Unforeseen Stop

[Alphonse Cunningham]

"All of you are game pieces; pawns in some cosmic children's game... And for all the bravado in your sinister touts of your power," he eyed the Sith, "And all the gusto in your declarations of good intent," he eyed the Jedi, "You're recycled pieces, played countless times by the-- what do you call it? The Force? The Force. Yet you keep fighting because...
"Those are the rules."

A hearty laugh escaped his mouth. "You, you Zabrak philosopher, you have pinned the tail on the Bantha!" He continued laughing. "You're certainly right. Let me set a few things straight, now that Mr. Matukai stopped talking. I'm older than everyone in this room put together, mind you, so I know my fair share of shit. See, Sauce, there are three types of Force-sensitives. The Sith, the Jedi, and the neutral. Neutrals tend to not be in any faction and tend to train alone. The Jedi are a bunch of barmy cowards who enjoy nothing more than training and never putting those skills into practice. They want peace, but here is where they contradict with the Sith. As the Sith code states, 'there is no peace, only passion.' For years, both factions fought, and it is true that they weren't the only ones who started wars. Aditionally, Jedi sympathizers are no better than Jedi" he cast a burning glare at the Matukai. "Now, you have three possible options, Sauce. Number one: stay and help the Jedi scum, that's you two, by the way," he waved at the redhead and her overly-enthusiastic friend,"That would be a rather bad idea. Number two, you can stay and help me fight the Jedi, or number three: you can leave." He smiled at the Zabrak.

"As for you two, I suggest you watch your mouth on what you say about the Empire and Sith. You are, after all, in Sith space. And using a damned Wan-shen is a bad idea when your opponent has a lightsaber." Anger boiled in the Sith, and he ripped off his glasses. His naturally red eyes brightened, and turned into a golden yellow, a sign that the dark side was flowing through him. A feeling of power ran through his body. The Anzat loved this feeling.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi gritted her teeth listening to a fool talk junk about the Jedi. She let out a fierce glare her eyes glowing a bright blue like ice. They glowed like sunshine reflecting off a block of ice. It may surprise him, but it was a power she inheritted when she was a girl. She had learned once by accident, that she had ice powers. When her eyes glowed it was truly ice. They would probably start to feel cold soon as frost had started creeping out from her feet. Her mother was the first born with ice magic and it carried on in Naomi. She wasn't very great at controlling it, but she was good.

Once the sith looked over to the two standing at ready, she lifted her hand as of she was holding a sphere and admired it slightly when a few snowflakes magically floated up from her hand. She then looked back to the sith with a smirk and her eyes almost white with how bright they were.

"I think this hothead needs to cool off, am I right everybody?" she said keeping that innocent little smirk on her face. She stayed in her ready position her other hand gripping her blaster tighter. "And by the way sith, I know that we may be on 'sith territory' but respect is usually expected in a public area. And if you think that you can talk junk about my faction, it's only fair to talk down your own. You're not very respectful of this property as we have seen that you are the one who put the lights out and started this little problem. You let out the darkness, you blew the lights. Is that clear? Second of all, I bet you're oh so older than all of us. And if you are older than all of us in this room, then you're looking pretty young for someone who's damn old. And does your fair share of 'shit' include having your family eaten up by wampas, you almost being killed by them, or people hunting you just to kill you for no reason? And then beat you with a whip? And then get all scarred up from saving somebody from a burning house and getting trapped by it falling down on your head because your foot got stuck in a burning ember which was the same foot that also got broken from doing so? If it does, maybe then you have a fair explanation." she said her eyes glowing brighter with steam started to float from them making the room start to feel chilly because of her ice powers flowing out slowly across the floor.

"Kid, you choose what you think is right. But remember whatever you do choose, choose wisely." her eyes still shone bright but her gaze was soft.

 

[Zigloo]

Sauce stood dumbfounded; the force-users' retorts held no ground against what he said. Everything he'd conveyed was simply met with precisely what he anticipated. These people offered nothing in response that contradicted what he said and that was the most frustrating part. One of the worst parts is that they kept calling him a kid; while he was certainly younger than the majority of people, he was confident he was older than the female who addressed him.

His muscles tensed and brow furrowed, fists tightening into stone-knuckled balls. He was a trained martial-artist, himself-- martial arts indicative to his native homeworld that was only available to Iridonians. The staff-wielding light-side force user caused him the most irritation as he'd only met that type of unintelligent arrogance back home with some of the village thugs, and he'd only met that type of blind faith in stories of decrepit old religious zealots! And here his man was exhibiting the worst qualities of both! He almost made a step toward this person, a fist drawing back for a strike, before he was restrained by two of the crew members.

He had the intention of protesting, but thought better of it-- "Let them have at it," the Captain hissed.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse rolled his eyes and glanced at a non-existent watch on his sleeve. He looked up in mock surprise when the girl stopped talking. "Oh I'm sorry, is that it? Are you gonna throw snowballs at me? You ignorant brat. Just because I'm older than you, your dead parents, and their dead parents doesn't mean I should be a wrinkly kriff. I was frozen in carbonite, if you must know, and I busted out 23 years ago and murdered everything in a three kilometer radius." Shaking his head, the Anzat finally lost his last bit of patience. Channeling all that Force energy that had been building up inside him, he let it out with a roar, and motioned his hands toward the Jedi and guy with a Wan-shen embedded into the ground. This power had been building for a while, and they'd need a miracle to be able to stay on their feet. Well, the Matukai could hold onto his weapon, but the girl didn't have a choice other than to fly backwards into the wall, or hallway, depending on how she moved while in the air.

Taking out both of his blasters, the Sith would then point both of them at the girl and white-robed man, one blaster for each person.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi narrowed her eyes at him as she saw he was mocking her. When he asked if she was going to throw snowballs at her she scoffed before saying, "No not snowballs. But a monster that regenerates double than what it had the first time if you cut a limb or nose off. The force and ice powers go much further than the Darkside." she kept her eyes narrowed, them shining brightly, more than they were before. "I wouldn't be mentioning my parents. I may look soft on the outside as I was when I first came in, but on the inside, I have ice and the force. Do you know what you can do with that kind of power? More than what you can do with the Darkside." Naomi rolled her eyes about being frozen in carbonite for a little bit. Being frozen in anything was nothing. She was born on a planet filled with ice and snow and crazy freezing temperatures.

She then sensed something was about to happen and sure enough something did. The sith let out a huge force push only pushing her back two feet back before she used ice to anchor her feet to the ground. She then saw as he pulled out a blaster on each of the two force sensitives, so Naomi pulled out her lightsabers igniting them. One blade was blue and the other was green. Then in her mind she imagined her feet unfreezing from the ice her feet were locked in and it melted immediately as she took a few steps and stood next to the warrior again.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton was a warrior at heart, but one with rules and restraints, yet in the end he will always do what he needs to defeat the darkness, which right now was the Sith in front of him. But what made him grin was the fact that the Sith was arrogant enough to think that a lightsaber was better than his own Wan-Shen, the Sith will get a rude awakening when he realize the Wan-Shen is able to handle the lightsaber and even the blasters which the ancient sith seemed to love. Which was weird to the warrior as the Sith who claims to be so powerful and old, yet is only using blasters like he couldn't actually use the lightsaber which he so taunted with.

Seeing that the Zarbak walking away, the warrior would love to be able to finish this quickly enough that he could smack a little respect and sense into the brat, the warrior knew that the light required him to be more forgiving but, it would seem the young man had little in the way of actual facts, which Triton would be happy to provide him, after giving him a beating.

Looking over to the young Jedi, it was clear he would need to do most of the heavy lifting, yet the warrior knew never to underestimate the Jedi. Sensing the Sith attack the warrior used the force to embed himself and when the wave hit, the warrior only slide back a bit. Looking up seeing the Sith after using a lot of his energy, Triton smiled and began to slowly approach the Sith with his Wan-Shen in his right hand twirling ready to take the hits from the blasters if need be.

"Sith this will be your last day, infecting your darkness to others. Once I'm done with you, I will have a long talk with the Zarbak." Triton said fully knowing he would be able to take on this arrogant sith.

 

[Zigloo]

Sauce's shoulders tensed, his eyes hooded as if in an attempt to suppress the heated anger at these people's arrogance-- their own childishness. A hand squeezed his arm, leading him toward out the door; he was flanked by two members of the crew that cautiously peeked back at the bar while holding a few blasters tight to their chest. Sostos turned his attention toward exiting the facility.

"Unacceptable" said the Captain, "Someone could have died."

"Thugs," Sauce hissed, "All of them are thugs. They've got some mystical magical powers and they think they can push people around to see who's better."

"What are you talking about?" the Captain asked, still rushing toward the docking bay. "This is just what they do-- it's history in the making. Wars start up and it gives them a reason to fight; gives them a reason to get it all out of their system."

Sauce stopped and faced the Captain, "Exactly! And we all suffer for it!"

The Captain sighed heavily, teeth grinding in his square-like skull, "We don't have t-"

"What happened to Corruscant?!" Sostos interrupted.

The Captain's eyes eased from the glare he'd stapled to his face. There was a pause, a space in conversation that was pregnant with hesitancy that was palpable; Sostos felt the man's struggle on a level he didn't quite understand, almost physical but not quite able to be defined as such. The recognition of this feeling brought Sauce off of his high-horse and be placed an hand on the Captain's arm, "Please. Tell me what happened."

He felt the tension ease a bit (again, on a level he didn't quite comprehend) and searched The Captain for an answer.

"Captain, we've got to go," urged a crew member, but was hushed with a brief gesture of The Captain's hand.

"...It's gone." The Captain stated solemnly.

Sauce was confused, "Gone?"

"Not 'GONE' gone, but it's... It's in ruin."

"What happened?!"

"The whole place was just...," the Captain sought a word that might convey the same level of devastation but wouldn't bring so much emotion when uttering, "...Leveled. All of it."
He failed. It didn't matter how he said it, Sostos could see the man's eyes swell with moistness that only lament or tragic memory could serve to provide.

The Zabrak shifted a bit. He contemplated his next words...

"Both of them are plagues... And plagues should be cured."

The Captain didn't respond to this chilling declaration but, instead, continued to usher the young Iridonian toward the ship.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

As the crew left, so did the only source of light in the bar. Alphonse cherished the darkness. It gave him an advantage over his enemies. "My, aren't you just filled to the brim with words?" he murmured to the Matukai soldier. He was all bark and no bite, in the Acolyte's opinion. He rolled his eyes. "As for you, Mrs. Frosty, you might not want to let your mouth run ahead of you. You cannot even begin to comprehend the power of the Dark side. No one can."

He took his blasters out of the holsters and pointed them at the two freedom-fighters through the darkness. He let the Force act as his eyes, and it told him where everyone was, as though in bright daylight. Three shots burst out of each blaster, and ripped through the air, illuminating only the space it passed. The Sith used the Force to enhance their speed. This was just a test to see whether this battle was worth his time. He leaped over the bar and took cover behind it, just in case these two were more formidable than he suspected.

@Benvenu7 @Isabella Rae Jarrus

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi watched as they left the bar to the sith and the two Jedi. She scoffed when he called her Mrs. Frosty. "First of all, I'm not married, so drop the Mrs., second of all, the name is Naomi Solistare, third and last but not least, I wouldn't underestimate a Jedi or a warrior. Especially when one of them has ice." She narrowed her eyes at him through the darkness, which glowed like ice, being the only light to be seen in the bar.

She sensed trouble was to happen and she saw blasts being shot at them and she quickly put the top of her saber together with the handle, igniting it and blocking the shots back.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton was unimpressed with the Sith, his Wan-Shen was strong enough to handle lightsabers even with direct contact, so a few blaster bolts were nothing, swatting them away with the Wan-Shen the warrior twisted and let out the sharp blade hidden within the weapon of the warrior of light. With the sound the blasters made and the fact that the warrior was able to push his senses to super human levels it was no problem to track the bright bolts of energy and send them harmlessly to the ground, gathering the force within himself the warrior will begin to walk slowly, with powerful steps to the Sith hiding behind the counter and looked to the Jedi.

"We will finish off this fool quickly than leave, no point in letting the Imperium come running in guns blazing because we took our sweet time." Triton said with a serious manner that showed that the warrior born into a warrior culture was ready to test his metal and destroy the darkness, as was his holy duty.

The warrior would signal the Jedi to take on side of the counter (left side) while he would take the other side (right side), once the Jedi was in position would the warrior begin his assault hoping to fish out the Sith, they would be away from lightsaber range but close enough that a single jump can close the distance enough for a duel of blades to erupt.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi looked at the warrior and nodded to his plan. It was a good one and Naomi would follow. "Good plan." She replied to his comment. She walked quietly to the left side of the counter he instructed her to and watched as he took the right side of the counter.

As she got closer she sensed movement and she looked up at the warrior for conformation to move.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse was truly dissapointed at the two. They weren't living up to his expectations and this was one of the things the Anzat disliked most. As the both took positions like kriffin actors on a stage, he rolled over the bar and left a thermal detonator where he once stood. If they chose to attack, they would be met with nothing but an explosion, which he had control over. The Sith clutched the switch calculatingly, eyeing them through the darknes. Should they walk closer he'd detonate the bomb. Useful little things were thermal detonators. He'd learned that carrying a few didn't hurt when a bounty hunter had thrown six at him, a couple of weeks ago. A useful defense for Force-sensitives like him was pushing it back to the sender.

He rolled sneakily to a table at the far end of the bar, near the bathroom.