The Learning Curve

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de sat cross legged atop a roof of a large building in a city on the northern tip of the planet of Serenno. Eyes closed, as beads of sweat permeated from his brow and glistened off his chest. His hair was pulled back into a makeshift ponytail, with his palms turned upwards at the sky. With his mind broiling in rage, he imagined the city below him and the building he sat upon engulfing in flames. Blisters manifested on his hands, as his skin reacted to the heat, burning his flesh even before a flame was manifested. Images of burning huts and buildings flashed in his mind, as the first spark flashed and popped above his right hand.

Having to contain his excitement, he pressed onward, with fanatical fervor, inching ever closer to breathing life into a flame. His rage permeated like a mirage from his brow, causing the spitting snow above him to melt into droplets of water before evaporating against his hot, pink skin.

A symphony of snaps aired from above his hand just as a small ember came to fruition, but dissipated just as quickly. With a low growl he stood up, and walked to the far edge of the waist high duracrete barrier and leaned on it, looking out to clear his head, and allowing the cold air to cool his burning skin. "You were so close, Hal, almost, had it. Almost," he spoke to himself.

His shuttle that he had stolen from the barkeep was perched next to him, on his left side, pointing northwards into the city. The building he stood upon was almost 100 feet tall, and had roughly the same dimensions in width and depth. His lightsabers were strapped to his sides as well as his new blaster, which he kept on a single point sling tucked behind him, for easy access. He wore only his leg armor, though his chest and arms pieces were in the ship, and could be thrown on in a pinch.

 

[Xiang Vang]

Once a blizzard of frozen water quickly manifested into droplets of calculated designs falling from the sky like the exiled space angels, the air smothering every intake of breath; each intake of the blistering cold nearly freezing the lungs of those foolish to be marching about in such conditions. The children, watching with unmolested delight from windows, yearned to be outside catching flakes upon their pink tongues; their uneducated minds robbed of the dangers lurking outside leaving more than footprints in the snow.

Winter had come early in Serenno, a bit to early to some, forcing people to dash and rush to homes in preparations of warm tidings and comfort; though not all fled. I embraced the winter, the cold, the pain of the air swirling around my lungs as flakes of white turned to corruption danced on and around me. Stopping briefly in the season of my abyss, I knelt down running my bare hand through the white fluff, feeling in my heart the memory of my fall; my rebirth.

Obtaining a handful of snow, I watched as my warmth melted it back to its original form; comparing the change to my own. Once, I was pure. Once, I was simple. Once, I was me. Now, watching the snow corrupt under my warmth, I finally understood. I was meant to fall, to embrace, to become the daughter of the Darkside; but on my terms.

Where the Exiles sought foolishness and the Jedi sought to corral them; I sought something I never believed possible, greatness. Happiness in slavery to the Darkside, sporting the scars of learning and harboring the broken heart of denying it for to long. And as I stood there, I sensed the sinister man responsible for a series of brutal murders whose pride forsakened him with the belief of escaping capture. Tonight, the predator would become prey not because he slipped up; because I was bored and needed to prove to myself I chose the absolute path.

Like a unsuspecting victim, I drew him into my web wrapping my murderous intent around him; watching as his eyes bulged, his muscles tense, and his broken nails claw beautiful patterns into the neck and face, mixing his blood with the snow. When I grew bored, I left his body to freeze among the water, knowing in the days to come the media would speak of a vigilante hero who came to rescue them from the hands of a devil; but in truth, I was the devil they should fear.​

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Hal walked back after cooling himself down. The snow was beginning to pick up, and was covering the tops of the buildings around him. With a stretch of his arms and chest he walked back to his previous position, kneeling, and resuming his meditative trance, as his body temperature rose incrementally.

It didn't take long for the burning sensation underneath his skin to return, and fuel his rage and anger to a boiling point. After moments of intense concentration, an ember manifested just inches above his hand, and unlike the last, maintained itself. Halmo'de opened his eyes to see a pale red flame dancing above his palm.

He extended his palm outward, and cast the bolt outward toward the duracrete banister, only for it to lose it's form and dissipate before reaching it's mark.

In a fit of unbridled rage, he sent forth a powerful telekinetic blast, knocking a hole into the banister, and sending several hundred pounds of duracrete into the streets below the building upon which he stood. Drawing upon further force reserves, he'd attempt to manifest a similar ember, and instead of using it as a single projectile, would cast out a gout of flame, to a certain degree of success, for several seconds, although the range was negligible. With on small victory, he decided now to replete his force reserves with meditation and rest, calming the fire that rest within his chest.

 

[Xiang Vang]

With the moon's illumination casting my shadow upon the white ground, turning it into a menacing phantom, I began skipping across the snow; tossing my hands over my head in explicit glee. The murder of the sinister one had released me; breaking those chains of restriction I had fastened to myself. Fully awake, and open to fulfillment, the metamorphosis had shook the center of my core; the Darkside had become the catalyst that changed the butterfly into a raven, ripping away beautiful wings replacing them with the feathers of death.

My body abruptly halted, as my curiosity charged into overdrive. In the distance I caught a glimpse of a fiery display from above; a rooftop judging by the height of the event. Cocking my head to the left, I began tapping my right index finger upon those pursed lips of mine; my tongue slowly rolling across the canine teeth in my mouth. "What was that...I wonder," my voice whispered in the dark.

Looking around, I saw two figures dressed not only for the temperature but in police-like attire staring in the same direction I once was. Had they seen it to? My mental question was answered when the short, plump one whipped out a comlink; his voice struggling through chattering teeth. The tall, athletic one turned in my direction seeing nothing; as I ducked into an alleyway to escape their notice seconds before. I knew they would investigate the cause of such a display, and what would they find? That was an answer to a question I yearned to unlock myself.

Unfamiliar with the lay of the land, I needed a tour guide; in this case I had two readily available. Luckily for me, the alley ran horizontal with the main street allowing me to stalk unseen whilst allowing the guides to lead me closer and closer to ground zero. It wasn't just the Force I felt as I grew closer, or even the remnants of it's particles from the Darkside floating about, or even the burnt ozone smell, or the debris strewn about the street that earned a smile on my face; it was the presence of another who took sole responsibility for my facial expression.

I looked at the two men, Thing One and Thing Two, from around a building corner already knowing what they were planning. My eyes tracked them as they entered the building, wondering if luck or misfortune was riding their shoulders tonight. Shrugging my own shoulders, I began to turn away not caring to meet the owner of the signature until that ugly beast called curiosity reared it's misshapen head, prompting me to look up to the rooftop.

"I wonder again," my voice whispered in the dark, "What is up there?"​

 

[Zorin]

Serenno.

Finally, a truly civilized planet. Prakith was a potential Dark Side nexus, but there wasn't much else to it. And Jakku was just a backwater covered with overgrown jungles, and similarly overrun with crime. Even the place where he is trained is in the middle of nowhere.

But, Serenno. Here is a place with significance. True, it probably isn't too friendly to open Exiles, but Zorin is capable of being discreet.

Zorin enters the turbolift, following the beacon he had placed in the pocket of the Exile on Jakku. Zorin doesn't know his name yet, but hopefully he will soon find out.

Suddenly, a cacophonous noise comes from outside as he rides up, without any explanation. Could that have been caused by this Exile? If so, he will find that out soon as well.

Once the turbolift reaches the top floor, Zorin steps out, calling out to the Exile.

"What is your name? I need your help!" And Zorin does indeed need this man's help. If he is going to kill a Jedi Knight, he will require more than just an ally of convenience or coincidence. Not necessarily a permanent one, but somebody who can assist him in his goal until it is completed. Maybe this wouldn't be the one, but it is worth a try...

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de had repleted a fair amount of his force reserves, when a voice called out to him, that sounded like the Exile he met in passing as he killed a Gammorean on Jakku. How he'd found him, much less light-years away, was beyond him, until he found the tracker in his pocket.

"You had me tracked?!" He responded, holding the tracker in his left hand for a moment before crushing it. "Chances are you know who I am. Who are you and what in Force's name do you want from me? Answer, before I forget about recognizing you." He spoke, losing patience as quickly as his lips could form the words against the man.

Hal began to shiver, as the cold seeped into his bones, swiftly so, as he bore no shirt. He began to step toward the cockpit of his shuttle, and grabs his Gi top, throwing his arms through the sleeves, leaving it open for the time being, as he would not chance lowering his guard around anyone, even an ally.

Snow dusted the shoulders of his black Gi, as he stood, waiting for an explanation from the Iktotchi. Patience was not one of Halmo'de's greatest attributes.

Unbeknownst to Halmo'de, local law enforcement had seen the gout of flame, and we're not to far behind his present company. To him, it would look rather suspect, with the tracker, a so-called ally showing up out of the blue, and law enforcement, close in tow. As far as Hal is concerned, he doesn't know if the Iktotchi before him wasn't really a bounty Hunter in disguise, and had been tracking him here. Things were likely to get interesting very quickly.

 

[Suu]

Suu watched the duracrete tumble to the ground making a boisterous clap as it collided into the wintery mix that coated the sidewalks, the sound would be audible for a few blocks due to the height of the building and the relative 10 stories the material descended. With a light sigh he continued looking up his intent hadn't been to do much of anything whilst on Serenno but plans quickly changed as he watched the onlookers in the street gasping and looking to the nearby building. Quickly making his way for its entrance he hailed the turbolift; once inside away from prying eyes and making his ascent to the tenth floor he rotated his rifle from its slung position tight on his back and out from under his cold weather poncho that sat over top his armor and bodysuit. Carrying his normal load he held his weapon as the turbolift halted at the ninth floor, one below roof access for the ideal approach and concealment.

Making his way to the staircase of the building his black bodysuit paired with the dark grey portions of his armor and the poncho helped his blend into the night and once outside again the falling snow even if only slightly. Quickly moving up the staircase at low ready with weapon tucked close to his body ready to snap and fire at a moments notice; while attempting not to spook any non involved during his ascent he moved deliberately as he neared the roof access of the building.

A single durasteel door accompanied by the exits for the pair of turbolifts corralled in a small vestibule before exiting to the open roof. Reaching the top of the stairs Suu froze and snapped his weapon up pointing it at a man exiting the turbolift, robed and sporting a cape...? Kriff, theres more than one of 'em? Making sure he hugged the corner of the staircase in the shadow he held his finger on the trigger trailing the man with his weapon until he exited onto the roof. Checking the turbolifts to ensure there weren't anymore following Suu quickly knelt at the access panel for the set of lifts, one centered and in control of them both; quickly popping off the outer cover and connecting his computer spike to deactivate the lifts. Now only allowing for the stairs to enter and exit the building Suu doubled back for the door that lead outside quickly flicking the setting on his helmet for the scrambler turning his voice to a deep bass semi robotic tone.

Pushing the door open enough to get a look at what was going on outside Suu observed two men and a ship on the rooftop in the midst of a heated discussion the one seemed to be questioning the intent of the other. Quickly posting into a kneeling stance wedged between the door and the frame Suu looked through his M68 optic weapon trained on the back of the man roughly ten meter in front of him (@Zorin), finger poised to squeeze the trigger. Making sure to keep his senses keen Suu listened for anyone else who might be coming up the stairs and focused on the men in front of him.

 

[Ryttthhuk]

On another taller building sixty meters away across the street, the wookie hunter Ryttthhuk has just set up shop on the roof of the building, touching left side of a roof elevator access. It's higher elevation giving Ryttthhuk a good view of what's going on the roof of the other building. The wookie has a A-45 Blaster Rifle and 2 powerpacks for it instead of his usual transitional Bowcaster weapon (being a slugthrower weapon would cause legal issues with Serenno's civilized government) , but otherwise has all his other gear. With the wookie crouching, he then aims his weapon and looks down the scope, and he can see his partner @Suu to the Wookie's left and the two Exiles to the right along with a shuttle parked with the front of the cockpit in view. Ryttthhuk remembers these people from Jakku just by looking at them through his weapon's scope. With that, he points his weapon at one of the Exile's head (@Gian Greydragon), with his trigger-finger itching to fire his weapon.

When any one of the three people on the building make any drastic moves, Ryttthhuk will gun them down from his vantage point. Once the Exiles are dead, the two partner bounty hunters will be splitting the reward. As the wookie takes a deep breath, the Hunt is about to begin.

 

[Xiang Vang]

I finally entered the building, leaving enough time and space between myself and Thing One and Thing Two twirling just a bit of the Force to disrupt the electrical components within the bulbous lights; turning the hallway into a blanket of darkness. Undoubtedly the source on the rooftop would have felt the tremors like soft ripples through the Force; but I didn't care. I wasn't his or her enemy, nor his or her ally; I was just curious. Under the cover of darkness I moved slow with soft calculating steps. The two policemen where my only concern, and until I unraveled the mystery up top; I didn't need them to interfere with my quest. Killing them would be an option, but that was the most extreme of the scenarios coursing through my mind.​

Peeking around the corner, I saw the tall one press the button on the side panel of the turbolift; watching as nothing happened. He pressed it a couple of more times; and the same result. There was a stairwell on the right, and they headed toward it when I stepped out from around the corner. They spun around with faces painted full on with surprise. Thing One's eyes drifted to the vibrosword placed fashionably on my right hip whilst Thing Two placed his right hand on his holstered blaster.

"What are you doing here so late," the plump one asked. I was here for the same reason they were and telling them the truth would far outweigh the consequences of fabricating a lie. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk....when I saw an unexplained phenomenon from the rooftop of this building," I replied observing the two men carefully. I was sure they wouldn't detain me with whatever happened on the roof far more important than paperwork.

"Do you always carry a weapon with you when you take night walks," the other asked. Smiling I answered, "Well....there is a murder roaming about, correct? And I am a small framed female, correct? So wouldn't it be obvious for me to arm myself just in case our paths met?" They exchanged a look before the plump one said, "Why didn't you report it?" Good question I thought. "I'm here on vacation and unsure who to contact....and honestly...I was curious." I could see the skepticism wet their faces. "You need to leave and return to your lodgings."

That was not going to happen, especially now I felt a second presence in the Force coupled with the turbolift's malfunction. Like the calm before the storm, I approached them whilst drawing the energy of the Force around me; unleashing it in a wave of energy that knocked them both back into the wall extinguishing the air in their lungs. I closed the gap between myself and the unconscious duo; removing their cuffs and cuffing Thing One's left foot to Thing Two's right foot, Thing Two's right hand to Thing One's left hand. They were alive, both hosting a terrible headache when they awoke.

I entered the stairwell, opting not to use the Force to enhance my speed to reach the top faster; and even if I did my body would have felt the small effects of exhaustion from running blindly up the stairwell with no exact number of floors between the two sources and myself. Plus I already used the Force twice in a short span, though neither was draining, I knew whatever I found up there might not be so willing to indulge me in friendly conversation; so I needed my energy well to refill.

I reached the top, stepping out seeing another door that led to the rooftop. I entered and refrained from moving up the stairs when I saw a small amount of moonlight casting a shadow on the wall up above. Now that was interesting.​

 

[The Storyteller]

The desk sergeant picked up a stack of papers in both hands, stood them up, and tapped them on the desk several times as they fell into a slightly neater orientation than they were before. He slid a clip on them and tossed the packet into the to-do pile for the next shift. He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh as he looked at the clock. 8 more minutes until his shift was over, and then he would have two days of blissful time off. He loosened the black tie around his neck and smiled. Another shift down, another relatively peaceful day. No officers had gotten hurt, he always considered that a win. Well, except for Murphy who had somehow managed to stun himself and fall down a couple stairs. But that was Murphy's own damn fault.

The sergeant stood and grabbed his empty cafe mug. He'd kill the end of his shift by getting some coffee to go from the break room. It was at that moment the radio crackled and a code came through that made him immediately sit back down. "10-33, 10-33! This is Beat 26, possible explosion at Nakasoshi Plaza! We witnessed a large amount of debris fall from the building as well as what looked like small flames. Casualties unknown."

So much for ending his shift on time. He grabbed the radio, sitting back down in the chair so hard that it bounced up and down and slide a foot to one side. He grabbed the edge of the desk with one had and pulled himself back in front of his screen, the wheel casters scraping against th hard, semi-transparent plastic floor mat. "Beat 26 this is base, what's the situation on the ground?"

"No panic yet, the building is really high the only people on the ground that noticed are the ones that saw the debris-hang on, looks like a few pedestrians got hit by shrapnel. Requesting EMS."

Shit. "Copy that. I need you two to evacuate the building until we can properly assess what's going on. Move!" He switched channels and barked orders at dispatch. "I need EMS and rescue crews to Nakasoshi Plaza, possible explosion, minor injuries on the street from debris. Get an ordinance squad dispatched, as well as an engineering crew from the city to evaluate the blast site from the air." He knew he wasn't going home tonight. Even though he'd debrief his shift replacement on the situation, he'd be heading over to the Plaza after. This was the worst part of the job: the unknown. He hated leaving a shift when something was going down and not knowing how it turned out until he got back in to work, or saw it on the news. With an explosion at Nakasoshi Plaza, a building owned by Greater House Demici, he was going to want answers as they were found. The sergeant just prayed that nobody would get seriously hurt. Or worse.

 

[Persephone]

As a Jedi Shadow, Persephone had always been trained to be one step ahead. From her opponent, from her potential foes, and especially her allies. Lurking behind corners or stalking her prey from the shadows had been a common part of her life within the Order. From city to city, she was always within striking distance, but always just out of reach. That was how it had always been. With the Order split, the Exiles running rampant, and a legion of bounty hunters clamoring for a lightsaber, Percy had to be at her best. It was why she now leaned over the edge of the tallest structure in the city, weapons at one side and a rudimentary holo-radio on the other.

For several hours now, she was listening in to frequencies of all kind. Reports of Exile sightings, rumors of a Cartel presence. She had to keep her ears close to the ground if she ever wanted to catch some game. Fortunately, tonight was a good night. Scoping around through the lens of elementary binoculars, she was quick to recognize several robed strangers gathering on a rooftop. “Exiles,” she hissed, recognizing the red blade and following telekinetic blast. She began to gather herself to attack, but noticed something else.

What really caught her attention was that in the building just beside her, a massive silhouette was setting up camp on the edge of the rooftop. A bounty hunter, no doubt. “Disgusting,” she murmured. As much as she hated Exiles and their dark intentions, she despised bounty hunters. They had hunted force sensitives to the brink of extinction, but not for their own beliefs, like the Exiles. Rather, they hunted for credits, or just for sport. Especially when they chose to pick off strangers sixty meters away and from the safest position possible. There was no honor in that, and it drove Persephone absolutely mad.

Leaving behind her radio and adjusting her gear, the Jedi stepped back and leapt toward the other building. Given its close position and similar height, Persephone had little need for the force. Still, she allowed it to cushion her silent landing, and instantly, she glared toward the bounty hunter with her primary lightsaber in hand. Being a little under ten meters from the stranger, she continued to let the force swell at her fingertips. She figured the bounty hunter might recognize her presence the moment she landed, but Percy didn’t mind. She was more than ready for a fight.

@Faster Than Light HI BUDDY

 

[Zorin]

As Halmo'de asks him the questions, Zorin answers, whispering: "I am Zorin, an Exile, and--"

But suddenly, Zorin feels something in the Force. Danger. Not from a Jedi, but someone else...

But who? Probably bounty hunters, but it might be law enforcement or even rogue Republic soldiers.

"No time to explain! I can sense it...someone is coming for us. We have to take care of this," Zorin says hastily, hoping the other Exile will be smart enough to listen to him, and unite to take on this new threat.

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de had no time to help anyone, much less, if he didn't know anything about them. The lack of communication was beginning to both bore and anger the Exile, but he was right, something was coming. There was something colder than normal, and it wasn't as simple as a drop in temperature.

Thoughts swirled in his head. Zorin had to have been a distraction for them, for a bounty Hunter or a group of them to hunt him down. He looked at the Iktotchi, as he begged him to join him, the yellow in his eyes glowing with rage, as he perceived betrayal, and just as he was about to ignite his lightsaber, a glint of light reflected off of an object obstructing the door from closing fully. Upon closer inspection, the silhouette began to take the shape of a rifle. Without making any quick, or sudden movements, he stepped toward the other exile, even grinning as he stood closely to his comrade, concealing his movements for his blaster.

"Let's go then." he spoke, and without missing a beat, he'd push past him, placing his fellow exile between himself and the larger building to his flank, and any sniper that might be present, as he crouched and reached out with the Force and yanked the door partially off it's hinges, immediately thereafter, pulling his pistol and firing three shots into what the door was concealing.

Even if Halmo'de had no way of knowing there was a sniper, the Exile was no stranger to the tactics of bounty hunters. He moved upward, placing himself in the crook of a large air conditioning unit covering him from the front and from sniper fire. Once in cover, Hal ignited the saber hilt he had in his right hand.



(The order posted in the OOC should take effect now, Exempting @SleepyJedi87 as he just posted. So @Mortivica, you're up, @Rimrald , then business as usual from then on out.)

 

[Xiang Vang]

I continued to observe the shadow at the top of the stairs, though it was impossible to actually see the owner of said shadow. Occasionally the shadow would shift, and I wondered what the owner was doing. I knew someone was up on the roof and it was obvious the owner saw the someone on the roof. Was this owner merely observing? Was this an ally of the someone? Or, though it occurred to me late, the owner was actually hunting the roof dweller. I looked back at the defunct turbolift, knowing it would take a maintenance crew to get that up and running again and the lone stairwell door was within breath's reach. And I wondered if the two police types had awakened, already calling for assistance; which would muddle any escape, but I was prepared for that.

There was something, beyond my comprehension since I only had a small view from within my dark cove, unfolding; so I thought. Whatever intentions the owner of the shadow harbored, it didn't involve me. I held no loyalty to anyone, or any faction or cartel. I'm a rover, and I do what I want and live by my own codes and laws; at times walking the line of breaking those upheld by society. And even then, I've broken them when it suited my needs or threatened my self preservation.

For a moment I thought of backing away, closing the door quietly behind me, and returning to my life. I took great pains not to get involved in the conflict between the Exiles and the Jedi, opting to let them duke it out; painting black and blue eyes upon their selective beliefs. And this, like that conflict, was none of my business too.

Just as my mind circled around the choices, blaster fire erupted; illuminating the area where the owner of the shadow was positioned. I slipped out my vibroblade, leaving my twin daggers staged on my belt, and watched the colorful events unfold above me. ​

 

[Alyona Nálan]

Serenno seamed peaceful, Alyona liked that, yet she knew that the peace here could only be obtained by the ruling of the strong. It was a snowy day and she was sitting on a rooftop, awoken after a little gaze and shook of the snow, as for some reason this seemed to be the standard on this planet. When first arriving at the planet she wanted to start of again immediately and search for safety somewhere else, but why bother? No one should be looking for her on this planet. From her high position she observed some cloaked figures on another roof. Could that be Exils? If so, should she joining on there meeting, or would that be dumb? While she still thought about that she noticed someone else. On the other side of the street a women leaped from one building to another, what was there to be gained by such an action? And only then did she notice the shooter who had gotten in position there. Those exiles sure weren't stupid if they had scouts securing the perimeter around their meeting. But when the woman ignited her light saber she Alyona was stunned. That was not an Exiles blade. She inspected the woman more closely. Did she know her? Well, only time could tell. For the purpose of walking around the city she had clad herself in civilian cloths once again, which should ease her jump over the street. The other building was a bit lower, so she should reach it. She took her masters lightsaber out of her pocket and was ready to jump. Those hunter would be distracted by the Jedi, and with her help it would be easy to take him out. She assured herself that there were no other shooters in positions arround them that could cause harm to them and then got ready. She ran, jumped, landed and started tumbling, tripping over a box which lied on the flat roof. She quickly arose again, her blue saber ignited but the surprise was gone. However, there were only the three of them on the roof and no way for another one to mysteriously appear from nowhere. Here blue blade was ignited and she got ready for the fight.

 

[Suu]

Vooomp

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His first shot flew from the barrel of his rifle as the men still stood in the open the robed one with his back to Suu being the target no more than 15 meters away at the max without weapon drawn or armor donned he would appear to be an easy target for the bounty hunter (@SleepyJedi87). But before he could even squeeze the trigger a second time or watch his round connect as the door swung open without a second thought he knew it would have been the doing of the exile. Pivoting out of the doorway and slamming his back on the wall he had almost managed to dodge all three bolts but at such close proximity he felt lucky to even miss two of them.

As the first round followed quickly in the short span of the doors movement it had connected with his chest plate; the pain of the round left him taking a shallow breath he could already feel the damage done. But he didn't have time to stop fighting now that it had begun, having thrown his slung rifle back over his shoulder during the pivot he drew his blaster pistol in his left hand. Quickly reaching to his belt and unsheathing his vibrosword and readying it in his right hand he then noticed the figuring that was behind him during the beginning of the fight.

The moonlight now shining into the open doorway illuminating the vestibule that housed the turbolifts and the second door to the staircase. Suu did not speak he only looked at the figure, blade in hand but not illuminated; "I don't know who you are or who you're with but there is a lot of money on that rooftop if you're up for helping take it."(@Mortivica)

 

[Ryttthhuk]

Now with the Wookie's scope now tracking Zorin after the two started talking, he quickly sees his partner fire a blaster shot at him. A moment later Ryttthhuk would fire three shots in close succession with his scope tracking the Zorin's movements. Although the rifle he is using normally has a lot of recoil, Ryttthhuk's wookie strength mitigates the recoil. Since the Exile (@SleepyJedi87) was panicking and talking, he might have a hard time sensing and dodging not only his partner's shots coming mid-speech, but also the ones that Ryttthhuk is sending his way as well. Unless he is omniscient, he won't be able to avoid them all with blaster fire coming from two different directions coursty of Suu and Ryttthhuk.

After that, Ryttthhuk dropped his sniper rifle at the edge of the building, he had a feeling that the Wookie Hunter has been hunted by someone else. He then turns around and then sees a woman stand before her a little under ten meters away, looking tense at the Wookie. She was wearing Jedi robes, wasn't hard to tell she was a Jedi. He then tried to speak to the Jedi, in the only language he can speak, the Wookie language. "--Jedi. I'm with the Bounty Hunter's Guild. I'm trying to take down those Exiles. I have no quarrel with you.--" he then gestured to the building where the Exiles are at. The Wookie does have no quarrel with the Jedi who stands before him, he only wants to hunt the Exiles. Right after, another woman Pantoria woman appears on the roof as well, Ryttthhuk noticed.

If there's one thing that hunting in the Shadow Lands of Kashyyyk has taught him, it's to always be ready, and he will draw his vibroswords if needed.

@Clayton

 

[The Storyteller]

"Copy that," the taller of the officers said into his commlink. He had a pace that looked like a sack of meat and potatoes that had been punched a couple times. Police work hadn't been his first choice. He'd wanted to join the navy, but his father took him aside one day and told him point-blank "son, people in space don't have a face like yours." So Flynn had settled into police work. It wasn't bad work, usually. Nights like this one sucked though. He plucked a holoprojector from his belt and tossed it into the street. A flickering blue line appeared stretching from one building to the next. "Police Line Do Not Cross." His partner did the same with the other direction. This at least would create a somewhat safe exit point for the building's inhabitants to leave.

Flynn's partner was older, nearing retirement age. He was also much shorter and tubbier than Flynn. Sajax hadn't started out his life as a cop, either. He had worked at a law office run by a local gangster. He'd sometimes pose as a lawyer if one of the associates wasn't available. Luckily Sajax had never gotten caught, and once the gangster got arrested, Sajax slid smoothly into a career in law enforcement. Quite ironic, really. "Anyway, Flynn, I'm sorry for saying my niece threw up all over my apartment, just to avoid going out. I know you wanted me to go to your daughter's birthday, I just...parties with a bunch of brats running around isn't my thing."

Flynn shrugged. "Nah, it's ok. She would have found an old man like you boring anyway," he ribbed as they headed into the building.

"Oh hah hah," Sajax grumbled.

The night manager at the front desk stood up to greet them. "Can I help you, officers?"

Flynn nodded. "Yeah, I need you to evacuate the building, there was an explosion on the roof," he said, hiking a thumb over his shoulder at the door.

"Evacuate? An explosion..I...some residents have called about loud noises but are you sure?"

Flynn rolled his eyes and marched over to a fire alarm. He smashed the glass with a fist, then pulled on the lever. "Yeah I'm sure." He moved to the desk and pointed at the communication system. "Does that page the entire building? Good." He grabbed it before the night manager could protest and began barking evacuation orders to all floors. The alarm had already roused some irritated residents on the ground floor, but they knew better than to give a couple cops trouble. The evacuation had begun.

 

[Persephone]

When Persephone landed, the Wookie bounty hunter was quick to fire. Loosing several shots toward the other rooftop, it seemed she had arrived just a moment too late. Already was he picking off the others like fish in a barrel, and again, it infuriated her. The act alone was not only without honor, but the damned bounty hunter was taking her rightful kills. Those Exiles deserved to die by her blade and by her own two hands— not by some sniper rifle sixty meters away. It was in that forethought that the Jedi continued to let the force build inside her, almost to the point that it was ready to explode from her fingertips.

She had to be prepared for what would come next, after all.

Once the bounty hunter dropped his sniper rifle against the edge of the building and turned to face Percy, she was already moving in action. Except, she didn’t move at all. The moment the wookie let loose his mouth and started to yak noises she could scarcely understand was the moment she readied herself to attack. Given its choice to blabber and glance away from her, by the time her strike came, it would be far too late.

From her both now outstretched hands, the force would shoot straight into the bounty hunter’s chest, shoulders, and throat. Despite all its own alien strength, the surprise, full-fledged blow would be next to impossible to avoid. And with his position by the edge of the rooftop, the stranger would simply fly right off the concrete building and into the ground. Death would await them. As for Persephone? It seemed she would be getting a new weapon: to sell off, of course.

Once or if the bounty hunter inevitably stumbled over the edge, Percy would close the distance between them in a moment’s notice with both lightsabers activated. She just had to make sure her opponent met his end— well, that, and she was a little curious on whether they would go splat or crunch.

 

[Alyona Nálan]

The other Jedi seemed to handle the situation perfectly, or not, since she did not seem to notice her. She held her blue saber with both hands and considered what she should do, as the Jedi started to move foreward while a strong forsh push took hold of the wookie she decided it would be best not to interfere. She let the Jedi pass her and then watched as she reached the wookie. There really was no way he could have seen that coming, or defend himself. She kind of wondered how long he had yet to live.