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[Vulpes]

@Black Noise

The Codru-Ji Master reached her open hand out and concentrated her energy to send a stifling Force Push in Asger's direction, breaking the saberlock and avoiding the swing in the process. She hopped back, keeping a close eye on him, speaking up; "You can be saved, Just let me help you." She readjusted her lightsabers in her upper left and lower right hands, in a defensive position, in the event that he attacks again.

 

[Nor'baal]

''Hey, now there is no need to get all angry.'' urged Gallanto as he slowly backed away from the group of Rodian Thugs, collectors of some form, his left hand raised in an effort to placate their rising anger. ''I got you the saber, sure it isn't a real one, but you never actually said it had to be!'' he spluttered nervously. He was beginning to regret trying to double cross these guys, after all promising to get a real light-saber for them, and then trying to palm them off with a cheap replica was kind of asking for trouble. Watching as one of the men reached for his weapon, a snarl curling up on his lips, Gallanto decided that the time for talk was now over, and in a flash drew his side-arm with his right hand, and blew the back of the snarling Rodians skull out.

The shock of the attack momentarily stunned the thugs comrades, and he fired three more shots, one in the heart, the other two in the chests of the remaining thugs. Stepping over the smoking bodies of his fallen assailants, he plucked the credits he was owed from the mans still twitching hand, and took the fake light-saber hilt, clipping it back to his belt, before holstering his DL-44 Blaster Pistol. Still smelling burning, he checked his smugglers outfit, noting a black blaster burn, and was suddenly very relieved that he had chosen to wear his armor today, capable as it was to prevent blaster impacts from causing damage, and due to the armor-weave underlay, stopping stabs from sharp weapons.

Casting his gaze over to the Halo Gunship that was awaiting him, he began to head off in the direction of his vessel, gently putting his goggles down over his eyes, and activating his HUD to perform a final check on the area. The HUD displayed a full loadout of his weapons, the DL-44, its accompanying PSB-3hv, several thermal detonators and his back slung DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle. In his gloves, two concealed punch activated vibro-blades, whilst in his boots two dagger variants would be found. Walking over the the ship, and lowering the boarding ramp, he stopped, picking up an odd looking object his pilot droid must have dropped, a Vibro-Spade.

In the corner of his HUD however, something was not right, and he turned back to face the museum from which had just come. The sounds of combat could be heard, if only distantly, something akin to blades striking one another, several people struggling to outdo their enemies. One such man Alphonse Cunningham according to the HUD which cross-referenced the mans appearance to the Sith Database, could be seen now. Fraking hell, just my luck, thought Gallanto, before heading to cover behind one of the innumerable pillars that dominated the entrance to the museum. Taking the spade with him, the Hunter drew his DLT-19 Blaster, as well as dropping a thermal detonator to the floor in front of him.

Without warning he kicked the detonator towards the man, and opened fire with the DLT-19, spraying the Siths location with bullets, that would serve as an additional attack to the incoming detonator.

@M4TT

 

[Beta12]

Dyson could feel his jaw tightening as he watched the scene unfold before him. Though he had managed to handle the Padawan, sending him flying back toward his master, his partner had still not pushed forward with an attack. Judging from the sounds emanating from the larger exhibit rooms, everyone was caught up in their own various battles. He had seen members of the brotherhood while training, and they were likely handling themselves well. If his partner didn't follow through with his attacks on Master Novan, though, the young Zeltron would need an exit strategy. While he was still confident to fight the man he had originally set out to fight, he doubted heavily he could even begin to fight both master and apprentice.

Gavin came charging back up the hall with a confidence that built up on Dyson's own. With his lightsaber once again before him, the Zeltron doubted he would make the same mistake of his last attack twice. Instead of facing him head on in the doorway, where his movement would be rather cramped, the acrobat simply chose to yank his body back into the open exhibit room behind him. The open door and doorway soon erupted in sparks and light as Gavin's lightsaber carved into it. Dyson continued walking backward as the Padawan stepped fully into the open doorway. He thrust inward, the blade obviously meant to inflict a mortal wound. Dyson brought his own duel bladed light saber, now in both hands, into a spin before him. The counter clockwise motion of the saber parried the blade thrust before him. "Look. I don't want to hurt you." Dyson kept his voice low and cagey.

Dyson's saber halted abruptly as the young man stepped to the right and faced the direction of the Padawan in the doorway. With his duel bladed saber now held horizontally, the Zeltron pivoted further to the right, allowing his right most blade to swing toward the door and what might be Gavin's midsection. "I just want to make sure you don't kill me." His voice was pleasant enough, if not a bit pleading. His pheromones and empathy flowed forth in an attempt to help convince the man that he wasn't so bad.

 

[TAC]

The Jedi Master made quick work of the his opponent, relying on his decades of training and affinity with the force to out duel the man. While Larik had not wanted to kill his opponent, the man was just as skilled with a blade as the Corellian, which had caused overcompensation on the part of the Jedi. Both of the man's arms had been severed at the elbow, and although they had been cauterized, he had slipped into unconsciousness.

The Jedi would have tried to help the man, but he was concerned for the safety of the Padawan. His crippled opponent could wait. Turning on his heels Larik eyed Dyson as he pointed his blade at the Padawan's midsection. Calling his renewed strength in the Force around Dyson, Larik pushed hard, to throw him into the wall and away from the door.

 

[Black Noise]

@Vulpes

Asger flipped his blades after being repulsed, disengaging them as he did so. Shaking his head, the cyborg Jedi sighed deeply and responded to the Jedi's further attempts to 'turn' him back to the 'light.' It was, sad, at the least, annoying at the most. Without emotion, he responds, "You are blind, and I'm sorry you hold your hands over your eyes. If you ever wish to open and see the Light, come and find me."

At that, Asger turned and left. Utilizing the Force to increase the movement speed of his body, Asger fled.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse's head was turned toward the two dueling, until he sensed a new presence. A man threw a thermal detonator and kicked it toward the Sith, and he kicked it back out reflexively. The sphere swooshed through the air due to the powerful shot, and blew up several meters away, destroying a pillar, which came crashing down. As the blaster shots ensued, the Anzat ripped out his lightsaber and switched it on just as one of the charges reached him. He bounced four shots away, and rolled sideways behind another pillar.

Now that he was safe, Alphonse put his lightsaber back and took out both pistols. When the shots ended, he darted a glance outside of the cover, concealing as much of his body as he could, and fired a shot at the pillar the man was hiding behind. The second shot was aimed a bit outside of the cover, and the Sith concentrated on the Force to gently change its path toward the man. The line looped around the pillar and hopefully made contact. The Anzat hid again.

@Nor'baal

 

[Nor'baal]

Frak, cursed the man under his breath as he saw the pillar collapse out of the corner of his eye. His ire was only increased when he saw his rival swat his shots away in the common manner of the Force-Users of the Galaxy. A wise man had once said you cannot beat a good blaster at your side, and it appeared that his words carried value even today however, as his opponent drew fire-arms of his own, and fire two shots towards him. Ducking back behind his pillar as he saw the second shot come, curving slightly, Gallanto cursed one more when the blaster shot seared a long burn mark across his hat, fortunately avoiding damaging him personally.

Not cool Man, he thought, lamenting at the damage to his head-wear, he peered around the pillar once again, firing once more at the man on full-auto, hoping to shred the pillar he was hiding behind and maybe get some damage done in the process. At the same time, he could hear the commotion within the building, and feverently hoped he could be on his way if ever that fighting spilled outside.

@M4TT

 

[Raydo]

Gavin moved his lightsaber quickly back and blocked to slash from his opponent.

"Then leave me..." He began to say but was cut off by energy that rushed passed him and pushed the Zeltron backwards.

He took a step backwards and glancing at Larik. "...Alone.." He said quietly finishing his sentence.

Quickly turning his attention back to his opponent he pointed his lightsaber at a window behind the Zeltron . " Go. I can assure you we have no interest in you." He said with a new found confidence now that he had been joined by the Jedi Master.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse sensed the barrage of shots ramming into the pillar. There was a dent forming fast, and he knew he couldn't stay there longer. As the tower crumbled and fell, he used the smoke and dust as a cover, then ran to another one. As soon as he got there, he unleashed five shots toward the man and tilted their path toward his enemy. Once again, the Anzat hid, and looked down at his hand. A shot had glanced off his upper arm, and it burned slightly, but it was already regenerating. Thank the Force for his increased regen. Being an Anzat was great.

Sounds of battle raged from within the building as well, and the Sith could see some of what was happening through the windows. Soon, the warring Force users were bound to take the fight outside. When that happened, the Sith realized he might have to ally with the man he was shooting at.

@Nor'baal

 

[Beta12]

Sparks flashed along the entrance of the doorway once more as both blades met. The glow was actually pretty interesting, the way the green light of his saber would play off of his. The last true light saber battle he had been in almost had him killed, leaving a big scar on his thigh as a reminder. While the show was pretty spectacular, Dyson wouldn't get distracted by them. He had seen what could be accomplished with his type of weapon, and he didn't plan on loosing a limb any time soon.

When Gavin first began to speak, Dyson really wasn't sure what to say. Either his opponent was as not interested in fighting as he was, or his manipulative tendencies had finally done the trick. There wasn't time to respond. Gavin couldn't even finish his sentence before Dyson's world turned upside down and the Zeltron was officially airborne. The cold stone of the wall meet the side of his head and torso with enough for to make the young man black out for a second. When his eyes opened, he was curled to the wall at one end of the exhibit hall. The Padawan that had been his enemy said a few words, but Dyson couldn't make them out past the constant ringing in his head.

"Kriff.." He muttered weekly, only now noticing the Padawan pointing in the direction of the window. With wobbling arms the Zeltron gathered his now deactivated saber and managed to pull himself up. After spending a few brief moments collecting himself Dyson finally began to stumble forward. The fog in his head had cleared considerably by the time he had made his way over to the large pieces of glass. One window still hung open from some brother hood members previous infiltration, and within moments he found himself at its sill. Dyson spared a glance back toward the man, and the darkness behind him that likely hid his master. "Yeah, I can tell you don't." He muttered, turning back around to gaze out the window. He would wait for a moment, in case anymore words were to be shared, if not, he would climb out the window soon enough.

 

[Nor'baal]

Frakking hell, cursed Gallanto as he dived for cover, his DLT-19 taking a shot on its barrel from one of the incoming blasters. I've had enough of this, he thought to himself as he stowed the weapon and drew his DL-44 Pistols, their heavier caliber being of greater use now in this situation. Kicking two grenades, one to the right of his target, one to the left, he rose from cover, firing the two heavy blasters at the man, getting off 6 shots before the detonations would happen.

Should the man move from cover, or dodge the detonations, he would fire once more, aiming to soften his target as it bolted.

@M4TT

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse chuckled. How could the man have forgotten? He was a Sith. As the grenades flew at him, the Anzat used the Force to push them back, midair. He heard them explode a few meters away as one of the blaster shots from the man made impact with his own detonators. Three more pillars fell. At this rate, the entire kriffin building is gonna collapse, the Acolyte thought to himself. The heavy fire made pummeled his cover mercilessly, so he decided to move. He stood up and took out his lightsaber, then ignited it. The crimson blade illuminated the area through the smoke, and he could see about two meters ahead.

The Acolyte ran out of the cover, either dodging shots, or redirecting them with his lightsaber. A glancing shot flew off his shoulder, and another ripped a hole through his hat, which flew off, smoldering. He dashed for another pillar, and he suspected the man's fire would follow him, so he threw his trenchcoat down there and yelled. "Alright, you've got me! You've tore my arm apart!"

Now, he ran around the pillar, and to another, using Force stealth to cloak himself. The bounty hunter or whatever he was would probably approach the cloak, thinking it's a corpse. Once he did, Alphonse would poke holes into him with the lightsaber, from behind.

@Nor'baal

 

[TAC]

"You know, you're wrong." The Jedi Master said in a low tone as the young Zeltron was about to make his leave. The sound of Larik's lightsaber extinguishing filled the room, like vaper sizzling as it evaporated off of a hot pan, and the room now only illuminated by the young Padawan's weapon. It was dead quiet besides the low hum of Gavin's lightsaber, but as Larik took slow, determined steps towards the young man at the window, his heels clicked against the cold marble floor.

"I heard you speak to the Padawan about the Jedi and what they did." The man's voice was clear, but uninviting to questions. His face would be cast in shadow, the light coming in from the window doing little more then hinting at the features of his face. The green light contributed to the eeriness of what the Corellian was saying, how he was speaking. "You recognized me, yes? I am Larik Novan. I have heard the stories of how the Jedi betrayed the galaxy, betrayed the Republic... and betrayed Coruscant." There was an obvious but hanging on the edge of the man's words, a hidden truth he was not forthcoming with. His tone was clear, however, and the authority in the aging man's voice even still did nothing but capture the room with his presence.

"You speak, young man, as if the Fall of Coruscant was something that you experienced. That, as you declared, was the sin you were willing to fight and kill me because of." A passing speeder temporarily cast its lights into the window as it passed by, illuminating the Jedi's face. The man's blue eyes were ablaze, a determined and contained expression of pain unmoving as the light passed on. "Tell me why," he said simply.

@Beta12 @Raydo

 

[Nor'baal]

Bloody force users, snarled the man as he was forced to once again move - this time due to his own grenades detonating pillars all around him. The Hunter had to admit he was impressed by the mans speed, and his hot-headed haste with which he used his stealth. Unfortunately, with Gallantos HUD active, he simple continued to track the mans heat signature, but not before he had fired several shots off at the mans discarded coat. Cursing is trigger finger, he spun to face the man - hopefully now at short range, and fired rapidly toward him, whilst taking steps back-wards, away from his assailant, and in the direction of his waiting Gun-Ship.

Shots fired from his DL-44's, he watched as the man closed in - only hoping that the heavy blaster shots, in such volume at this range, would make it through the mans saber. He readied himself to roll out of the way, or kick the man - entering Melee if required.

@M4TT

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Alphonse was somewhat dissapointed that his little trick had not worked, but he sure had more up his sleeve.
As the hunter unleashed shots from his blaster like crazy, the Anzat deflected them, toward the man. Nothing could break a lightsaber, and blasters definitely wouldn't be able to. As the man's charges were used against him, the Sith stuck his leg out and flung it in a single circular motion. This was bound to make the man lose his footing and fall, if the blow made contact.

Rage fueled him. The jacket was laying, hole-riddled, discarded beneath a broken pillar, and that made him very mad. The kick was aided by the darkside, which was channeled through his anger. The Anzat knew he was being dramatic, but that was on purpose, so that he would be more powerful.

@Nor'baal