released in small burst with each blow. There was also the use of his talents on his new found allies due to his personal preferences.

-- [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Kal Sarn"] would notice that any shots they thought were kill shots or attempts to kill one of the attackers would result in only a wounding or the person being knocked unconscious. Scherezade would notice that with each near kill blow, a quick burst of Force Energy would shift the air or cause a bolt to be redirected half a centimeter. To an untrained eye it would seem only as unlucky placement of a weapons target, but skilled combatants would notice it was the use of the Force. Jaster was also not hiding the fact he was a force use, thought he also did not know that was a thing he could do or should do.

 

[Kal Sarn]

Kal aimed his blaster at one of the ruffians and shot, knocking him back and onto the ground, dodging to the right as a blast whizzed past him. He smiled as he got back into the swing of things. 'Not exactly how I expected my day to go, but I'm not complaining.' He ducked behind the table and watched as the woman charged into the fray, brandishing a few blades. His eyes widened as he saw around a dozen or so blades start twirling around her in the air, fighting with her.​

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Distracted, Kal didn't notice another blast coming towards him, hitting him in the shoulder. Thanks to his armor, Kal didn't sustain any serious injuries, and really only had a damaged pauldron to worry about. He returned fire, hitting the attacker square in the chest. Kal looked over and saw the cyborg defending himself with what appeared to be just his bare hands, though he knew there was something more going on. He thought about assisting him, but after watching for a few more seconds came to the conclusion that it wasn't needed.​

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"What, is the whole cantina after us now?" Kal yelled, firing a few more shots from his blaster. "What exactly did you do to piss these guys off?" He looked forward to the woman again. He recalled hearing a few yells from the card table, as well as the words the cyborg spoke to the woman as he helped her up. Kal flinched as another blast barely missed his head. The woman had a lot to answer for, including just what the heck was up with all the spinning knives. Was she some sort of Jedi or something? Kal remembered encountering a Jedi before who had similar abilities, which the cyborg also seemed to possess, and couldn't help but wonder how useful such abilities could be in his line of work.​

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jaster Awaud"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Jaster Awaud"] [member="Kal Sarn"]

She growled beneath her breath as she saw bullets that should've hit home miss by just enough to make it look like an accident. Every sense within her was sharp, focused, almost hyperly so. When Scherezade fought, her own blood sang the song of battle, with music that had no actual rhythm, with lyrics that held no actual words.

It was only when she looked up that she saw the cyborg again, noticed once more the man that was fighting beside her.

"You two ready to duck out?" she asked, pausing her fight only to bring a lighter out and ignite it. The flame was small, tiny, certainly not enough to cause any actual damage. "The fire that burns, mother nature’s domain," the words came out of her with efficiency and speed, one of the few spells from her short stint being taught by a former Witch of Dathomir that she still bothered to remember, "It is great power that I require now. Give me the power over the flames, guide them to where I aim. "

Within moments, she no longer needed her little lighter. The tiny flame grew and became arrows that descended upon the patrons of the cantina, smashing into some of their faces, making the entire inside smell like burning flesh. Others, were luckier, as the flames merely chased them outside and then vanished into thin air.

At the end of it, there were still people inside the cantina, though none that were seemingly after harming either of the winning trio.

Scherezade's knives slid back onto her body with the exception of Clarion, which she wiped clean of blood against the sleeve of one of the people who were on the ground. Don't worry, he wasn't dead. But he was probably going to wish he were once he woke up with a splitting headache.

"Thanks," she shot at the other two men and grinned, "Some guys just have a very hard time losing at cards."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Jaster continued to smash the few individuals that were squaring up with him while those that shot at him were intercepted by the personal shield. Other shot hit him in the side and arm, but the bolt holes showed that it only scared his Outer Casing of Cybernetic Armor. Using the force to increase the speed of each of his punches, the devastating blows to their chest and legs made them fall and crumble into ragdolls on the floor. He did not wish to kill them, they were just this rounds of opponents that got in his way this time.

-- He held a man in a head lock as [member="Scherezade deWinter"] began to offer a inferno cremation to many of men that stood between her and the wall she blackened. Another punched the hard plate of his metallic skull and turned over in pain, Jaster was frozen by the spectacular use of the Force before him. Impressive. However, he soon remembered that he was in a fight with the two last men and a Electrical Rod opened on his arm and he tapped it against the man in the head lock. It knocked him out and Jaster lifted his hand using the force to knock the other one out. He kind of forgot he could do that.

-- The Cyborg then looked over to [member="Kal Sarn"] and nodded as the fight ended. "She had used the Winds of Celestial Wisdom to place a winning card in her hand while no one noticed, it was really impressive and would like to learn that trick as well."

-- A little oblivious to the idea that it was cheating to use the force to win, he expected it looked more fun then risky as these individuals were not that skilled.