Ask Coruscant Wanted

The day was already turning kind of... stupid, actually. That was probably the best word to describe it. Hannibal had been on Coruscant for an alarming number of Ranger-related activities, though it was a little endearing. At this point Chief Hudson had a line to reach the Jedi if he needed help with something, that had to be good right? Yeah.

Today's meeting involved his own report of what had happened with Trys Aran. Hudson had asked that Hannibal help solve it, he'd helped, and Hudson was appreciative if still confused as to how space magic worked. The report wasn't written in Jedi-speak though, so that seemed to help. Then the chief had mentioned a robbery at the Diplomat Hotel, where a Jedi failed to stop what were apparently two Force-using burglars. This had gotten the Jedi Master's attention, and he'd been given the go-ahead to participate in their capture with a little paperwork.

As it turned out, the chief appreciated the utility of a saber-user helping take down another saber-user.

No one who knew him would say Hannibal was fond of politicians, but people using the Force for selfish ends wasn't high on his list either. So he'd found his way to the spaceport closest by, sitting on a bench by the entrance in jacketed civilian attire beneath an overhang, safe from the rain. Sol's lightsaber sat concealed in a jacket clip. Blasters tended to garner attention on Coruscant so he didn't bother. His probe droid, Ego, sat on his shoulder idly watching the crowd with him and a cigarra burned between his lips.

Something eventually drew both of their attention off to the side. For Hannibal it'd been a vague sensation he should be looking that way, but for Ego it'd been the arrival of a Standard Issue Police Egg in black. Ego was constantly recording visual and sensor data, being a probe droid, and now was no different. The young Jedi just continued to keep his eyes open- at least, until the Ranger cruiser fired a cannon into the busy spaceport crowd in front of what were clearly the two people from the holonews report.

Civilians screamed and scattered in all directions, understandably alarmed by the sudden explosive impact of a cannon bolt against the walkway. There was a lot of yelling, some of which was about 'another attack' that was likely in reference to the time Sith forces commandeered a C-sec patrol gunship to attack the Ranger station. The crowd was in chaos, though they did at least seem to be trying to get away from the egg ship's spotlight and further laser fire.

Hannibal shot up from the bench and waved his hand, Ego taking to the air to get a better angle of what was going on. His holocomm came off his utility belt to send messages to basically the two Rangers he knew- Lieutenant Trys Aran and Chief Douglas Hudson. As politely as possible he informed them both of the situation- a rogue Ranger vehicle shooting lethal military grade anti-vehicle weaponry at civilians- and quickly made his way closer. Ego connected his feed to the holocomm signal in case either Trys or Hudson felt like getting a live view, as well as sending a snippet of the bit where the Ranger had fired the 'warning shot' and announced their name.

"You two, don't move," he yelled from somewhere near the egg and pointed a gloved hand toward Nima and Ine, free left hand sitting on his hip. His presence in the Force flared, absolutely not at all hiding that he was an experienced user who well eclipsed the two thieves. Hannibal half-turned to the very suspicious and possibly not actually a Ranger egg speeder. He kept his senses on the suspects, ready to go after them if they ran or became hostile- or start disassembling a police cruiser firing at civilians again.

"The kark is wrong with you, firing into a crowd!? The hell is your badge number?" The sentiment seemed to be followed up by renewed shouting from the few others still nearby at a respectable distance. Comms and other devices came out under umbrellas to record the scene of an officer abusing his authority and flouting the law.

At the sound of a single shot and screams, Vera was already on the move.

Pulling to the bottom of the spaceport stairs between the two female suspects and freedom, she had her blaster lowered and set to stun, pale face knit into a face of fury.

"Ranger, stand down and lower your weapon!" she snapped out, then to the crowd, "Rangers! Everybody clear," in clipped tones, then flicking up her glance to glare at the civilian barking orders. There was something familiar about the guy; the same feelings she felt around Max, and she seethed that he was barking orders at Rangers. Still, he was interfering with Ranger business, and she didn't see a badge. If it was another one of those damned Force-users...

"You two!" she snapped at the females. For now, her finger was off the trigger, lowered, but as the crowd scattered out of harm's way she advanced, face pale with fury. The damned Ranger was no exception. Firing over a busy spaceport, what the kark was he thinking?

"Raise your hands, to your knees now!" Her finger still remained off the trigger, but she wasn't going to let them get away easily. Even the other Ranger. "You're under arrest."

@Karmah @sayso @Mr. Teatime

Trys was very bad at doing nothing. She began a rigorous exercise routine as soon as she was cleared (in truth even before that) to get herself back into shape. She had met with her son, and that was all she needed to get her mind in order. Trys wasn’t back to a 100 percent, but she couldn’t stay away from her job. She was back in action before too long, though she purposely stuck to things close to home. She hadn’t opened up her Sith files just yet. Trys heard vague rumors about a few Rangers throwing her a party, but that had to be just rumors. She knew most of them were sketched out by her having her brain turn to mush for a while.

The hotel heist was one that buzzed on every Ranger’s radio. Trys was already on the case, seconds from arriving when she got the livestream from Hannibal of all people. How did these Jedi always know to show up at the right place at the right time?? She zoomed in on her speeder bike - finding it far more practical for navigating the congested traffic of these parts of Coruscant.

Trys was already fuming at the situation, namely from the idea of a Ranger firing into a crowd. She pulled up near the action as Ranger Coulter told Trench to stand down. The request was promptly ignored.

Trys swung a leg off her bike, cocking the RSKF-44 in her possession as she glanced over at Trench, “No, but I do have authority,” She said icily as she flashed her badge and ID in case he lived under a rock, “And you’re not ignoring a fellow Ranger’s request on my watch,” The other Rangers arriving on the scene quickly gathered around the Lieutenant. Even the crowds began to stop, Trys Aran being a face they all recognized. It was the face of the person that actively fought the Sith. The face of the person that the Sith tried to hunt many times but couldn’t keep down.

“You are hereby suspended, Ranger Trench,” Trys said flatly, “Leave the scene at once,” It was clear that she wouldn’t hesitate to act right here and now if he disobeyed. She had the authority and the support to utterly destroy him if he fought this in any way. Trys kept her gaze locked on him as she spoke.

“Ranger Coulter and the Jedi will handle this. Do not stand in the Jedi's way,” Trys spoke into the shared Ranger comms, never taking her eyes off Trench. She wasn’t about to let any Force sensitive griping get in the way of operational efficiency.

@Killa Ree @Mr. Teatime @Rhogar @sayso @Karmah

Blue eyes sharpened with anger when not only her fellow Ranger continued on ignoring orders but trying to incite the converging mob against the escaping girls as well. At the mob converging she was forced to lower her stun pistol once again, ducking and weaving, when a voice she'd heard over holo made her chest freeze.

Her jaw tightened, as did the grip on her pistol as she swallowed hard. Looked like Lt. Aran was back in full swing again, but there was no time to look back to confirm or say anything sappy. Instead, she darted into a full sprint after the retreating criminals, her voice a hard barking rasp as the crowd melted away.

What was the name Trench kept bawling? "You two! Cease and surrender!" She wouldn't fire stuns into a crowd if she had to, but hopefully, this other Jedi would at least help in pursuit, use that weird woo-woo magic that got them in so much trouble in the first place maybe. But her biggest priority was to keep them from getting close to the spaceport. They seemed to be flagging, at least, so she could hope to keep up with better stamina. But her stump was flaring up again; running on the prosthesis as hard as she was perhaps wasn't the greatest idea, but she had to. Their quarry wasn't going to escape so easily. The fact that she was forced to pursue on foot now only earned greater ire.

She was beginning to lose patience with the whole damn affair.

@Rhogar @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Karmah @sayso

Hannibal fixed the trigger happy idiot, who he was still not entirely sure was actually a Ranger, with a withering look. He'd been speaking as a civilian to an alleged officer of the law, but apparently he had his head too far up his ass to hear properly. Hiring standards must be dropping. Trench also seemed to pay attention to the news on Coruscant if he recognized Hannibal's face in civilian attire.

"Ego!" he called and barked some commands in Epicant, the droid refocusing on the two criminals and tracking them from the air. Trys had arrived to shut down Trench after he'd completely ignored the older Ranger lady, which was admittedly hilarious and very helpful, but he still had fugitives to catch. Not usually his thing at all, but they'd been waving lightsabers around, so. That made it his business.

The famous Lieutenant's arrival had calmed the crowd, and Hannibal figured he could get to it. He pulled Sol's lightsaber from inside his jacket, though he kept it off for now, and let the garment drop to the ground. His colourful and easily recognizable tattoos were suddenly quite visible. Even if people didn't quite remember the young Jedi's face by itself, with the rest he was known as a man who'd fought and been injured to save Rangers during a Sith attack. There was good will to be used there, and he leveraged that here.

With experience navigating the packed crowds of Nar Shaddaa the Jedi slipped through the crowd, most moving out of his way. Even someone suspicious of Force users generally would prefer the actively criminal ones captured rather than wandering around freely, after all. Hannibal followed the two criminals and his probe droid along with Vera, still providing live footage and sensor data to the Rangers. The Force sped him on his way, dodging pedestrians and other obstacles with practiced ease.

Hannibal reached out with the Force toward @Nima Deleste , the Light surging into and through him like the winds of winter. It coiled around to freeze her in place, unable to move under the weight of the Jedi Councilor's influence. She was clearly leading and pulling the other one, so she was the one to take down first.

"Give up, it's for the best!"

Somehow, that kriffin' Jedi streaked right past her at a speed that was practically inhuman. She had to sprint to keep up, breathing hard as the Jedi's live feed showed where the girls were ducking through. She was almost around the corner when one of the trashcans came sailing past.

Ducking, she swept her blaster around the corner and saw the two girls, and the Master with his arm outstretched.

Seeing that it was the carried girl with an outstretched hand, she had no choice. The blaster was already set for stun; a trio of shots aimed towards her head and visible torso and the other pink girl carrying her at her back, to dissuade any further flight. "This is Sector Rangers! Surrender now, you are under arrest!" she barked out. If they somehow would continue the pursuit, she wouldn't hesitate to fire further stun rounds.

Kriff, but that Trench needed to lose his damn badge if he kept shooting at things he shouldn't. But she couldn't focus on that right now, those two had the look of cornered animals. And she knew that look. She wasn't going to relax anytime soon.

@sayso @Sreeya @output999 @Mr. Teatime @Karmah @Rhogar

The Jedi's hold was solid around Nima's form, but the younger one in the Zeltron's arms was also calling on the Force. Fear tinged her effort, edging on the Dark side, and that simple fact only further reinforced the two of them needed to be taken in before things got worse. Neither of them felt particularly far from the touch of shadow, unsurprising for thieves who used their abilities for selfish ends.

Hannibal's face set itself in firm determination and the Force answered his call. The young Councilor could multitask just fine these days.

His right hand maintained focus on keeping Nima still in order to prevent her from zipping around the corner, fingers curled slightly inward. The left hand swept up and to the right as Hannibal stepped left toward the alley wall, his will altering the course of the cans and other smaller debris away from him.

Somewhere behind him Vera fired stun shots at the two women, likely to hit since there wasn't much they seemed to be able to do about it. Ego floated high up in the alley, watching the scene from above for the benefit of the Rangers.

"Seriously, just surrender, wouldja? You're outgunned here." Just in case the shots didn't do the job. Hannibal would rather have it come to lightsaber if he could avoid it. These probably weren't Sith so much as just self-serving and misguided kids. He hoped, anyway.