Unleash the beast

[Mr. Mischief]

Planet: Naboo
Current Location: Outskirts of Theed

The people of Theed had been asleep for a few hours now, except for the night owls that prowled the streets in search of a place to fulfill their need to get drunk and participate in a bit of debauchery. With most of the city blanketed by the darkness that night brings also brought out those looking to get into trouble of some kind, whether it be petty crimes such as the spice trade or things of a more murderous nature. Unknown to those brave enough to challenge the dark was the fact that a monster lurked these streets tonight. To many he was considered nothing more than a figment of the imagination of those dumb enough to believe in the Boogeyman. In truth, he was all of those things.​

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A clawed hand clutched the edge of the rooftop, a steady pattern of scratching sounds emitting from the stone as the claws danced upon the surface. Twin eyes of solid white gazed out over the landscape beneath him looking for a potential victim. Azazel Kaine, had been a few days without a meal and the effects of his hunger were already manifesting. The lack of sustenance had left him with only a meager amount of energy and in a weakened state, incapable of moving at the typical pace that he is accustomed to. A pair of female humans walking under the glow of the streetlights caught his attention, jaw dropping instantly and his long tongue emerging to taste the air in search of pheromones. After a short-while the lifelike appendage retracted back within the confines of his mouth moments before the deadly mouth snapped shut and proceeded to bite several times in succession.

With a target in mind Azazel slipped from the rooftop in a graceful fall to the balcony below, landing with a soft thud before bounding over the railing to the adjacent roof. He moved with the sinister grace usually accustomed to wild predators on the hunt and that is exactly what the creature was doing. With rapid strides he advanced upon them, with his body leaned forward being lead by his nose and his arms following in pursuit stretched behind him. Claws extended and spread wide in preparation for the strike. As he approached his mind considered his selection, which one would he allow to survive and tell of the events that would surely unfold tonight. With a few hundred yards separating him from his prey he attempted to quicken his pace, driven by the unforgiving hunger that threatened to leave him in crippling pain if he failed to feast tonight. It was this hunger and pain that refused his attempts to hasten his approach. His body simply couldn't comply and that is why when he finally reached the location of his selected victim, the red head, that he was once again thwarted of his meal. The duo had disappeared into the building that he now stood upon.

Once again, Azazel found himself resting upon the ledge of a rooftop overlooking the scenery beneath him. A small line waited to enter the doorway beneath him, indicating that the establishment was most likely a bar of some kind. Perhaps, this place would reveal a new target to him and if not the two that lead him here would have to come out eventually.​

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik drove his speeder through the vast plains of Naboo, for he heard his quarry was here. The daughter of a Senator, whom he was to capture and deliver to his employers, for the ransom to be issued. He was promised two fifths of the ransom money. "Good enough", he thought. He shifted the gears as he made a sharp turn, passing through the enormous gates to Theed. He came to a full stop in front of the fountain which stands in front of the palace, the dark skies glistening on his one eye like a shiny star. Suddenly, he was but a shadow, moving like a shooting star through the rooftops, his feet only stopping when he was sure he was at the correct place. Staring through the windows, he saw his quarry; a thin, young girl, fully asleep. Lowering his body, he tilted his head at an angle he caught eye of something unusual, a reddish, thin figure sliding through the ceilings. For one second, he was consumed by a feeling that almost equalled fear, as if he was staring at a nightmare.

And the nightmare stared back...

 

[Tara Bronwyn]

Tara was happy to have finally been able to leave her last stop behind. She was not a fan of dust ball planets to begin with and the last one had been about as productive as she thought it would be, which wasn't very. She wasn't a fan for bars for that matter either. But, for now it gave her something to do, and that little urge of boredom had drawn her in. As she had settled into her seat and began to enjoy her drank, a simple spiced tea, but effective enough in her goal of giving herself something to do, she had an odd urge.

It wasn't quiet fear, but the vague feeling something was off, just ...wrong. She sat her cup down on the table in front of her and scanned the small crowd idly for a moment. Not seeing anything that stood out as an immediate threat, she none the less checked and made sure she was still armed. She made a point of never broadcasting the fact she was in fact carrying weapons. Recent events had reminded her of the importance of being subtle.

For the most part every seemed absorbed in their own business and she tried to shake it off as simple paranoia, another habit she had picked up recently, but one that actually has been useful to her a time or two.

 

[Mr. Mischief]

It was nothing more than a taint upon the breeze blowing in from the north. The chortle that came forth from the beast lurking upon the club used as a means to sample the new signature within the air. His head slowly lifting in the direction of the presence and immediately both eyes latched onto the figure that moved upon the rooftops, his path carrying him past the creature that haunted the streets on this night that had taken a sudden interest in him. Uncoiling his frame in a mighty leap the demon Sith hurled himself across the street, landing with a resounding thud and allowing his momentum to carry him into a forward roll. Rising to his feet in full stride, Azazel tightened the gap between himself and the other. Once a respectable distance was achieved the pace was matched and the monster began to stalk his prey.

His pursuit had carried him farther into the city than he usually traveled, the savage had his interest peaked by the obvious hunter that he had grown so interested in. Azazel was curious and that is what ended up leading him to the situation that presented itself. Caught staring with his long tongue dancing around his head while drooled pooled and began to drip from his gaping mouth. When their eyes locked a powerful shriek filled the air as the monster announced his presence in a bone rattling cry. Both hands gripped tightly upon the ledge that he was perched upon, claws biting ever so slightly into the stone.

"FOOOOOOOOD" Azazel cried in proclamation of his murderous intent. Either the hunter would need to direct the creatures attention to another target or kill him... because the Nightmare was ready to eat.

 

[GABA]

Danger.

It was a like a sharp sting in the Grand Master's senses as she stood erect, her bright eyes scanned up and down the street, the game was done, it was now time for Jedi business. Her presence was muted in the Force, she had been playing a game of stealth with her friend and fellow Jedi Knight, Della Frey, but she knew the Snamreg wouldn't appreciate their game ending so abrupt. Theed's streets were almost to quiet, the footsteps of late night pedestrians had settled, the darkness of the night, seemed to grow a little too dark for the Corellian's comfort. She sent a ping in the Force, touching the bond she shared with her Knight, letting her know to meet her quickly.

Ebberla pulled her jacket close around her, her weapons hidden snug underneath, her footsteps quiet as the soles of her boots crunched against the loose gravel on the road. The Jedi's senses extended outward, like fingers on the strings of the harp of the Force, plucking each strained as she listened and felt. Her eyes narrowed as she felt a peculiar weave, she plucked at it again, tasting its chaos, its hunger, its darkness, and the woman let out a groan, "Sith."

The wall was cold, the chill seeping through her jacket as she leaned against the wall, waiting for her counterpart to arrive, listening to the darkness that were hunting the streets. The Jedi Order kept a close eye on Naboo as they worked to keep the Jedi friendly world safe from danger. Though little to most, the Jedi kept a close eye Naboo in order to protect their temple hidden not too far from the system. The Corellian reached into the pocket inside her jacket, subtly removing the silver cylinder, its whispers were dark, but welcoming, as the Grand Master knew them well from her Sith Keeper all those years ago.

 

[TweedPawn]

Their games of stealth were one of the ways Della sharpened her skills. It was always exhilarating. It made her feel like a Snamreg. Naboo was also her husband's home, so she felt more at ease than usual. This planet was lovely. But then she felt her warnings trigger. Della would give a thump towards Ebberla in the Force. A new way of alerting others of danger. Yes, she had felt it too.

So had He.

He stepped into Della's mind. His control of the Jedi had grown every time she allowed herself to rest or sleep. Now, the Trickster was wearing her like a suit. He sneered at the presence of the sith.

"and then there's this asshole." He growled lowly as he soon slipped into Ebberla's sight as Della Frey. It was not towards Ebberla, but about the Sith that was sensed. He had to be careful. He was used to dealing with Sith, but not Grandmasters. He would't warm her. He was not that type. He hated the idea of being a buzzkill. Still, he was more willing to do things that Della would never have the heart to do.

She wasn't weak for it. She was incredibly strong-willed and durable. The woman underestimated her own mental strength. With the right training, and luck, there would be almost none who could break her. He would love to see that happen, if it would be possible to have her survive being his host. He would do what he could. He owed a great amount of respect to her deeds on Sacul. But he needed her. And he would stop at nothing to get his errands done.

"Have a plan?"

 

[Ionis]

The Oriental woman quirked her head up, to the left, as she spotted someone with absolutely no presence in the force, less than she had ever felt before, far, far weaker, someone that she would, eventually, have to find out more about, but for now she let that be. Chishiki furrowed her brows, gazing at her from a short distance away, currently unnoticed by everyone, except maybe the Jedi.
Fueled by curiosity, she began approaching them, hands on the twin sabers at her waist, the sabers themselves were able to be interlocked for a saber staff. Her legs carried her slowly, steadily, with a certain power to them, chin raised with confidence.

"Hello." Chishiki said to the Grandmaster who she did not knwo the rank of.

 

[Noirceur]

Holding his ground as the abomination let out a bone chilling scream, Ashkrik took out his pistol and fired three rounds at the creatures abdomen. He then quickly rolled to the side, and fired two more. Drawing his vibro-knucklers, he charged, hoping the monster would be too astonished to move. He slashed three times at the creature, one on the chest, two on the abdomen, and one at his neck. He hoped all of the would hit, but the creature was dexterous, and it defnately was pissed. He then stepped back in a defensive position, ready to parry whatever attack his enemy would try...

 

[Ionis]

It was then that she took notice of the creature and let two Krayt Pearl powered crimson lightsaber blades eject from the handles she held before they interlocked to form a dual bladed saber, she grasped the object with grace. One hand held the lightsaber in a position slightly behind her while the other let out three potent blast of telekinetic powers, two at the creature's left leg, the other at the creature's chest, then one more at the creature's chest was fired. The oriental woman dashed forward, propelled by the force, debris kicking up behind her, lightsaber held in front of her as she jumped high, attempting to bring the saber down on the creature, above her an arc of force lightning followed the blade.

"Ahhh!" She let out a war cry.

 

[Tara Bronwyn]

Tara had heard something out side, something she was pretty sure sounded like 'food' given that fact she was fairly sure none had ordered out, she took that as a bad sign. Pushing off from her seat, she headed towards the exit. She moved out of the door, taking care to keep her back to the wall, whatever it was above her, the last thing she wanted was something to drop from above, considering it teeth it more than likely had, that would make for a bad day.

She got out just in time to catch a glimpse of something moving quickly across the street. It looked like a sith spawn, but that didn't make any sense. This was Naboo, even in the current political climate, sith spawn did not freely roam the streets here, not into cities anyway, so why would this one be here? Besides the fact it was clearly hungry. Which meant it was either not being fed for a reason or it wasn't being cared for. Either way that wasn't good. At least sith spawn with masters had some one controlling their actions.

Tara swore under her breath as people attacked it head on. It was fairly stupid, according to her experience to attack anything you weren't sure of head on, even less a sith spawn. But, it seemed to be what some people had decided to do. Once the blaster fire had stopped she headed in the direction the spawn had went. Trying to avoid being both jumped by the spawn and caught in friend fire for lack of a better word. As a result she stuck close to the buildings where awnings and porches would provide some cover. If she were lucky she could figure this out before some one killed it.

 

[Xan]

In some cases, being an Assassin of the Sith Order was quite a convenient 'occupation.' Aside from the obvious perks of being a Sith, there was also the fact that if you were performing your duties correctly, a relatively small number of people knew your name or face. The fact that few knew the name 'Xanthus' and even fewer knew his face meant that a certain Sith Executioner had been performing his duties very well. Being a relative unknown outside of the Sith Order, Xanthus could feel free to travel to various sectors of the Galaxy whenever he pleased without the worrying thought that some people in the non-Sith sections of space would seek to make his stay unpleasant or interrupt him in his goals. Today, he had come to Naboo for a purpose, and for this purpose he would be required to be relatively unknown.

Geist Weiss had in his time created many things using his mastery of alchemy, and one of those creations was apparently on Naboo. The Sith Lord had instructed Xanthus to venture to Naboo in order to capture the Sithspawn known as Abalam, ensuring that it did not create overmuch trouble and perhaps stir up an incident that the propaganda teams would have to work hard to contain. Though he had known that the creature could be found on Naboo, Xanthus had not been entirely sure of where on Naboo he should look. This being true, he decided that he should start with Theed and work his way outwards. He was not alone, having brought another Sith with him in the case of requiring reinforcements, but this Sith had been instructed to remain close to the Interceptor unless certain circumstances were met.

It would be in a state of meditation in a small tavernesque building that Xanthus himself would be when he first perceived that there was a disturbance. The Dark Side was come to Theed, but that was not the 'disturbance' that he had felt, considering that the Dark Side was stronger in him than in anyone who should have been on this planet. The feeling that Xanthus was labeling in his mind as a disturbance was the fact that he could feel conflict occurring close to where he himself was staying.

'Perfect.' He thought to himself as he attached his lightsabers to a belt at his waist. In total, there were five, with three being regular lightsabers and two being shotos. There were more weapons that he could have brought, but this was a capture mission, and so lightsabers and his hidden blades were all that were required aside from a comm device on his wrist. Throwing his armorweave cloak over his shoulders and checking to ensure that his hidden blades were functioning properly, Xanthus began to walk through the streets of Theed, heading towards where he knew a certain Sithspawn would be located. His presence in the Force was completely buried, as befit a Master Assassin. He had been keeping it so since before he had arrived on this planet, as it was his habit to never reveal himself unless he felt the need to. At this point, concealment was second nature, feeling more 'natural' than walking about with his aura readable by anyone with the eyes to see. He felt more than one aura through the Force, and out of professional habit he would keep himself in stealth until he could verify whom those auras belonged to. Little did he know that he would be walking into quite a strange situation when he finally arrived.

 

[Mr. Mischief]

As to be expected when faced by a rampaging monster hell bent on feasting upon your flesh, Ashrik reacted in a typical reaction of a hunter whom had been caught off-guard. The prey rather than the predator. Abalam capitalized on the element of surprise by utilizing the impressive grasp that he had upon the ledge and hurled himself forward to hang and drop beneath the bullets that were fired in his direction as his cry still lingered in the streets of Naboo. The gunshots only further drawing attention from the masses. Maintaining his grip and finding a secure footing upon the wall behind him the Sithspawn proceeded to kickoff the surface and land back upon his previous perch.

Seeing that the Trandoshan was no charging towards him from around the courtyard of the complex, Abalam released another shriek from his mighty lungs and readied his claws to meet the being brave enough to challenge the Nightmare. A creature born by the Dark Side of the Force and something that he reveled in. That all too familiar taint that always lurked within the beast began to call upon its source of power. When the two beasts collided the Sithspawn was able to avoid any substantial damage by redirecting the strikes as best he could, though he had sustained a deep gash upon his left forearm and the loss of a few claws of his right hand. As the Trando, moved to separate them only a second was permitted for him to take on his defensive position.

With both hands outstretched and charging with all of his might in a means of keeping the pace at an unrelenting pace, hoping to overwhelm his prey. Upon arrival, Abalam moved to rake the claws of his left hand along the length of the Trandos torso from right hip to left shoulder as he passed him by on his left. As soon as their sides became inline the Sithspawn pivoted onto his right heel and turned using to momentum to strike at the soft spot above the left hip with his right hand. With his claws held together in the form of a cone the beast was aiming to use his claws as a means to actually pierce the beast in a crippling blow. Shifting his weight onto the ball of his left foot the creature rotated around the warriors back and threw a series of punches, two blows to each side of the beast instead of aiming for the harder targets such as a skull.

Leaping backwards while attempting to throw a two-footed kick to the back of the Trandoshan, Abalam had placed himself once more upon the stone ledge of the rooftops. Only this time his back was towards the street below and his attention was locked solely upon the being whom he had decided was supper. He did recognize the display of the woman wielding lightsabers striking at the spot he stood when his cry rang out. The Sithspawn instantly recognizing the being as a wielder of the Force, though wasted little time in disregarding her as a potential Master. The presence within her was unappealing to the monster... not to mention the fact that she had so boldly announced herself.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOLISH!" Abalam cried out to the world, just whom he was speaking too was up to interpretation. Was he speaking of the Trandoshan and his inevitable decision to continue to fight instead of run, or was he speaking to the woman who had revealed herself to be some form of Jedi because she lacked the taint of the Sith. Perhaps, it could be presented as a means of warning to any onlookers thinking of further interrupting his meal. After all, this situation was a result of Abalam simply wanting something to eat.

 

[GABA]

"Have a plan?"

"Always." Ebberla winked, "Stick to the shadows, keep innocents clear, and be my anchor." Ebberla last words were unusually heavy as she relied on the trust of her friend to be there for her, she touched Della's mind, synching their bond and thoughts. Her bright eyes narrowed for a moment, feeling Della's rougher presence in the Force before dismissing it as she heard calls out for pedestrians who must have been in the midst of action. Her presence muted in the Force as she danced between ripples, Ebberla took off, the cold cylinder gripped in her hand as she followed the pull to where danger loomed. It didn't take long for the Corellian Grand Master to reach what she felt.

She arrived just in time to see the red beast engage a trandoshan mercenary or some profession to that matter, though certainly Ebb knew for sure this would definitely be a mess. She cringed to the creature's call "Really?" she sighed and rolled her eyes. The Force begun to churn around the Grand Master as she focused, keeping her signature muted as she stepped into the streets. The lightsaber in her hand whispered with glee as she let out a long breath, her eyes glowed amber as she recalled two simple words: as is.

"FOOOOLLLL!" Ebb's voiced boomed, though her Corellian accent was still strong, "Vermin, you better retreat or the Empress herself will hear of your recklessness! Then so help you, all seven hells will look like paradise in the face of her wrath!"

 

[Tara Bronwyn]

She was aware that the sounds above her had stopped, which meant so had the spawn. She skidded to a stop and listened for a moment. Then she heard it, some one screaming like an idiot at the spawn. The only people who would be that dumb were jedi, she curled her lip she really didn't like jedi and now this one was interrupting what was turning out to be a rather enjoyable evening.

Tara looked around for some way to get a better vantage point to what exactly was going on. Then she saw it, she pulled herself up on a covered front of a cafe and looked for foot holds in the wall. There were a few, thankfully, otherwise she would be effectively stuck on a wall, and that would be bad all around. As it stood she was able to get onto the roof and make her way towards the yelling. It was slow going as she was not moving completely standing up right, her figure would have been out lined by city lights and would make her plan of not being seen rather pointless. Proping a foot along the inner edge of the wall got her comfortable whilst allowing her to keep fairly close to the wall.

She was more than willing to allow the yelling woman and any friends she might have to be taken care of by the spawn before Tara decided what to do about the fact there was something rampaging around the city. She was some what surprised the locals hadn't called in local law in enforcement or the like. Or perhaps they were smart enough not to show up.

 

[TweedPawn]

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLS

The minute the phrase hit His ears, he started snickering. He really wanted to fall over and laugh. However, the presence of Ebberla in Della's mind kept Him restrained now. Still, this horror was something out of the worst movies he had ever seen.

FOOOOOOOOOOOOLS

Now he was snickering even more, finding it harder to resist laughing out loud. He saw a girl try to approach the Grandmaster and he went back into working mode. He stopped Chishiki, placing a hand on her shoulder. He pulled her away into a hidden place and spoke gently.

"Not now. We are about to attempt some dangerous work. I'll make you a promise, you stay hidden and I'll let you hang out with us afterwards, okay?" He said with Della's wink. He then felt Della's trigger warning. Something new was afoot. Something amiss.

well, Haraka He thought to himself. He sent out a message to Ebberla.

<something wrong.be on guard.>

He frowned. He didn't like this at all. There were too many civilians, too many stupid people with sharp pokey sticks, and too many blasters not in their holsters. It would be a recipe for disaster. His eyes stayed open and focused as he slinked in the shadows close to Ebberla. Nothing would get the jump on her while He was around.

 

[Xan]

Turning a corner, Xanthus was treated to the sound of a Sithspawn screaming into the night, though the target of his proclamation was rather difficult to determine. He was also treated to a plethora of sights...a creature that could only be the Sithspawn that he was seeking was currently engaged in a battle with a Trandoshan, and there were a few more Force-adepts in Theed than Xanthus had expected there to be. Specifically, there seemed to be two, and one of them seemed to be attacking Abalam. 'Ah, so this is what Weiss sent me to contain. I can see why he would not want this thing roaming without direction.' Clearly being allowed to simply take the creature without an incident had become impossible long before Xanthus had arrived, considering all of the action that seemed to be centered around it.

Sighing, the Assassin brought his wrist to his mouth and spoke into the comm device there. "Tell the pilot to prepare the Interceptor." It would be around this time that he would become aware of yet another person being out and about on the streets of Theed, though this one would be by far the most surprising. Screaming out into the night was one of the most wanted of the Jedi herself, Ebberla Daw. Her presence was muted in the Force, but Xanthus did not need to sense her presence when she was standing in the middle of the street shouting at the top of her lungs about the wrath of the Empress. How did he recognize her? All Sith knew the Galaxy's most wanted, considering the fact that her file was essentially a mandatory read. The question was what was she doing on Naboo...and why was she yelling about the 'wrath of the Empress?'

'What madness has overtaken this city?' Xanthus thought as he once again opened the comm channel that he was connected to and that connected him to his personal vessel. "Actually, tell the pilot to activate the stealth systems and tell him that I want the Interceptor in Theed immediately." Sighing, Xanthus put down his wrist and grabbed one of the lightsabers that were clipped to his belt. Did he really have the intent to fight the Jedi? No. However, he did prefer to have something in his hand already just in case conflict became a necessity. Still wearing his hood down, Xanthus stepped to where he could be seen with a slight amount of ease and released the muting effect on his Force signature, allowing himself to be felt. Out of every aura currently on Naboo, his would obviously be the most in tune with the Dark Side, and he hoped to attract the Sithspawn to him without needing to exert an overly large amount of effort through that fact. The sooner that the Sithspawn was off of this planet, the sooner that his mission could succeed. "That is a strange threat to come from the mouth of a Jedi." Xanthus said with a strange politeness and a voice just loud enough to be heard in the streets of Theed. Turning his eyes upwards, Xanthus looked at the Sithspawn for a moment before continuing. "Though she does have a point. This performance must come to a close. You need to come with me, Abalam. We are leaving this planet, immediately."

 

[GABA]

A smile curled on her lips as the other Sith appeared, Della's senses were always keen, having sensed the danger before he had arrived. The Corellian turned slightly, keeping both the new guest and the Sith Spawn within her sight, her lightsaber still gripped in her palm as her presence in the Force slowly revealed itself, she knew the Sith wasn't going to fall for her gig.

Keep your focus on Red Man, Ebb touched Della's mind.

By now, the Corellian gave the Sith assassin a full grin, "A strange threat?" she noted the lightsabers in his hands, "Does the Empress coddle you instead?" Ebb quirked an eyebrow to the Sith and took a step, the soles of her boots softly tapping on the stone road. Her senses intensified as she begun to circle the Sith, "Why are you and Abalam in such a hurry to leave? Kind of rude, you should at least give the local authorities a proper report, pay for the damages, you know, that positive image flarg your Lizard Lord is trying project while you oppress the masses," Ebb raised her fist dramatically, "Tyrannize the strong, cull the weak, rewrite history for all to know of the truths that were hidden!"

The Grand Master mused herself and gave an enthusiastic laugh, "Besides, I feel kind of hurt you're leaving so soon, I was really hoping you would have continued your crusade to flush out the light. I mean, by now you know I am a Jedi, a well familiar one, I'm sure my face is plastered on every holo-kiosk." the woman gave a cheeky shrug, "Enlighten me, seriously, what is the rush, no one seems to want to talk anymore."

 

[Noirceur]

Ashkrik parried several of the nightmare's attacks, but he was inevitably hit by a long sweep of his claws. He tried to connect a slash at the monster's arm, but he was instead hit with a flying kick, which hit him straight in the face, sending him tumbling backwards. Hitting the floor, he grunted, as a world of chaos sucitated around him. While he panted from his injury, he heard something that almost took the pain away.

A Jedi? The woman screaming bloody murder about the Empress' wrath was a Jedi? The Hutts paid well for Jedi. But the monster? He could make millions capturing it and selling him to the best bidder, for he knew the Jedi was clearly out of his league. Ashkrik held his bleeding side, and pulled out one of the monster's claws that was incrusted in his skin. Standing up, he took to his knucklers and said:

-"Stand back, Jedi, for this being is my quarry and I will see to his defeat!"- He said strongly. Though he didn't expect her to comply.

 

[Tara Bronwyn]

Tara shifted on her roof top keeping an eye on the situation below her. Her plan to smack the sith spawn around had ran into a problem to say the least. She had been content to allow the others to engage in first and swoop in once the spawn had been battered around a little bit. However, there seemed to be a bigger issue at foot. So, there was going to be a re-write on that plan. However, something else had got her attention, the people whom seemed to think conversating in the street was the best thing to do when a sith spawn was turning Theed into his play ground.

She leaned forward a bit, her interest suddenly piqued. Well, there would be people who might want to know about this. She debated moving to the ground, but in the height-ed states around her, she might be noticed, still she would need to be with in hearing range. She started to make her way over the ledge wishing this building was a conventionally constructed as the other. Her foot found a ledge and made her way along it, hoping people would be to distracted by the spawn to notice her at all.

As she made her way down from ledge to ledge she made her bets on who would be shot. She couldn't help but assume the yelling jedi was not going to come out of it well. Tara herself might have done something about except the current situation prevented her from drawing to much attention to herself, awkward questions might be asked. Keeping that in mind, as soon as she touched the ground she moved towards the wall of the building, baking on the the shadow coming off it to provide her with some coverage.

 

[TweedPawn]

He smiled and nodded at Ebberla's message. He had one plan that would really spice things up. He reached for a comlink and began to dial the local authorities. It was time to cut this fight short. The call went through and he was able to reach an operator that put Him in touch with the police. The operator assured him that the enforcers would be there quickly and in numbers. He smiled. There were advantages to Della's influences on Naboo. Her husband own one of the more powerful corporations on the planet.

It would take the authorities five minutes, at the most. In the meantime, he held Della's lightsaber. He could feel its core trying to burn his hand. It knew. It knew that Della was amiss. It was furious and it took the one inside of Della much effort to keep up a facade of being normal. He knew he was on borrowed time. For now, he had a mission from the Grandmaster. He stood ready, watching the entire scene.

Ah, finally he could hear the Authorties around the corner. Their shouts and cries commanded that all those near the Sithspawn remained calm and their weapons were now pointed to direct fire. It was tense. They were waiting for the actions of others.