Imperial (Sc)Hutta

[Shere Solus]

Nar Shaddaa was familiar territory to the Cathar outlaw and one where he had multiple scores to settle, thus when he realized he could convince some Mandalorians that the Smuggler's Moon was Imperial territory and thus a good target to embarrass the Emperor-cub Elix he was jumping at the opportunity. Now he stood in an alley to a dark lower level street crowded with laborers and vagabonds whose shops sold spice for the upper levels gangs tied to the Imperial overlords. His beskar'gam was recognizable as one of Clan Solus ever since the Emperor's directive for their heads, oddly enough making his bounty as a Mandalorian higher than the bounty on his head as Shere Cann, and he had no inclination to hide that fact for it also induced a good deal of fear.

Hit them where it hurts the most," he said over the shared commlink with his two Mandalorian associates, one of which being the Morling whose fondness for frag grenades superseded his tactical awareness. He would be useful as distraction.

Shere moved out of the alleyway and into the nearest droid repair shop, which had no customers, and immediately aimed his blaster pistol at the store owner's chest. "Get me into the back room, Daruun-" the owner, visibly surprised that the gun-wielding Mandalorian knew him by his name, stood unmoving for a moment as he considered going for his own blaster. "If I need to shoot you I'll get your wife as well, now quick!" That threat was effective and both of them disappeared from view behind a curtain. There was a room there with one durasteel door and while Shere held his blaster aimed at the shop owner, the latter rang the bell. "It's me, o-" he glanced sideways to Shere, who now pointed the gun to the man's head, "-open up. I've got su'shi from the Twi'lek."

The door immediately opened. There was no real reason to be concerned with security in the lower levels when you were with an Empire-aligned gang.

@Darasuum @Critas

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Nar Shaddaa was as close to a home away from home to Dio as he could get. He had his business here and was trying to expand said business to become more beneficial to the war effort. He had been here for years, working for and against different cartels and gangs, balancing business and politics between the different groups. He knew the streets here, knew them well.

Diocletian wore his armor; however, he had a heavy city camouflage cloak over the top to hide its shape and color. Now the bounty that Imperial Republica had thrown out would cause Dio to change his habits to say the least. That might get a few extra looks and the snitches talking, trying to make a few credits to the bounty hunters or even the Hutts. They would have to be careful here, one false step and they could be on a prison barge heading back to IR space.

Currently Dio had no real beef with the Hutts. He was on even footing with almost all of the different crime organizations of the Smugglers Moon. He had a feeling that was about to change with this deal, but he certainly hoped not. He watched as Shere moved into the front of the shop and disappeared. Watching to see any reaction from the street, Dio paused around the corner. If anyone followed Shere into the shop, he would see him and surprise him.

After several heartbeats, Dio went to follow Shere into the shop as his backup. He knew Burkhart was still outside and would be their backup as well. Never hurt to double up on back up, plans within plans, all that. Dio rushed into the shop behind Shere and trained his bowcaster on the door as it opened to admit the owner. He slid into cover, eye over the top of the weapon to see if he would need to give covering fire to Shere.

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@Darasuum

 

[F2O2]

"Did you know that there are almost 75 kilometers of nerves in the human body, and that some are thick enough that if someone ripped them out of you, they could use them to strangle you to death? Isn't the human body fascinating?" F2O2 said excitedly to the "doctor" in the building who was currently patching up a vibroknife cut on another gang member. "I seek weapons that can cause great damage to organic beings, you are a doctor, tell me human, what weapons on this planet can I find that can cause great bodily harm and even death? It has been so long since I held a proper blaster!"

"Man, you're creepy for a protocol droid," muttered the twi'lek patient through gritted teeth as the "doctor" stitched her flesh back together.

"I am not creepy, I just have a complete medical programming, along with combat programming, and combat inhibition removed. It is every being's desire to be able to defend themselves, is it not?" F2 implored of the doctor.

"Uh...yeah dude whatever, go find a disruptor ok? Just....don't come back here right?"

"Ah! A disruptor blaster pistol! I have heard of these, they are very illegal and very efficient at killing. Although they do have drawbacks as well, like their illegal nature, which may lead to killing if discovered. Very interesting. Thank you doctor, I am almost saddened that I will never have need of your services because I am not flesh and blood, but metal which does not cut easily."

"Hey! Sushi's here!" came a gruff shout down the stairs from above.

 

[Demolly Ysirath]

Demolly's attention was caught by a man wearing armor that identified him as a member of Clan Solus. It had stopped her in her tracks and had her go around the corner of an ally to peer back out at him, about 27 meters away. The man ended up entering a shop, and shortly after so did another man.

Of course, she had looked around to make sure no one was staring at her and continued to do so to be safe, keeping her senses extended in case there were more and gathering the Force at the same time. Clan Solus once dogpiled on a few Sith so... there might be more. Though, if someone did see her she probably wouldn't set off too many alarm bells in their head. She was a short, young girl wearing an outfit that did not place her on any side of this clusterfark of a war.

And if she was being honest with herself, she didn't feel like she was on any side either. Her hands were, however, both wrapped around weapons. The left on one of her lightsabers, the right her blaster pistol, both pointed towards whatever person her focus was currently on. Both her hands were still under her skirt, obfuscating them and her weapons but she was ready to use them the second trouble reared it's head. That is, if it did.

She stayed only because she worried they were going to hurt someone, or cause chaos and engulf innocent lives in it. She knew she was in a city full of crime, but she was having a hard time turning away from something happening in front of her. As far as she was concerned, the mandalorians were no different from the hardcore Sith of both the Imperial Republica and Old Empire. Their actions on Kuat clearly showed their lack of care, as innocence suffered from it.

Demolly, of course, was not alone. Unfortunately, her brother was now following her around and they had one more traveler accompanying them this day.

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[Eddard Thul Drast]

Clan Solus... a thorn in the side of the Empire and a personal issue for himself as well.

But when the clan members were disrupting the Imperial Peace like this, what was a man to do but raise his blade? He sighed and checked himself over. He was armed with both of his pistols, in their holsters on his lower back, and both of his lightsabers were hidden in their holsters hidden behind his robes, again, on his lower back. He had come here to Imperial Hutta with Demolly and someone he hadn't met before, her brother if he recalled correctly.

The idea had been to get them both more interested in assisting his cause but it seemed that they were not going to be able to do that today. Instead it seemed like trouble may very well be afoot.

Interesting.

He took his mask off from the front of his belt and attached the half-mask to his face before moving his hands behind his back, his right hand unclipped a lightsaber and merely held it while his left hand did the same with his DH-7 blaster in it's stun mode. He tilted his head to the side slightly.

"I do believe that was a member of Clan Solus." he spoke loudly, clearly, so that Demolly and their companion could hear him but so could everyone else on the street, "Am I mistaken or is this going to turn into something interesting I wonder?"

He was readying himself with the Force already as well, his senses extending and his body poised.

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[KLT88]

"You sure know how to creep out the flesh-bags." KLT-88 beeped to his droid compatriot, F202, in a nigh unintelligable stream of beeps and boops. The sentients, as always, seemed to find his beeping all to funny, a fact whichsimply never stopped annoying KLT, but alas, it was ever thus. If he had eyes to roll, he would have done so, such was the ignorance of this particular batch of sentients. Yet, for all is anger, there was little he could do to express it, so KLT merely focused on his work - fixing up some pointless panel of lights and spinning dials that was affixed to the wall.

According to his internal mechanics guide, it was some sort of 'dimmer switch' - the sentient beings clearly adored being able to fruitles change the amount of light they got to sit in at a given time. Idiots.

He beeped to himself in anger, no doubt sounding cuddling and adorable to the organics, none of which could speak Binary to his knowledge, and continued with the task at hand, awaiting further direction from his erstwhile commander, F202.

@Clayton[/JUSTIFY]

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Back Alley ≜ Hippie Sabotage​

The great thing about being two meters tall was his ability to look over a crowd. Burkhart's blank armor blended well enough with the hive of scum and villany of the planet. He was probably marked as some simple brutish thug by post people. His eyes saw a red haired woman stop in her tracks and stare down the street towards his fellow mandalorians. He knew that seeing a warrior in public was sometimes awe inspiring but not exactly worthy of such a surprised look.

He had decided to see if some cheap vendor was selling anything that was at least half way decent fakes. Beeps by DR-3Y where expensive and he needed some good headphones. But it looked like this was going to have to wait considering a particularly sour looking man all but called out Clan Solus. Pompous air, young looking female sidekick. Yeah, they were probably Sith of some kind. It sounded like they just wanted the two Solus members dead considering they were announcing it outloud like they were. If bounty hunters were in the area they may hear and want to get in on the fun.

The Morling keyed his commlink in his helmet to inform his cohorts that were inside. "Looks like we goh soom companeh. One jobby sith by the looksovem an prolly soom huntahs comin. Might have one now, a squirrly lookin lass in the side ally that's got ah dangerous look about'er." His volume was low and he kept with the rest of the civilians nearby. It would seem that a lack of a T visor on his armor was a lucky factor to go unnoticed.

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[Jarek Ysirath]

Jarek had travelled to Nar Shadda with Demolly, and had been following her around the crowded streets of the dark ecumenopolis. Had. Unfortunately he had gotten distracted by a street vendor who was selling Beeps by DR-3Y. He didn't really know what they were, but the salesman's pitch was excellent and after a short haggling session he soon found himself the proud new owner of what was undoubtedly counterfeit audio bud. Dressed in plainclothes to blend in on the city planet, his lightsaber was well hidden behind his back underneath a grey and dark blue poncho. Loose fitting pants for ease of movement, a semi-tight shirt that wouldn't easily snag on anything, phrik backed gloves that went up to his forearm and a rather plain looking helmet that would blend right in with the sea of underworld denizens.

Of course now he was standing near the vendor, lost and confused. Watching a rather tall looking mercenary who had been also looking at a pair of the headphones that he had bought, Jarek scratched his neck before reaching for the button to activate his helmet comlink. "Sister, where are you?" He said none to quietly into the comlink as he craned his neck over the crowd looking around. It took a moment to find her but he managed to spot her half hiding in an alley. "Nevermind found yo- what the hell are you doing? Get your hands out of your skirt you weirdo." He said more quietly, almost whispering into the comlink inside his helmet as he blushed in embarrassment as he chided his sister.

It was then that a ripple seemed to travel through the crowd as Eddard shouted something about a Solus. While Nar Shadda was dangerous and most citizens at least knew how to defend themselves, most of them were wary of the possibility of a Solus terrorist attack as had been carried out on Onderon and Kuat. Most of the crowd hastened their pace as they sought to leave the crowded streets where Solus terrorists might be, regardless of the fact that the Mandalorian terrorists had never struck so far into the Imperial Hutta. Clenching his fists as he opened himself to the force, the wave of fear that had erupted among the pedestrians nearly masked the surging spike of terror that emanated from a small shop down the way.

Jostled by the crowd, Jarek instinctively slid a hand behind his back to clutch the hilt of his double bladed saber, his actions well masked by the pressing crowd as he was swept away from the vendor's stall by the churning mass of people. With no landmark except the exceptionally tall mercenary who stood out above the crowd by the vendor, Jarek had little choice but to begin to work his way through the crowd once more, senses alert as he moved in the general direction of where he had seen Demolly, using the tall mercenary as a reference point, while also keeping a good 10 meters between himself and the man who was still standing by the beeps vendor, so as not to give the impression that Jarek was trying to get close to him, in case he was the paranoid type.

@Faded Truth

 

[Shere Solus]

Standing in the opening was a rather dim-looking human in the white robes of a medical assistant, "Kriff," Shere muttered, "since when is there a doctor here?" It was the one rule in the underworld that medical professionals were left alone during violent gang struggles. After all, a doctor was much harder to come by than a blaster-wielding goon and you never knew when you needed someone to patch you up. Extending his left hand towards the shop owner he stunned him with his concealed stun prod, causing him to cramp up for a second and then slump to the floor. "You, get here-" he had directed his blaster to the doctor's assistant before he'd stunned the shop owner and was now motioning him to join them on their side of the durasteel door. "Lock that door. I don't want anyone going down there, or up-"

It was at this moment that Burkhart's warning buzzed into his helmet. Kriff. Shere cursed himself for thinking he could escape his bounty with the Solus before -naturally- the badgers got an even higher bounty on their Helmet for mere association with terrorist acts. He couldn't help but form the opinion that he'd be safer again as simply Shere Cann. After the assitant locked the door the old-fashioned way, with three steel keys and no fancy electronic lock you could slice into, Shere took the keys and told him to move to the far side of the room. "Dio, get eyes on the shop. And you-" Shere took off his helmet with his free hand, "-you're playing dress up."

Under constant threat of bodily harm and death, the doctor's assistant got dressed in Shere's beskar'gam -minus the jetboots- and only after the Cathar disabled the internal communicator, stun prod, HUD, computer spike and all other functions. Not only that, but Shere gagged him so he wouldn't be able to tell anyone that he wasn't a Mandalorian at all. The Cathar, now dressed in a simpler tunic, took the assistant's white coat and some extra garments from the shop owner's unconscious body to hide the jetboots from sight and look so harmless as possible. "Dio, tell the badgers they got a decoy incoming."

Shere looked at the assistant, who appeared to have gone mute from shock, without any sense of guilt for what was about to happen. "You better get real angry real quick, boy-" he shoved the helmet on the boy's head, "-there's a squirly looking lass in the side alley across the street to the right-" Shere said in a way that seemed rather fatherly, as if he was suddenly the boy's mentor before he pushed him through the curtain and into the shop. "-if you don't kill her I'm going to tear my claws through everyone you've ever loved and feast on their entrails." He knew that if a Sith was trying to sense any emotion coming from inside the shop they'd sense anger and desperation just before the gagged fool ran out into the shop. There was, however, something missing and Shere followed the goon into the shop where he took the shop owner's blaster and -without the goon seeing- removed the powerpack, before tossing it to them. "Make your shots count. We'll be watching."

Merely seconds later a man in Beskar'gam that obviously belonged to a Mandalorian of Clan Solus exited the shop with a pistol in his hand, searching from someone in Demolly's general direction.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian was covering the door to the outside from within the shop itself. He heard the commotion from Shere when he discovered the underworld street doc when there should have been none. Who puts a doctor in a repair shop, the place had to have the largest concentration of germs on the planet. On the other hand, Dio made a mental note of where the shop was in the future, never knew when you might need that street doc to patch you up on the low.

He heard Shere start to bark orders in the back and almost turned to go and see what the issue was when he heard Burkhart’s warning about Sith outside. So possibly two bad guys outside trying to stick their noses where they didn’t belong. It amused Dio to no end that they were called terrorists in the news when there was an open war going on. It truly proved the old adage that one mans patriot was another mans terrorist.

Hearing the ‘pep talk’ that Shere was giving the young doctors assistant, Dio knew it was time to move now. He started looking around the shop for anything he could use as a barricade. As this was a droid repair shop it had multiple machines and lots of large metal parts. Taking a moment, he grabbed three old droids and set them up on the counter with a short pipe where a carbine or blaster might appear to be. Cutting the lights in the shop turned the interior into an alcove of shadows, so the droids would appear to be men with guns should anyone rush into the shop.

Dio went to one side of the shop, the side away from the alley where the Sith had been seen. He set up a barricade there and sighted over the top of his bowcaster towards the doorway. He had full view of the doorway out and the doorway from the rear of the shop from his self-made bunker. On the shared comm channel he told the other Mando’s “Decoy outcoming. Act as if it were Shere and use him to ambush anyone who attacks.” He found the decoy in his scope as he exited the shop and watched closely to see if anyone would attack the decoy. The technical term would be over watch.

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@Darasuum
@Ecclessey

 

[F2O2]

"Thank your for the suggestion again," F2O2 said to the doctor, who muttered an awkward thank-you back, no doubt hoping he'd not see this droid or the results of his getting a hand on a disruptor ever. "Come on, KLT, let us leave and find some of these distruptor weapons. Can you imagine yourself with one hidden away? It would be quite the surprise for anyone who tried to take advantage of you," the droid said as he climbed the stairs leading up to a thick durasteel door.

It was found, unexpectedly, to be securely locked and with an old-fashioned key instead of an electronic lock. If F2O2 had eyelids, he would narrow his eyes in displeasure. "Oh my circuits, KLT we have been locked down here!" he exclaimed in surprised and annoyance.

"If that door is locked, there is likely trouble above. The lock sticks and is hard to unlock. Sometimes they have to cut their way in, so nobody locks it except in emergency," the doctor called up the stairs with a hint of concern lacing his voice.

F2O2 banged on the door, the sound of metal impacting metal echoed through the stairwell. He knelt and stuck his vocabulator next to the keyhole so his threat might make it through the otherwise thick metal. "Listen! Whoever is causing trouble out there, you better hope this door stays locked or I will personally harvest your adipose tissue, render it down, and use it as a lubricant to grease my gears, and this doctor down here will keep you alive so you can experience the entire ordeal, do you hear me?" He vocalized, adding a "pissed off" inflection.

"No I...Yes I will!" the doctor shouted, changing his mind mid-sentence on realizing he was stuck with a droid that would make such a threat.

F2 descended the stairs. "Is there another way out of here?"

The doctor's expression brightened up immediately at the thought of getting the droids far away from him as possible. "Yes, there is maintenance access through the boiler room, it leads to an alley on the other side of the building, not many people use it, there's a big rat colony nesting in the stairwell. They shouldn't bother you though," he said.

F2O2 tapped KLT on the dome and toddered off to the room that the doctor had mentioned. It appeared to house the HVAC system that supplied the building. A dirty workbench sat against one wall, and was covered in tools, greases, and various items in different states of disrepair. On the fair side of the room, there was another door with a non-functioning "EXIT" sign above it. Once KLT had gone through the door between this room and the room the doctor was in, F2O2 closed it behind them. "Those tenants upstairs are not very hospitable. Do you want to steal any of their tools?" F2 asked his fellow droid.

@Dread

 

[Demolly Ysirath]

As soon as Eddard shouted, Demolly ducked back into the ally safely-no one had choose to fire anything at that point, thankfully- and fully pulled out and ignited her purple saber for protection from possible incoming bolts afterwards. Ready and expecting some to come her way.

When she ducked back she noticed a tall man (@Darasuum)... standing still against the flow of the crowds panic. That was enough to send alarm bells off in her head and have her make a snap decision without any sort of hesitation, since she had been on the lookout for possible backup. She reached out with the Force immediately and gripped it around him, to force him to struggle against it and keep him busy.

At the same time, she talked quietly over her idiot brother through the comlink (@Arclight) because she wouldn't have cared about what he was going to say anyway, "Subdue tall guy." It wasn't a full sentence, but enough for him to understand what she wanted.

She didn't notice anyone exist the building since she was ducked back into the small alleyway, and even if she was still looking at the building it would've been hard to see through the crowd anyway.

 

[Eddard Thul Drast]

Somehow Eddard couldn't help but decide that today was going to be a long day. A long day with a lot of shouting, perhaps some daring-do and probably somebody was going to die. Now Eddard had no issues with the man who was going to die being him, provided that he died a good death and only after taking a few of them down.

And after living to see his seventieth birthday.

Drawing both of his weapons, Eddard frowned and took a step back, pivoting as he did so that he was staring directly across the street, the shop in the periphery of his vision to his left and an apartment block in the periphery to his right. He ignited his lightsaber in his right hand as he turned and held it across his chest.

He was... suspicious. By nature the man was paranoid as all hell and a Mandalorian stepping out into the street without back up, without a sword and without an advantage?

It went against everything he had ever known about the people and their culture - so he assumed this was where the ambush came out? His left hand raised the pistol and he was about to stun the 'Mandalorian' when a member of the gathered crowd, a street rat by all accounts, dashed up to the Mandalorian from the side and slashed his hamstrings with a vibroknife. When the Mandalorian fell to his knees, the street rat stabbed the man in the throat, tearing it out in a surge of viscera.

The group cheered as the street rat banged his hands against the helmet, doing an impromptu drum session right then and there.

Kid had rhythm.

Eddard was even more suspicious that the man hadn't been the Mandalorian now and his senses in the Force were ready for anything extra to occur - on the watch for something about to happen. The crowd had given him some space because of his ignited lightsaber but they knew enough about Sith not to run and panic considering the Sith were the owners of Imperial Hutta, the lawful people here, and the Mandalorians were a known and present enemy known for acts of terrorism.

Or war crimes, depending which way you looked at it.

Eddard just made ready, very much away that this was not the end of any of this - or convinced as much by his own paranoia if nothing else.

@Arclight @Dread @Clayton @Ecclessey @Critas @Nor'baal @Rimrald @Faded Truth

 

[KLT88]

Such elegance.

Such clunky grace.

To see the talented tormentors of the murderous Mandalorians in action, was something KLT-88 had never expected to see in person. So far, he had only seen such activities on 'SpaceTube', almost three times a day, sometimes on loop. They simply, where inspiring.

"An excellent stategem F202." KLT responded, after all, getting crushed by several tonnes of rubble was not how planned to end his day, or indeed, his week. Feeling the clunk on his dome, he followed his bi-pedal friend, and rolled along behind him, responding to F202s question on stealing tools, and briefly, considered staying behind to pick up a few things.

"No need, best get out as soon as possible." KLT replied matter-of-factly, listening to the sounds of violence behind the now closed door between F202, him and the combantants beyond the door. "Shall we?" he gestured in the opposite direction to the combat with his manipulator arm, indicating they oought to hasten their exit.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Fistful Of Silence ≜ The Glitch Mob​

The tall male did not take his eyes off the female. Once she produced some sort of object his alarm bells went off. Then he saw the purple energy blade and the hair on the back of his neck rose. Another bloody force user. He reached for his armor controls beneath the line of the crowd. While his own head and shoulders were broad and above the line his elbows and below were still hidden by the passing crowd. There seemed to be a grip on him, do doubt some of the sith's trickery and sorcerous ways at work. But it was not a strong one and Burkhart was known for his strength. He raised his hand resisting the grip and fired his wrist rocket at the woman as she tried to keep him secured with only some mild discomfort and a tiny bit slower than normal for his draw speed. She was attempting to grip his whole body but he was only moving his hands in response for the time being. His muscles bulged underneath his armor. It would seem the commotion of the crowd and the fact her hand using the mystical method would have very limited affect. The explosive would be able to pass through an opening in the crowd without issue though and did not require his constant attention.

She seemed to be holding a pistol in his direction but not firing it. Only ten meters away his rocket would have little distance to travel and the narrow alley the woman had ducked into would would allow virtually no cover. There were no civilians in the alley so he had no reservations on using the explosive on the saber Jockey.

With his hand easily activating his jetpack after firing the rocket he would soar into the air and back onto the building roof behind him. The burst from his jetpack allowed him to clear the crowd quickly and break away from any grip the woman was attempting on him. He rapidly ascended over the single story building, easily being within the combat range of his jetpack. Feeling the rocket would find his mark his yellow eyes picked up the abnormal movement in the crowd below. The morling brought around his hanging light repeater in a fluid motion now that his armor based weapon was spent. His eyes picked out another suspicious being that looked to have been making his way towards the lightsaber wielding woman. Hopefully Burkhart's fellow mandalorians would be able to deal with the loud mouth further down the street but for now he had to contend with two possible hostiles.

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[Jarek Ysirath]

"Subdue tall guy."

Jarek heard Demolly's voice come over the comlink as he began to grip his lightsaber behind his back, the crowd just beginning to pull him away from the Beeps vendor. Besides himself, the only tall guy that sprang to mind was the mercenary (@Darasuum) who had been perusing the stall next to him, and Jarek wasn't smart enough to question his sister's orders. Resisting the crowd as he pulled his lightsaber from behind his back and separating the twin hilts, with two sabers being better than the double-bladed configuration he usually stored it in within the crowds. He was on a mission and would not allow himself to be swept away as he might have without the order from his sister. Jarek broke through just in time to see the mercenary raising an arm towards the direction he had last seen his sister.

With the large mercenaries profile mostly to him, Jarek acted swiftly. Using the force energies he had begun gathering as soon as the shout of Solus had set the crowd into motion, Jarek thrust forward his left hand as the mercenary fired off his wrist rocket, releasing his unactivated saber and sending it flying forwards swiftly like a spear, propelled by the force at the huge target. Activating the saber as soon as it had crossed the short distance between them and was within effective range for a silent attack as the mercenary activated his jetpack, it was aimed at the mercenaries center of mass, his very large center of mass. The blade would first pierce his chest and then travel through it as the overly large mercenary began to fly upwards, piercing through his ribs and internal organs and continuing downwards into his guts as he soared into the air before ripping down through his lower body.

Activating his other saber in his right hand, held diagonally crosswise his body as he activated the first in order to defend himself should the Mercenary somehow have time to reach for a blaster and fire at him in between shooting the wrist rocket and activating his jetpack. Jarek would then call back his first saber as he watched for threats from elsewhere or from the mercenary he had hopefully just put out of the fight.

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[Demolly Ysirath]

Since her grip landed before the tall man (@Darasuum) moved to fire on her, she could feel his (the object she had gripped in her Force) struggles and movements. He was staring at her and his arm was moving up, slowed slightly by the grip, so she decided to get the hell out of dodge; even if she hadn't felt him in her grip, she still would've decided to prepare herself for a counter attack after gripping him anyway, by starting to take one step forward, dropping her blaster but keeping her lightsaber.

She started to take a step forward, with her right foot, when he began to raise his arm. As soon as she saw his arm fully up at her in the clearing between them, and fire, she finished her step putting her forward after, and ducked and pivoted at the same time around the corner she was at, putting herself outside of the small ally. She was in the small ally when he fired, but she hadn't stepped deep into it or anything, and was still near the corner, making it so it only required one step forward and a pivot to get out and around the corner. And she only had to finish her step and pivot after he fired. She ducked at the same time only as a safety precaution should the rocket somehow get close enough; and luckily for her it would be a useful safety precaution because he hadn't fired at her feet, which would've made her ducking pointless.

Simultaneously, when it came to the Force, her grip would drop on him when she saw his arm up, instead she'd use the the Force to push the rocket or whatever was heading towards her when she saw it—a small object—off course slightly after he fired, so it'd go down the small ally harmlessly. It was a large, wide push (though it wouldn't reach or push the tall man), so she didn't have to worry about accuracy that much. She dipped into the Force reserve she had been saving up from the start to boost the move.

Around the corner and protected from whatever would happen to the rocket in the small ally she'd keep moving, away from the small ally, looking around for whatever would come next. Though, her brothers lightsaber would ignite to kill the tall man as he was locked into the action of jetting off, making it unlikely that Demolly would need to worry about follow ups, but who knew.

Spoiler: OOC

tl;dr it's a long description but all she did was step and pivot/duck around the corner, out of the ally while pushing Burkhart's rocket off course slightly with a wide force push.

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[Shere Solus]

Shere pocketed the powerpack he had removed from the pistol and as the doctor's assistant wearing his Mandalorian armor was leaving the shop, Shere quickly crouched to the windows, out of sight from the street, he spotted the Sith who had ignited his lightsaber (@Nefieslab) and was about to stun the doctor's assistant, the crowd having dispersed between the Sith and the shop, when some random guy started moving towards the decoy.

Shere didn't bother to look, the decoy serving his intended purpose as it was clear that he had the focus from the Sith, who was watching him with apparent interest. Suddenly the doctor's assistant got attacked by a street rat and then Shere knew he underestimated the crowd. Dashing from his position and through the sliding door to the street, Shere managed to fire two quick shots at the Sith just as the vibro-knife went into the decoy's neck, first one at his shins and the second at the groin. The Sith's attention had been at the street rat's spectacle, watching the decoy get killed, and therefore wasn't as alert as he would've been without the decoy.

The crowd, who didn't stand in the way of the Sith when he had aimed to shoot the decoy, did not stand in the way when Shere fired at the Sith and with there being only twenty-three meters between them he needed to react within a second after Shere fired to have a small chance of being able to survive.

It almost ruined his aim, but at the same time of the decoy getting killed and Shere firing those shots, a small explosion occured thirty meters to his right and only just inside his peripheral vision. There wasn't time to think about the consequences or possibilities, however, for Shere knew that any second he took his focus off the Sith could be his last second of life and so he activated his jetboots and jumped to fly twelve meters to the one-story roof on the opposite side of the alley, which would only take one second to reach. He was lucky that him being out of armor meant he wasn't the obvious culprit for the two shots and that covering the alley only cost him a single second, meaning it would be impossible for his own bolts to be deflected back at him.

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[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian watched as the decoy left the shop, keeping his eye on the young doctor’s assistant that had been promoted to Mandalorian. He went on overwatch, searching for any sign of a threat that might make a move on the decoy. Having been warned about the Sith ( @Nefieslab ) in the street, he found the man and kept his eyes on him. It was easy as the man was standing in the middle of the street. As predicted the man pulled out a lightsaber and ignited it.

Rising from his hiding spot, Dio moved forward to the door. As the door slid open silently, Dio followed the running Shere to the door, stopping just inside the door to his east, using it as cover. Dio kept his Shriek-Hawk pointed at the now revealed Sith (@Nefieslab ) to his West, he stayed low. He would remain concealed to the Sith duo to the east (@Arclight ), concealed behind the wall at his back.

Without hesitation Dio fired three shots at the Sith to the West (@Nefieslab ), one directly at his chest just below his neck, the next at his pelvis and the third at his legs.The pattern and different trajectories would make the Sith make hard choices as to where he chose to attempt to block the shots.

Dio maintained his position, using the edge of the wall at his back to guard his six and the edge of the entryway at his front West as cover against the solo Sith (@Nefieslab). He is approximately 21 meters from the Eddard and 37 from Jerek with 28-29 meters from the fallen Demolly.

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The grip on him seemed to lessen the moment his rocket exploded. His right hand jerked up and back from the lack of resistance that now freed his hands and body. Burkhart needed his light repeater for what was to come next. His head turned to his right, habitually turning to not look away from the explosive and direct his attention to the other suspicious individual ( @Arclight ) in sight. His phrik coated forearm would come up in time to block the energy based weapon that partially caught him by surprised. But the blade had already touched the unprotected skin of his upper arm and gone through parts of his bicep and tricep until all the way until the tip barely graze the part of his torso underneath his right armpit.

Searing pain spread across his hand and forwarm since the weapon had the full length and force of the force throw behind it, making it surpass and bleed through some damage into the backside of his forearm as well as it batted the blade away. The thrown weapon for intended melee combat would drop to the ground towards the wall in a twirling fashion. The Morling would have grabbed it but he was not about to bend down and grab the weapon, he was already thinking of a different tangent of thought. Once again Burkhart was glad for having such large arms, not because they provided strength this time but because they had literally been a shield for his body's vital organs.

His phrik covered forearm was able to knock the blade away by the raising of his arm along with the rotation of his torso towards the other sith (@arc) so it was next to his bicep. The act tore even more of his arm leaving a line a few centimeters long along his upper arm.

He had been in enough scraps to know how badly injured he was. The Kelborn clan member knew he could no longer feasibly use his beviin light repeater slung on his body with his weakened hand. He would have to resort to his left hand for anything that required a solid grip if he did not want to deal with the pain. With a wince though he was still able to hit the controls of his jetpack and fly up and onto the roof behind him only a quick short burst, enough to clear the first floor roof by a meter before landing. The tendons and muscles on his right for manipulating the basic movements were still intact if not incapable of anything comprehensive. Mid air he drew his his strill blaster pistol to have at the ready in case aggressive male sith choose to chase him. For now his right arm hung at his side. He could still move it but he would not deny it that it hurt terribly and do little other than tap buttons on his other wrist.

The crowd was starting to freak out if they had not already. A smoking body in the street currently dying, an explosion, words of alleged terrorists on top of the open engagement going on out in front of the shop. Not that it was abnormal for Nar Shaddaa but it was in their best interest to get the heck out of the area. His peripherals, once on the roof would be able to make out the other sith and his own light sword. Man, there were a lot of dark siders here today.

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