The Twins (Open)

[Cailst]

Dimitrije continued his walk back to his apartment. As he was walking, he was thinking of how to get the people out of the street. Perhaps a hospital might be able to help by sending some sort of ambulance. While the area was a fairly bad, violence happened only occasionally. Certainly more than on the upper layers but an ambulance didn't seem like it would get ambushed by some random gang. Then again, they still might be apprehensive.

While thinking that, he got into his apartment and put his groceries in the fridge. From there, he got his communicator which allowed contact with others and perhaps a hospital. Then, he began walking out the door in order to try to see if he could drag the unconscious bodies to a better place.

 

[cco]

As the Defiler entered into the orbit above Coruscant Garren was wearing a grimace. He dbouted that he could land at a spaceport, the bodies in his cargo hold would be a dead givaway to who he was. Instead he chose to fly into the Coruscanti Underhive.

Garren was looking to sell some of the Slug-Throwers he had aquired during a personal mission on Coruschal. He figured that here he could make some extra credits before he reported to his boss around the outer rim. And while he was here he could look at buying some new weaponry to augment what he already had. He landed at the edge of the junk yard, pulled out the pack full of pistols and began to advertise louldly about them. As a pair of young women and a man came into sight he aproached them about buying a couple of them.

"Hey you three! How's about some nice machete-class slugthrowers? Light, quiet and easy to use, not to mention that these are very cheap! So how about some?

 

[Emma Lou]

Amelia took out her own blaster and shot one shot at him. She did not care if it hit him or not...she just wanted him to get the point that they weren't interested. With that, they continued walking.

 

[cco]

Garren dived away from the shot.
She has good aim!
Garren figured that he couldn't take on all 3 of them. If one had a blaster they all would. But he didn't want to just let people shoot at him. He picked up the pack and got back into the defiler. Loaded his rifle put the silencer on and took careful aim....
POW
Garrens back exploded in pain as he struggled to turn himself around. 3 Men, soliders judging by their identicle outfits, were advancing on him.

"You sir are under arrest for the theft of weapons and the murders of 7 people!"
Garren reached for a pistol with his right hand, found it and pulled the trigger on it.
The shot was unacurate but it did hit another solider behind him. Soon Garren had dispatched the other two and slowly pulled himself up, where was that trio! He would teach them a lesson.

 

[Cailst]

While walking back to the scene of the fight, he saw no one was there other than the unconscious lizard man. Strangely, the drunk had been carried away. Perhaps the invisible man had some sort of vendetta against the drunk. Who knew?

So he began putting the lizard man on his back to carry him to his apartment where he could try to heal him of his wounds and maybe find some place to send him so the lizard man could get back on his feet.

As he was doing that, he heard some flurry of blaster shots in the distance, perhaps some gang war was going on or maybe that invisible man had some more enemies.

 

[Darth Nyne]

He thought carefully for a moment, as he picked himself up off the ground, still a little fuzzy he dusted himself off. Trying to put on his most casual face, he took a look back in the direction that would have probably led him to a cell and then to the girls.

"Who am I to turn down an offer from such lovely ladies." He nodded his head. "Long as it keeps me outta lock up tonight I'm with you.

And then there was the weapons salesman, a shot and they simply continued walking, him following in tow, kind of like a sad puppy.

 

[Will]

Dagan hissed, turning to face the drunk. He slammed him around the face with the butt of his pistol.

''You're lucky they took a shine to you. Don't-ever-speak-to-them like that again.'' He snarled.

He paid no heed to the gunseller. Machete class. Pah. Frakkin' peashooters.

''Let's go.''

 

[cco]

With the rush of adrenaline that combat produced Garren soon fell to the ground. He was in searing pain, he needed someone to help him. Surely not everyone in this underhive was horrible.

 

[Imperial]

"Put me down" Redreath said groggily sliding off the mans shoulder. He had received a very high level blast, one that would kill a human with ease. He pulled himself to his full height determined to appear as if he didn't need help. It lasted a few seconds before Redreath collapsed again.

He tried to wave the man away but even that was too much effort.

"Thank you for helping me. It was you who ssaved my life back in the alley wasn't it?" Redreath looked over the man who was helping him. "I am called Redreath and I owe you my life, Jedi"
Redreath had suspected it before but being in the mans presence had confirmed it. Though Redreath didn't know it it was his force sensitivity that allowed him to do so.

 

[Cailst]

"Okay," He said as the guy slid off his back trying to ensure that the guy didn't fall off too hard.

"You're welcome," he then said to the lizard man. "I've tried to get you out of here," as the lizard man kept talking. Then he mentioned his name but he also somehow figured out what Dimitrije was, a Jedi.

"I'm Dimitrije but why do you think I'm a Jedi?"

 

[Imperial]

"It is an Honor Dimitrije" Redreath said bowing formally though stumbling over the foreign sounding name.

"My people view Jedi as the saviors of the galaxy and great mediators to conflict everywhere. As such it is ingrained within our culture to know when in the presence of one. Subtle differences tell them apart from a normal person, the way they walk and talk as if not intending to cause affront. It is this way that my people and me especially have striven to perfect. Acting honorably and not inciting conflict. These are fundamental traits.

However though I suspected a Jedi was aiding me before I didn't realize until now when ... I felt something. I can not explain it, I just know."

 

[Darth Nyne]

He was hit, spitting a bit on the ground to check for blood, his hand gingerly went to where his weapon should have been, but as with most situations these days he found himself without it for the time being. A sharp glare hit the girls guardian, but he knew when he was outmatched. A quick nod as he took his steps forward again.

"No disrespect." he said and began on silently.

 

[cco]

Garren struggled to right himself And managed to sit up. A jawa was looking at his ship.

"Don't even try"

The jawa went away. Not wanting to risk a fight.

 

[Cailst]

"Thank you, though we should get to the hospital and get you checked up. While you appear fine, it would be best to ensure that you get checked out by a pro. Do you want me to try to carry you? It might prevent you from compounding any injuries." Dimitrije said.

While it was his job to help people and keep things going, it still felt a little awkward to hear all those praises of him and his order. However, he was glad that he was able to help out some people of the Republic. Depending on how the hospital went, there could be a chance to put Redreath in a better part of the galaxy than lower Coruscant.