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[Orenth]

THEME
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The strangeness of the world in front of his cockpit caused a perpetual expression of awe and wariness. The Jedi flew by several towering statues of of cloaked figures. His ship slowed and banked to get a view of them and for a moment in the crimson light of the red sun. He was tempted to examine the location further but the Lancer class pursuit craft was head to Vakeyya which had a place for him to park while on the planet. There was Soco-Jarel Spaceport too as an alternative option but that was his second choice.

The Knight had been unheard from until recently. While Byron wasn't a shadow, he had kept to himself like one. The craft he piloted held some new additions the man acquired not long. He was rather impressed with is wardrobe options considering it wasn't very jedi like. Is this what Lando Calrissian felt like? It's nice not having to wash the same two sets of clothes. That thought was including his flight suit when he first joined the order.

His custom sidearm was on his right. The carbine he had made for himself was in his weapons locker along with ammunition. The Knight couldn't fly his starfighter for this sort of thing in his mind. It was better that he took a vessel capable of cargo hauling given he wanted to have a terrestrial transport as soon as he touched terra ferma. This took the form of an older but still working 74-Y model speeder bike. R5-S5, 'Arsy', the astromech that was his only crew was a recent addition to the ship as well. The machine would stay with the ship and let him know if any funny business happened. Otherwise it was ordered to stay in lower power and watch over the ship until he got back, purging the logs if anybody attempted to break in.

With a howl the bike accelerated and sped through the streets of the city. He wondered how long it would take him. Risking looking at the personav, Byron knew his was no less aware of his surroundings. Hints at possible smuggling had brough Byron to Sorroco. He wasn't law enforcement in the exact since like Sector Rangers but he pursued historical artifacts especially when it related to Jedi or Sith. Even if it wasn't anything like that, it was enough to possibly lead back to a larger dark sect of the underworld.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The light peeked through the blinds of her room where she was staying temporarily as she searched for her crystal. There was a hesitation to get up, she had not had a morning in a while where she could just sleep in and not have to worry about the day's responsibilities. She pulled the blanket to her head however, it felt like time was passing too quickly as the rays of the morning sun made their way up her body before settling across her eyes. Tia turned over, but it was too late, she was awake now and she quickly got herself ready. Dressed to not give herself away as a Sith or even a Force user, she double checked to make sure everything was inside before swinging it over her shoulder and leaving.

Normally her work lead her with informant meetings throughout the night, but for this errand, she decided to try something a bit different as she climbed onto her speeder bike and took off. She followed the maze of streets into the seedier parts of the smuggler haven.

Her red hair whipped behind her head as she weaved between others who were either ending their day or heading to work on the outskirts of the port city. The bike only slowing when she neared the meeting location; she found herself a bit more relaxed with this task, allowing for her informant to find the information the evening before and she would check in the following morning. It has been a task that has taken several days so far, no success, so she hoped this morning there would be a better lead. Her mind went over the possible outcomes of this meeting as she made the rest of the way by foot to a diner not too far away. Trekking through the dusty and grimy allies, she found the corner restaurant and headed inside, taking a seat in the usual meeting spot as she waited for her guests' arrival.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Street after street and building after building zipped past as a continuous blur. His hips shifted on the bike and the controls moved the bike like an extension of the Jedi before he began to slow. The space port was an obvious place for the routing of all goods on and off the planet. A more helpful lead pulled him further to the edge of the city. Public establishments but that were not crowded were good meeting spots.

It was easy to spot a tail the closer one venture to the outskirts but that went both ways. The bike slowed and its engine wound down in turn. The Jedi was keeping an eye as well as his sense, far reaching in their search. But one thing stood out more than most. A limousine pulled into the lane, its driver causing the man to break even further and slow.

The bearded man's eyes looked in through the back window of the luxury vehicle's cockpit pod to see what kind of rude pilot was inside only to see it was a droid. However, the passengers that he glanced at had something that caught his eye, or rather it was what they were looking at in high definition on their display that grabbed Byron's attention. It showed an unrecognized figure weilding a lightsaber and fighting off incoming blaster bolts and attacks. It was a brief recording and what stopped the man from looking further was a hand holding a saber, this one not holographic but one of the occupants. Byron couldn't hear what was being said inside the vehicle but the smiles on their face the malicious pleasantness radiated from inside.

Lightsaber collector. Well that was a lead and Byron was happy to pursue it. His own lightsaber had been lost on more than one occasion. There was still a bounty out on lightsabers as far as he knew in some areas of the galaxy. The Knight wasn't sure how they got that but it looked to be nothing short of a snuff film.

The Jedi remained behind the cloud-car like limousine and kept as good a distance as he could manage given the situation. The opulent craft came around to a restaurant. Byron parked his speeder bike half a block away and would make his way towards the restaurant on foot. Byron's eyes looked around to see vantage points or other routes of access but the area was sparse compared to the dense city center.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat sat at the table, making sure she was able to face the entrance as well as the back way to the eating area of where she sat. She checked the chrono, finding her informant was not on time today, which could mean a couple things; one, she could be dead, or two, she just did not have the information that would benefit Tiamat. Regardless, neither would bother the young sith woman as she ordered herself breakfast and practicing some self-control as to not inhale the entire bowl of biscuits and gravy as soon as they arrived.

It was a different crowd that came in at this time of day, generally those who were just looking to make a living; though while there were those who had their own agenda when they came inside, the atmosphere was certainly calmer, and for many of her background would find it unsettling. Tiamat cut into the soft biscuit with her spoon and picked up enough gravy to cover it before popping it into her mouth. She quietly watched the next set of beings entering into the diner, noting they were not the regular crowd who came in at this hour, but there was something that felt, off. She took another bite, thinking, feeling and then as she reached deeper into the Force, she felt it, "Byron..." she whispered and set down her spoon. Her gaze dropped to the table as she reached outward, trying to decide what she would do next.

By now her informant was not coming, and as her gaze settled onto her breakfast, she decided to quickly scoop a few more bites in case it would be a while before she had this again. Besides, it gave her an extra moment to figure out why the kriff Byron was on this world.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Byron made his way closer to the side of the restaurant. He saw what looked like everyone except the driver get out of the vehicle and make their way inside. The Knight stepped around the corner, not seeing the redhead at first as she looked down at the table. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up and he felt something from inside. He didn't want to look inside before entering.

Taking only a few steps in and looking deeper into the restaurant Byron saw the collectors getting a table. But his attention was immediatly drawn to the all too familiar appearance of the young redhead. "...they sell pie here?..." His voice calm and even to not be loud and draw attention from any of the other patrons.

Provided he didn't get immediatly attacked by Tiamat, Byron would move to sit across from her, keeping his hands in her view. Moreso to not stand up and out, which would not draw attention from the blackmarketeers he had originally followed, but also keep the other patrons safe since she might feel like she needed to hurt others. "I doubt they have dewberry but I can ask."

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She was not at all surprised to see him, the Knight had the habit of being at places where she least expected. Though she kept hardened features, when she heard him speak, she was unable to hold back a smile. Byron sat down across from her, she could feel his caution, uneasiness of her presence because of the path she chose. She assumed he believed she would straight up murder a whole diner for the fun, but that seemed to be a fault of the Jedi. Not all Sith were hotheaded berserkers, though she certainly had a temper, no one was in immediate risk for harm. Any other jedi, they may have been since they tended to draw in enemies.

He mentioned his doubts about dewberries and she nodded, "I was here yesterday, they do not." she sighed, "Just some gross filling called, mincemeat." she lowered her voice to avoid being overhead, and made a face of clear disgust for what many here considered a delicacy.

Tia leaned back in her seat, a serving droid came over, filling two cups with caf before wheeling away. She watched it for a moment, seeming to lose herself in her thoughts, but turned her attention back to Bryon. "So, lets jump right in because I've been busy lately." she started, "If the Jedi have sent you to drag me back to that prison, its not going to end well for you." she warned, a sharp glare accompanied her words while the chill of the dark side brushed along the back of Byron's neck.

"I was shocked that the Jedi supported such measures to keep me subdued." she scoffed and instinctively rubbed the inside of her arm where she had the most marks. The droid returned to take their orders and Tiamat ordered herself eggs and nerf bacon first; the droid would take the order from Byron also before leaving the two again.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Byron had only just arrived on the planet but Tiamat had been here at least since yesterday. He wondered if she was alone like the other times he had encountered her. "How long you been in town?" His tone casual, picking up and also wanting to just have a relaxed conversation with her.

The droid that came by would serve them both. Byron moved his hand above the table silently but making sure it was out of sight from the other resturant patrons. The server droid would pour their cafe, and leave without either the Sith or Jedi speaking. The technometry techniques were become more usable the more that Byron practiced and he expected the cybernetic was partially to blame for that.

"I'm not here to take you back." He shook his head and looked past her, keeping an eye on the lightsaber collectors. They were getting their order put in with the server droid before it came back around again. "I'll get the breakfast wrap." He said. It would be more like a burrito with all the breakfast fixins. It would just be easier to carry if he had to eat and go somewhere, which he was fully expecting despite having his butt planted in a restaurant booth.

Coming back to Tiamat, he wondered how much of their interaction she remembered. She had been sedated and imprisoned then too. "Thankfully this wasn't a battlefield." She had threatened to kill him the next time they met in such an environment. "....someday huh?..." Letting his sense reach outward his eyes looked out the window of the diner. "....any plans for the rest of this one?" His gaze returning to look at the reclined redhead across from him.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She starred at him while the Force coiled around his words when he declared he was not here to take her back. She remained silent, and in stillness deciding there was truth to his words as he never once attempted to take her back with him to the Jedi Order. Tiamat leaned back in her seat, shoulders relaxed as she picked up the caf mug and took a sip.

She remembered bits and pieces from their conversation while she was imprisoned, it all still seemed cloudy, echoes of voices, brief glimpses of faces during her interrogations. Though she did remember for certain when she saw Byron, relief and calm came with him. Though ambivalence existed and she remember her warning to him, someday was clearly not today. She was not here carrying out battle orders, and here on her own accord of something she searched for a while now. The food arrived and Tiamat's serious demeanor changed to more chipper as she was about to dig into her food.

"Today?" she questioned out loud, "I was supposed to have plans, but they seemed to not be available today." she explained cutting into her eggs and taking a bite. "And what brings a Knight out to this part of the galaxy?" she asked, "It seems a bit obscure."

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Byron would take a sip of his caf as Tiamat answered. She was clever and wanted to not stay on her, as usual. "Lots of things." He replied cooly. But his eyes would glance beyond the young woman and to those he had really followed to the diner.

When the food came he would dig in. His own appetite had grown more than he had realized and the smell of a hot meal was enough to make his stomach grumble. His bearded jaw was working, giving Byron time to think a bit more about his answer. He waited to make sure he wasn't showing Tiamat his food. The man's mother had at least instilled good table manners in him. "...following a smuggling ring. Found a new lead and now I'm here." His eyes focused on the redhead again. A bit of yoke got stuck on her mouth and he raised an index finger to his own chin and mimed cleaning it. "You got some..." The lightsaber hilt was a new one certainly. But he was following artifacts specifically. The lightsaber hilt was simply a professional tangent. Plus it could lead him to other smugglers and web of contacts.

"...but..." He said to signal he was continuing, before taking a breath and sighing. "...If it turns out to be nothing I'll probably head over to the space port to see if I can get a ship." One of his old ones to be exact. The Sith had taken two ships he had possessed. It was a slim chance but checking the underworld for pirated goodies was worth the trip. So far, all his words and intentions were true. Either she would decline and continue whatever business she had or join him. The man doubted Tiamat trusted him with enough information to knowingly help her. He was still a Jedi Knight.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He was just as vague and the redhead grinned with bit of playful delight in the game. However, he seemed to drop more clues as to why he was here; smugglers seemed on par with what Jedi did, it wasn't too different when she was in search of something. Smugglers made easy targets and even bigger credits when you found what you need and more. He hinted to his own chin when he looked at her and Tiamat became suddenly aware of the yolk on her chin and quickly wiped it away. She took a sip of her caf as he further explained if things were not as to plan.

An eyebrow rose with interest as she recalled when she first met him he was looking for a ship. "You seem to have some poor luck when it comes to ships." she observed but seemed humored by it.

"Well, since I have nothing else to do, why don't I help you with these smugglers." she offered, "You know just in case you can't do something because Jedi reasons, I certainly can get the job done." Tia rose her eyebrows as she popped another bite of egg into her mouth. Besides, there might be something of value she could gain from this also.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Byron chuckled a little as he thought about his past vessels. From starfighter to blastboat, industrial tugs and bulk cruisers, he had flown plenty of ships, many of which he personally owned and subsequently sold. Byron had a feeling she knew much more than she let on.

The bearded man cocked any eyebrow but bit down onto a piece of crispy bacon. He did not doubt that her methods would work in the end. "Lyra, thanks. But I don't think that loophole really works in the end. Besides. I have my own methods that should be good enough." Byron drank a bit of his caf and flagged down the server. His hand reaching out to touch the droid's empty serving arm with a brush. +Biscuits and gravy, please and thanks.+ He said to the machine. The man was still hungry and knew eggs and bacon would still leave him with a bit of empty space in his stomach. Without any pie, the calorie burning lifestyle needed to be satisified. Plus something he hadn't had yet smelled tasty.

"...but if you still want to come, and follow my lead...I won't say no." He could use some help and the young woman had a knack for surprising him. "I can show you how I get things done my way." The tone was meant to be more of an offer than anything seeing as she had an open day. This way the Sith would also remain in his sight for a bit longer. The truth of the matter was he dreaded her absence and didn't want her to leave.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She continued on her plate, not leaving a crumb as she popped the last piece of bacon into her mouth, wondering if she should have ordered a larger plate. Instead, she decided to fill herself up with the caf while Bryon declined her ways of getting the job done, though she wondered where his limitations sat. If Denon was any indication, she wondered how poorly this job was going to go before they-or he-made any headway.

However, in the end, he agreed if she still wished to come along, but made it clear he was in charge and she may need to follow his rules. The cogs were already turning in the young woman's head as too how things could go and what she could do while still playing in the goody-good-guys rules.

"Alright, when do we leave?" she asked.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Byron felt a bit of relief at hearing her agree to his terms. When his added order of food came he moved one of the biscuits to his plate and began eating one. Sliding the plate the biscuits had been served on between the two of them he offered the young woman.

When the bearded jedi finished chewing his first bite of the savory food he would answer her. "If you're finished we can leave soon." He took another bite, shoveling it a bit less gracefully than the first bite. But by the Force it tasted like some salt filled goodness. Wiping a bit of dripped gravy from his beard, Byron stood up and paid for his food.

THEME​

Turning towards the table with the three individuals he was following, Byron walked up to the booth and stood at the end. His hand hovered behind the devaronian at the table sporting one broken horn. He was the biggest guy who he could see had a blaster stowed on his hip. He would go first and his head would fall to the side limp and was followed by the rest of the body. The Mirialian across from him, he hoped Lyra would get and not hurt him too much. But that was why he had put in expectations of restraint earlier. He knew he was going to be doing what was coming next.

The Collector, a Gran, stopped eating some sort of omelet and hash they had. The goat like being Byron had seen in the limo still probably had the lightsaber. He tried to speak with a mouth full of partially chewed food. "Who the heck are you an-" His six digited hands set down the fork and knife they were holding, helping the criminal collect himself at this sudden stranger's approach. The tone said he was trying to keep face and not seem intimidated. "Looking for the location of Jedi and Sith artifacts. Like that lightsaber you have." Byron hated waiting if he could avoid it. It certainly got his attention. He slid into the booth and shoved the big guy deeper in.

The Jedi also did not want to raise an alarm. The collector found himself dragged with his arms across the table until each wrist was in a tight gauntleted grip of Byron. "You're going to answer my questions and your going to do so truthfully. Do you know why? Because you hate the pain of lying. You fear it right? Remember...answer honestly." The Knight stared intensely into the eyes of the man. He looked around, wondering to see if anyone was going to help him. But unless he wanted to call for help, there wasn't anyone that seemed to have noticed the brunch table clattering.

"I'm not afraid of you." In response to the Gran's words, electricity coursed out of Byron's hands and into the Collector's body for only a moment. "Heartbeat, pupil dilation, not to mention you reek of deceit...I barely even need to use the Force to tell that you stink more than a fly on Reek bull's...you get the idea." The electrokenesis, otherwise known as electric judgement would not have been as effective on others. Byron still lacked mastery of the technique but the immoral heart and self loathing anchored the lightening as the Knight detected lies with his pressing willpower. Even in this Collector's eyes, he knew he had done wrong in the past and was not truly remorseful. But now that he knew there were consequences, a slave to his own wickedness, perhaps he would change from being so stubborn. It was that or keep getting shocked with lie after lie.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

More food arrived and Tiamat eyed what he had as he took a bite of the first biscuit and suddenly she felt regret she did not order that first. Though luckily he decided to share and pushed the plate to the center where the red head quickly snatched a biscuit for herself anything else that was left untouched. It was clear that her appetite was one thing that didn't change too much over the years. "Om, fin'eshed..." she said with a mouthful of biscuit and dropped some credits on the table for her food charge.

Tiamat slid out from the seat of the booth, following Byron only to be mildly surprised when he did not leave the diner and instead made his way over to a nearby table. She could feel the Force differently from him, the Light teetering in a balance that gave the Knight his control and power. Her eyebrows rose though as he quickly and effectively took care of several patrons at the table before turning his attention to the Gran. The move did not draw attention and she could admire such maneuvers as she has done similar in the past. As Byron took a seat, Tiamat sat next to the Gran, moving his plate to in front of her as she picked out a clean fork and helped herself to some of the untouched hash on the plate.

Byron explained his instructions and Tia was curious as to how fast a Jedi could get answers from a disagreeable three-eyed sheep. She scooped a bite into her mouth as the Gran showed defiance and Tiamat scoffed, shaking her head, not amused by its attempt to be brave, but Byron replied also, not in the way Tiamat expected as she paused in her bit, mid scoop to notice what the Jedi was doing. Her blue eyes widened and glanced at Byron and then back to the Gran with a coy smile, "Ooo, best put the ego aside and answer his questions." she advised.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Lyra scooted into the seat next to the Mirialan and ignored him. "What the-" Reaching across and helping herself to the Gran's food, the tattoo faced associate looked to be waiting to decide on which to a deal with. "...hey" Seeing Byron take hold of the collector's wrists made the bodyguard begin to rise. The knight turned his attention to him seeing as Lyra wasn't going to help him out after all. He wondered if it was her being passive aggressive.

Drawing a reverse grip vibro knife from his belt, the Mirialan lunged across the table. Byron pulled back into his seat and drew the Gran across the table causing the bodyguard to stab into the Gran's bicep and into the table. Byron let go of the wrist relating to the stabbing and brought it up to grab the back of the Mirialan's head and slam it down into the center of the table. The action caused all the silverware and platers to jump off the table for a few milimeters before clattering back down along with teh Mirialan back in his seat, unconcious and with a salt and pepper shaker imprint on his forehead.

The vibroblade still pinned the arm of the Gran to the table partially while Byron held his left wrist tightly. The vibro-function had turned off automatically as a safty feature on the model once the grip was released. Otherwise the lightsaber collector would have been hollering by now. Now things may have begun to escalate a bit more overtly. A sideways glare at Lyra as she busied herself with eating still ended when the gran spoke up again. "okay. alright, awarehouse okay? I've got a warehouse with credits and logs. I'll tell you what you want to know." He was telling the truth and not trying to deceive the Jedi. Byron was a bit distracted anyways but evidently smashing the face of your protector in one strike had worked. "Good. I'm going to take that knife out and you're going to take us to this warehouse." Byron eyed the wound and knew how to treat it after they left the diner. The criminal would live but have nasty scar and probably nerve damage. "and don't forget to tip your server."

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

There seemed to be a moment of confusion when Tiamat sat down and started eating off the plate, but was relatively unbothered by the annoyance of lesser beings. She watched carefully, seeing the Mirilian unable to sit by idly, drawing his vibroblade as he lunged across the table, nearly knocking the plate out of Tia's reach. The red haired woman gently lifted the plate with the Force, protecting it as Byron swiftly handled the situation, using the gran as a meat shield. Another grin crossed the woman's features, pleasantly surprised by the Jedi's choices currently.

She wondered if this was just for show or if he really genuinely used unorthodox measures.

However, it was enough to get the Gran to talk and Tia scooped a big spoonful of hash browns into her mouth before setting the plate down; Byron and the gran were clearly ready to leave and so would Tiamat. The Gran set down a handful of credits, clearly more than the total amount of the food on the table and it was probably all that he was carrying currently. Though she could feel his fear of the Jedi, knowing he was caught up in something unsavory.

"It better be the correct warehouse." Tiamat warned.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Helping the Gran leave the establishment with a few stares, they walked to the limo they had taken. The Collector's bodyguards were left in the booth where they were. "We're taking him to get attention." He said when the server droid looked at him with a blank expression. It wasn't a lie. Byron had every intention of attending to him.

"It is it -Ah.." The Gran replied to Tiamat but was pushed into the plush seat by Byron enough to make room for the redhead and himself. The driver, a droid that came along with the limousine, spoke up noting the injuries of its occupant. "Shall I route our way to the nearest hospital? You seem to be-" "He'll be fine." Byron answered for the man and looked to the wounded Gran.

"Your driver is waiting for directions." Byron looked at the center eye of the Gran so that he would know he was staring at him. People shifted between eyes, uncertain which one to look at as they searched for answers and any sign that would give them information. But Byron he just stared unflinchingly patient. After a loud swallowing of his own saliva, the Gran cleared his throat and gave the directions.

"Thank you." his left hand extended, holding its palm up for the Collector to come closer despite being so roughly handled earlier. If he wanted the Jedi to heal him and not use a first aid kit then he had best get closer. The opulent interior of the air speeder would have been something the man would have enjoyed if it were not under the circumstances. Clearly business had been good for the mover of illegal items. After a moment of hesitation the bloody arm extended with some wincing noises. When Byron placed his palm over the wound he kept it a few millimeters away. "It's going to be a bit of a ride... there's...refreshments. if you want them." he looked between the two beings he did not understand. They were not what the collector had expected of Jedi and he hoped they weren't Sith.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat glared at the Jedi when she felt the light side of the Force flow from him, healing their target despite him being a swindling scumbag. Her blue eyes went from Byron to settle on the Gran dangerously as he gestured for them to have refreshments. It was an odd suggestion, but she could tell the Gran was uncomfortable. Tiamat didn't get comfortable and the ride was not as long as he was implying; though for his position, it probably felt like a torturous long ride to the warehouse. If the girl had her way, she had more than likely siphoned off the information from the critter and then been on her own way. Less liability and quicker outcome.

When they neared the warehouse, Tia slid closer to the window to look out, frowning at the amount of security that surrounded it. She looked at the Bryon and then the Gran, "He's going to betray us." she stated flatly and sure enough, before the speeder came to a stop, the Gran flew out from his seat and was running up to his guard. Tia grabbed her saber and ducked low with Byron as she opened the door on the other side to crawl out and ignite her saber. The red blade hissed with as much frustration as she had building inside.

Byron's way or not, she wasn't going to leave full of holes.

@Darasuum

 

[Orenth]

Anger from Tiamat flared as he took care of the Gran's injury in the limousine. Byron didn't lie and had said he was going to take care them. But the redheaded Sith's glare persisted, earning a glance from the Jedi. Most of the time was spent in silence though. Byron did not fully heal the wound of the Gran though, letting the first aid kit do the rest.

"The rest you can do yourself." He said and scooted down to where the refreshments were. Pulling out the bottle, it was sealed and hadn't been opened. "Hmm.." He read the label but couldn't understand the language. There was aurebesh on the back that told him it was a kind of potent wine. Proceeding to open the bottle, Byron took a swig from it without putting it into a glass. Pulling one of the glasses aside he raised it to the light and rolled the stem in his fingers, like he was checking for water spots. Before arriving though he had returned the glass to its storage place and had taken a few more tastes of the wine.

Hearing Lyra's belief about the Gran, Byron huffed with a bit of a smirk. "Yup." A moment later, the door to the limosine popped open and the goat-like relic collector was running towards his associates. Byron carried the bottle out of the limousine in his right hand as the Gran began to shout. Reaching his left hand out, the fear of judgement, retribution and execution was flooding every fiber of the Gran's being. Byron pulled, a tendril of lightening starting from the chest of the Gran's torso and arching back to yank the collector through the air. The sudden conjuring of the electric lasso would be just as unpleasant for the Gran as the last time. As he came close, Byron slammed the bottle into the Gran mid-air to knock him out cold. The body clattered to the ground in a heap of limbs. That way at least he also wouldn't feel as much pain before lapsing into unconsciousness.

Byron looked across towards Tiamat, knowing she probably had wanted violence. The red saber glowed in her hand. Shouts of some people coming. The echo of clanking metal on duracrete as well. Battle droids and thugs most likely. "I hope you're happy."
He said and took one last sniff and sip of the wine before setting down the bottle which had a little bit of Gran blood on the side. It was a pretty sturdy bottle and had not cracked even without any reinforcement from the Force.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

She watched as he incapacitated the gran with another bolt, the energy wrapping around him like a lasso and holding him just long enough to hit him with the bottle of wine. Tia smiled as he looked at her unamused, hoping she was happy she was able to resort to such violence. But for the redhead this was just child games, the violence and blood shed she was used to would turn the stomachs of the strongest of beings. She heard something clanking against the duracrete and as the speeder started to take off, the woman grasped the vehicle with the Force, the engines whining against the will of the woman's power.

With a swipe of her arm, she sent the speeder through a line of thugs as they raised their weapons, sending many of them flying several meters away from the warehouse as well as picking up a couple bodies with the speeder and releasing it violently into the neighboring warehouse. Then she stopped, side stepping a bolt or two as she turned a coy glance to Byron.

"Sorry, I forgot," she extinguished her blade and gestured for him to continue, "Playing with your rules," her cheeks blushed and she let Byron take the lead.

@Darasuum