Docking Bay
...Of course the awful human lady was a saberslinger. And the only help she was going to get. Dellig could not possibly have done enough to deserve this day. She hadn't had the time.
"'Need' is a strong word, but I wouldn't throw it out." Awful Saber Lady might catch a blaster bolt in the process. She could always hope.
Outside Cantina
Shaito looks at her, dead serious. "Two minutes ago I set free every prisoner in the holding cells. I give it five minutes before this place becomes a war-zone. I am Sith, my word is more important to me then my life. You fly me out of here, and I have your back to the moment we land in another friendly port. You don't need protection. You can deal with anyone trying to harm you, most likely. But I can offer you a gurantee: they will have to rip me limb from limb before they try."
edited 26th Jan '16 12:46:46 AM by LMage
Satine — outside the Cantina with Shaito
Stopping at the Cantina's entrance, Satine looked at Shaito. Then she tilted her head back and laughed. And laughed, and laughed. Calming herself, she said, "Come inside, Thunderbolt-and-Lighting."
Not waiting for Shaito's reply, the Mandalorian entered the Cantina, looking for Andros — Hotshot, as she still thought of him.
Florens swallowed. The woman from before had run off, leaving him alone with the people with laser swords. How nice. Maybe...I should have run, too? But now I'm in handcuffs. Am—am I going to get sold somewhere? No, they said something about teaching. I'm just panicking.
The last time I panicked I wound up on a ship full of pirates, so hey. Maybe it's onto something.
"C-can," he whimpered, "Can we get out of blaster fire now? Please? That woman already left..."
Cantina - Shaito, Satine, Neríf, Vislor
"It seems like everyone is eager to hear the pitch. Very well." Galen theatrically hops to the top of the bar counter, snatching up a bottle of alcohol along the way. "We - that is to say my esteemed colleague Vaylin, myself and Captain Andros over there - represent what we like to call the Last Hope. We like to see ourselves as that, especially for people who are gifted with the Force. In an era where most people consider Jedi common superstition and barely anyone is trained in its use, we offer something almost unique in the galaxy - the chance to train with a man trained in the Jedi ways."
"Our cruiser, the Indomitable, is outside this station. We have a shuttle that can take anyone with a sensitivity to the Force - like our friend in the corner here," Galen said, pointing to Neríf, "to our Master for a proper evaluation."
"Of course," Vaylin said, her voice considerably more terse than Galen's, "our mission statement also involves bringing down the Empire and expanding our forces. We believe the Force may be the key to defeating the Empire, and as such, we're also on the lookout for more survivors of the Purge." Her eyes wandered toward Vislor. "To help train future generations, of course."
The two were still giving their sales pitch when Satine and Shaito walked in the door. Hotshot - Andros - walked toward Satine, holding out the credit chip. "Well, am I going to be parting with more of my hard-earned credits today?"
Docking Bay - Eli, Dellig, Florens
The trooper raises his blaster before he sees Eli's lightsaber flaring to life, and his shot is handily deflected. He stands for a moment, slightly slack-jawed.
Meanwhile, the masked Jedi advances, bringing the lightsaber to their face in a duelist's salute.
"I thought I felt a trained hand in all this. I'm afraid, however, that I don't recognise you. And you're standing in my way."
Between the Jedi being thoroughly distracted and the trooper's shot being deflected, Dellig has a chance to haul ass. The Ithorian, still slightly paralyzed with fear, pipes up: "I have a ship that can carry all of us! Just follow me!" Then he takes off in a rush that seems uncharacteristic for such an otherwise slow-moving species.
The troopers nod. With the station's defenders standing down, the blasters cease fire and the invaders start to regroup around their ship. The trooper escorting Florens bumps her elbow into his arm. "We'll take you inside the shuttle to meet the cruiser on the outside. You'll be safest there."
Not The Docking Bay - Aren
Aren finds himself in a room leading into the docking bay. Force knows what he decides to do.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.Satine — the Cantina
"But of course, Hotshot," Satine said. She holstered one blaster and offered Andros the Besalisk's ID tags. "I'm a Mandalorian, not some common Bounty Hunter scraped off of a cantina floor. Jatnese be te jatnese, aruetii." She glanced at Shaito.
edited 29th Jan '16 12:10:32 PM by desdendelle
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Docking Bay
Eli meets his stance with a ready stance of her own, her body displaying the graceful elegance of someone trained in Form II. One hand at the lightsaber hilt, the other held behind her for balance and her feet in precisely the right position. Eli was a fencer. Leverage, position, advantage—the moment she felt the lightsaber between her fingers, this all became as natural to her as breathing.
"To be fair, I don't recognize you either so..." Eli retorted over the rim of her shaded glasses. "As for being in your way, how about you tell your ship not to shoot me down as I leave and I will gladly take myself out of your way?" she offered with a slightly raised eyebrow. "No hard feelings?"
"You can reply to this Message!"Vislor sighs and rubs his eyes. His posture softens, limbs seeming to unwind. His whole being radiates an aura of unbelievable exhaustion, every fiber weary.
"Of course. To help train..."
He opens his eyes and looks straight at Valiyn. His voice is flat.
"It's got nothing to do with me. I'm no Jedi, I've never been a Jedi. I'm just a tired old man with no interest in politics. The Empire, your... last hope."
A small grin appears, but it doesn't touch his eyes.
"It's all the same in the end."
He tosses back the rest of his drink and stands up.
"And now, if it's no imposition, I'm going to go find a shuttle to the nearest backwater with cheap booze. Thanks for the drink."
edited 29th Jan '16 4:11:17 PM by kingtiger522
Cantina
This...is what I have been looking for. What my master wanted for me. A chance at justice. Currents swirl indeed—and I think I've just been pulled into a tide stronger than I can swim against, even if I chose to.
He opened his mouth, about to accept, then froze.
Galen is a showman—and you're his mark right now. Let's keep him talking.
"A claim bold in face and heart. A hook with a catch to catch a catch indeed. So who—and where is your Jedi? This "mere" fortune teller tells less than you, but perhaps, the seer sees more."
edited 5th Feb '16 11:35:03 AM by DrTentacles
Cantina
"Why, aboard the Indomitable, of course," Galen said, gesturing to Neríf again. "He coordinated the operation from there. And found a convenient way to test his protegées at the same time. Arador Tull is his name."
"Except," Vaylin said, shoulders straightening, "we know that's not true. And we've spent a long time looking for someone like you. Do you think you couldn't at least consider a meeting? As soon as it's concluded, you'll be free to go."
"The best of the best?" Andros snorted, then threw the credit chip to Satine. "Not exactly where I assumed I would find the best of the best."
Docking Bay
"Alas." The masked Jedi moved closer to Eli, though careful to stay far, far out of the range of the lightsaber, still. "Now that I know you've had some training, I need to ascertain where that training came from - and whether or not you're a threat."
The masked Jedi, meanwhile, leaned the hand holding the lightsaber back so the hilt was beside their face, pointing the other hand forward and wagging two fingers in Eli's face. A taunt.
The troopers brought Florens behind their improvised barricade, towards one of the shuttles that had brought them inside. They put Florens inside one of the shuttles as he felt it rumbling to life. There was nobody inside but Florens and (presumably, hopefully) a pilot.
The Ithorian led Dellig to an old freighter
that actually looked to be in relatively mint condition, and easily big enough to carry Dellig, the Ithorian, and Eli.
"It might take a little while to make sure it flies well!"
(Translation: Three rounds of combat while Dellig and the Ithorian fiddle around with the spaceship.)
Elsewhere
"Yeah?" There's a very tired-sounding voice on the other end of the line when Aren activates his communicator. Apparently another of Aren's trade partners currently stuck on the Praetor survived, and Aren successfully made contact.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.Eli suppressed a sigh. He either wants to draw me out and give him an opening or use it as some shifty karking justification to show she was truly a aggressive dark sider. Not that she was that keen on attacking anyway, for she recognized the stance as one of the Form III. The old count had spent enough time waxing on it, given how often a certain user of it had ticked him off.
Still. Form III was the most defensive of the forms, so simply going on the offensive was not a smart move here. On the other hand, it was meant primarily to fight off blaster attacks, which meant if she got close she could probably outfence him. But the rather not have this develop into a fight just now.
"So in order to check if I'm a threat you make me fight you? That doesn't really strike me as peaceful Jedi solution. I mean, I am offering to simple leave you all alone and not put up a fight. Doesn't sound very thread-y to me."
She paused. Eh. Can't hurt to try?
"Also, look. My Lightsaber is not red. So I'm obviously not a Dark Sider."
"You can reply to this Message!"Satine — in the cantina
The bounty hunter laughed. "Unless you have another job for me, Hotshot, I'll be going on my merry way," she said and glanced at Shaito.
edited 7th Feb '16 7:17:40 AM by desdendelle
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Florens, once inside the shuttle, dropped down into a crouch with his hands still bound and whimpered to himself. At least he was out of the line of fire. But...now what? This was such a mistake. Such a enormous mistake. I should never have come here. Maybe they can just drop me off on Zelos II. Maybe I'll wake up and I'll still be on the ship and we haven't landed yet.
"...h-hello?" he called out softly to where he presumed the pilot was, "Is anyone there...?"
Docking Bay
"Why," Dellig snarled under her breath as she fiddled around with the spaceship. "Why this. Did this ship do something to offend you? Or do you hate the very concept of prompt getaways? Oh. Oh, I see. It's converters. You were bitten by a converter when you were little, and you've held a grudge against a perfectly innocent type of mechanism ever since." She wasn't the best mechanic in the galaxy, but she'd found that getting the hardware too intimidated to step out of line generally seemed to work.

Docking Bay
Eli still contemplated her next step as she saw the Rodian getting strafed by a stun bolt and noticed that she was on the way to a ship of her own. Huh. She considered as an idea came to her. Some more chaos outside would be helpful at getting away.
But for that to work, the Rodian would need to get to her own ship and take off to take the attention off her. Which opened an entire new can of sandworms.
...They already know you have the force. No reason not to pay the band in full. she admitted with a resignated sign and stripped out of the jacket as she climbed back out of the cockpit. Zipping open the pocket on her hip, she sprinted toward the Rodian and gave her a broad smile.
"Hey"
And then she drew a slender cylinder of metal from the pocket and pressed down the ignition button until the long bright yellow-gold blade came into existance with the unmistakable BB-ZSHOOOO of a lightsaber.
"Need some help?"
Roll: [0+0-]+4 Fight, to deflect any more incoming blaster shots. "You can reply to this Message!"