Crossroads

[Panda Hermit 98]

The Ragged Man smirked sadistically at the sight of the Sith smashing into the scrap iron ceiling, a satisfying crack massaging his ears, though whether it be from the ceiling or the Sith was up for debate. He could taste the fear in him by this point, delicious, he was lashing out like a baby throwing a tantrum, even futilely trying to throw his lightsaber at him. The Ragged Man couldn't help but laugh as he sidestepped out of it's way, it's thick crimson burn and slow buzz close enough to temporarily suffocate his ears and nose. It was a beautiful smell when paired with defeat, although this lasted but a few moments.

This moment he felt the floor start to give way, The Ragged Man's smug expression vanished entirely, replaced only with a deep foreboding as he looked back and saw the support beam, now sliced in half, it's molten wound oozing down into the metal workings it no longer held up. In the second he looked back, the other Support came loose, and he was suddenly falling a few feet, landing back on to the floor that now lay at an angle and threatened to crush the wall that held up part of the building. He'd made a mistake, one that would cost him dearly, and what better way to accentuate that fact than a table and chair that promptly slammed hard against him. He was already tumbling backward thanks to the floor now being at a slope, they just threw him back, hearing something in his back snap as he hit the railing, that old familiar lake of fire washing through his spine. His lightsaber left his hand as his body flopped over the railing and smacked down on the floor, his impact punctuated with another crack bouncing around the dying walls.

His mind felt so whoozy now...his eyes just saw shadows and shapes, the ground felt so comfy...sleep now, yes...no...no, he wasn't fine, he was wounded, wounded severely

...blacking out...need to get up...

As his world started to crumble and fall around him, The Ragged Man started to struggle and shakily pulled himself to his feet again like a man possessed. He started to lurch toward the front door, tuning out everything but the pain that coursed through his arm, his lungs, his back, letting it all sustain him and keep him going. As he reached the door, it opened to reveal another Sith, her sword already out, but instead of feeling white hot plasma through his chest, The Ragged Man dropped to his knees as his mind filled with blackness. Corruption and death seeped into every pore, tendrils drilling into his mind as the Sith probed and attacked...but her kind of pain was not so different from his.

He thought back to the fire...lying there in the dirt and the soot and the ash, watching him...The Dark Man. He heard the screams as he cut them all up, lips, ears, nose, arms, legs...family and friends, and left The Ragged Man to watch, unable to move, his arm and leg laying there in front of him. He felt the pressure of their bodies being piled on top of him, their lifeless corpses staring at him in morbid fascination...the Sith did this, and now she would feel his pain. The Ragged Man lurched back up and grabbed her by the head, flooding her mind with every scrap of pain and anger he could muster, letting his entire story play into her mind like a slideshow. No one had been able to resist before...but he'd never tried it on the Sith...

 

[Vinn Esper]

Scream payed attention to the force signatures of his opponent, and the other Sith. It seemed his opponent suddenly, significantly, decreased his draw on the force. There was still some pull, so he wasn't dead. Had he been knocked unconscious? Either way, the building would come down in the next few minutes.

Scream began to speak into his communicator as he rounded the side of the building, "So, there were definitely Jedi here, but we only found this psycho. IDK how much you witnessed, but his power is significant. He lacks one thing, control," Scream said.

"If you can, bring him out alive. Keep him restrained though," Scream requested of the other Sith. He deactivated his light saber and walked into a nearby seedy store. "I'd like to buy a pair of stun cuffs and a stun baton." The merchant winked at Scream, though Scream wasn't quite sure why until he noticed the other types of wares he sold. Scream and the merchant exchanged, and Scream left the store with his items in hand.

It would be a short walk from the shop to the front of the building, which would certainly collapse by the time Scream completed it. He was hoping to find his ally and a restrained enemy there. Scream was starting to feel a little better, after being removed from combat for a a period.

It was still a little hard to breathe. Scream could feel that one of his ribs had been cracked. Some other bones had been scraped into, but the cracked rib was the worst of it. It hurt a lot, but Scream would deal with it until he completed his duties.

 

[Panda Hermit 98]

The whole building was coming down, he had to get out. The Ragged Man knew he might not make it, his power only really kept him up and standing, but with each step he regained strength. That Sith will have fled by now, coward, and now all that was left was to get out of here. His vision only blurred and faded in and out more and more with each moment gone by, but in the distance, he could see the door. In his need to escape, he was able to break into a jog, but he realized too late...it was already finished.

The last thing he felt before darkness took him was several walls collapsing in on top of him, with only his hand escaping on to the street outside.

It was always a tempting thing, to just die...there was peace like no other, something indescribable...his family were all waiting for him. His family...The Dark Man...his entire existence...over...not yet...

The light was faint, barely able to be seen under the crushing weight of his metal coffin, but somehow, The Ragged Man was still alive. His hand felt cold, the wind and rain starting to nip at it with more intensity than when he was asleep, who knows how long that was. He had to get out, that Sith needed to die...the Sith. Needed. to DIE. With everything he had, The Ragged Man focused the force all around him, scraping up to the bottom of the barrel, penting it all up inside, and with a feral roar, he threw it all out. The Force practically exploded outward from him, throwing the metal walls that had buried him off and into the other side of the street.

In his effort to free himself though, he had lost much of his energy, he had just barely enough to get back on his feet, his entire body was a fountain of red and black oozing from every pore, he was barely able to stay awake...had to get away...

 

[Vinn Esper]

While Scream had been recovering his energy and moving to intercept the man, the building came down. Scream could still feel the man inside the rubble. He was fighting, clinging to life with the rage inside. His resilience was very impressive and he would make a fine asset to the Sith. He just had to be beaten first.

Metal sheets were flying away from the rubble. While Scream still was in a significant amount of pain he had regained enough energy that he was prepared to finish this as the strange man crawled from the rubble. Scream reached out with the force to grab a thin steel pole that had undoubtedly been used as a support for the building. He maintained his control and levitated it over to the man.

Once close enough, Scream used the force to cause the beam to repeatedly strike the man as if it were a sword held by an invisible foe. The strikes were aimed for his head and upper body. At the same time Scream approached the man, armed with his stun baton.

Once Scream had closed the distance sufficiently to strike, he would drop his control and attack the man with stun baton aiming his strike for the upper body. The goal was to render him unconscious.

 

[Panda Hermit 98]

He stood no chance in the condition he was in, he didn't even see the pole coming, The Ragged Man was taken completely by surprise, and upon the first blow, he was knocked forward, onto his knees. The pole kept on going though, striking his chest, ribs, neck, back of the head, front of the head. Every blow brought little pain, he suspected he had little feeling left in his current state. When it finally stopped, he gazed up at the sith, his hood having fallen down to reveal the corrupted and cancerous looking face, and smirked weakly, coughing up blood intertwined with black sludge. "Y-you...you will...I am going to...kILL you...someday"

 

[Vinn Esper]

The broken threat of the strange force user were the last words he would speak before being knocked out. The first thing Scream did was relieve him of all of his weapons. He only had two. Scream secured both weapons to his belt. He then pulled the beings arms behind his back and secured them with the stun cuffs.

Scream then reached out with the force and slipped the bar he had used to beat the man under his legs. He bent it around the mans knees causing it to act like a shackle holding his legs together. Scream still wasn't comfortable the crazed individual was secure, so he summoned another steel bar and used the force to cause it to wrap around his ankles in a similar manner to the bar around his knees.

The process of securing the man was taxing to Scream in his state and he simply didn't possess the energy to drag the man to his ship. So, he looked around. Not many people remained in the area, but those that did were tough looking. Scream offered two tough looking shady types a significant sum of credits to take the man to his Aggressor Class Attack Craft.

After locking him away in the cage, Scream lowered up his ship and begun to leave Nar Shadda. He programmed a course for Coruscant and then sent a message to Coruscant. The message would read.

Attention Inquisition:
This is Priest Scream. I am enroute to Coruscant from Nar Shadda. I am transporting a dangerous and unaffiliated dark side force user. I was significantly damaged in apprehending him and request an official to meet me as I arrive to receive the force user into custody for reprogramming. Long live the Empire.

OOC: this thread is finished. @Vinny I am tagging you so you can make the thread where I deliver my prisoner to you.