Starting Trouble?

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace had flown in on Tatooine after roaming a while on Dantooine. He felt well; In fact, he fell splendid. He was in tip-top shape after training for extended hours every day last week. Shit,a sandstorm. Jace looked around him in search of anything to stay beneath/behind to stay in cover. His skin started tingling as each little grain of sand dug into his flesh like billions of mosquitos biting you all over. As he ran in the opposite direction of the storm,he saw a city in the distance. I won't make it... Jace knew his limits. He couldn't make it in time to the city without being swallowed by the blanket of sand flying towards him. Using the survival skills he developed while in the military academy,Jace frantically started digging a hole. While he dug,he looked over at the city's gates and noticed a few slave traders laughing their heads off at him. Once he thought about it,it probably would be stupid to see someone drop to the ground instantly and start digging. By this time, he had made a hole deep enough for him to cover his head and other exposed parts of his body with the firmly packed sand on the ground. After waiting it out for 10 minutes, Jace dug himself back out and brushed the dirt off his uniform. Though he didn't have many pairs of clothes,he wore his military academy special forces class A's the most. Plus, he could get a discount on drinks.*

*After a good walk into the city, Jace walked into the cantina,still prime for action,and sat down on a stool,eyeing each man as he moved. What was he looking for? Trouble of course. He didn't wait for it to come to him. While a short,but buff, man order a drink,Jace waited for the perfect moment. And that was............NOW! Jace slowly shot his hand out under the counter as the drink almost touched the mans hands and slide into his own. Jace calmly took a sip and looked back at the man with a grin.*

"Thanks for the drink,squirt." he said confidentally.

*Jace knew that those exact words were fightin' words. The short man looked at his buddies in disbelief.*

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" the man bellowed.

*Jace simply took another sip and waited for the man to charge,just like every other fool in the bar would probably do. As the buff little guy grunted with each step,time seemed to slow for Jace. As the man swung, Jace pivoted on his right foot while spinning to end up behind the man. The runt had punched right into the wooden counter and suprisingly chipped it. While his arm was still extended,Jace took advantage of the situatuation and grabbed it,snapping it across the joint,his elbow now bent the wrong way.*

"So...Who's going to stop me from killing him?" Jace said as he smirked and searched the room full of men for anyone who had atleast been trained.

 

[angel2wicked]

Seated at a table on her own, near the back, a rather shadowed part of the Cantina, but not that far from the disgruntlement. With her chin resting lazily on the back of her right hand, supported by the tabletop she was partially leaning on. Her eyelids lowered for just a second as a smirk followed by a short scuff. She wondering to herself, just why this man was being such an attention seeker, in such a way that could of been embarassing. Herself, such a misanthropic person, she cared little if at all, for those around her. But, if he wanted rash attention, looking for a fight, he'll get one. But obviously, not from a man.

"He seems unimportant enough, why would anyone care to stop you anyways? His corpse doesn't have a reward on it, nor does anyone seem to care about him."

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace turned his to the right just a bit as he heard a voice speak from the back of the cantina. It wasn't rough,nor deep. So there was a woman in here after all. Contrary to the many men he knew,he knew what women were capable of. In many instinces they could be more deadly than men,not to mention other races which had no gender. Her voice was cold. Sounded rude by nature. Most people didn't understand Jace anyways. He wasn't looking for attention neither. He was just sick of roaming the galaxy with nothing to do. He needed a fight. Unlike alot of people,he liked falling. He didn't mind if he lost. If he won,that just meant it was yet another person not worthy of living. If he lost,that just meant he would grow stronger...and add the winner to his hit list.*

"Aye. I'm guessing you're not a Jedi. If you were,you probably would have already jumped up and tried to arrest me,just like all of the stupid pigs do. Well,since you don't mind..."

*Jace elbowed the man in the back with the force of an avalanche. The sound of his spine cracking echoed through the cantina. The man let out a scream as he fell to the ground on his back. Jace took one last look at the woman as he put his foot on the mans stomach and crushed his ribs. The mans lifeless body spit blood out just before leaving to the otherworld. As his foot returned to solid ground, Jace looked at the woman and shrugged.*

 

[angel2wicked]

Her torso erupted with laughter, nearly maniacal, and exited out her smug lips. Serina's sharp eyes focused straight on the man picking a fight in this cantina. Her pale cyan eyed rimmed darkly were even apparent to him from where she was. Silently arising from her seat, tracing the edge of her table as she walked around it with quiet steps. Her dark prussian, ragged jacket was zipped up to her neck, and the base coming just a few inches below her belt line. Sheathing her legs were coaldust cargo pants, not even rustling as she walked. Serina seemed very adept in the field of evasion and stealth, afterall, she was an assassin for a long period of time, with only one failure on her record. She cocked her head to the side, and slitted her eyes towards him, angered by his assumption that she could of been a jedi. Spitting at the ground, indicating she was no prissy little girl, and at his remark, she cooed maliciously at him.

"Jedi? Not even in the slightest, though I bet you don't meet many people not involved in the Jedi that are capable of what I'm about to do."

The centrepiece of the ceiling began to shake violently, breaking into pieces and shooting down at the man. If he was able to dodge this, or even live from it, she would deem him acceptable for battle.

 

[Cyril Khan]

Cyril had been sitting near the the conflict and watched with amusement. He hadn't seen a good barfight for a couple of years. He eyes the two carefully watching how they fight. Always being aware of his surroundings he knew that he could be pulled into the fight. Being cool he sipped his drink and not making anything to attract his attention other than his stare at the two.

"If only I knew this guy," Cyril thinks to himself, "My training has left me with a confident posture, common among experianced and well trained soldiers. I am guessing that if he wins this fight I'll be next. Obviously he is looking for a good fight."

Cyril opens his pouch pocket and pulls out a small disc box only a centemeter high. He fingers it and thinks.

"Well, lets see if they have spent time in there training to immunize themselves from knockout gas like I have."

Cyril places the disc on the floor and kickes it over to the other two. It slides quietly and with a hit of a button the disk emits knockout gas into the room...

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace watched as pieces from the roof flew towards him. His field instinct(Which was his dominant instinct) told him to dodge,while his normal thoughts were wondering how the hell she threw pieces of the roof at him with her mind. Doing 3 back handsprings,he landed on his feet like a cat and rose to consume a battle position. He grinned as he quoted her earlier words in his head.*

"If you didn't care,why do you attack so hastily? By the way,you're going to be paying for that new roof."

*Jace force jumped to the roof above him and rolled his body 180 degrees. His feet landed upon the roof and suprisingly stayed. He slowly inched towards the woman across the roof,upside down. Chuckling,he caught one of the smaller pieces of the roof with one hand and threw it back.*

"Ehh,not bad. I got a few tricks up my sleeve as well. It's kind of sexy when you attack, heh heh."

*As Jace watched her for her next move,he smelt something. It wasn't oxygen...It was a gas of some type. Obviously someone wanted to interfere. Jace jumped from the roof,to the wall,then ontop of the counter. He wasn't sure what kind of gas it was,but the military academy special forces teams he was with immunized themselves from many types of gas',especially ones that infected their performance.*

"To whoever the coward is who let out that gas,It's not going to work..."

 

[Cyril Khan]

Cyril, not suprised that the gas didn't affect Jace, stood up and faced him. He looks the 18 year old up and down. He thinks the eight year differance may give him a slight advantage. After a quick stretch, he speaks in a cool tone,

"That would be me, and I resent being called a coward."

He walks around the room while keeping his eye on Jace. He holds up his right hand and does fancy moves with it. Secretly, using his right hand as a distraction he puts his mini-vibroknuckler on his left hand. It would take more than a simple military conditioning to notice. He quickly flashes his right hand around while the vibroknuckler falls from inside his sleave. He stops waving his right hand and holds his hands up in a passive stance. The blade is impossible to see from Jaces possition. The grip is transparent, it too is near impossible to see.

"Your move," Cyril says. He looks at Serina and then says, "Or are you two not done?"

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace knew that this man wouldn't be waving his right hand for nothing. He took a few steps back to fully exam the man as he waved his hand. Still not catching anything,he did see Cyril's left hand move slightly. He wasn't going to fall for anything. And this wasn't due to military training...Jace was simply intelligent. He did a front flip off the top of the counter and approached Cyril slowly. His reactions and flexibility were good enough to be prepared for anything. Jace stopped about 5' infront of Cyril and picked up the disc which let out the gas,while slipping in a close-to-microscopic electric charge. He held out his hand which held the disc infront of him,waiting for Cyril to take it. Meanwhile,he had taken the BB-sized detonator from the inside of his sleeve to his hand.*

"This is not your fight. If you do wish to challenge me,wait your turn. And I believe this is yours." He said,further extending his arm.

 

[Cyril Khan]

Cyril didn't see the electrical charge or the BB sized detonator, but he didn't trust him. He looks Jace in the eye. He wished Deghar was with him because his senses were telling him something is wrong. His friend is from Lorrd and would be able to tell if he was up to tricks. Cyril passes his hands inside his gunman's duster out of view from Jace. He then twiches his wrist moving the blade of the knuckler from the knuckles to the inside of the hand. When he brings them out he says firmly,

"Oh, yes I'll wait. Thanks for the disk back."

Cyril reaches for the disk still concealing the knuckler from view. He doesnt turn on the motor though, because if Jace knew what was comming the worst that he could do is turn the blade and seriously cut the hand, not remove the hand completely. He had no intention of cutting Jace. He was going to use the blade to see if the disk was electrified. He then sturnly looks at Jace and warns,

"I am warning you to think about what you're doing. If this harms me in any way I'll have you square in the eyes before you can back away. If this kills me, you will have fourteen of the most experianced mercenary after you. There would be no where you could hide from them. They are known for being efficient at their jobs. Withdraw any harmful items you possess that I cannot see and I shall do the same. If you do this, after you are finished with your current conflict we can have a "fair" fight, if it may be called that. If you do not you will win today, but do you like the idea of being hunted?"

Cyril attempts his bluff. It is true that his partners are a group of efficient mercenaries, but he hadn't seen them for over a year. Sure they would hunt anybody that would kill Cyril, but by the time they would find out it would be too late to track. Even so, Cyrils emotionless face made it seem as if it could be a bluff or it might not. The choice would be hard. Take the bluff and face a "fair" fight, or throw away the bluff and risk being hunted untill death.

 

[angel2wicked]

Serina sighed, in an aggravated tone, crossed her arms defiantly, and rolled her cyan eyes in a most displeased manner. Blowing strands of sky streaked platinum blonde hair from her face, she then maneuvered her hands to her hips. Nothing annoyed her more than interference, and that's what this newcomer had done, she didn't particularily care if fourteen mercenaries came after her, after all, she was travelling with the Dark Jedi, Lu Kane, for most of her wandering of the galaxy. And as a skilled assassin, she was also used to being chased for revenge as well, let alone being chased by Lu Kane's enemies as well.

"I don't think I'm paying for a new roof, and there's you can particularily do to stop me from killing you either. In my line of work, why pass up a chance for more practice?"

A sadistic smile crossed her face, but, she did not attack again, as she had a feeling these two would now kill each other, and thought she might as well enjoy the show at hand. But, she was prepared to destroy either of them who managed to make it out alive, or at least remember her for the rest of their life. But, to the "sexy" remark, her face shadowed, Serina replied in a very cold reply to that.

"The Force overrules any sort of technological weapon you may try against me. But, feel free to kill this intruder."

In that sentence, she used to Force to strengthen the persuasion in that, in her intention to not allowing him to resist fighting this newcomer first. But, out of defiance to the ceiling remark before, she was planning to just tear apart the entire cantina. After all, no one dead can make her pay for damages.

 

[Jace Arcage]

*Jace sharply looked Serina in the eye. Who did she think she was? Very few were authorized to give him orders,and she wasn't on that list. The only few he could think of was his master,his drill sergeant,and his father. And he was trained well enough in the force to not be affected by any type of persuasion. Jace's eyes were seductive as well. They could be the sharpest when he needed then to be,and yet they could be the softest. They certainly weren't soft at the moment,though they were still beautiful.*

"I don't need your permission to take a life..." he said,coldly.

*His head slowly turned back to Cyril. As a small grin sweeped his face,he held up his hand. With the turn of his finger,a blue,puny BB-sized ball was visible. He wasn't exactly sure if Cyril knew what it was,but Jace wasn't going to leave himself open for attack. Jace's head moved to the left as he signaled to Cyril's left arm.*

"I know you have something on your left hand...Take it off. And next time,be a gentleman and let the lady fight first."

 

[Cyril Khan]

Cyril smirks at Jace he flashes his left hand moving the blade into view. With another flick with his wrist he moves the knuckler back up his sleave. Then in responce to Jaces comment he says,

"Forgive me if I haven't been a gentleman. I think we should allow the Lady to fight first, after all it is only proper,"

Cyril chuckles to himself over what he had said. He sits down in an angle where he can see both Jace and Serina. He knows that if he is attacked he can defend himself easily, how ever Serina had insulted both Jace and himself. He had a plan in mind. If Jace attacked Serina he would join him. If he was attacked he would defenatle use his area to attack and defend. Hopefully if he were double teamed he could get away easily enough.

 

[Sabre]

Jace and me have discussed it, and she appears to be in a position where she could defend against an attack like that. What’s more, an attack like that is not specialist, if you did by some small chance knock her out, you would not know the severity of the injury, nor how long it would take for her to come round.

 

[angel2wicked]

ooc: Thank you Darth Viscerus and Jace Arcage.

That was a cheap move, not allowing me to even react to it. Rule of thumb Cyril Khan, allow your opponent to react to your move as to how much damage they take, if they block it completely, or if they are completely blown away from it. I'll wait until you edit that, and then I'll turn this into a roleplay reply post.

 

[Jace Arcage]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Serina Kalos @ Jan 9 2006, 04:46 PM) [snapback]18452[/snapback]</div>

ooc: Thank you Darth Viscerus and Jace Arcage.

That was a cheap move, not allowing me to even react to it. Rule of thumb Cyril Khan, allow your opponent to react to your move as to how much damage they take, if they block it completely, or if they are completely blown away from it. I'll wait until you edit that, and then I'll turn this into a roleplay reply post.
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OOC: Welcome :3:

 

[Cyril Khan]

OCC: I fixed the post...