Jakku'm up! (PvP)

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de arrived to the ancient city on his own volition, wanting no more than to cause a scene. Donning his black Gi, and matching armor underneath a brown robe, he strode into the city, keeping his hood up, to refrain from tipping off the general public of his affiliations. His lightsabers were tucked in tightly on either side of his hips, and he made his way to the nearby pub, sitting himself betwixt two rather large individuals; a Gammorean and a Barabel, both of them clutching a double pint of ale. The scaly one of the two turned to the Echani, and scoffed. "This ain't a place for yous, little human." He said taking a big gulp to finish off his mug.

"Yeh, bugger off, ye git," his Gammorean compadre chimed in.

"Two pints, barkeep." Hal said, holding up two fingers, ignoring both of the aliens' attempts to intimidate him. The two giants looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

"A'e ye def mate?! I said git!" The pigman said standing up to showcase his height. Halmo'de looked up at him with utter disinterest.

"No." He responded, plainly. To which, the Gammorean responded by pulling his battle axe from it's sheathe.

Not missing a beat, Hal slings his ale into the barabels eyes, then jams his elbow into the Gammoreans bloated gut, as he stood to his feet, knocking over his stool, with such fluidity that it all occurred in a blur.

Halmo'de turned back to the Barabel, pivoted and twirled into a heavy spinning hook kick, landing square against the back of the saurian's skull, causing him to slam downward into the bar, and fall out of his stool.

Halmo'de would then turn and leap, driving a knee into the pigman's chin. At this point, half of the bar stood to it's feet. The Barabel was out cold on the floor, and the Gammorean clamored to regain his footing, when his axe was yanked from his hand like it was nothing. Hal stood with the axe, at the ready, given his height, it would wield more like a poleaxe than a battle axe.

With a quick flourish, Hal would place the blade at the pigman's throat.

"Yer some kinda Jedi, ain't'cha?" The Gammorean growled, as a bead of sweat dripped like a tear from around his snout.

"Call me a Jedi again, and I'll turn this axe into a spit and roast you alive." He responded, his tone never reaching above his inside voice, even as blasters were aimed at him.

 

[Odric Arriston]

Jakku, a wrecked planet filled with nothing but foliage, scum, and scrap, not always in that order. The apprentice was getting sick of these constant tests that his master had given to him, Go here and do this, fight there and win that. Odric was beginning to get annoyed beyond belief, the young exile in training hasn't even been given a lightsaber yet. On his back, hidden under the large black cloak was a large vibroblade that was poking out into the top of his cloak with the hilt of its hand residing just behind his tailbone underneath. Odric's eyes from underneath the hood that obscured his face scanned the area for what it was his master told him to do. He saw a pub, bar, tavern, whatever you call it that the adults go to get drunk and wallow away in their self-pity, a good place to get answers.

The apprentice was instructed to dig up information about ships on Jakku, to see if he could find a working ship that was affordable at the right 'Cutting' price. He walked up to the pub entrance and then opened the door, the mention of a word that he tries not to think about, reminding him too much of his father. 'Jedi', Odric, as he'd just entered the door heard the word and all at once his caged hatred started to leak, conflict within him, fury, anger, much more so than any normal force user. It emanated from him like an overflowing aura of dark corruption, the dark side of the force was always so desperately trying to drag Odric down into its depths and yet, like a Templar, as he was training to be, restricted it and ordered it like a wild beast. The force, his presence sending a rippling tide through it as he stared at the man who presumed to threaten the Gammorean, he was no Jedi according to him, Odric couldn't care either way.

As he'd entered he saw all the blasters pointing towards the exile, the fact that he stood strong and didn't flinch to Odric indicated that he was a fool, one who could easily lose their life. "I'm looking for a ship, does anyone here own one." Odric said in his young voice, that of a fourteen-year-old, coaxing some strange looks from the patrons of the establishment. Little did they know that this young boy was more dangerous than they would expect. A couple of the patrons looked back and forth between Odric and the Exile, Odric steadily reached behind his back and took hold of the handle grip. "I'm looking for a ship, a decent sized one... Is anyone selling." Odric said in to follow up as if iterating his point. The apprentice knew full well this wasn't the place to get a ship but he could hardly ask the patrons for directions towards a shipyard, his eyes, hidden underneath the hood merely watched as this scene played out.

 

[Noris Cathro]

Tales of the shadow…

It had been some time ago when he received notice that perhaps a good portion of exiles were seeking refuge in the sacred villages upon Jakku. Thus, preferring solitude and working better alone, he traveled to the vast jungle planet. His presence had been well guarded, a series of brown robes and suppressed force sensitivity. The largest sacred village was in the Ravine, presumably that’s where this specific bar was as well.

He had little luck so far, either all the pilgrims were nonaligned to any force faction or the exiles present were superb at keeping their presence well hidden. Fortunately, in the jungle, sometimes the prey comes to you, unwillingly.

He was seated at a stool several meters away from the commotion. Brown, weighed eyes shifted upwards to glance at Hal as the man was able to defeat the Gammorean in combat. Not an easy feat mind you, though you wouldn’t necessarily be granted accolades especially if you were a force sensitive. A slight smile came to Noris’ lips, one of corrupted joy as he focused all his attention on the exile.

“How convenient for you to finally show up, I was beginning to grow impatient. Your attempts at being hidden are admirable, but you cannot hide from me, no matter which form you choose to wear..” His voice threatening as a wrist slid down to his waist and untucked the cloaks, revealing the presence of his lightsaber.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Ryttthhuk]

The Great Hunt has brought Ryttthhuk to the planet Jakku. It was boardcasted on the holonet that multiple Jedi Exiles as well as Jedi fought on the planet and sowed destruction in it's wake, killing civilians and having bounties of them being posted. Ryttthuk was sitting at a table off to the sides. He has all his gear on him, but he didn't have any weapons in hand, they were on his person. He watched as a man rather short person in brown robes took down some rather big aliens, that caught the Wookie's interest as he was intrigued how he did it with the greatest of ease. Then some more stuff happened, and then person shows up asking for a ship, and then another person shows up and then calls out the guy in the brown robes, as if he knows either who he is or or if he knows he is enemy. He then revealed his lightsaber... Looks like the call of this planet is strong. The Wookie is still at his table 20 meters away from the Jedi to his left. The wookie is just minding his own business for now, but lets see what happens for now...

 

[Zorin]

Zorin grumbles and sighs. He hates Jakku already; it's a worthless, uncivilized world. He has no idea why any beings had even bothered to settle near its jungles. It's nowhere.

But he's not looking for somewhere, or something, but someone. Namely, the Jedi Knight Noris Cathro.

After the embarrassing debacle on Prakith, Zorin's masters had told him to find and destroy a Jedi. And Zorin had been tracking this particular Jedi Shadow for days, waiting for the right moment to strike.

And right now was perfect. They are on a remote planet, the Jedi
is distracted--by another Exile, who could potentially help Zorin--and Zorin can sense yet another Force-user nearby, one who certainly isn't a Jedi.

Sneaking up behind Cathro, Zorin ignites his lightsaber...
@Faded Truth

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de turned his head to look at the Jedi, with the same disinterest he afforded the Gammorean and the Barabel. With a small scoff, Hal flourished the polearm twirling it over his head, and brought it down, diagonally upon the Gammoreans head, cleaving it in twain. With a dead Gammorean at his feet, green blood dripping from the curved blade of the axe, Halmo'de turned his body to face the Jedi.

"You speak as though you know who I am. If you value your health and wellness, you'll turn tail and leave. If not, you'll face a similar fate to this big, ugly oaf," he said bringing up his poleaxe, refraining from drawing his sabers unless absolutely necessary. The hum of vibromotor filled the air around him with a light whir that he could hear ever so faintly.

Halmo'de had almost missed the young boy in the doorway, staring at him intently. With a quick nod to him, he beckoned to the child, "Same goes for you, kid, beat it or die."

The heavily armed Wookiee at the far end of the bar did not go unnoticed either, though he was not acting in any threatening manner.

 

[Odric Arriston]

Caution, NPC's are now opening fire ​

It appeared that all at once, Jedi and Exiles alike were coming into the gray. It seemed that there was to be a battle, his eyes shifting to the left and to the right, ignoring the fact that the other exile had arguably threatened him. The ignition of a lightsaber that approached the Jedi from behind, the patrons of many that were watching the scene playing out before them, though the Wookiee garnished most of the Apprentice's attention amidst all this. The patrons of the pub, some as soon as the Gammorean died elected to leave, others with their blasters already aimed would, of course, open fire and focus it at the one who ignited their lightsaber as well as the exile who decapitated the Gammorean. One or two people walked ran past Odric on their way out, one of them was aiming to bash Odric out of the way on his exit. It appeared to be a Gand with a large blunt object and as it tried to bash Odric out the way, from behind those who viewed it if given the chance through blaster fire, they'd see the Gand stopped in its tracks and was pushed backward with a large stab wound in its chest region.

Odric had gathered that very anger he was harboring a moment ago, having focused it and released it all at once while stabbing the Gand in its chest, throwing backward to slide across the floor. Had the large alien taken him more seriously it probably wouldn't have died like that, normally kills are not this easy. Odric immediately dived to the right and behind some of the chairs and tables that were now vacant, avoiding the blaster fire as best he could on what appeared to be a free for all dogfight of sorts.

 

[Noris Cathro]

The Jedi’s eyes shifted to the side, catching glimpse of the other exile that had come to pursue him. Yes, he was aware of Zurin’s presence, in fact, he had been well aware of it since the man’s arrival. The elusive shadow didn’t garner a reputation for slaying exiles if he left scenarios to chance. No, he had planned this meticulously; a staged encounter so that he could slay Halmo’de and force a single combat with Zurin. Unfortunately Odric had to mess everything up, and the arrival of blaster wielding foes was unexpected as well.

He knew his enemies, he knew that Zurin would leap at the bait. Set the trap and let the mouse arrive, an old wise tale though it couldn’t be more accurate today. A sly smile crept on his face, “Seems your patience will be tried again, old friend..” Blaster fire commenced on the two exiles, he himself however had not drawn any weapons and was safe from peril, at least for now. This was not the situation to continue a confrontation, too many foes, too many angles to predict. He would wait and plan accordingly when the advantage was his own. As Zurin became pre-occupied with deflecting the blaster fire, as would be expected of a force sensitive wielding a lightsaber, Noris turned his full attention on the exile and shoved both his palms together towards him. A wave of Force Push hurled outwards and smashed at Zurin, relying on the fact that since the exile was focusing on the blasters, he would be unable to guard against his force attack. The timely opening would then allow Noris to dart into the streets, fleeing the scene.

@Odric @Faster Than Light @Gian Greydragon @SleepyJedi87

 

[Zorin]

As the hail of blasterfire begins, Zorin knows it will be the perfect distraction for the Jedi to escape. Rather than staying in place to deflect the blaster bolts, he ducks behind a table to his left, and blocks the Force Push when it comes.

Hoping to kill two birds with one stone, Zorin grabs an aggressive but small bar patron with the Force and Force-throws him at Cathros, with the intent to cut off the Jedi's escape.

The hostile attackers do not stop, though; an angry Devaronian steps forward and points a blaster at Zorin, who seems helpless in his position on the ground.

This is a mistake though, as Zorin stands up and Force-chokes the Devaronian, slicing her blaster off with his lightsaber.
@Faded Truth

 

[Ryttthhuk]

Once the Exile showed up from behind the Jedi and ignited his lightsaber, the odds shifted drastically in favour of the Exiles, who had two people with the Jedi being by himself. Ryttthhuk has no interest in fighting two people who have the force and lightsabers at the same time, and he had no intentions of shooting the Jedi in the back. Ryttthhuk is driven by the sport and thrill of the hunt, there is an art to it, but there is no honor nor is there any challenge in blind siding the Jedi and he knows that straight up attacking the Exiles isn't a good idea either. Lightsabers are the goal, not suicide. Before the place gets caught up in a chaotic mess, The wookie hunter cuts his losses and leaves, taking a back door out. With the wookie not acting in a threatening manner like some other aliens did, there would be no reason for anyone to keep the the tall heavy armed wookie from leaving.

/exit thread.

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de grinned and bound backward behind the bar, to wait out the flurry of blaster bolts. As he ducked down, the Bimm bartender brandished a pistol against him. "D-don't move!" He shouted just before the pistol began to seemingly disassemble itself, at the wave of Halmo'de's hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Give me the keys to your ship and you'll never hear from me again," Hal demanded, using the force to further sway the Bimm's hand.

"I will give you the keys to my ship," he spoke monotonously, as he handed him the key card. "I park in back of the shop."

"Good man. You know your place in this world," he said, and ducked out the back, cutting through the kitchen to the back alley, where he would find a dingy two-man shuttle. Opening the cab, he jumped into the cockpit and kicked on the ignition. From there, he'd soar off into space, and away from Jakku.

/Exit stage... Upward.

 

[Odric Arriston]

Odric had mocked the idea that the other Exile wanted to die because of his lack of care in these situations then Odric went ahead and made a blunder, having reactively defended himself and killed a patron that was planning to hurt him. Whether or not he could prove this to any law enforcement was inconsequential but he did see something, the Jedi leaping out in order to save his skin, the two exiles now the focus of fire from the blasters and a Wookiee who basically left, prompting Odric to follow a similar position. Odric made sure to keep his hood down, ditching the vibroblade next to the corpse he'd created. As all the focus fire of blasters was towards the counter where the Exiles were and Odric was near the entrance he did not want to be caught in the crossfire, keeping low he dived and rolled to the other side of the entrance then carefully made his way around the edges of the room, keeping underneath tables and chairs while moving hurriedly. He jumped over the counter and was about to exit the back door before he did he remembered what his master said. A camera can be just as bad as an eye-witness. Before he exited he checked to see if there were any cameras but because this was an ancient city, he needn't worry, there was no camera's close enough to ID him. This fight had only just started but it wouldn't be long before others would flock to the scene, Odric only had a minute or two to get away from this situation.

He exited the building quick enough to dart around behind the back of the buildings through some of the alleys, sensing life where he could before coming to a door building where there was very little life. He jumped up, grabbed hold of the railing and pulled himself up to the window, inside was a window lock to which, with his hand pushing at slight he pressed the button and opened the window for him to roll in. Five buildings down from the fight that was occurring, on the top floor of what appeared to be a ship component store, Odric rolled his eyes and tucked his combat belt, gloves, tunic top and cloak underneath one of the old shelves, pushing it right against the back before coming down the stairs where the shop owner and a few of its patrons were leaning against the window at the front of the store to try and get a see of what was going on. Odric was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and long black leggings, boots of the dark red kind on his feet. The apprentice rolled his eyes and looked through the components, the last thing any criminal would do would be to buy something, so he spoke up. "Shopkeep, How much is this exhaust control chip?" . The shop owner turned and looked at him before looking back outside, more interested in what was going on, he seemed to be a Geonosian. "100 credits" the shopowner said, which was just about all Odric had on him. Damn that stupid exile, not only did he cause a stupid seen in public and drag Odric into it but he also cost him money. Odric sighed, "I'd like to buy it now if I can." The shop owner looked at him again, curiously, raising a brow, questioning whether Odric had anything to do with what was going on, probably no given his age. "I have to get my ship fixed before my boss throws a fit, he's not going to care about a brawl so I can't afford to either." The Geonisian took to the air a bit and flew over, landing while helping Odric with the purchase, what little money he had been given was now , gone.

"Is there an exit where I won't get shot?" The Geonisian signaled to the side door before flying back to the window to continue looking, Odric went out the side door and with a shopping bag with components in it, made his way through the walkways. Seems his new master said something that came in handy, his face being hidden made for a good way to eliminate the possibility of him being ID'd. The fact that he was fourteen also made it less likely for him to be suspected and it wouldn't come to light that a fourteen-year-old was involved until after the fight had calmed down. That's where Odric was now as he calmly walked in the small crowd.

 

[Noris Cathro]

The shadow was too confident in predicting his enemies’ movements that he had miscalculated. The small bar patron flew straight into him, smashing against his torso and making him stagger back several paces. The patron lands to the ground in a thud, as Noris looks towards the last remaining Exile: Zurin. While his enemy is busy force choking and destroying the blaster, he realized that he would not be able to defend against any attacks at this point, as his abilities were focused on the Devaronian. He bull rushed the apprentice, attempting to tackle and hurl him against the shelf of top rated alcohol. Nothing more satisfying that seeing that liquor drench down on these lowlifes. He wicked his tongue out, licking parts of his lips in thirst, that mixed cocktail sure looked good.

@SleepyJedi87

 

[Zorin]

As Zorin finishes with the Devaronian, he is caught slightly off guard by the tackling Jedi, but managed to resist enough that he is only knocked to the ground.

Thinking quickly, he rolls to the left with his lightsaber held in his hand and begins to get up, slashing the air in front of the Jedi Knight to hold him off.

Zorin stands up and holds his lightsaber in a defensive position, ready for battle.
@Faded Truth

 

[Odric Arriston]

Along the crowd Odric was walking, he still needed to find a ship, and when he did he's at least have an exhaust control chip! Damn rip off merchant. His eyes shifted in section to section of the different members of society, the commotion behind him was beginning to fade in terms of sound but not in feeling. As he approached one of the complexes that dealt with travel he offered his ID and offered his ticket for the return trip to the freighter. The transport would not be taking off for another half hour though.

Odric went into one of the food stores and took a seat, ordering a small amount of food due to his lack of credits and some water, where he would remain until he was able to leave.

 

[Noris Cathro]

The shadow snarled, and engaged his lightsaber, the fierce blue coming to life in his right hand. He twirled the shimmering weapon in front of him, before tilting his body to the side and slashing precisely towards Zorin’s mid-section. He calculated the blow carefully, knowing that the Exile would likely deflect the attack away. An orb of force push gathered in his left hand and if Zurin was successfully in parrying his first strike, the orb would unleash forwards, smashing into his opponent and aiming to hurl Zurin into the streets.

Yes, this was going to be a show, Jedi v Exile in the middle of the sacred village.

@SleepyJedi87

 

[Zorin]

Seeing his enemy ignite his lightsaber, Zorin becomes more frustrated. This Jedi is much more difficult to defeat than Zorin had thought. Perhaps he should have gone after a younger one...but if he had done that, his Masters wouldn't be nearly as impressed.

Now, the Iktotchi exile anticipates Cathros' blow, and does a swift Force flip over the head of his enemy before the plasma blade can hit his enemy. After the unexpected move, the Jedi's Force Push would most likely miss, leaving Zorin the opportunity to make his next move unhindered.

Shoving a drunken bar patron out of the way, Zorin moves for the exit of the bar, waving his lightsaber in the hopes of taunting Cathros to follow him.

Now, Zorin just needs to find the young Human Force-user--hopefully, an Exile, or at least an ally of some kind--and lure the Jedi Knight into a two-on-one fight he has little chance of winning.

Zorin smiles. Maybe this will be easy after all...
@Faded Truth

 

[Odric Arriston]

No doubt the fight was going on but given that Odric had not seen any law enforcement, the fight between the Jedi and the Exile would garner most if not all of the attention. Thus, Odric was able to leave the planet back to the freighter without a hitch, a shame about his clothing though.

/exit thread

 

[Noris Cathro]

Noris smirked as the exile tried to make a high fancy acrobatic move instead of using a simpler way of defending against his blow. It was an amateur mistake however one that would cost him dearly. Eyes followed Zurin’s path as he leaped over head and as he was about to initiate his downfall fall, the Jedi snarled and took a large side slash from right to left on his opponent, aiming just above his waistline. Zorin’s leaping acrobatics would leave him in a vulnerable position as his saber was too high to come down to block Cathro’s attack, it would be a mortal injury, one hoping to slice the man into two pieces.

@SleepyJedi87

 

[Zorin]

@Faded Truth
(Ooc: you were already busy doing a powerful Force Push while I was jumping)

As the Jedi hastily attempts a slash at Zorin, he manages to just barely twist out of the way and land on the ground. Zorin backs up quickly and keeps up his lightsaber blade, ready to parry any more strikes from the aggressive Jedi.

This was not going well. The other Exiles had left, and this Jedi was much more powerful than he had expected. Desperate, Zorin performs a strong Force shove at his enemy towards the still-volatile bar patrons and dashes out of the building.

Running to his speeder bike, he jumps on and zooms off to his freighter.

Sighing, Zorin made his choice--he would have to find a younger Jedi Knight and defeat them. Perhaps he could get revenge on the teenage one he'd met on Prakith...

/exit thread