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[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius picked up the same movements in his display as well, even without the detection from his visor or eye he could feel the Force nip at the back of his mind. He turned towards the commotion and relinquished his coat of the lightsaber once again, igniting the red blade. Confidence wasn't something Zius worried about, feelings in general didn't play a major role in his line of work and neither did aiding a fight that wasn't necessarily his. But no matter, the killing kept him entertained and could even lead him one step closer to finding any Sith. Zius himself knew that they wouldn't resist the blood being spilled unto the sands.

"Out of everyone, it would appear the gunslinger types never truly learn; however, they won't be getting a second chance. No one will save them, and I want to see the tears in their eyes. Children of thieves, decadence of life, it's all the same. Filth isn't worth much."

Zius kept his posture standing straight up, the trench coat draped over his broad shoulders made him appear more menacing. He waited, baiting the fight to him and his new-found allies.

@[member="Calico RC-247"] @RC-252 "Galaar" @[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani woman stared straight at the force user. So much like Keter. Even his eyes were cybernetic like his. But the difference was that she could work with Keter. He could be reasoned with. This one... She had a bad feeling, and with Lady Luck, her feelings were usually right. She did not answer his question when he asked who she was. She just looked him up and down with her pale silvery eyes. Forceies- Couldn't trust them as far as she could force push them. In other words, not at all. Even Keter she was wary of.
She only managed a tiny smirk at her new friends mention of "naughty library". As if she'd ever been to a library in her life.

Though, may wanna look into it, if there's a 'naughty' section.

Then she watched the other mandalorian fall, with a quick of her eyebrow.

"To my ship. It's parked a few blocks north of here. I got medpak on board... somewhere."

She turned on her heel and started in that direction.

"'Ey! Whachoo think you doin'? This one aint in no condition ta fight! Let's get out of here before more show up! Come on, ya crazy Jeedai!"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius sneered at the Echani, turning to look at her as she was going off towards her ship. He wasn't exactly the type to want to run off from a fight, not unless it proved futile and he wasn't up to the task. He twirled his lightsaber as his visor came together to form a full helmet once again. The singular red cybernetic eye piercing through as he slowly began to fall back, keeping their backs safe from whatever blaster fire came their way.

"What does it matter to you? They're common criminals, nothing more than children who weren't beaten enough!"

The Dark Jedi used his TK to lift a nearby chunk of rock from the ground, sending it hurling towards the pursuers. He wasn't about to show them any mercy, no cowardice or even sympathy. That would be the last thing they'd deserve in Zius' mind; although, this was a means of transportation for him to get elsewhere. Hell, he may even try to get her to take him where he'd want, forcefully.

@[member="Zandra Fenni"] @Calico RC-247 @RC-252 "Galaar"

 

[Revenchent]

A ship too?!

Calico hoisted the fat sack of armored plating and other things his writer dared not to mention up on his shoulder to retain balance. Two sharp cracks emanated through the streets as his sidearm discharged. Two blue bolts flew out wide in the same direction as the rock projectile. They crashed into debris, their purpose of suppression fulfilled.

"Yours might be big, but mine are fast and...wait...osik." The Sergeant shook his head as his joke backfired. He tried to turn on his heel; which resulted in him stumbling up against a fallen crate to keep from dropping his passenger. "What in Corellia's nine hells-" He grunted as he took on after Zandra. "- Did I do to deserve this?!"

The Jedi-not-Jedi would either follow hot on his heels or go his own way. Fox Squad--or its remaining members rather--owed him a debt. Along with Calico's unlikely rescuer. He had no idea how to thank these two; maybe he didn't need to. Either way, he had made it halfway up the street in his mental discussion with himself. "Can we stop and grab some caf?" He called out to his lady friend. "Maybe the naughty library. I have a few special books right from TacOps they might like!"

Calico grinned big and wide over his helmet. Hopefully, Galaar would stay sleeping; hopefully he wouldn't awaken and go off on a drivel of obscenities and comments about mothers that neither of them had. "By the way, my oh-so-valiant rescuer. This is Galaar." He shook the unconscious clone as he followed behind Zandra; just about keeping pace with her.

The Sergeant cast his gaze over his shoulder to check for the force user. He still didn't have a name. "Coming son?!"

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Too much talking and not enough running for Zandras liking. She did not share the sense of 'Echani warriors pride' the rest of her race valued. She knew better than to try to fight when the odds were stacked against her. She was, if anything, a smart gambler. And trying to fight off a whole gang with a sleeping sack of mando-meat to haul away at the same time? Not a gamble she was willing to make.

"Leave 'em!" she hissed as softly as she could to her new companion, soft enough that the force user wouldn't hear her, "The fewer Jeedai we take with us, the better. I want none o' their hokey religious mumbo jumbo on my ship."

 

[Revenchent]

Calico considered that for a long moment. She made sense. Jedi tended to just cause problems. They enslaved his people in the past...why save one--especially an unpredictable one? "Know what; let's just huff it." He had no reason to leave the man, nor did he have a reason to take him with them. He decided in some mental bid of morality that if the man kept up, so be it. If not, oh well.

He flicked the safety on his sidearm and shoved it into its leather holster. Using both hands, he kept a strong grip on Galaar and broke into a dead sprint. The Jedi-not-Jedi could deal with their aggressors if they came too close. It was far more likely they would turn out safer in the end if he wasn't among their number anyway. He followed right behind Zandra; shoving bystanders out of his way and generally causing a loud racket as he plowed through.

"Right on you, my lord." He half-teased-half-stated. They couldn't be far now.

@[member="Zandra Fenni"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius kept up to them fairly easily, he could even out-run them if he desired. There were -many- things Zius could do that could outmatch them, but he decided against it because what was the point? To destroy antiques? What honour was there in such a thing? One of the gangsters caught up with them, letting out a fierce battle-cry to assert dominance as a warrior; however, this proved futile and fatal all at once. Said fierce fighter was only to be met with a lightsaber being thrust into his mouth and out the back of his head, a smouldering hole is all there was with some burnt hair creating smoke in the mean time. He kept his pace steady and made sure not to be left behind.

@[member="Calico RC-247"] @Zandra Fenni

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar was coming to again. His head hurt even more than before and it felt like he was continuously being shaken. It was only as he opened his eyes to realize the position he really was in, it wasn't a first either, he was dangling in a man-hold over his Sergeant's shoulder. He could feel the pauldron digging into his belly plate.

He wanted to be sick. His stomach gripped and pulled and rather audibly he became to heave but there was nothing to come up. This is worse than being shot... Much worse, slag it all! Slag it all! Galaar gave a low grunt and stirred more barely able to pivot his hips and the way he was being carried hurt too.

"Ya know Sarge, I don't have to be carried around like some miniaturized Kath hound. I've been a big-cadet for awhile now." His voice was still slurred but still loud and clear enough for his brother to hear and understand. Then he heard the blaster fire and his heart instantly lurched and rushed. He was on his Sarge's shoulder, in a battle-zone, sick to his stomach, and unable to reach for a gun.

Fainting the way he did was one way to pass out. This was one way to wake up.

@[member="Calico RC-247"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Revenchent]

It was about time that Galaar learned to use his legs. The Sergeant wasted no time in dumping the other Commando on the ground, and continuing to sprint. "Alright, big-cadet. Start hauling." He ordered, continuing after Zandra. Galaar would catch up quickly; so there was no harm in putting the other soldier in a precarious position for his Sergeant's pure amusement.

He spoke no more, happily taking note that their attackers seemed to be giving up the chase. Seeing a man's cranium make nice with a lightsaber could do that to people. He also noted that the crowd seemed to part for them; and the force user was keeping perfect pace.

Ditching this guy might be more difficult than we thought...

@RC-252 "Galaar"@[member="Zius Aurus"]@[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius grinned widely behind his visor, staring down the poor and dirty people of this rubbish planet. Striking fear into them with his singular cybernetic eye, wanting to make a lasting image in their minds of the man who could single handedly crush them and slice them to pieces. He was the dominant fighter in this situation and he would make certain that his skills didn't go to waste. Being trained by the Sith had its benefits.

"By the way, it's not Jedi. You can call me Zius, and I'm what you can call a hunter... of sorts."

He twirled his lightsaber a final time before smoothly dropping it back into his black trench coat, his shadow and a trademark for his appearance where ever he is to be seen. That creepy smile of his stuck to his face, he had tasted much blood today regardless if it was tainted by the filth of the atmosphere and the foul air. Grubby people, poverty stricken and possibly even ill and without food. Zius did not care, the kills were his and the detrimental nature of his actions weren't needed to be justified. He was his own man.

@[member="Calico RC-247"] @RC-252 "Galaar" @[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

((Sorry for keeping you all waiting! Got really sick. :/ ))


"Just up here!" she called, refusing to look back. If they could keep up, great, but she was not about to die for anyone today. Charity was one thing, but suicide? She may not be her sister, but she was no idiot.
Rounding a corner, she could already see where her ship was docked. Zax The Beautiful sat on a great landing platform, covered in rust. Oh yes. Zax didn't look like much, but he was Zandras baby, her constant companion. She even painted her family crest on it- then painted over it with a giant black smudge when they disowned her.
Ah, memories.


@[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"]