The Pit

[Vindictive]

As soon as they entered the docking bay, the alarms sounded. Either someone was trying to steal one of the ships, or the hunter hand managed to pull a few strings and was trying to get them locked down. Either or, they had little time to waste. "Come on! We have to get the hell out of here!" She yelled as she started to run for the ship. The loading ramp was lowered as the R2 unit waited for their arrival. He was a good little droid, loyal only to whoever owned the ship. Considering his previous owner was dead, she was the next best thing.

As she entered the ship, assuming that Fang had boarded with her, she immediately raised the ramp before anyone else could get on and ran to the cockpit. The ships engines roared to life and the Black Eagle began to hover in the air as its landing gear was raised and stored within the ships' underside. She quickly turned the ship so that it faced the big opening only to realize that the hanger bay doors were closing. Kark! She thought to herself. She quickly analyzed the doors before the little black and red R2 rolled up beside her.

Try shooting at its emergency exit engine. That's what keeps the doors from closing and it'll make them open right back up. Just in case a ship has to escape in emergency. The R2 said in its own song-like language. Lyndis looked up at the ceiling and noticed a cylindrical container large enough to store a swoop bike. She entered in a few codes into the computer to try and engage the auto-turret function, but swore when the screen notified her that it had been temporarily disabled due to maintainance reasons.

"Fang, man those turrets! Take out that Emergency engine on the ceiling, or we won't be getting out of here!" She yelled. She hoped and prayed that they could escape before it was too late. The hunter would be stupid to go into the Jedi temple, guns-a-blazin'. "Hurry before the hunter realizes which ship is ours!" She yelled again. They only had a few minutes, so they had to do this right.

 

[Fang.]

The alarm went off, and Fang started off into a run just behind Lyndis, as they entered the docking bay, Fang took a glance at the ship, and he could not deny, it was a very nice ship. unfortunatly he could not take the time to admire it as he quickly boarded the ship right behind Lyndis. He followed her into the cockpit, as she sat down and brought the ship to life, the beeps and whirs of systems going through their startup processes and the roar of the engines. Fang saw the doors to the hanger closing, and his tactical mind kicked in. after doing a quick glance around, noted the the emergency generator on the ceiling powering the hanger doors. Fang was already briskly walking towards the ships turretts as Lyndis gave him the "orders" to do what he already knew was required.

Fang quickly climbed up into the upper turrett and got in, taking off his hood and turning on the systems. the moment the primary systems had powered up, Fang took aim and Fired repeatedly into the emergancy engine, until it was destroyed. as it blew, shrapnel from it scatered over the top of the hull of the ship.

Fang had little doubt that they would escape now, once they were out of the lower levels, they would basically be safe.

 

[Sarsezic]

Sarsezic started towards the rather long wall of the slowly closing doors of the docking tiers. Grabbing ahold of a jutted pipeline, he hung from the ledge, his foot along a nook in the wall, watching as each door closed slowly. Meanwhile, his HUD kept track of the scenario unfolding around the facility due to his scouter drones. Sarsezic scanned over each docking bay door, collectively watching for any signs of change. If they were here...something would stand out. Or they were trapped. The alarm of the facility sunk into the back of his mind, becoming a common sound he had been so used to hearing. The whir of the alarm brought about nostalgia. A cascade of sparks snapped Sarsezic from his train of thought, as he shot his gaze towards the echoing sound of familiar ship mounted turrets. "So thats where you are." Sarsezic pulled himself close to the wall, placing his hand along his wrist launcher, he pressed the button on its side. "Lets keep you still..." Sarsezic thought to himself, one of his drones started for the docking bay doors. Slipping through the doors with ease due to it's miniscule size. It made its way towards the ship, the device on its back began to blink as it neared the ship.

Sarsezic inhaled a deep breath from the air he let siphon into his helmet. The scenario almost felt too surreal. He gripped the pipe once more, aiming his wrist forward, he fired the grappling hook to one of the arrays that rested on the outer wall, letting the launcher pull him closer to the doors, the whiplash however made him fall in a more of a swooping manner. Hanging below the array, the hook finished reeling him in. Climbing along the side of the array, he kicked in the exhaust vents on the outerwall, climbing into it.

Sarsezic inhaled and exhaled slowly as he lay on his back within the ventilation shaft. He could feel the shaking coming from the docking bay of a nice sized ship uplifted from the ground. The sounds of the engines vibrating the ventilation shaft, the echoing sounds of the turret. He exhaled once more. Lifting his hand, he pressed the button along his launcher, setting off the detonator he placed on the drone. "Lets see how strong that hull is...see how long you can escape me."

 

[Vindictive]

BOOM! An explosion rocked the ship and almost knocked it off balance. The ship swayed to the side and made a small crash into the wall of the hangar bay, creating a huge dent that would take months to repair. "Shit!" She swore as she regained control of the ship. Without hesitation, she tilted the ship to the side so that it would fit through the opening left by the halted doors of the hangar. She kicked the throttle in high-gear, blasting the ship out of the hangar faster than she could blink.

They barely escaped.

She quickly put in the coordinates for the temple and leaned back in the pilots' seat, sighing in relief. "That was a really close call, yeah, R2?" She said to the little Astromech as the ship soared through the skies, leaving the lower city and entering the sky traffic above the tall towers of coruscant. She didn't waste time as she engaged the damage count system of the ship, analyzing every square inch of it for what needed repairs. She swore as the screen lit up, notifying her of a gaping hole above the cargo bay and a damaged hull on the left wing, where one of the crew quarters was. She hoped the Jedi would be kind enough to give repairs after the trouble they went through.

"You alright up there?" She asked through the intercom, making sure Fang wasn't dead. She knew it wasn't flashy piloting, but she did her best with what she could to make sure no one ended up dead. The last thing she needed to hear was that the man who risked his neck for her got nerf-hammered by the hangar door as it skidded across the top and knocked the turret off. That would've been bad news indeed. Her senses tingled, though, letting her know that he was, in fact, alive and well. Asking him was more or less just making sure he knew she hadn't forgotten him and that she actually did care.

 

[Fang.]

Boom an explosion hit the ship, and Fang was thrown against the side of the turrett room, dazed, he looked up just in time to see a hanger door coming in to swipe his head off, Fang dived down the ladder and into a roll, an instant before the door hit the turret, Fang rolled as he hit the floor, but the hall was not wide enough and he knocked his head against teh wall, I hate bounty hunters he thought as he rubbed his head and stumbled to his feet, taking a moment to regain his balance before the ship kicked into high gear causing him to stumble yet again. His forhead was bleeding from a small cut he had gotten when he dived out of the turret, but he didnt notice it, slowly he made his way back to the cockpit.

"You alright up there?" she said into the intercom as Fang walked into the cockpit. Ive had worse he said leaning on her chair. It would be a few minutes before they arrived at the temple...

 

[Sarsezic]

Sarsezic kicked in the new vent, as he jumped down into the smoke filled, and quite destroyed docking bay. Looking around through the smoke, he rested his eyes on the partially open hangar doors. He lowered his focus to the destroyed turret debris below. Walking towards it, he looked it over. The modeling of the gun, getting a good idea of the ships appearance. Sarsezic chuckled to himself, crouching beside the turret, he placed his hand along the bent barrel of the gun. Looking through the doors of the engines of the ship speeding away from the scene. Pressing his hand along his wrist launcher, he sent his other scouter drone to track it down. "All that damage. Only a matter of time. You just red taped yourself..." he thought to himself. Sarsezic rose to his feet, starting for the door. Climbing up the small wall, he stood, looking up at the upper levels of the city. "Now where are you taking me too this time?..." he enjoyed this hunt. This was exciting. Now he just wants to confront them. Sarsezic's thoughts rested on how the fight would play out...how he should prepare if his assumption was correct. How would he counter it?...He enjoyed surprises. Sarsezic sat down, watching his HUD, awaiting where the drone will lead him. Until then, he prepared, waiting. Saved his energy.

 

[Vindictive]

"That was waaaay too close of a call. Sorry for the shaky ride," Lyndis said, apologizing for the trouble. She had dealt with hunters before, but none went to such great lengths to immobilize her like this one did. He was too damned good. She started to wonder who placed the bounty on her head and how much it was exactly that such a skilled hunter would chase her down like this? He had to be a cut above the rest to cause this much trouble. She had a feeling that he was merely playing with her, savoring the hunt that she was giving them. She hoped and prayed the Jedi Temple would give them more than enough help against this new foe.

She decided to get her mind off of things when another thought hit her; the Jedi who outcasted her. She immediately turned to Fang. "There's a Jedi in the temple I want to see. That's assuming he's still there," she said. "I'm not going to kill him or anything, but I want to give him one good punch to the face. He deserves it..." She said, starting to get lost in her memory. She turned back around in her seat and stared out the windshield. If she saw him, she'd punch him so hard, he wouldn't be able to kiss a bantha his face would be so swollen. She repeatedly told herself that he deserved it over and over again to make it that much easier to hit him in front of all of his friends. Just to embarass him.

 

[Fang.]

after entering the main traffic stream and apologizing for the shaky ride, Lyndis turned to him.

"There's a Jedi in the temple I want to see. That's assuming he's still there, I'm not going to kill him or anything, but I want to give him one good punch to the face. He deserves it..." She said, with an obvious amount of hate for that specific Jedi in her voice, as she turned back to the windshield.

Fang shook his head and leaned against one of the walls in the cockpit he took a breath before speaking, Let's think about this for a second, he said in a not condecending, but calm voice of reason, How do you know he was a Jedi? Lets say he was and that he is still alive, there are many Jedi establishments and temples throughout the Galaxy, he may not even be here. If he was here, do you intend to just walk up and try to hit him? do you think that other Jedi will allow it? You will likely get arressted for unprevoked assult. Fang said. If he is infact a Jedi and you do find him, there is a proper way to go about this, and you will have my support, but only if we do this the right way Fang said.

Truthfully he liked Lyndis, but if she intended to just walk up to a Jedi and attack him, he was duty bound to try and stop her. The last thing he had wanted to do was to give her this little speech, and he hoped she would think about what he said. Lets get to the temple first, then we can look into this matter. he finished, taking a breath and looking out the windshield, Unintentionally exposing the scar on his cheek and the cut on his head that he had yet to notice to her.

 

[Sarsezic]

Sarsezic looked back into the smokey interior of the docking bay. From through the smoke his HUD had marked a maintenance crew of droids in the area to clean and salvage what they could of the wreckage. Sarsezic looked forward once more.

Inhaling the filtered air through the coils of his helmet he sighed. His gaze never leaving the drone camera as it continued to track the ship. Luckily he had detonating the drone when he did. It was just like tracking an injured prey. The smoke being its bloody signature. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sounds of sirens of incoming patrol squads towards the docking facility. Though, it did not bother him. No. His mind was on how this hunt was going to play out. He recited hotspots of Coruscant that his prey would scurry too. The ship was damaged and they could be in need of repairs?...Yet it was too bluntly obvious.

Sarsezic stood up, he lifted his hand to his helmet pressing the side of it to call on his mobile single rider speeder. Looking back once more through the cover of the smoke, he jumped from the ledge onto the speeder, evacuating the facility. If they were heading somewhere he'd leave it to his drone to follow its trail...until then it was time to plan, fix his arsenal and prepare for what was next to come. A grin marked his face.

 

[Vindictive]

She simply nodded, confirming that she understood what he was instructing. While she had a bounty on her head, facing tribunal justice and having half the hunters in the galaxy who were employed by the Hutts looking for her didn't align with her best interests. She wanted to stay alive, quite frankly. And Hutt justice didn't exactly run as the most lenient of court systems. They would have her fed to their rancors and slice hounds faster than she'd be able to blink. She shuddered at the thought.

She looked back up at Fang, wanting to ask questions about the Jedi until she noticed a bleeding cut on his forehead and a scar coursing down his face. "Gods, you're hurt," she said, standing to her feet. She walked up to him and examined the cut more closely to make sure it didn't have risk of infection before going to the emergency first aid kit. She pulled out a foam bandage gun and walked over to him once again. "Hold still," she said as she released the foamy substance over the cut. The effects would be instant; a warm tingly feeling, then a cooling sensation, then the cut would've been healed without leaving a mark.

"So what happened with your scar?" She asked as she put the bandage gun away. She looked out the windshield; he'd at least have enough time to regale her a story. She was quite eager to hear it as well.

 

[Fang.]

Lyndis got up to look at him, she appeared to have taken what he said rather well, when suddenly a look of shock came over her face as she ran up to him, "you're hurt," she said touching his forehead, before taking a step back, Fang reached up and touched the spot and then lowered his hand to reveal blood on his fingers, he must have cut himself during the fall, Fang was about to speak, but Lyndis had already rushed over with the first aid kit telling him to hold still. He considered telling her to stop, as he could easily fix it with the force, but he felt that would have been rude. And besides, she was already spraying his forehead with the bandage foam, his forehead felt abit tingly, sort of like when one truly connected themselves to teh force for the first time, before it started to cool like a breeze on a summers day. After a moment, the bandage was removed leaving not a mark.

Fang pulled a cloth out of one of the pockets in his robes and dabbed where he assumed the blood would be on his face, and gave a nod of thanks before putting the cloth back in his pocket. Lyndis went and put the kit away, and then turned around saying
"So what happened with your scar?" why did they always ask? He supposed it was because it was smack dab on his face, and was not a usual scar, but still, it was not a fond memory, and he did not like to talk about it. Fang looked out the window, unconciouslly touching his scar for a moment before crossing his arms again.

I got this scar not an hour after my master was killed. Fang said, the memory flashing back for an instant, We were on a mission to recover what is known as a Holocron, but a Sith got there first Fang trailed off for a moment, So we were forced to engage in combat, Fang paused for a moment remembering, remembering the moment that he saw his master die, and he killed my master, but I had to keep fighting. In the fight, I felt no anger, no hate, no pain, though when it was done I felt it, I felt only, focus. It was during that fight, between me and that Sith, when he gave me this scar, only moments before his own death. Fang trailed off, believing that to be a more than sufficient answer, it was clear in his voice that he had come to terms with what had happened, but that didnt mean that there wasnt still that pang of pain when he thought about it

 

[Vindictive]

"A Sith... I'm so sorry," she said. She knew it still hurt him inside to have lost his master, and felt guilty that she brought it up. "I didn't mean to wake such... Well, you know what I'm saying," she explained. She pulled her knees to her chin, resting it on them as she sat in the cockpit. The Jedi temple was starting to come into view over the horizon. It wouldn't be too long before they'd reach the temple. In all honesty, she didn't know if she wanted to leave his side. She was starting to like him. He did save her, after all. Not only that, he kept her from doing something incredibly stupid.

That's when she figured that would be a good way to change the subject. "I remember that Jedi's face if you want to read my mind and see for yourself. Maybe you would know who he is," she said, looking up at him. "I remember his face clear as day."

 

[Fang.]

"A Sith... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake such... Well, you know what I'm saying," she said. that wasnt how people normally reacted, usually it was just an 'oh' and they moved on. Fang sat in the copilots seat gave her a light smile, Nothing to be sorry about Lyndis, he died fighting to protect what he believed in, and I've come to terms with it He turned out the window seeing the Jedi Temple, as majestic as it ever was. He turned back to Lyndis who had pulled her knees to her chin sitting in the chair opposite him in the cock pit. The way the sun rays hit her through the cockpit seemed to make her glow. Fang wanted to protect her, to help her, then again FAng wanted to try to help everyone he could, but there was somehting about her that he really liked.

"I remember that Jedi's face if you want to read my mind and see for yourself. Maybe you would know who he is," she said, looking up at him. "I remember his face clear as day."
Fang nodded, We dont even know for sure if he is a Jedi. Fang said, and then paused, leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. But Regardless I will do everything in my power to help you find him, and get whats coming to him he said, completly honestly, with a hint of hope, and then paused. the right way.

 

[Vindictive]

"I know... But that's why I want to show you. If he is, you'd be able to tell. And even more, you might be able to recognize him," she said. She closed her eyes and pulled the memories of the man who paraded around as a Jedi. He wore brown and tan robes, black boots, and had a silver and gold lightsaber dangling from his hip. She recalled his face, how prideful and arrogant it looked as he scolded and ridiculed her. His eyes were blue, and his hair was long and brown. He had a tattoo on his face that went from his forehead to his chin; a black tattoo.

Once she had the memory, she focused on it and, without realizing what she was doing, began to send it to him telepathically. She assumed she was just trying to keep the memory in her head, but she was in fact sending it. Whether he received it or not was unknown, however. She kept the memory in her head as long as it would take for him to see it and be able to tell. As soon as she saw the man, though, her heart was starting to turn with anger. How she wanted to hit him...

 

[Fang.]

"I know... But that's why I want to show you. If he is, you'd be able to tell. And even more, you might be able to recognize him," she said. Fang saw a look cross her face, a look of thought, suddenly Fang felt something enter his mind, his hand jumped up to his temples, as a very vivid image of a Prideful, Arrogant man brown and tan robes, black boots, and had a silver and gold lightsaber dangling from his hip, he had blue eyes, long brown hair. He had a black tattoo on his face that went from his forehead to his chin. More than this image, Fang could feel her projected emotions, anger, and an amount of pain.

Fang looked up at her. Do you know what you just did? it wasnt an accusitory question, it was asked with a calm and curious voice, if she did not know, this would be as good a time as any to find out.

 

[Sarsezic]

Sarsezic flew his speeder into the air traffic, maneuvering past the hectic flyers. He had his sights set for the hunt, his plan finally constructing itself from within his mind. Gripping the throttle of the speeder, he sped up further, snaking through the others, before branching off from the traffic towards an upper tier building top. Bringing his speeder to a slow stop, he stepped off the speeder, walking over towards the generators that littered the top of the building. "Each of these buildings contain a series of these generators..." Sarsezic lifted his head, looking towards another building top, his HUD honing in on another building top, giving him better vision of the clutter of generators. "If a few of these....measley generators were to suddenly come to a sudden hault, it'll cause an outage in different small sectors of these buildings..." Sarsezic slowly walked towards the ledge, peering down into the traffic stream, and even further to the series of lights and buildings. "Back-up generators will kick in once these sectors black out." Sarsezic turned back towards the generators. Making his way back to the speeder, he withdrew a few thermal charges, then the detonator he fastened on to his belting. Walking towards the generator, he pushed the thermal charge inbetween the generators. "This should attract some attentions...black market grade thermal detonators..." Sarsezic chuckled. In a city like this, black market grade is damn near untraceable...this city is far too big afterall. The problems with crime. The advantages for him...however. Sarsezic turned, making his way back to his speeder. Sitting down, he started for the next building top, repeating the process on the other building top.

Sarsezic sat back down on his speeder, looking over towards the other building top. Resting his finger along the side of his helmet, his HUD marked the generators. "That should do it..." Sarsezic leaned forward, checking the Drone camera once more, "All in a matter of time..." he sped forward away from the two buildings. He started for a taller structure, he needed a good birds eye view, making sure his two separate marks were in total view. He needed a crunch zone, a spot of distraction...As he neared a taller building side, he stepped from his speeder onto the ledge. Facing the speeder, he removed the old DC-15x Sniper Rifle from the back of the speeder. Pressing his back against the metal walls, he looked through the scope, adjusting the scope along the top. He was preparing his plan, each step-by-step. Resting the scope along his marks, he kept track of longitude and latitude. Sarsezic chuckled once more. Lowering the sniper rifle, he hooked it back to his speeder. Keeping his back to the ledge, he continued to wait. Next to begin step two...

 

[Vindictive]

"I'm not entirely sure," Lyndis said honestly. She scratched her head a bit. "All I did was just think of the guy," she admitted. She sat back in her chair and thought a bit. She thought about the lightsaber again, how hard it must've been to wield one. The only weight she felt from it was in the hilt. The beam itself gave no balance. With one wrong movement, one would slice off their own limb before hitting their target.

"Are Jedi really that strong and powerful to be able to wave around a beam of light like a sword? I mean, the beam has no weight. That must make it really hard," she asked.

 

[Fang.]

Fang smiled, it is not only strength, but extreme discipline that is required to weild a lightsaber, of course, having a teacher and the force to guide you does help. Fang answered. he waited for a moment before coming back to his question about what she just did.

When you thought of the man, you did not only think of him, you sent your thoughts of him outwards, to me he paused for effect your memory and opinion of how prideful and arrogant he looked. Not just anyone can do that. he waited another long moment. I am now fairly certain, Lyndis, that you are force sensitive, how much so though I do not know. He then went quiet, and let the news sink in, there were a number of ways that she might take the news. She might become upset for being similair to the man who once crushed her hope, or she may think of herself in relation to Fang, or she just might not care at all. Fang watched her closely for her reaction.

 

[Vindictive]

For a second, she let the words pass over. Only after a few moments did each word start to ring inside her head, planting a new detail with each letter. She was a force sensitive. And adept. Someone who could use the power of the life energy that flowed in every being, and bend it to her will. Or was it her that would bend to the will of the force? This was so alien to her. She never once thought that she would be able to use such amazing gifts that he-

No, she stopped herself. If what he said was true, she wouldn't let her anger get to her. She would turn into him. More and more, the desire to end his ego sounded appealing. If she was gifted, she would be able to do it. But would she use these gifts for herself, or something more? Would she go for revenge, or for a higher purpose that she couldn't yet grasp? She felt so many questions, but so few answers. Then something else rang in her head. It was as though some quiet voice was edging her along, giving her the answers as they came; "Having a teacher and the force to guide you does help." She turned to Fang and the got out of her seat.

"Do you... Do you want to find out how strong my connection is to the force? Will you help me?" She asked, pulling out the lightsaber once again and staring at it. Could she embrace this life and accept its responsibilities? There was only one way for her to find out...

 

[Fang.]

Fang watched her reaction, the confusion that was displayed on her face for a long moment, and then, he could feel the inner conflict in her, personal revenge, or use for a greater good? he sat there and let her work through her emotions, not judging her, with a calm and warm expression on his face. Then she stood up and spoke.

"Do you... Do you want to find out how strong my connection is to the force? Will you help me?" she asked as she stood up and pulled out the lightsaber. Fang stood up and placed his hand ontop of the lightsaber, over hers.

I can, and I want to, he spoke calmly, But there is a bigger question you must ask yourself, is if you want to, learning to use the force, weather it be from a Jedi or a Sith is difficult and requires a large amount of time and hard training. he paused again. Remember you do not need to decide now Lyndis. Fang said warmly as he finished looking her in the eye