One and Zero Makes Ten. Unless your Savvy, Then it's Two.

[Stryker]

Death Disabled Thread.

Mygeeto.

Ahser sat in the restaurant. It was fairly nice, not luxurious, but not a greasy spoon either. He glanced at the chronometer on the wall, and sighed fiddling with his glass of water, turning it in his hands as he reflected on his life. Overall it was good. Nothing that stood out. But nothing of merit either. He was a programmer working for the banks. Over all the job wasn't too bad. But with everything, there were aspects of it that he didn't enjoy.

Ooba.......Ooba was his cube mate. He spent more the 40 hours a week with the rotund Twi'vek. She wasn't evil, or malicious. In may ways she was pleasant. Always said hello to her cube mate. Kept her space clean and organized. But she had a habit. For whatever reason, when she was finished with her drink, she would suck at the straw trying to suck up any and all stray remnants of the liquid. And it wasn't a quick process. She would spend over a quarter of an hour doing this. Slurping and sucking. The noise boring into Asher's head as he tried to concentrate on his job. But it wouldn't stop there. Oh no. No no no....Next came the crunching. She loved to chew on the ice. Crunch....crunch.....crunch.....like water ploking on a stone, it drilled into Asher's mind to the point where he would hear phantom crunching at home alone. It was driving him insane. There was an escape. He was allowed to listen to music.

And so he brought in a listening device with a nice pair of headphones. He was quite pleased that he could be spared the slurping and crunching and was bebooping with the tune blisfully unaware of his surroundings when he felt a tap at his shoulder. Looking up he was greeted with the scowl of his supervisor. Mr. Mortin. A tall, skeletal thin man with a few wisps of grey hair he used in a very unsuccessful attempt to comb over his bald head. His lips were persed, then he pried the headphones off of Asher's head and set them on the desk.

"As you are aware, Mr. Mason, but you may not use headphones here."
Asher looked up at him. "And why is that?"
Mr. Mortin's lips turned up into a cruel smile. "Because, you have to be able to hear the PA system in-case of an emergency. It is, company policy...." and with a turn of a heel, he strode off.

Asher had heard rumors of the cruelty of the Sith, but had never actually met one. Though he suspected that Mr. Mortin was one.

"Crunch.........crunch.....crunch....."

Asher balled his fists and took a few deep breaths. "Okay I got this..." He grabbed the headphones and placed them near him, turning up the volume just enough so he could hear the music, and drown out Ooba's incessant chewing. It was all going well. He was getting back into his job, happy and content, when he felt a tap at his shoulder. Looking up he saw Mr. Mortin...

"Mr. Mason, I have received complaints in the past about music disrupting other peoples work. You need to turn that off, immediately."

Music disrupting other people's work, what about the various distracting noises issuing from Ooba? But Asher knew better then to say anything.

Asher was convinced at this point that Mr. Mortin was Sith.

Though he did have something to look forward to. He had met Slazza. A.....well he wouldn't call her beautiful, Trandoshan female that worked in the mail room. His love life had been less then steller. In fact, he categorized it as a black hole and his mother was convinced that she would never have grandchildren and left her son as a loss cause. But he met Slazza, and they hit it off and so he asked her out on a date.

He continued to turn the glass in his hand. She was suppose to be here thirty minutes ago.....He felt despair. She was probably going to be a no show, like all the other dates he had. Something more important probably came up. It always did. He was imagining one of the many excuses she would probably use when his communication device went off. He lifted his arm and looked at it. It was Slazza. He answered it.

"Hi."
"Assssssher." her voice was raspy, "I'm sssssorry, I won't be making it tonight....."
Figures
"....but my sssssister's cat ran away and I have to find it."
Ya, that's probably what your going to eat for dinner..... "Ya, okay sorry to hear that...."
"Look, I like you, maybe we could jusssssst be friendsssssss."
Asher banged his head on the table covering the back with his hands. "Mrrrmphh...." and he hung up.

He hated his life. There was so much more out there, but he had become bitter. That life is for greater people....I'll be stuck here forever as a programmer....

"Hey, you...." the voice was low.
Asher looked up and saw a reedy man standing there. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table.
"Girl problems?" he asked.
"That's uh, none of your business?"
"Ya, your right. Hey you, uh, you Asher Mason?"
"Uh...ya, how do you know...."
"Shh, shh...." the man covered his mouth. "Hey, I got a business proposition for you....."

@Ra'a'mah @Caramon

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Within the same establishment, Ra and her captain were just finishing off a business transaction and he motioned for her to go on and prepare the ship for take off. She left, knowing her boss would be following within a few minutes.

After leaving, she headed in the direction they had come from and a feeling rose within her. That client had been a bit shifty and seemed nervous. He had kept glancing around as if looking for something or somebody.

Instead of going directly to their ship, Ra stopped about three blocks from the diner and waited for her captain. The hood of her cloak pulled up to hide her head, she stood in the shadows of an ally entrance and waited for him to join her.

She could not see the diner from where she stood, only the street on which it was on. Her captain followed alone and as he walked past the ally in front of her, a man reached out and pulled him into the ally. If she knew her captain, he wasn't going to go without a fight and started running to help him. When she arrived though, even if it was heartbeats after it started, she was too late to prevent the assault.

The first man was brandishing a knife and stood over her captain. He was stabbed now and clutching at his side. His eyes looked past his attacker and grew wide. "Run", he mouthed this to her and run she did back into the restaurant they had just left.

"Help, I need help. My friend is getting attacked about two blocks away. Call the authorities, please."

@Stryker @Caramon

 

[Roro223]

Roro was walking down the street taking in the night air. The last mission had left him very exhausted mentally, and he was happy to have a little R&R after 2 months. He turned the corner of the street. Hearing some commotion and yelling he quickened his pace to see what the issue was. He could already smell the blood.
He saw several figures standing over another man with a knife in hand. Roro immediately went for his energy whip. A purple blur arced through the air with a sizzle as it wrapped around the figures arm golfing the knife. The figure was caught off guard as he was pulled and thrown to the floor.
"I don't reckon this is much of a fair fight, how bout we even things up a bit?"
Roro released the figures arm, bringing the whip back to his feet. He glared at them while he flicked his wrist, as the purple strand of energy jumped back and forth like a serpent, sizzling and cracking with each movement of the wrist, very much alive, awaiting his master's command....

 

[Caramon]

A large muscular tanned skin man sat at a dimly lit table in the back of the bar. Across from him sat an average pale human male. There were a few empty glasses atop the table. The local watering hole had a few patrons here and there. Nothing too exciting happening and that is how he liked it. The double doors leading into the bar swung open with a thud as an olive skinned woman burst in screaming.

“Help, I need help. My friend is getting attacked about two blocks away. Call the authorities, please.”

The woman ran out of the bar as fast as she had appeared. Mockadane rolled his eyes. ‘I knew it was too good to be true’ the large man thought to himself. The Bounty hunter nodded to his HRD droid Eldorack. The two had sort of a bond. Not many words were spoken between them but they understood each other well. Eldorack nodded back and stood. The droid walked out of the bar and followed the woman, staying back about half a block.

As Eldorack reached the scene he could see there was a crowd gathering around.

“Nothing here for us to worry about.”

Mockadane’s earpiece had flickered to life with the voice of his ally as he heard the status update on the events transpiring.

“Good. Leave them and return.”

Mockadane spoke in hush tones as he raised his hand for another drink.
@Stryker @Ra'a'mah

 

[Stryker]

Asher was very unerved to say the least. How this man knew his name had given him goose bumps. As far as Asher considered himself a nobody. He didn't want to respond, and besides this man was suffering from a sever case of halitosis. He wrinkled his nose looking for an escape.

Then a woman bust in, frantically calling out, "Help, I need help. My friend is getting attacked about two blocks away. Call the authorities, please." Asher was stunned. He didn't know what to do. Looking at the intrusive man, he gave a shrug and pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to the woman pulling out his communication device. He stopped next to her, pink faced and glasses akimbo. He straightened them.

"Uh, okay." He dialed in the authorities. "What's going on?" He asked, mostly because he knew the dispatch would ask these questions.

Back at the table, the mysterious man's face became quite sour indeed.

@Ra'a'mah @Caramon @Roro223

 

[Ra'a'mah]

One of the patrons approached her as she made her request.

"My friend Captain Treyvion was attacked about two blocks from and just around the corner."

Ra didn't wait to answer any more of the questions he might have, hoping he would follow, she returned to her captain.

When she got back to the scene of the crime, the sight before her eyes shocked her. More men had showed up and one of them looked almost wolflike. He was facing off the other three and the man that had attacked her boss was laying on the ground of the ally.

She barged past all of them to the side of her captain. The life was fading from his eyes as the first attacker had stabbed him more than once in her absence. He still had enough of his mind to know the white haired woman.

"I don't want your pity, Ra. Your life will go on and you can remember me as you continue with our work. Pick yourself a crewmate and copilot. The ship is now yours, I'm not long for this life. My friend."

His voice and breath grew weak. The light faded from his blue eyes and the hand that had been clutching hers let go. With very little thought to her own safety, Ra drew one of her knives and would lunge at the guy that killed her boss, her captain...the only person in her miserable life that ever gave a damn about a wild child from the streets. The past year with him had been the best of her life and his death needed to be avenged.

@Caramon @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Roro223]

Roro waited for one of the three to make a move. It was a standoff so far. People were gathering on either side of the alleyway watching, making sure to stay well out of line of blaster fire.
The purple light kept flicking back and forth before his feet, taunting them to make the first move.
"Guys wanna call it draw? You guys go home. This girl here and I try to get her friend some medical attention, and we call it an evening? Sound good?"
Two guys stopped forward, looking at each other and snickering. A blur of purple light flashes as they drew their blasters, but the bolts were deflected back hitting the wall behind them. Theirs eyes widened as they realized what they were up against. Roro retracted his whip and rushed forward, lightsaber trailing behind him in his dominant hand. He sliced a blaster in half, and forced pushed the thug against the wall. As another blaster bolt flew past the place where his head had been a second before, he rolled forward cutting the front of both his shooter's legs as he fell over in pain.
The third man just stood frozen unable to react as Roro brought the blade of his lightsaber to his neck and held it there as he growled at him.
"Miss? Seeing as he's your friend and all, I reckon I'll let you deal with them as you like. So what'll it be?
He looked over at her waiting for a response.
@Caramon @Stryker @Ra'a'mah

 

[Caramon]

The small astromech droid carred a tray full of drinks around. Mockadane waited until the droid made its way over to him. He grabbed a glass of the aqua colored liquid and placed a credit chip on the tray. With a wave of his large hand the droid rolled away. The doors opened once more and a pale slender man walked through. As Eldorack made his way through the bar back to his table, he scanned the room looking for anything suspicious. As he reached the table he pulled his chair out once more and sat down next to the muscular man.

"How many are there outside."

"Seven originally. One died. The girl didnt seem to happy. Three attackers, another hero" Mockadane rolled his eyes at this. "And one bystandard, the one that was previously sitting there but got up to call the authorities."

"Did you scan them?"

"Yes."

"Any of them wanted."

"No."

Mockadane shrugged his shoulders.

"Well then I guess it will be an easy night after all."
@Ra'a'mah @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Stryker]

Asher was not prepared for what he was about to see. He had followed the mysterious woman out into the cold dark street. He folded his arms across his chest and kept his head down. As they rounded a corner, the scene that unfolded had him dumbstruck. There, was this ginormous bipedial wolf creature. And though he looked fluffy, he had an expression that told Asher, he wasn't to be pet. And more unnerving was the purple electrical arcs emanating from his hands. Asher dully wondered what kind of taser would produce such an effect.

And then there was the dying guy. Now Asher had never experienced death before. Well except for the death of his pet parakeet, and of course the many times his MOBA character died, but this -this- was the real thing. And he wasn't prepared for it. He stood petrified, with no real words of comfort to offer. The dying man spoke in a broken voice about pity, ships and other things. They obviously were close. He surmised that this was her father. but he didn't quite make it out because some of the other men had advanced upon the wolf creature with malicious intent.

Asher cat like reflexes kicked in as the compounded years of tactical training took over his autonomic system. He hit the dirt covering his head with his hands, calling out in a stained voice "Don't hurt me!"

Peeking up he watched the huge wolfman step in. In Asher mind, he had surmised that the creature would rip their arms off. But the crackling of an energy whip surprised him. He heard a pop, then a low deep hum. The wolfman had a goon by the neck with a light saber to his throat. A real life light saber. If it wasn't for the absolute terror he was currently in grips with, he would have been very curious. The wolfman gave the woman in need an ultimatum. Would she really choose to have this beast lop this man's head off? He couldn't watch, turning his head away and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile,
Unbeknownst to our hero's, except for the the beefy merc who was back in the diner being suave and cool; the mysterious man with the bad breath was extremely put out by Asher's departure. He balled a fist and stood. He pushed past the merc's table, accidentally bumping it. He turned and pushed through a drape that was hanging loosely between two sections of the establishment. There he met another individual. A large Trandoshan male.

"We need him..." The lizard said in a slithering voice. "Track him."

@Caramon @Roro223 @Ra'a'mah

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra was already on the move when it came to the guy that attacked her boss...no murdered him. The knife was already in her hand as she lunged at him. While the wolf form held him up, she would do to him exactly what he had done to the captain. The desire to avenge her friend filled her along with all of her sorrow. She hated the scum and would see him dead.

"How does this feel, murderer!?!?"

Her knife would stab him in the chest in almost the same spot one of stabs had been on her captain. The man they had been doing business with minutes ago would fall to the ground, Ra standing over him looking down, her knife dripping from his blood. The other two had been neutralized by the wolf and she turned to look at him.

Wolf like golden eyes regarded him and in the dimming light of day would almost appear to glow.

"My friend is dead. Thank you for trying to help."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man that followed her from the cantina huddling on the ground in an almost fetal position.

Wiping the blood off her knife, it disappeared up her sleeve where it had come from and she walked over to him. Her mission accomplished in getting vengeance for her captain, she knelt down next to him and tapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"It's over. Nothing more to see, but did you contact the authorities?"

Wanting so much to return to her only friend and bid him farewell, she waited for the guy to answer.

@Caramon @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Roro223]

Roro wasn't exactly pleased at the decision, but ultimately it wasn't his choice. He waited for the authorities to arrive and take care of things from there. The crowd stuck around to watch despite the rain and cold mist that followed. He knelt beside the murdered man.
"Anything I can do to help. I've always found it pointless to offer condolences, since it doesn't really help in my opinion. Sorry I didn't come around sooner to help before this happened. Is there anyone I can contact for you? A friend or family perhaps? Not sure if you're from these parts or not."
Roro walked to the end of the alley; the nosey onlookers backed away from him. Nothing he wasn't already used to, since he wasn't the typical type of being others were accustomed to seeing.
Making sure to keep an eye for any more trouble, he leaned against the wall feeling out with the force.
He looked down at the dirty ground, watching the heavy rain wash the blood away, debating still whether or not to leave the Jedi Order...

 

[Caramon]

As Mockadane and Eldorack surveyed the establishment, patrons started to make their way back in from the events that transpired outside in the street. A man bumped into their table, knocking over drinks and the empty glasses falling to the ground. Mockadane looked at him, aggravation apparent upon his brow. As the man passed them he walked through a cloth curtain that led somewhere to the back of the establishment. Eldorack listened to the conversation that was transpiring in private.

"We need him...Track him" a low gutteral voice said.

Eldorack returned his eyes to the patrons of the bar as he spoke to Mockadane in hushed tones.

"There was a man sitting there earlier. He aided the woman by trying to alert the authroities. Whoever the man was that abruptly hit our table wants him. For what reason I am still unsure."

Mockadane knew who his counterpart was talking about. He nodded as Eldorack spoke to him. There had to be a reason why this man was saught after. Maybe there was some profit to be made from this ordeal.

"Go and locate the man, I will be out in a bit, not to raise any suspicions."

Eldorack nodded and walked out of the bar. As the HRD entered the night air, his scanners were surveying the scene. Eldorack located his target. He made his way over to the man still laying on the ground and knelt down.

"Hey, its ok you can get up now... Come here let me help you."

Eldorack grabbed one of the mans arms and hoisted him to his feet. He dusted him off and patted his arm a few times. Just then the doors opened and Mockadane exited the establishment. He located his counterpart and started walking twoards the two.
@Ra'a'mah @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Stryker]

"How does this feel, murderer!?!?"

Asher was still huddled in a ball with his hands over his head as he heard the mysterious woman talk. I just witnessed a murder, and then another murder! I'm so fracked!

Then she asked if he had called the authorities! His mind spun, thoughts of terror gripped him. She's going to kill me.... I called the authorities, and shes going kill me to silence me... I have to get away....

Then he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the biggest dude he had ever seen. What? Was this some goon? He looked like one. He couldn't formulate a simple coherent sentence.

With trembling hands, and wild eye, "I...uh....uh....Look....I won't say anything. I won't, okay. Just don't kill me." Something came over the scared man. He pushed himself up and sprinted off into the dark ally feet splashing hard in puddles of standing water. He wasn't paying attention, and as he turned a corner he ran head first into the bestial wolf creature. Physics. Momentum only works when it has more force then inertia. In this case, the wolf creature held spades in inertia. Asher bounced back falling hard on his rear. Scrambling backwards he stammered in terror, "Look, I....I....." His hand slipped out from under him and fell into a puddle. Scared, wet and miserable he pushed himself up and ran off into the dark.

@Roro223 @Ra'a'mah @Caramon

 

[Ra'a'mah]

The man that had followed her out of the cantina ran off before he answered her leaving Ra free to return to her friend. Sitting down in the ally next to his lifeless corpse, she took one of his hands within hers and looked at him sadly. If there had ever been a father figure in her life, he would have it. In their short year together, he had taught her how to fly, given her a purpose and a reason to live.

Her eyes were full of tears as Roro spoke to her. She shook her head in answer, afraid to speak lest she lose control of her tears. He was all she had. They had been a family of sorts. Turning her attention back to her captain, she would close his eyes and just endure her pain alone.

She learned when she was young that life was pain, never got close to anybody and when she did, the child was always adopted away while she remained at the orphanage. When she came of age, even they abandoned her and booted her out onto the streets. It had taken this man to find her and now even he had been taken from her.

@Caramon @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Roro223]

He beckoned for her to come over to where he was standing.
"I'm Roro by the way. And you are?"
As she walked to him, he walked past her, kneeling down to pick up the lifeless body. He took a deep breath and sighed as he looked at the still expression. He though to himself *Yet another life taken needlessly... Such a lack of respect for life*
He walked back to the girl who still hadn't spoken. She started walking away, as he followed next her. The rain finally subsided leaving the cold mist. Figures could be seen waking through the thick mist, like spirits wandering about. They walked past a cantina that was buzzing with conversation.
Roro was curious to know who that person was that ran off. He made a mental note of the face, wanting to find him once he took the girl and her friend to her so, or home, of wherever it was she was leading them.

@Caramon @Ra'a'mah @Stryker

 

[Caramon]

Mockadane sighed as the man started to run away. He looked over to Eldorack who was keeping an eye on him.

"Go and stop him. I'll be there."

Eldorack took off in a sprint. Being that he was an HRD he was able to run much faster than Asher. It was only a minute or two before he had caught up with the scarred man. He firmly grabbed him by the arm as the man was frantic, not wanting to let him get away again.

"Listen, I am not going to hurt you, I am trying to help you. There is someone after you, they are going to be looking for you. Your best bet is to stay with me."

:Back in the street:

Mockadane started to walk towards his counterpart. Crossing the street he breifly made eye contact with the white haired woman. There was something strange about her, something familiar but he could not remember what it was. Right now was not the time for reminiscing though. As he made his way through the dark alley he finally caught up with Eldorack and the strange scarred man.

"Listen, I need you to stay calm."
@Stryker @Ra'a'mah @Roro223

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra did not stand up with Roro motioned her over, instead remaining by the side of her captain. He asked her name and introduced himself, turning her head away from her former boss and looking up at the wolf creature, "Ra'a'mah. Just call me Ra."

He knelt down and picked up Captain Treyvion, carrying him easily.

"I'd say it is a pleasure to meet you, but under these circumstances, that's not quite right. Thank you anyway. I think he would want to be taken home."

Turning in the direction of the spaceport, the direction she had been heading before, it lead them away from the cantina. As they walked, a man met her eyes, looked at her for a moment and continued on. Ra thought nothing of it and slowly walked next to Roro as he kindly carried her captain.

@Caramon @Stryker @Roro223

 

[Roro223]

It's been an odd night. Between your friend here, some guy that ran into me who seemed off, and a Droid chasing someone down. So would you happen to know who those things were? Didn't seem like a random mugging on the street...
They'd arrived to their destination and walked in. He looked around to get a feel for the place.

 

[Stryker]

A cool rainy mist fell collected upon Asher's fogged glasses. His wild Sprint had slowed and he was out of breath. Taking the glasses off, he wiped the fog off with his damp shirt smearing the water around on the glass. He put them back on squinting his dark eyes. His mind was still a whirl. The murder. The huge wolf thing. The large Merc. What was going on?

Then he heard a mechanical voice. Spinning he was greeted by a Droid. It offered him assurance but at the same time it stated people were after him. Well, no kidding. The murderous silver haired woman no doubt. He had no idea that he was being persued by a third party.

Then, like a dark specter, the massive man from before stepped out of the shadows. He told Asher to stay calm. He could feel the panic well up again and he swallowed hard.

"W....why.?"

Meanwhile....

The Trandoshan lurked behind a corner watching the whole affair. He lifted a comm to his reptilian muzzle and spoke into it. His target took off and gave to coordinates of Asher's last position. He turned and followed at a distance the wolfman carrying a corpse and a silver haired woman. As they approached the space port the Trandoshan stepped out placing the muzzle into the small of the woman's back. His voice was oily as he directed his speech to the wolfman.

"If you move, sssssshe diessssss." He took a rattly breath breathing into her ear. "Now, tell me about the man with the glasssssessssss."

@Caramon @Ra'a'mah @Roro223

 

[Caramon]

"W...Why"

"I dont know why, but you are of some importance. The man who is after you is the gentleman you spoke with in the cantina."

Mockadane could see the man's water streaked glasses, and Asher trying his best to squint to see through the blurriness. The large man reached into one of the many pouches he carried on his belt and handed the frieghtened man a dried hankerchief. Eldorack tapped Mockadane on the shoulder.

"We need to move. I am detecting many life forms around us. It is better if we continue this conversation in private."

Mockadane nodded and looked to Asher.

"Lets get you out of the rain, get you somewhere we can discuss this in more private quarters."
@Ra'a'mah @Stryker @Roro223