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Post by AtraVentus on May 18, 2011 13:32:57 GMT -5
The lower levels of Coruscant are home to many things considered questionable to the upper levels. Gangs and crime run amok amongst cantinas and alleyways. Woe betide those who tread where they do not belong.
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Post by AtraVentus on May 18, 2011 13:39:46 GMT -5
Finding a quiet alley away from the main streets Thane landed the ambulance. Cutting the engines Thane keyed the entryways to open and stepped out of the cockpit. Throwing off the ambulance pilot's jacket and cap he adjusted his white overshirt so that it lay more comfortably on his broad shoulders. His black t-shirt was half tucked in his pants, hanging losely over his utility belt on his right side.
Taking a quick glance around he turned to make sure everyone made it. They were in hostile gang territory and he figured since he wasn't alone, able to sneak around, that strength of numbers would be best. Still, he had a bad feeling about this and he usually wasn't wrong. Muttering in Mando'a he tested his limbs' range of movement, not wanting to be caught off guard.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 18, 2011 14:17:56 GMT -5
Teia had sat quietly in the back of the ambulance, watching what everyone did. She was lucky enough to be along on this, and definitely did not need that angry looking Nautalan trying to chase her off of it.
She shot a quick look at the Nautalan, and then turned her gaze back to Thane.
How lucky was she to have found him?
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Post by NiomiSykes on May 18, 2011 16:09:33 GMT -5
The Nautolan gazed distantly at the wave of never ending Coruscant traffic lanes that stretched as far as the horizon would go weaving between and over buildings. Every being had a soul. A purpose. Goals in life. Family and friends. They all had their own spark of life flowing through them. It was ultimately their decision to choose moral or immoral choices, and side light or dark. Did any of them think of the big picture? Before her time at the Coruscant academy, rarely if ever did she think of the larger picture. She had after all been a slave and thought her opinion other than how to fix her Master's ship once in a while mattered. And yet, she could somehow feel, if that was the right word, that something much bigger was at stake here.
She looked over her shoulder, since she felt as if she was being looked at. Sure enough, she caught the gaze of Teia, the young human girl. She was given a dirty look, which she smiled at. The girl was only 8. She hadn't thus reached maturity then and wouldn't know that Daedel had only requested that she left behind for her well being.
As the Ambulance landed, she patted Aiden's shoulder, trying to be comforting, before she stood up and exited the ambulance. She checked her blaster pistol and sheathed vibrosword she had slipped onto her belt.
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Post by Kaylen Sol on May 20, 2011 21:10:43 GMT -5
Aiden moved with the group as if he was swept up in a wave, both physically and mentally.
The deeper they traveled the darker it felt.
His daze was snapped when a loud clank was heard around him.
From the shadows, a Weequay male appears. A lit clove illuminates his face as he takes a drag. He chuckles as he leans against a building.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in... dis outta be fun."
He directs a whistle to the female.
"Hey school girl. Me thinks your field trip took a wrong turn. Why don't you let Daddy Vilo help you out. Might wanna hold my hand..."
The dirtbag let out a grin and didn't take his eyes off Daedel.
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Post by AtraVentus on May 26, 2011 15:27:48 GMT -5
Thane stepped defensively in front of Teia as the Weequay made his presence known. He silently cursed himself for not sensing the man. Half tempted to spit with disgust at the way he was looking at Daedel he studied their surroundings. If he touched the Force the blasted Jedi would either cry Sith or seek to convert him, the norm for such religious fanatics.
With a grimace Thane's non-chalant voice rang out in the alley. "You're free to make your own choices, but I feel I must warn you your current course leads to a long walk off a short platform." Thane's posturereflected the mannerism of his tone, seeming indifferent to the matter. "I'd rather not linger." He directed his comment to his companions, emphasing his point.
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Post by NiomiSykes on May 26, 2011 19:43:26 GMT -5
Daedel felt the disgusting intentions of the Weequay's phermone arousal waft through the air. It was amazing that so many other species of beings could not sense something as obvious as phermones that drifted off others. Then again, it was more like an emotional sensation, rather than reading body language and words that most beings used.
She gazed at the Weequay and directed her attention at Thane who had stepped infront of Teia protectively. She pondered if the man was her father or if he simply felt the need to protect someone so young who appeared to need protection, especially in parts like these. Then again, she herself had grown up rather quickly, having been sold into slavery at a young age. She learned the tricks of the trade of smuggling, repairing things and social cues of a variety of species. She generally acted more mature than many beings her age as a result of being surrounded by adults her entire life.
For now, she chose to ignore the Weequay and hope he would heed her look of warning that she shot him earlier. She had gone up against stronger more capable creatures than this type of creep.
"I agree," she murmered to Thane. "You said you know your way around these parts?" She pointed at the datapad he now held.
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Post by Kaylen Sol on May 27, 2011 8:02:03 GMT -5
The Weequay, Vilo, cracked a smile revealing his all but decayed teeth.
"Oh yeah. Dis be a perfect night to have sum fun..."
He whistled again. This time, stepping out of the shadows were a dozen more lower-city scum. About 8 men and 4 women, all holding various weapons in their hands.
Vilo nodded to his team of thugs.
"I say we teach deez preppy school kidz a ting or two. Fer' comin down deez parts wit'out a chaparone ."
The thugs move to circle the group of topsiders.
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Post by AtraVentus on May 27, 2011 8:42:33 GMT -5
"No chaparone?" Thane almost looked hurt by the statement, "Have you not heard of the Argos?" Name dropping the swoop gang that had taken him in as a teenager.
"I'd say they have a pretty good chaparone."
Thane surveyed the thugs around them. He hadn't fought a gang in a while, would mostly be a brawl. They were expecting their numbers to demoralize their party and make them easy pickings. He found that in times like these the unexpected was usually the best. Nonchalantly approaching the Jedi, Astronicus, he closed his fist and brought it across the man's jaw hard. He hoped this seemingly random assault on a friend would distract and confuse the thugs whilst the punch distracted the Jedi just long enough to do what he wanted. As he finished the follow through of the punch he released his grip on the Living Force inside him, letting it flow. Reaching out in the Force he opened the cockpit of the ambulance, using the Force again to push Teia inside the cockpit before closing it.
Teia was a sweet kid, despite his shortcomings with people as a whole he didn't want the street kid hurt. Spinning about he charged the nearest thug, tackling them to the ground as their blade caught his cheek, spilling red blood down his face.
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Post by Kaylen Sol on May 27, 2011 12:07:03 GMT -5
Those who knew Aiden would never classify him as a pacifist. However, being an ordinary college student, raised by ordinary parents in an ordinary town, left him inexperienced in situations such as these.
As usual, watching the scene unfold as if here were a mere bystander, one of the low-lifes, a female weequay by the name of Tunde, spotted the nervous young man and chose him as her target.
"Ooh, looky, looky. We defgon' have sum fun wit dis one," she said as she approached Aiden.
OH CRAP, what do I do? Where's that blaster? It's GONE! What am I going to do? I can't get beat up...by a girl?
Tunde smacked her palm with a pipe she planned on doing some damage with.
"Come here school boy. Show me wut dey teech u up dere in dat fancy academy now..."
Aiden held firm, possibly mostly out of fear of embarrassment more so than bravery. Tunde swung at Aiden's head with the pipe. Just then, something changed within him. His anxiety subsided and a dark intensity took over for instinct. He leaned back and felt the pipe swoop by.
Tunde, partially surprised, also relied on her own instict - a killer one at that. She thrusted her knee into Aiden's midsection, a blow he could not avoid. It sent him doubled over onto the ground. Tunde immediately followed by sending her pipe crashing down towards the back of Aiden's head.
Somehow, he felt it coming. Again, his reflexes took over. He dove to the side and sent his legs sweeping at Tunde's legs, making contact and sending her onto her back.
That's when everything changed. Aiden leaped up on to his legs, only to pounce on the fallen thug. He grabbed her pipe from her hand and began striking her with it, sending blow after unrelenting blow towards her skull with no known end in sight.
"Are we having FUN YET!"
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Post by NiomiSykes on May 28, 2011 14:57:13 GMT -5
Daedel's eyes darted around as she surveyed the area as more beings materialized from seemingly thin air that had obviously been alley ways and darkened streets connecting to their "landing pad".
She withdrew her vibroblade and gripped the hilt tightly. She looked over at Thane who looked like he could handle himself. He had already moved Teia to the cockpit of the ambulance without even physically touching her. He must be force sensitive. She would have to talk to him about that later. It interested her a great deal.
She looked over at Aiden near her. "Leave him alone!" She shouted. She watched Aiden dodge her first incoming attack, and then get sucker punched in the gut and double over. When the woman came to attack him again, he was the one that dominated her which surprised Daedel. She looked over at the surrounding men and stepped forward threateningly hoping they would back away before hse moved over to Aiden.
"Aiden stop!" She hoped he would hear her, in the daze he seemed to be in as he delivered blow after fatal blow on the woman. "She's going to die!"
As much as she would like to believe that she wouldn't mind the woman dying, she would. She had a conscience about her, even though she had grown up in a variety of harsh environments. She believed it was necessary to only inflict as much punishment on someone as to subdue them or get them to back off. However, in the heat of the moment, that wasn't always easy.
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Post by AtraVentus on May 30, 2011 7:51:41 GMT -5
Trading blows with the thug he had tackled to the ground, Thane struggled to maintain his position. Having been thrown to the side he flung his torso back into position, using the momentum to plant an ear ringing blow to the Thug's face. Spitting out some blood he wearily rose to his feet just in time to be smacked across the back of the head by another thug's pipe. The ringing in his ears was nearly drowned out by the grinding of his teeth as anger coursed through him. It was in that moment he noticed something strange.
The fire burning softly on the container now before him had begun to move rather erraticly, returning to normal as he took notice. Again he was struck from behind, the rage finding him and again he noticed the strange fire. Reaching out with the force he attempted to Grip the flames. Nothing. Growing impatient he turned and deflected the thug's pipe with his left forearm, wincing as he hoped nothing broke. As he struggled his mind worked, peacing together the individual observations he had made.
Finally, his body aching and anger filling him, Thane decided to put it to the test. Spinning about towards the flame he extended his right palm towards it. At the same time he opened his connection to the Living Force and let his emotions flow to the living flame. As he did so the flame seemed to lean towards him. With a grin of satisfaction Thane almost cried out in victory until the flame reverted once more. With a grimace his body was suddenly renewed with pain as he was struck in the ribs. Giving in to the rage he spun around, throwing his palm towards his attacker. The result was a stream of flame from the fire following the arc of his hand and blasting full tilt into the thug. Panting with a grin he turned to see how the others were faring.
Seeing Daedel pretty much in control his gaze followed hers to Aiden. "Enough! Calm yourself!" Thane shouted to Aidn, making a mental note of the student's apparent anger issues.
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Post by Kaylen Sol on May 30, 2011 13:00:05 GMT -5
The echo of Daedel's command rung through Aiden's head as he continued his assault. He could feel his former attacker, now his victim's life force slowly draining. Joining Daede'ls voice was a sinister laugh accompanied by a voice he did not recognize.
"Destroy her!" It demanded.
The flash of flames being manipulated about snapped Aiden out of his daze and silenced the voices in his head. Still holding the pipe high ready for another blow, he looked down at the bloody women then back at the even bloodier pipe.
He dropped it immediately and began to lift himself off the clearly defeated opponent when a tremendous force came smashing into his face.
Another thug came to the aid of his fellow scummate. This tall and lanky rodian picked Aiden up over his head and flung him several feet to the ground just near the ambulance.
The darkness that had just given Aiden the strength and instinct to defend himself was gone. Fear now enveloped and paralyzed him.
The Rodian picked up the pipe and headed towards Aiden, ready to inflict a similar damage.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 31, 2011 6:33:46 GMT -5
At first sign of danger, Teia had exhibited her years of street smarts and disappeared to hide behind the nearest container. She had watched from behind it, wishing she could help, but not really knowing what good she would do.
She hated violence, but it had been a part of her life since she was young. Sure, she was a small 8 year old girl, but she'd learned one or two dirty street fighting techniques from the other kids. But good against kids was one things, good against adults, was something else.
However when she saw an angry Rodian throw Aiden down and then proceed to lurch towards him holding a pipe, Teia reacted.
She sprang from behind her container and latched herself to the back of the Rodian. One thing she knew about fighting bigger opponents was that everyone, no matter what size, needed air to breathe. And she'd learnt a very clever strangle hold that once locked in its figure four position, would knock even the biggest opponents out in four to five seconds.
Her right arm snaked around the Rodian's throat and caught onto her left bicep. Her left hand grabbed the back of the Rodian's head and pushed it forward towards the V her right elbow made, cutting off his air supply. Her feet wrapped around its waist, securing her in place on his body, and she straightened all along her spine, using her entire body's leverage to strangle the Rodian...
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Post by zenzao on Jun 1, 2011 0:21:40 GMT -5
“Call!” Trey looked up from his work, plasma cutter still sputtering in his hand. His work partner for the day set down the iron bar Trey had just cut free and stretched his back. “Come on nosee, Time to pick up tonight’s drinks”. Trey nodded and switched off his cutter. He dropped softly to the floor and followed Kade towards the transport. Stepping aboard with around 20 other working class men, Trey rubbed the back of his neck then smelt his palm. Black with soot again, and he had only just washed. Trey sighed as the final two men crammed themselves on board and the doors swung closed behind them. As he shuttles motor whined in protest and the yard with its 15 or so half dismantled ships drifted away, Trey gazed out the window, taking in the industrial topography. The piles of plasteel, wire, twisted plastic and heaps of crushed glass glittering like spots of sunshine. This was his home.
The Shuttle docked with a sonorous clank, the pistons hissed and the doors fell open, bouncing a few times on their hinges. The mob of men shuffled out, spread out, and then moved as one towards the small window where they received their pay. “Hello, I am 23804 Beta Omega, Protocol Droid programed to issue Pay chips to Workers of Sam’s Salvage. Your name please.” “Trey Carter”. “One moment”. The Droids eyes flickered and there was a grinding sound deep within its chest. A few moments later a flat rectangle about four inches long and two wide slid from the droids chest. Trey took the chip and was walking away as the droid said “Please remove your chip and have a lovely day”.
The trip home was a long one and passed by the lower food markets. Trey wandered through the stalls, scanning the various things for sale. He would pass off the missing creds on waisting plasma cells at the work shop. He hadn’t used that one in a while. No doubt Alicia would clip him for it, but he would get his treat. He stopped in front of a Calamariv selling sugared Batalla nuts, large as his thumb and sweet enough to make your teeth ache. He selected the smallest sized bag and walked away already popping the second one into his mouth.
As he passed a side ally, popping a sugar coated finger into his mouth, a shadow slipped out behind him. He paused, dipping his finger back into the bag to coat it with sugar again. “Say kid, what have you got there?” Trey turned and took a step back. The human around his own age, with a loud, brutish voice and a face to match. His hands where already balled into fists, and his eyes said that Trey was already marked for a beating. Behind him where two other boys, both smaller but no less ugly. Their faces where shiny and one had an eye swollen with infection.
Trey stuck the sugared finger back into his mouth, rolled the flavour over his tongue, and swallowed before replying. “A bag of Batalla nuts, gone now, but the Calamariv merchant had quite a few still”. The leader of the boys took a step forward. “Well why don’t you go back and get us some?” Trey knew the type of asshole. First they ask you for a dollar, and when you give it to you they ask for ten. And if you give that to them they ask for your wallet, then slap you around just for the hell of it. There was no reasoning with them. So Trey wouldn’t reason. He pulled his head back and then slammed it forward, right onto the bridge of the leader’s nose. Blood spurted and the boy let out a shriek. The one with the swollen eye pulled a knife and slashed at Trey, but by that time Trey had moved to the side, pulling his own blade. They faced one another, knifes out, while the lead boy clutched his face, whimpering in pain. The boy with the knife fained to the right, then slashed up, meaning to catch Treys out stretched arm. Trey pulled back then moved in and slid his blade between the boy’s ribs. The shock on his face as he died told Trey that this boy would never have killed.
Trey threw the boy aside and turned to the other attacker. Everything slowed down. The edges blurred, but the last boy stood out clearly. As did the laser pistol he held. Trey pushed out with one hand, as if that would help. A sudden surge of energy flowed through him, like a white wave of light, totally blinding him. Trey slashed the air in front of him, ducking as he did so. When he could see again the last boy was crumpled to the ground, still breathing, but unconscious. Trey lowered his blade, and rubbed his sockets. What had happened?
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