Killing In The Name Of (Open)

[jediduncan]

Ah, Tatooine. A glorious pile of waste for Aramis to run wild in. It was just the sort of place he loved; not many cops but plenty of people to take advantage of. When he got missions like these he couldn't help but smile and think how much he loved his job!

And so, today, Aramis was in a great mood. Nothing could go wrong! This was just a simple little job, bust in, kill the guards, kill some more guards, kill the Hutt, kill the last guards for fun, kill a few civilians if he felt like it, kill that vendor who'd given him the funny look and leave back to Korriban for some R & R. Simple!

If his dark robes, blood red tattoos and dark aura hadn't already given it away, Aramis twirled one of his scarlet lightsabers around, letting it voosh all over the place. People cleared out of his way pretty fast. Just another one of the perks of being a Sith; no fighting through crowds! Now, where was that Hutt...

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Obviously, being subtle was not one of the Sith's strong points. Now this alone, normally would not bother Lynn except for one very important fact. He seemed to be the embodiment of the Sith stereotype. Dumb. Ruthless. Bloodthirsty. And probably some type of cannibal or child-molester. Lynn hated that about the Sith. There was so much they could accomplish, but these simple-minded fools seemed satisfied with killing as many people as possible. This wasn't fucking Halo.

"Stop. Being. An. Idiot."

 

[jediduncan]

Aramis frowned. He heard someone talk in his direction. He didn't need Force powers to know that, but he decided to use them needlessly anyway. So really, he sensed someone was near him. Regardless of how he figured someone was there, someone was there, and Aramis turned to face him. Instead of disignited the lightsaber as his friend (as when Aramis had sensed him, it was obvious the man was a Sith) had suggested, he ignited the other one and twirled both of them around recklessly.

"Got a death wish or somethin'?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn sighed at the grandiose display of machismo, and held his hands up as if to say "you win, you're better than me". He didn't want to die, and he was fairly sure that the spawn of some backwater incest that stood before him could cause that extremely quickly.

"Look, guy. I get it. You like to kill. Everyone else gets it, too. You're the best, but we can kill more if disengage your sabers and calm down. Okay? I'm with the Sith, as well. I'm here to help you."

A lie would no doubt work much better than the truth. He doubted that the behemoth could even comprehend anything past "kill more", so he cut it short.

 

[jediduncan]

"Like I care that you're a Sith. All that matters is that I'm stronger, and therefore better than you. So don't think you can tell me what to do, got it?"


Aramis flicked his wrist at Lynn and sent a Force Push his way, as if he was swatting away a gnat. But instead of a hand he used the Force. And instead of a gnat it was Lynn. Anyway, Aramis was considering killing Lynn, just for the fun of it, but was also contemplating enslaving him. Either would be fun... then again, he was here to help Aramis, and so using him as a meatshield could save his life.

Aramis pointed one of his sabers at Lynn in somewhat of an accusing manner. He grunted his words in what seemed to be the most polite way the brute could muster.

"Who sent you?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn was blasted back for sure, but was a little overly dramatic. He flopped a little. Slowly standing back up, he stared uneasily back at Aramis. It was a weird combination of awe and fear, and most definitely fake. Maybe he'd fall for it anyway.

"Please! I'm here to help! I was simply sent here to give you the message that the Sith Lords don't think you're stable enough to destroy anything! They think that you can only unleash you're fury everywhere as opposed to a single target! In fact! They're laughing at you."

And as if it would have made anything more important, Lynn soon added "Loudly"

 

[The Balance]

Moving aside, as the sith man made his way through the crowd, Anzello smirked another target. He followed this man for a little the hatred welling up inside him, this man would die today. But then as he followed the hulking sith stereotype, Anzello saw the man meet up with and own another sith. Typical sith dominance Anzello thought as he knew these two would be here for a while, going to a nearby shop, he knew he would have to keep his eye on these two. Looking over his shoulder every once and a while his hand drifted to his belt where his darksticks hung. These sith used the force to fulfill there own wills, Anzello could only use it to crudely push and pull things, but still he knew there was a better way to use it.

 

[Ser Gregor]

((*buh buh buh buda buda buh buh bu buda buda* Sorry, couldn't resist, love that song.))

 

[jediduncan]

Aramis just stood there stupidly. He was trying to look like he was thinking, but in fact he was just pretending to. He probably could've gotten more accomplished and used less thought if he had just thought about the actual issue instead of thinking about pretending to, but then again thinking wasn't one of Aramis' strong points. Then again, neither was pretending to think.

"Laughing? At me? Impossible. Anyone who dares laugh at me knows it'll be the last thing they ever do. The Sith Lords know my power and they're scared. That's why they send me on all these missions. I'll get rid of 'em soon enough, I just got to get around to it and I've been a little busy with these missions recently. Don't matter. Just shut up.

Now if you're gonna help me then start helping. Go find the damn Hutt palace or whatever. And buy me a drink while you're at it."