A New Beginning (open)

[Not Phoenix]

A New Beginning

The crowd cheered as their favorite combatant performed a front flip, landing on one foot and bringing his other heel down hard on his opponents face. The beast reared back in pain and anger, dark purple blood dripping from his mouth. A forked tongue whipped out and caught a drip of blood as it fell from the beast’s chin, pulling it back into the body from which it was produced. The beast’s Zabrak opponent grinned at the monstrosity and said, “Have you had enough, lizard-man, or do you want some scars on that ugly face of yours?” His supporters cheered once more for him, and he moved around the fighting arena, milking his fans for attention. Suddenly the snake ducked down and slid under it’s opponent’s legs, twisting to face the Zabrak. The beast’s spines ripped the soft floor as he moved, and the Zabrak noticed it as it brought it’s face up to meet his. The Zabrak laughed at his opponent’s courage and stubbornness and brought back his fist to punch the beast’s face. Suddenly the entire crowd rose to their feet as they saw a glint of light as the Zabrak revealed a small dagger he had hidden in his sleeve. Sensing the threat, the beast grabbed his opponent’s arms and brought up his tail from behind the Zabrak. A long spike extended from the beast’s tail as it glided towards the crowd’s favored fighter. The Zabrak’s head slumped down and in his last seconds of life he stared in horror at a bony spike sticking out of the front of his neck. Feeling the Zabrak’s body go limp, Mahdi withdrew his tail spike and tasted the blood that sprayed from his victim’s neck.

Mahdi stood up on his tail, towering over the audience in triumph. The crowd groaned as they threw him their credits. The combatant picked up his money and left. As he slid up the stairs leading to the back of the bar from the dueling room, a strange scent greeted him. His tongue whipped around, taking in the smell of alien beverages. Mahdi left the cantina, entering the cold street of this giant city. He wasn’t sure what planet he was on, because he had been there for only two days and had to take a public shuttle. He returned to his temporary place of residence, a room he was renting from a local merchant. In the privacy of his room, he carefully bandaged his wounds and went to sleep.

The next morning was unusually bright for this planet, and the sunlight intruded on Mahdi’s sleep as it burst through the window in shades of red and orange. Mahdi awoke and checked his wounds, which had quickly healed. For several hours he focused on his natural camouflage ability, then tried to harness his Force powers. However, he was interrupted by a knock at his door. He slid over and opened the door, revealing several Zabrak wearing expensive-looking black suits. One of them was wearing a hat, making him look like the leader or spokesperson of the group. However, it was the Zabrak on his left that spoke.

“We saw how you did at the fights last night. You took quite a beating. I would hope to expect that of someone foolish enough to challenge one of my best men.”
“Who are you?” asked Mahdi.
“We are the law in this lawless place,” said the Zabrak, “The man you killed last night was one of our undercover agents.”
“How did you find me? And if you represent the law around here, what were you doing at an illegal fight?”
“It is not important how we found you. And around here the law isn’t necessarily the law. If we think that something is okay, nobody gets in trouble. However, if someone does something that we think is not so great, they have a great price to pay.”
“So you’re the League of Zabrak for the Common Good that I heard about? You guys are like the mafia. I wouldn’t exactly call that keeping order. But whatever. Why are you here?”
“Like I said, some people have done us injustices, and must pay the price. We heard you used to be pretty good, and from what we saw last night, I believe it.”
“You have a job for me? Great. Who is it?”
“A Jedi. Pretty low ranking, but can still cause a good amount of trouble. He interfered with one of our operations, and we need him eliminated. We are willing to pay a great deal for the job.”
“Yeah, I’ll take it. Just gimme a picture and an Idea of where I might find him.”

With this information, Mahdi set out. He had three places to look, and a good description of his target, but he didn’t know what Force powers the kid had, or what weapons. So with this minor dilemma, Mahdi began his search for his first target. His first stop was the local junk heap, because apparently this kid liked to use the spare parts he found to build things.

 

[jediduncan]

An armored soldier stood side by side with the Jedi in question. They were standing across the street from some old garage the Jedi liked to go to. Every instinct in his body told him this was a bad idea. Like, a really, really dumb idea. You did something and now some people are after you... so we're going to his old hideout? It made no sense, and Williams told that to the Jedi.

"This makes no sense. We're trying to avoid these people, not run into their ambush. Do we really need to go in?"


The Jedi said something about needing a few more parts for his lightsaber and Williams didn't argue. There was no way he could influence the Jedi's decision. All that was left to do was his job; protect the stupid Jedi.

"Alright, fine, let's go..."

 

[Cailst]

Dimitrije felt a little bored and felt the need to explore the area. His Jedi training and teaching had taught him to be a better and more thoughtful man but his early days of drug dealing were exciting and full of adventure.

He also had more tools to deal with his problems than back then. Not only was a soldier there to assist, he had more force powers and weapons and armor. He also was a tad cocky and wasn't really that afraid of any criminal element.

"Come on, another match is going to happen and we've got to see it," He yelled to the armored man.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"These idiots are even worth my time. I'll bet their mother's were alienspawn..." Manifest glared, walking out of place behind JEDI. He supported the Republic in all it's endeavors, but he hated these jedi. All for equality and peace. They were a dying breed, and once Project: JEDI got fully underway they'd have no use, but at the moment they were a necessary annoyance.

 

[Green Ranger]

'From one point of view or another, we are all aliens.'

In between the shadows caused by two neon lights, she slowly crept her way out, like a wary spider. Her body language read how tense she was in the situation, though her voice remained steady, and her eyes, though barely visible, glinted with an iron hardness. All other features remained hiden beneath a black silken cloak, the hood showing little more than pale skin, dark lips, and a bare few strands of black hair.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Even through the visor of his massive armor, it was evidently clear that the behemoth was glaring. His body language oozed hostility, and then tension in the air could have stopped a stampede of raged sand people. Obviously, referring to Manifest as an "alien" was the wrong first impression.

"My job is to protect the jedi with any means possible. Insult me again, and I may consider you an aggressor."

 

[Green Ranger]

'Get over yourself. Your ego may match your body size, but both are oversized for your capabilities.'

Next to the seven foot monster, the girl looked absolutely tiny, despite her own reasonable height. There was a crackling sound, like lightning at a very close distance, and her eyes flashed for a moment, but it subsided, and she turned away.

'I'm here to assist this Jedi and make my presence known to his kind. I intend on doing my job. If it means working with you, fine.'

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"My patience grows thin, you ignorant little brat. The Republic should not soil its immaculate hands with scum like you." He said, his voice cracking with agitation. He knew this was counter effective, but he hated these... people.

 

[Green Ranger]

Her dark lips parted slightly in a crooked smile, the light beneath her cowl once more appearing, a deep purple in hue.

'The Republic? They are even less aware of my existance than the Jedi,' she chuckled, 'Though they too will soon become aware of my kind. Now, do we have a deal, or do I have to kill you to do my job?'

 

[jediduncan]

"I'm not sure violence is necessary..."


Williams stepped in between the two, spreading his arms to create some imaginary distance between the two. Though he'd gladly side with Project: MANIFEST in any firefight, the idea of trying to kill each other before the enemy had even come didn't appeal to Williams.

"But would you mind explaining who, or what, you are exactly? And what it is you're trying to accomplish exactly? That's not too much to ask, I think."

 

[Green Ranger]

'I take it you're the voice of reason in this little group, then. I'm here to give you a little insight into what the Jedi will have to deal with should the Alsakans go to war again. The Jedi here is going to tell the Council what he will see me do with his own two eyes. That's about it - I have no real...love for the Alsakans' new crack troops.'

 

[Not Phoenix]

Mahdi felt something as the Jedi neared the bulding, and he assumed that this was what people meant when they said that things could be sensed through the Force. He was not sure that this was the person that he was looking for, but if it was he wanted the element of surprise. He used a muscle movement similar to that of jumping in order to stand almost on the tip of his tail and reach his full possible height of seven meters. The only problem with this was that without extreme concentration and balance, he would only be able to hold this position for a moment. As he neared the cieling of the building, he grabbed a rafter and lifted himself up, relieving the pain in his exhausted tail. From this point Mahdi could oberve the entire building in search of his prey, and jump down to cut off the exit without taking any/much damage. Silently he readied his vibrodaggers in their sheaths and prepared himself for the entrance of his victim.

 

[Matt]

Dewbecca had been following in the wings for some time now standing just out of eye sight, he had been sent to keep a firm eye on what was going on as this world was known for being dangerous for his kind and a subtle approach was what was needed apparently, Dewbecca was not the most subtle but he felt the time to reveal himself to everyone had come and no longer could he stand just out of view. He allowed his presence to be felt by all as ran a short distance to catch up with the group who had acquired a new member it seemed. As his translator droid whirled behind him hovering in the air he spoke.

"Your Askalan?" he addressed to the small women who greatly interested him, she had said many things that interested him from the little he heard, wookiee hearing was good but not that good.

 

[Green Ranger]

'Yes and no at the same time, tall and furry one,' the woman almost purred, 'I suppose I am Alsakan...from a certain point of view. Call me...Seven.' she smiled from beneath her hood. Still, she retained an aura of mystery, her slim figure and facial features - aside from those dark lips - hidden beneath her silken cloak.

 

[Matt]

Dewbecca bowed his head in a sign of respect, Alsakan's very rarely traveled from the home system but he had heard mutterings off more activity amongst there kind, there were a proud and somewhat arrogant race, adding that to there formidable armies and there wish to be the center of the republic made them a dangerous people....But there had bee peace for thousands of years

"Seven a pleasure, My name is Dewbecca I am a jedi master sent here to keep an eye on this one" He nodded towards the jedi who seemed to be causing the raucous with a slight frown

"May I ask, what are you doing so far from your homeworld? I was under the impression Alsakan's rarely traveled away from home."

 

[Green Ranger]

'That would be telling, Master Jedi. And I'm afraid such tales are long and full of heartache. We do not have such gifts of time to spare nor a comfortable seat to lounge in. Perhaps when this is all over, we may return to your school and speak of such tales, and weep for the past.'

For a brief moment, Seven turned her head, raising a hand from beneath her cloak to her face, brushing several strands of dark hair out of her eyes - and perhaps a tear or two - but when she turned back, she was as focused as ever.

 

[Matt]

Ooc: I assume your guys (duncan and hoorex) are republic?

She was hiding something and that was clear to see, weather it was merely something from her past that she did not wish to divulge or if it was indeed something important about the alsakan's then he did not know, perhaps he would be able to find out later.....

"Maybe for another day then but I must ask out of protection of our republic friends here along with my Jedi breathern, what is your purpose here?"

 

[Green Ranger]

'Until you came along, it was protecting a Jedi. Now that you're here...it's protecting two Jedi.

'I need an easy ticket to see your Council - which, incidentally, don't like talking to street vagabonds, and additionally, I have no idea on their location. And your friend here has 'peril' written all over him. The fate of many lives hang on whether the three of us live or die.'

 

[Matt]

"You wish to see the council? May I ask why? May I also ask what you are protecting us from?"

This comment did not have a hint of arrogance in it that many jedi would have, he was old enough and wise enough to know that jedi were not top of the food chain in this galaxy. There were many things in this galaxy that could and would kill jedi.

 

[Green Ranger]

'Something now, something later...until you return from this mission to your temple, the pair of you are in grave danger...there is little more I can read into the future, so you must remain on your guard. As for why I must see the Council? oo many prying ears. Such information must be told in a more...secure location. We do not have such niceties.'

Seven's tone of voice had more than a hint of impatience about it. Something was about to happen, and it was making her senses go haywire because of close it was to happening. She would rather get it over and done with, rather than wait around with this annoying feeling of danger all day.