Hannibal always seemed to end up back on Nar Shaddaa, one way or the other. He'd been gone a little too long for his taste in fact, off fighting Sith and going to memorials and so on. If only his return was for a less ridiculous and horrible reason than kriffing zombies of all things. Seriously, zombies. What the hell kind of holovid was he in?
Today he'd decided on wearing his armor considering the seriousness of the situation, keeping himself visible as a Jedi without quite revealing his face. Both of his blasters, the DG-29 and the RSKF-44 he'd used to replace his lost DE-10, were arranged on his person. The first was holstered on his right hip, the second in a mag holster on his left thigh. Two lightsabers were mag-clipped to the left side of his Jedi utility belt, his original alongside the black and gold of a fallen Sith Champion. Today it didn't matter that the Hutts had put out a bounty on Jedi nearly as much as it mattered that the panicking people had someone worth gathering around. Hannibal wouldn't even mind if Talak wore his own mask today, frankly. It was the right moment for it.
The two of them had raced to the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa aboard Arcene, stopping just short of the quarantine checkpoint. Hannibal practically leapt out of his seat, locking the airspeeder when they were both out, and moved to speak to the present security personnel, adjusting his tone and manner of walking as he went. Now was not the time to be nice.
Security was already having trouble handling and processing the mob of the povertous and downtrodden. They were basically gangsters in uniform, after all. Combat boots clacking sharply against the filthy metal floor he stopped himself in front of the one he recognized as an 'officer', based on the official-looking lieutenant's badge on his jacket.
"We will help you get people moving. I expect that won't be a problem?" he said icily with a sense of casual command, his aura in the Force giving off gentle waves of authority and power as he loomed over Nikto officer. Nothing in his tone suggested that a refusal would be accepted, the cool tone of a man who was not open to argument. Even if Durr had put a bounty out on saber-users, starting a fight with one of the space wizards who looked like he was ready to fight was generally considered a terrible idea, and this guy looked overwhelmed as it was. He was barely prepared to deal with the raging undead, much less the addition of two Jedi.
Today he'd decided on wearing his armor considering the seriousness of the situation, keeping himself visible as a Jedi without quite revealing his face. Both of his blasters, the DG-29 and the RSKF-44 he'd used to replace his lost DE-10, were arranged on his person. The first was holstered on his right hip, the second in a mag holster on his left thigh. Two lightsabers were mag-clipped to the left side of his Jedi utility belt, his original alongside the black and gold of a fallen Sith Champion. Today it didn't matter that the Hutts had put out a bounty on Jedi nearly as much as it mattered that the panicking people had someone worth gathering around. Hannibal wouldn't even mind if Talak wore his own mask today, frankly. It was the right moment for it.
The two of them had raced to the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa aboard Arcene, stopping just short of the quarantine checkpoint. Hannibal practically leapt out of his seat, locking the airspeeder when they were both out, and moved to speak to the present security personnel, adjusting his tone and manner of walking as he went. Now was not the time to be nice.
Security was already having trouble handling and processing the mob of the povertous and downtrodden. They were basically gangsters in uniform, after all. Combat boots clacking sharply against the filthy metal floor he stopped himself in front of the one he recognized as an 'officer', based on the official-looking lieutenant's badge on his jacket.
"We will help you get people moving. I expect that won't be a problem?" he said icily with a sense of casual command, his aura in the Force giving off gentle waves of authority and power as he loomed over Nikto officer. Nothing in his tone suggested that a refusal would be accepted, the cool tone of a man who was not open to argument. Even if Durr had put a bounty out on saber-users, starting a fight with one of the space wizards who looked like he was ready to fight was generally considered a terrible idea, and this guy looked overwhelmed as it was. He was barely prepared to deal with the raging undead, much less the addition of two Jedi.
@Phoenix