Prelude to darkness; My hope is dim.

[Wolf231]

Corellia was as good a place to lay low as any. In the long run that would likely prove untrue, as even here information tended to have a way of finding all those ears you wished it wouldn't, given enough time. Even if you kept to yourself and kept your face hidden, it seemed. Arisa had learned that in her previous visits to the planet, so she knew that prudence dictated she only stay a day at the most. She had told herself three days ago when she arrived that she would only be staying a day; she didn't have time to waste. She had to rendezvous with the Order before they moved on into hiding or she would never find them. And yet here she was, standing at a spaceport her own ship wasnt even docked out, watching the bustle of activity that was happening.

She knew the reason for it; knew the reason for the general panic and fear in everyone's eyes. The Holonet haunted her still; the Order deserting the capital en masse and Bastele himself denouncing them as traitors. She had of course expected the Sith to immediately do the same when they won this war, but for it to come from the Alliance they had fought and bled for - it stung, surely. And yet she found she could not deny the claim that they had abandoned the Alliance in her hour most dire. It did not sit well with her, in fact it challenged her belief in the Code to the very core. The Jedi she had come to know so recently had in a single instant been forever changed in her mind. No longer were they a shining beacon of hope; instead they seemed like a small flickering candle, about to be snuffed out forever by the darkness. That had been why the Order had run, she believed. To preserve at least some small hope for the future, lest it disappear forever.

The darkness had always been there, in the back of her mind, she knew. She had been brought up by a Sith, and though he had not taught her the Dark side directly she had always felt its presence, felt it calling her to embrace it. She had always resisted the urge, but now she had to question what the point was. It was becoming increasingly clear the the Darkness always won, that it was simply too powerful a force to deny. So why should she not embrace it? It was only her morals that had kept her from doing so this far, but perhaps her morals were what needed to change. The galaxy surely wasnt going to change. Waiting for it to do so was a fool's errand that would leave her waiting forever.

She stood against a railing, not even trying to disguise the roiling mass of confusion that was her mind. She was too distracted to think that anyone would be trying to listen in, though most force sensitives who walked by might notice the fluctuation between light and dark. They would have to notice her for what she was that way, as she had left her lightsaber aboard her ship. She almost felt baked without it, but these were dark times indeed to be known as a Jedi.

 

[Fang.]

Fang looked out the window as the transport descended into Corellia's atmosphere, thinking to himself. He was searching, searching for someone before they became lost in the coming tide of darkness forever. Fang was looking for his first padawan, Arisa Ikeli. Fang had been seperated from her when he had been called to aid in the evacuation of Empress Teta. He had asked her to raundevouz with the order, apperantly she hadnt made it. Now Fang was following the only lead he had on her to here on Corellia, this was his last and only chance to find her, before he would have to return to the remenants of the order before they went into hiding to recuperate their strength. This war had claimed many, but if Fang could help it, the darkness would not take his padawan. The ship landed, Fang paid the pilot the remainder of his fee and stepped off the shipwith his hood up, and lightsabers hidden from view. He began to wander, reaching out with the force trying to find her, to let her know that he was here. that he had not abandoned her.

 

[Indigo]

"Please, stop, I swear I'm not-ugh!"

The Chiss's words were cut short, as one of his assailants planted another fist in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over in a coughing fit. The thug that hit him grabbed his shirt, and hoisted him up against the wall of a tall building. The other watched with a kind of manic grin on his face; that one hadn't actually hit Sentelin yet, and Sentelin doubted that they would hit him at all. The angry looking human that had him pinned however, was a different story. That one didn't smile, that one only had hate in his eyes. The Chiss Ascendancy had aided the rise of the Sith, and so they were not particularly popular in the galaxy; Sentelin avoided going Coreward because of it. On the fringes, people tended to care a little less. It had been looking like coming this far to the core was a mistake, and Sentelin had been trying to make preparations to leave; now he numbly wondered if he'd leave in a body bag.

The angry thug threw him to the ground, cracking his knuckles and spitting on Sentelin. His other partner began cheering him on, saying things like hit him and beat him, but Sentelin couldn't make out the words properly. He tried to hold himself away from the ground slightly, trying to not let his bruises touch anything. He craned his head up to look at his enemy, their face now obscured by shadows.

"Your kind's the scum of the galaxy, your kind made the Sith come back! I had a kid on Corusant, just trying to make a living. He's dead now, all 'cause of your kind!"

The man took a step closer, and pulled out the carbonite gun that he had stolen from Sentelin.

"I'm just makin' things even, Sith-spy."

 

[Wolf231]

From somewhere deep in her thoughts, she felt something tugging at her subconscious. Just what was it, though? She tried to break from the turmoil that was happening in the forefront of her mind in order to focus on it. It had been a twinge of - recognition? She had felt someone through the Force briefly, someone she knew. Her head shook itself clearer and she started to look around, her eyes scanning the crowd quickly but thoroughly. A group of refugees, a couple of ruffians beating a Chiss, a couple of newly arrived ships letting their passengers free after their journeys - she stopped short, her eyes shifting instantly back to the men beating the Chiss. It spent chills down her spine to think she had almost overlooked it; had she truly fallen so far that seeing someone being assaulted didn't raise any immediate flags? That was a question for another time, however, as she saw one of the men had drawn a pistol on the Chiss. Even if they had been on the side of the Sith, she couldn't just stand by and with him die, could she?

There was a time, she thought, that she would have leapt to the man's defence without a second thought. And now part of her didn't even want to put herself in harms way for him. Just for the sake of stemming the tide of darkness her thoughts had become, she turned from the railing and strode over. It was only a few seconds before she was in range to shout - still twenty feet short of the man holding the blaster. "Drop the blaster or I'll drop you, Plebian." She hoped that between her volume, the classist insult and the aggressive nature of her continued stride forward, he would lose his nerve and back off. What she had not counted on was everyone else in the area stopping and looking at them. It made sense, given she had just yelled out an insult, she just hasn't been thinking straight. She heard the crowd start talking all at once and coming closer, loud jeers of 'Kill the Chiss!' and 'She's defending the Sith lover, she must be one of them!'. She came to a stop no fifteen feet short of the man with his gun drawn, who had turned to point it at her as she approached.

The crowd was clearly angry, and now that their attention had all been drawn to the Chiss they all wanted to see some blood. This would be an excellent time to be holding a lightsaber, she thought. It would make her less nervous about the sheer amount of blasters she saw being worn in hips; did all corellians have one at all times or something? It certainly seemed like it. If she used the Force now to deflect the blaster, the crowd just might draw and start firing on the 'traitorous Jedi scum' the Holonet proclaimed her to be. A sigh echoed in her thoughts even as she shifted into a fighting stance, a challenge issued to the man with the blaster. "Come now, surely you don't need a blaster to defeat a woman?" With luck, he would take the bait and come after he with his bare hands, which would let her dispatch him with ease. She concentrated on the Force in case she needed it, though if he decided to shoot she wasn't sure she'd be able to avoid it. The crowd and her concentrating on the Force should draw Lucien to the crowd like a beacon, even if it might take him a bit to get there - she still wasn't fully aware of his presence, however.

 

[Fang.]

As Fang wandered the streets of Corellia he suddenly felt a focus of force energy appear, he reckognized it almost immidiatly. locking onto it with his own force signal he reached out, unsure if she could feel him and picked up the pace briskly walking to get to her. Indeed the force had guided him here and had been lucky to "find" her so quickly. As he walked he wondered to himself weather she had created that signature because she had Felt Fang, or because she was in danger. as he walked he could feel himself getting closer.

Fang soon followed the beacon to an angry crowd of Corellians gathering around an alley. FAng maneuvered his way through the crowd to get a better view. and before him, he saw both what he was looking for, and what he was not. He saw a Chiss who looked like he had taken quite a beating, a small group of thugs, and in the middle of it all, was Arisa, with a gun pointed at her face. Fang had to act. and So he did. Analysing the situation Fang Took off his hood he pushed forward from the crowd.
He could tell that these were people against the Sith and were likely angry about the result of Coruscant, or so he assumed.

We were all deeply hurt by the results of the battle of Coruscant. FAng spoke calmly and loudly. But this is not the way of the Alliance. would you so quickly fall to the way of the Sith and hurting someone who may have had nothing to do with it? if you would then you are no better than the Sith. If you believe this man has commited some crime then let the authorities take care of it. While Coruscant may have fallen you are all still citizens of Corellia and the Alliance! does Corellia fall so easily to the way of the sith? Fang spoke waiting for their reaction as he prayed that his attempt at diplomacy had worked. If not he would have to get Arisa and get out quickly, because While Fang could handle these thugs with ease, even he could not take out the entire crowd, unless he used his lightsabers, but likewise, Fang did not want to, nor would he kill an entire crowd of innocent civilians.

 

[Indigo]

The crowd stirred feebly, unsure of what to do. The man's words had some success, it seemed. The fringes of the crowd were already walking away, having decided that they wanted no part of it. For a moment, Sentelin dared to hope that things would go easy, that the crowd would disperse entirely. He considered looking up, trying to make some plea with the crowd, trying to think of some way he could convince them of his dislike of the Sith. He was no good with words, but felt he should try. He considered standing, but decided against it. He didn't want them to think he was strong, didn't want them to feel threatened. Instead he chose to stay down, bowing his head, and speaking softly, barely audible over the hubbub of the crowd.

"I... I fled my home when the Sith came, I am no friend of theirs. I have, also lost loved ones to them."

His face, though obscured by the angle of his head and thick wisps of black hair, seemed to distort for a moment, a briefest flash of deep pain running through it. He shifted his weight, as if preparing to stand, and he raised his head, just enough to look at the one who had hit him. His eyes, crimson, were surrounded by wrinkles and crow's feet, as if they were within a deep hollow in a blue earth, and his voice was slow and measured.

"I am a ... an ally, to those who would fight the Sith. "

He kept his gaze steady towards the two men, the two that had originally assaulted him. One man looked unsure, but the one who had violence in his heart, who looked enraged, simply kept his weapon level with the woman. Sentelin cautiously allowed his eyes to flicker from his assailant to what seemed to be his rescuers; an angry looking woman with gleaming silver hair and piercing blue eyes, and a man with long, dark hair, and a strange but off-putting crescent shaped scar. Had they come in together? He couldn't recall, it had happened too fast. Now it felt as though time had slowed down, that things were moving in molasses. There was nothing else he could do, other than wait.

 

[Dmitri]

From her flagship, CAIN Director Arch'elie'lia was working on developing a virus in Chiss files that would transmit its location to CAIN. This would allow them to locate files stolen, and would be imbedded in the data, not easily found. However, upon hearing news of the Imperium's victory over Coruscant, Heliel began to worry about Chiss operatives on the field. She sent out a message to Chiss on vital planets of the Galactic Alliance. It would appear low-level, like a birthday greeting, to any onlooker. However, to Chiss communication devices, it would give a videofeed of the female Director.

"To all Chiss, this is a recall to individuals near the frontlines," said the data Heliel. "Unless you are on an operation, it is advised to leave for a safer distance." The message was short, and ended almost as soon as it began.

 

[Wolf231]

A voice from her past rang out as she was concentrating on the man with the drawn pistol, and at first she thought she was imagining it. But then - the crowd reacted to the same words she heard, which meant either all if this was in her head or none of it was. She turned slightly, holding her aggressive stance until her head swivelled and she caught sight of Fang. Then there were simply too many thoughts and emotions flooding her brain for her to concentrate on it. Her hands dropped and she simply stared at him, dumbstruck by his arrival. Why was he here? How had he found her? And what would he think of the darkness and self-doubt he couldn't help but be feeling coming from her? She already knew the answer, she thought - or at least her troubled mind solidified it for her. He would rebuke her and cast her away, or perhaps simply strike her down so that she didn't fall completely to the darkness. The Light in him would allow nothing else, and she didn't expect it. She opened her mouth to respond when the loud retort of a slugthrower filled the air. The bullet impacted into her shoulder far sooner then anyone could react, the force of it causing her to spin before falling to the ground and layin quite still, in shock.

As everyone watched her fall and then looked towards where it had come from - the smokin gun was laying very still directly in front of the Chiss. It had been a plant of course, whoever had actually fired it having quickly tossed the gun to make it look the it was the blue skinned, hated Sith-lover of the crowd who had fired it, and summarily disappeared to just be another onlooking face in the crowd. There was a hushed silence as everyone digested it; it had all happened so quickly that no one seemed to have seen the real shooter. However, after that initial incident of shock everyone started moving at once, most of them in a great panic to get away from the killer Chiss and simply running for their lives. A handful remained behind, vengeance clearly set in their face as they drew weapons and eyes the Chiss, at leat willing to wait until the crowd dispersed before shooting at him.

Through it all Arisa simply laid on the duracrete walkway, somehow avoiding being trampled to death as she bled freely from her shoulder. Her eyes were wide open and staring at the sky above as her mind slowly worked its way through the shock and figured out what had happened to her. And then, through the pain and the darkness of her thoughts, it was a giggle that she broke the silence with, a giggle that turned into a laugh and then finally a coughing fit that left her struggling for air.

 

[Fang.]

Fang smiled and nodded at the chiss as he spoke hearing the words, but that smile did not last long.

The loud shot of a slugthrower rang out, And Fang quickly turned in the direction of it, only to miss the shooter by the fraction of a second, not a moment later, he heard the Thud of Arisa hitting the floor.
Arisa! Fang yelled as he quickly moved down to her side. he examined the wound, she was lucky, the bullet had made a clean exit. Fang immediatly moved his hand over her wound and called upon the force to begin healing her, as Fang did not specialize in healing his attempt would mostly just stop the bleeding and slightly lessen the pain, how much good he had done though, he did not know. then he heard a faint sound coming from her lips, he leaned in to listen, she was, laughing? and it only grew louder, Arisa, what has happened to you? Fang asked quietly to her, sadness in his voice.

"mchmmph!. Fang looked up to see the man with the blaster and 4 others still standing around, with violence clear in their eyes as they stared down the chiss, the weapon at his feet, to any one who had been paying attention, it would have been clear that he had not been the one that had fired the gun, first the angle from him to where Arisa had been shot did not make sense, second the shot had rung out from the crowd, not from his position, and third the gun was on the ground, not in his hand! But these men were beyond reason at this point Fang rose from Arisa's side and stood in the way of the Chiss. I shall ask you once again to not take this into your own hands, if you think any of us have broken some law, then call the authorities, but if you attack, I will not hesitate to defend myself or this innocent man. Fang stated firmly The leader scoffed at him and aimed the blaster at Fang How 'bout I give you a warning, leave and we wont hurt you? or are you a sith Lover too? you seem to have race and alliegence confused, Just because he is Chiss does not make him Sith! Fang replied. the man however had run out of patience, Kill the Sith Lovers! He shouted. But Fang had expected it, as the blaster fired Fang moved his hand into the way, using the force to absorb the energy into his own body and then release it. as He did this, Fang rushed forward calling upon the force to increase his speed and extended and grabbed the man by the face, using his face to control the man he forced him off of his balance and onto the ground, causing the blaster to drop and skid away. Fang then went into a roll and as he came out of it, sent out two throwing knives each going to their own seperate target, one buried itself in the leg of one man, and the other struck the shoulder of another causing both to drop to their knees and cry out in pain. As Fang stood up he noticed that the other two men were running away scared for their lives. Fang gave a hmph and quickly walked over to the leader, picking up the blaster and used the hilt to knock him out, then his two men. Fang then quickly moved over to Arisa and put his arm around her trying to help her up. Come on, we need to go. he said in a calm but firm voice.

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin had despaired upon seeing the deception. At some level, he imagined that most people knew it hadn't been him. It made no logical sense; why would he shoot someone protecting him? But it was an excuse, nothing more. It was someone else that had sealed his fate. He hoped that at very least the one who had stolen his weapon would shoot him first, as the freezing would make the other shots tolerable. It rapidly became a moot point; Sentelin watched with awe as the mysterious stranger immediately dispatched his assailants, knocking three unconscious and allowing the others to flee. He rose unsteadily to his feet, warily looking about as if he was going to be immediately jumped again. Upon not getting knocked down, he pulled out a remote and pressed one of the few buttons on it, and moved over to the man and woman, the woman on her back. She was bleeding a surprisingly little amount, and the man was trying to get her to move. Sentelin stood over both of them, shielding them from prying eyes somewhat. He spoke again, his voice very quiet now.

"Hey. Can you walk? I can help."

He was unsure of himself, wanting to thank them without the words to do so. A deep, nameless guilt descended on him, looking at this woman who was wounded on his behalf; he felt as though he needed to repay her, but the very few credits he had left were needed to get off world, and his only weapon had been stolen already. At least he could try to help get her to a hospital or the like.

 

[Orbis]

Anya had heard a slugthrower discharge and had started heading toward the source, then she had heard a blaster fire, followed by screams, prompting the young Imperial Knight to hurry. When she arrived on the scene, she saw three people lying on the ground, and two, one Chiss and one a man with a crescent shaped scar on his cheek, around what appeared to be yet another person. "What's going on, here," she asked calmly, noting that the man with the crescent scar was armed, "and who are you, all of you?"

 

[Wolf231]

Arisa would need help to be lifted, but between the Chiss and Fang she really wouldn't be hard to lift. She wasn't that heavy to begin with. Fang mentioned leaving and she nodded vaguely, though she was having trouble concentrating at the moment. Then someone came and blocked their way, or at least started speaking to them. She didn't catch what was said, so she ignored it and spoke to the two men carrying her. "My ship is twenty minutes away." She would give them directions if they wished, or would let them lead her somewhere else. Her eyes would soon close, a pained look still on her face due to the hole in her shoulder.

She would become rather limp in their arms soon after, whether they were moving or had stopped to converse with whoever had talked to them. She had no reason for adrenaline to be pumping through her veins, so as shock fully set in it made her extremely sleepy. Or perhaps it was the loss of blood and therefore oxygen, but either way she was almost asleep entirely, fading in and out of consciousness. She would need actual medical attention or more healing from Fang, by the look of it.

 

[Orbis]

Now seeing that the person on the ground, a woman with silver hair, was hurt, Anya immediately regretted asking the question. "Never mind," she said, "I retract my question." She hurried to get out of their way. Then, she overheard the injured woman say her ship was twenty minutes away. 'They are in for a long walk,' she thought, and she turned her attention to the other three people, who were still lying on the floor, motionless.

 

[Fang.]

Fang gave a small smile to the chiss as he assissted in lifting up Arisa, upon rising a woman blocked their path, Fang was about to answer her when she suddenly retracted her question and moved out of the way, Fang did not bother to question it.

"My ship is twenty minutes away." Arisa said, she was clearly in pain and Fang could feel her starting to lose her grip on her conciousness. Alright, we will head there, but first lets get you away from here so we can tend to that wound of yours a bit better. Fang said gently. Fang began to walk forward, and they continued to walk for 5 minutes, listining for any directions Arisa might give towards the ship and taking them. After 5 minutes Fang turned them into an alley way. Put her down here. He said motioning to one wall of the alley. Fang and the chiss gently lowered her down.

Fang took another look at Arisa's shoulder, it was still pretty bad and looked painful. Closing his eyes, Fang put his hand over the wound, and began to call upon the force, transfering the energy through him and into a healing energy that would ease the pain and cause the wound to heal a good deal more, but not completly. Arisa would need a master in force healing or the attention of a medical droid for her to fully recover. Fang opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, not sure of what he had been going to say.

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin quietly did as he was instructed, handling the weight of the younger woman fairly easily. Someone momentarily questioned the occurrence, but luckily they made no trouble; Sentelin did not doubt the other man could have handled it, but it seemed time was of the essence. They began to move at a reasonable pace down the street, although the slender woman was having more and more trouble. Sentelin was about to suggest to the scarred man that they set her down for a moment to better bandage her wound when the man took the initiative, directing them into an alleyway. He attempted to set her down as gently as he could, but was grateful for the steady hand of the scarred man as his own bruises were aching and it had been a long time since he had handled something gently. He got up and looked further down the alley, determining there was no one else in the immediate vicinity. He then went to turn to the other two, ready to suggest a nearby hospital or his own room, which was a two minute walk from where they were. He paused, sensing something else in the air between the two. He made a motion to kneel next to the two of them, to help with the wound, but thought better of it. Besides, the wound... didn't look that bad? He leaned in slightly, his crimson eyes widening in disbelief. It looked like it had been healing for days, although it would still undoubtably be painful. How was that possible? Who or what was this man? Sentelin stood tall again, unsure of himself or what to do. He glanced quickly out of the alley to check if anyone was coming, and breathed a sigh of relief; a familiar, mostly-spherical shape was hovering over to them.

"IT, glad you made it. Quick, get my Symoxin tablets."

His droid complied, babbling on about a wide variety of things whilst doing so. The rants were mostly composed of a trailing and dull frustration about the Corellian police; apparently they were too busy to stop a mugging. Sentelin had, he thought while he swallowed a Symoxin tablet, not really expected them to come, but it had been it's best hope. At least, best hope before these two. He looked down at them again for a moment, scanning them with his eyes in detail. They both wore simple robes, and the man moved with a speed and precision that belied description. Force-users, he had to guess. No lightsabers he could see, but he imagined that after abandoning the GA most Jedi would want to switch their lightsabers off. maybe permanently. It had been noble of them to get involved with him so soon after; if word got out it could be trouble. Leaving soon would not be a bad idea.

"Oh, by the way, I received what appeared to be a small fragment of a Chiss message from your datapad. I can't replay it, but it seemed to be a 'Happy Birthday' of some kind. Very pecular."

"That's... If memory serves, a code of some kind. Doesn't tell me much about it, but if they sent out such a large scale message that even that old thing picked it up, then it's meant for all members of the Ascendency. Either meet somewhere or evacuate. I don't want to meet them here, so I guess either way it's looking like evacuation is a good plan. Not like I'll miss the locals, anyways.", he added with a chuckle, a darker undercurrent pervading his tone. He hadn't received a message on the datapad for many years; he figured it could receive massive range transmissions in case there was someone from the Ascendency looking for him. Pretty unlikely, but not impossible. Wasn't worth thinking about now; now all that mattered was getting out. He quickly checked with IT-P0 that they had all of the relevant tools for his job on him. A spare carbonite gun as well, which would be useful if another bad situation came up. Returning his attention to his rescuers, he held out a couple of small, colourless pills to the scarred man.

"Here. I was hoping we might have more time to recover, but it looks like the odds are against us. They're painkillers, they'll probably at least allow us to get her to her ship. Uh... it occurred to me I don't know her name. Or yours. I'm Sentelin, the droid is called IT-P0. And, uh, thanks for what you did back there. I'd probably be dead if you two hadn't stepped in. "

 

[Orbis]

The three men would be fine. Anya had finished her observation quickly. Then, convinced that they would be fine, she decided to check on the other three, the man, the Chiss, and the injured woman. Running in the direction they had been heading, she found them walking, now with a spherical droid. Approaching them from behind and to the side, as to stay out of the way, "...m Sentelin, the droid is called IT-P0. And, uh, thanks for what you did back there. I'd probably be dead if you two hadn't stepped in," she had overheard the last part of their conversation. Drawing nearer, now, the Imperial Knight said, "Hello, again, my name is Anya Eiswyn, and I hope you don't mind if I join you, the streets can be quite dangerous, here. Now, first off, how is she?"

 

[Wolf231]

As her shoulder was healed more by Fang, Arisa came back to her senses. The pain was still very much there and she had lost a decent amount of blood, but with the Force revitalizing her she could at least focus on it and the present. Her eyes, lucid once more, focused on Fang as he sat there at a loss for words. She wasn't sure what to say either, aside from the obvious - so she said that. "Fang - why are you here? And how did you find me?" Her eyes moved to the Chiss as he conversed with a small droid and then turned to introduce himself. Her uninjured arm reached out and quickly took the pills, slamming them into her mouth and swallowing before Fang could object. Yes, they would dull her senses and perhaps limit her connection to the Force, but they would also make the pain go away and perhaps make her think less. That sounded pretty good right now.

"Thank you... Sentalin. I am Arisa." Her voice was soft, not much more then a whisper as she didn't feel like exerting herself just to make herself heard. If they wanted to hear better they could move closer. Then someone else entered the alleyway and approached them and she automatically reached for her lightsaber - with her injured arm. She let out a hiss of pain as her arm quickly came to a stop, both from the pain and her remembering she hadn't brought her lightsaber off her ship. Seemed like a poor plan now, didn't it? Her eyes focused on the newcomer and she nodded once. "I'm fine. Just a... Concerned citizen?" She asked, her eyebrows raising dubiously as she studied the newcomer. Once she had decided the woman wasn't a threat her eyes returned to Fang, a bit anxious to hear why he was here and - well, how much he knew about her troubled thoughts.

 

[Fang.]

"Fang - why are you here? And how did you find me?" Fang smiled at the sound of her voice. I promise I'll answer all your questions when we get to the ship Fang replied gently. while speaking to her, Fang noted the droid that came bobbing down the alley and nodded as the Chiss explained. After a moment, the man offered Arisa an asortment of pills, Fang was about to object when Arisa grabbed them and swallowed them down. Fang frowned for a moment but let it go, for now, it was not important. Fang turned his head to look at the chiss as he introduced himself. [COLOR="#0000CD] "I'm Sentelin, the droid is called IT-P0. And, uh, thanks for what you did back there. I'd probably be dead if you two hadn't stepped in. "[/COLOR] Arisa introduced herself to the man, Fang just gave a nod of acknowladgement, [COLOR="#0000FF"]Fang.[/COLOR] he said. Fang was about to turn back to Arisa when a woman entered the alley. the same woman from before, Fang noted this time that she had a lightsaber on her belt, but her aura was very gray. Fang didnt trust her.

Thank you for the offer, but I believe we are capable of handaling ourselves Fang replied to her as kindly as he could As he stood up to face her.

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin didn't know what to make of this strange newcomer, "Anya". She seemed quite friendly, but perhaps a little too interested in Arisa and Co? She had a similar hair colour to Arisa, but outside of that Sentelin didn't think they looked all that similar. Then again, as a Chiss he could not easily distinguish when two vaguely similar humanoids were related. Perhaps they were a relative? This thought was quickly shot down, as "Fang" more or less dismissed her. Sensing that there was perhaps a deeper undercurrent to the situation then what he could detect, he decided to leave the matter of the newcomer to the man, and instead talk to and help Arisa. Her claiming of a concerned citizenship seemed somewhat hollow to Sentelin but he once again decided not to question it, pushing past it and addressing the more pressing situation at hand. He bent down, lending his hand her as an aid, if she wanted it.

"Arisa, can you walk? I don't think this place will be safe much longer. We need to move. We can help you, but you've got to get up."

 

[Orbis]

"I was just making sure you were fine," Anya said kindly, "that looked like a pretty bad wound, though now I see it actually isn't too bad. Now, since you aren't in need of my assistance, I'll be on my way, but look out for the armed thug who is hiding around the corner." As she spoke, the man rounded the corner and aimed his blaster pistol at them. Before he got a chance to fire, though, Anya used the Force to rip it out of his grip before telling him to run. When he complied, Anya said, "I told 'ya the streets were dangerous." She knew that man hid there for several days, now, it was his usual hiding spot, waiting for his next victim, but she hadn't known he had a blaster until now.

Then, she placed her newly-acquired blaster on the ground. "One of you can take this, if you want it, I'm not a very good shot with them, myself. Goodbye, and good luck." With that, she set out.