Desert Debts

[Zeth Anaro]

Mos Eisley landing pad // day

Zeth Anaro stepped out from the ship into the blistering heat of the Mos Eisley. He had decided on whim to "borrow" a sith from the temple on Yavin IV and go on a little joy ride. His little trip had brought him to Tatooine, A planet consisting mostly of vast deserts expanding father than the eye can see, dotted with the occasional moisture farm and Jawa. While not the most glamorous planet to visit but it had cantina's and gambling which suited Zeth just fine. He planned to gamble and drink away his credits.

After providing the correct paperwork and identification (all fake of course) to the spaceport authority he made his way to out but found himself caught up in the throng of people also exiting the premises. The line didn't move as one minute became ten. Zeth was starting to really feel the heat. The sweat accumulating on his back and in his pits where making his shirt stick to his body.

His foot tapped rapidly on the floor, his tempting starting to flare in the heat, his rage bubbling at the hold up. He had to hold back his urge to use the force to send the crowd flying through the doors. Even if attracted Jedi or Mando's it would still be worth it. He eventually wondered what could be holding up the crowd. It was like spaceport like this was this busy.

 

[Tsara]

The aftermath of her recent adventure on Ilum had stuck with Tsara for days after arrival back on Tatooine. She felt like a waking limb. Uncomfortable, but somehow gaining awareness of parts of her senses that had been asleep. Regardless, Mos Eisley's warmth and even flow hustle was more comfortable than the warrens of a far flung, cold world on the edge of society. That being said, who she'd met there, what she'd learned, and felt in the Force would be something forever with her.

Odzerah molded her, Ossus refined her focuses, and Ilum broke the mold and refinements.

Still, habits were habits, and the Sabacc hands she played would have recouped credits lost in her dalliance on cusp of known space if not for a scruffy, silver tongued Nerf Herder of a scoundrel that had cheated her and everyone else at the table. Normally not too problematic, such things can be proved after accusation, except, he wasn't actually using the cards to cheat.

He was using the Force!

The card sharp force adept could predict the cards, and see the hands, regardless of the deck being dealt from a shoe. Tsara didn't realize this at first, the Dug was extremely subtle in how he 'threw' his awareness out to 'see' the hands. Tsara was so caught up in using a halfway unzipped coverall, and the flesh it showed to distract the players, that she didn't sense the intrusion through the Force until it was too late.

Vibroblade in hand, she'd chased the little sand weasel out into the streets, and made a scene.

Since her accusation seemed unfounded, more than onlookers came to the Dug's aid. He had some friends, fellow card-sharps, and those weasels paid for heavies.

Weequay are really tall. Really heavy.

Surrounded, and five to one, Tsara quickly went over options left to her given her circumstances.

Maybe Atraxis was in the crowd backed up into the Spaceport exit.

...not likely...

@Zeth Anaro

 

[Zeth Anaro]

The crowd had only moved a few inches in last few minutes few minutes which not did approve Zeth's mood. As he was contemplating forcing his way through the crowd he felt something through the force. ((one..no two force sensitives not far from here)) he though to himself. For all he knew it could be Jedi and that was something he didn't need on his back right now. But the curiosity was to great

Jumping to action he grabbed the guy standing in front of him, climbing up his back, with a push from the force he leaped upwards and came up standing on the mans shoulders like an acrobat. Before the man could voice his complain Zeth had already taking off, using the sea off shoulders and heads to move towards the commotion.

From his vantage point he could see a green Twilek girl surrounded by a group of men wielding vibro weapons.Not exactly a fair fight but he would soon change that. As soon as he broke the last line of people he gathered the power of the force and spread it his limbs as he lept, sending him propelling through the air and tackling one of the men to the ground before rolling back to his feet like something in a action movie.

looking to the Twilek girl with a grin he asked "You look like you could use some help".

@Tsara

 

[Tsara]

The airborne tackle was definitely unexpected, and the ripples it sent through the Force she certainly felt. Not Atraxis' (@Red Pyramid) massive, smoldering presence, but more electric, more frenetic. Like something that hated to be still, perhaps, more than anything else. Millisecond moments ticking, swift assessments made by the total seconds, Tsara waved at Zeth as she ran between the distracted Weequay focused now solely on him.

"Thanks!" she managed as she ran, zeroing in on the retreating Dug leaving a trail of cards out of his garish sleeves and a cred stick here and there that the beggars, and other destitutes dove for. Tsara found herself darting around whirling balls of species, limbs flailing as they fought over the dropped creds, sometimes leaping over them narrowly to gain a couple feet lost.

She didn't want to open herself up to the Force if possible, not out in the open where word could get around to some Rando Mando. Tsara was capable, but she wasn't a warrior by any real stretch...at least not yet! A single Mandalorian reasonable competency would be worse then the cadre of towering Weequay she'd left behind.

Atraxis had been helping her in the combat department, though. The Sith was at home in a fight, as he was at home in various, darker intrigues that Tsara herself tried to avoid full involvement in. If he could see her now, he would either have a good laugh at her predicament or be severely disappointed in her carelessness. He was on his way to pick her up, but had a matter still at hand last time she checked, which was fine; she'd rather him not find her running through the sandy streets of Mos Eisley after a card cheat with a more nuanced grasp of the Force than herself.

Tsara did have her pride, be it strangely specific.

The influence of it made the choice for her. The often two way whispers she'd grown aware of both seemed in unison in beckoning her to at least reach out with her senses. She did. Reaching out to try and sense the Dug, but sensed aggression right behind her. Perishing a glance over her shoulder, she spotted the tallest of the five Weequay gaining on her, bowling over everyone in his path like a charging Reek. He backhand held a Vibrosword that one could ad hoc a Bantha with. Eyes widening, an understated exclamation drifted from Tsara's lips as she channelled the Force into her. Tsara forward tumbled between a Pau'an's legs, popped back up into a fast trot, rolled across the back of a Gamorrean stooping over to pick up a crate, leap frogged a Jawa, then launched herself into a skid slide under a rearing Ronto.

Tsara dove, and blindside tackled the fleeing Dug cheat in question, the spare creature crying out his surprise as she pinned his shoulder to the ground.

"Gotcha!"

Then a stiff, hard kick to her waist sent her rolling off the Dug. Gasping for the air knocked out of her, Tsara's eyes widened as they focused. The Big ol' Weequay had caught up, kicked her off the Dug, and now loomed over her, Vibrosword in both hands, raised high, and pointed tip down at her!

@Booey

 

[Zeth Anaro]

As soon as he had come to the Twilek girls aid she had run off to pursue one of the fleeing men leaving him with the four thugs that jumped in for the assist. On closer examination is what obvious they where Weequay all armed with vibroblades. This would be an easy enough fight if he drew his lightsaber but that would draw to much unwanted attention.

Drawing on the force as the two thugs moved in, one from the front and other from behind. Easily sidestepping the thugs thrust. Gripping the thugs wrist, using the thugs own momentum to spin him around and collide him with the thug coming in from behind, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Taking the advantage zeth swooped on them with stomps to their heads and neck until they where unconscious on the ground.

He barely had a second before another thug was on him slicing wildly, Zeth bent slightly backwards and twisted his body to avoid getting shredded. When the moment was right he struck out at the thugs arm join as he went in for another swing, gathering the force in his palm on contact and shattering the bone with an audible crack. sending the man to the ground roaring in pain.

Zeth waited for the attack from the final thug but it never came, instead he had dropped his weapon and ran away from the young sith. " I guess one of you had some common sense after all " he said to no one in particular as he turned trying to locate the twilek. Spotting her sprawled on the ground with one of the thugs standing over her, ready to strike down with his blade.

Reacting quickly he hooked one of the fallen vibroblades under his foot and kicked it up into his hand guided by his telekinesis. adjusting it so he was gripping the blade gingerly in his fingers. Arching his arm back his threw the blade at the mans like a throwing him. embedding it dead center is his back before he could strike down.

Spoiler: OOC note

Sorry it took so long to post. I got a start but I got distracted in real life and forgot about it.

 

[Tsara]

Seeing the Weequay stiffen, Tsara was more than a little elated when the lumbering brute slow fell to the side of her with a Vibroblade sticking out of his back. She looked up and saw the young man from before, quite a distance away...where she'd left him, in fact! The throw had to have been Force assisted. There was close to a 38 meters between her and him! Then again, maybe he pitched or threw for one of any number of ball related sports teams on the Outer Rim. She looked at the hilt of the vibroblade, and back to Zeth, then to the hilt once more.

Distance, explainable, but the level of accuracy between all the moving parts in the street would only create incredulity.

Standing up out of the sand and dusting herself off, Tsara took a couple bracing breaths to steady herself before looking about for the Dug. Gulba had flown the coop fast. She'd lost too much to him to let him escape. Tsara would pursue him once she found his trail again, but, there was the young Force Adept who'd come to her aid to address first.

Walking away from the dead, she approached him with her stoic expression frozen in place.

"Who are you, stranger?"

@Booey

 

[Zeth Anaro]

Zeth steadied his breathing, allowing his battle rage to subside. Looking around to survey the damage. Almost all the thugs had been dispatched easily with with absolutely no killing, that took a lot of restraint on Zeth's part. The dug the Twilek was chasing had got away it seemed. Unfortunate but not that it mattered to Zeth anyway.

The girl approached him, a stoic look on her face as she asked who he was. He paused for a second before answering. He didn't know what the commotion was about so it was better he didn't get involved. Drawing unwanted attention was one way of attracting Mando's or Jedi.

"Me?, i'm just a passerby helping a lady in need" He said casually. "i'm just here to drink and gamble my creds away".

@Tsara Tarr

 

[Tsara]

What a thing to say!

What an absolutely perfect thing for a young, powerful force user to say! Tsara managed an ever so soft, and beguiling grin as she pressed balled fists to the sides of her hips, leaning forward enough to give Zeth an eyeful display of the cleavage her coveralls bared due to the zipper being unable to travel higher due to 'tensions' at the top. Honestly, the coveralls were so small, and hugged so tightly to her, it might as well have been a second skin!

Her sad eyes could never smile, but the lids batted long lashes as she cooed aloud.

"OoooOOOooHhh, what a kind, thoughtful, and handsome young stranger," she started, straightening up suddenly to make her 'emeralds' bounce practically in his face. Such markedly precise acts of bodily control executed with an all too natural fluidity. Tsara had mastered the elements beautifully.

"You can drink and gamble with me, if you like..." and she placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in almost nose to nose with him. Tsara had a weak command of the Force, but the powers of 'The Vamp' were strong with her. "...just help me track down a mean little ol' Dug who stole my credits..." Tsara added, finger tugging teasingly at the overly stressed zipper of her coveralls.

And then she grinned ear to ear slowly, organically, allowing a little syrup into her voice and cocking her head slightly towards the suns to get a sparkle in her blue eyes.

"What do you say?"

@Booey

 

[Zeth Anaro]

As lovely as her jubblies where, Zeth was not easily won over, his mental will was stronger than that. He paused for a moment to think. He had inserted himself into the situation when he could have just stayed out of it. He might as well help her find the Dug and part ways. No fuss no muss.

" I will help you find the guy you where chasing but after that we go our separate ways" He responded sternly. " First off all we need to get away from here before the authorities show up" he said gesturing for them slip away into a nearby alley before they continued speaking. Better to not be standing around a heap of bodies having a little chat.

After retreating to relative privacy Zeth continued. "Now tell me why where you chasing that guy in the first place?".

Spoiler: OOC

Again sorry for the delay. Busy busy in real life.

@Tsara Tarr

 

[Tsara]

Following the young Force User that was about her age, Tsara couldn't help but be impressed with not only his will, but maturity; she'd just hit him with a full blast of Twi'lek allure, and he instead got right to business after the briefest pause. She made a mental note that this was no kid, but a man. In the privacy of the alley, Zeth asked all the pertinent questions.

Tsara had all the expected answers.

"I'm Tsara Tarr, a dancer among other things...the Dug I was chasing is a card sharp at Sabacc, and mild Force Sensitive named Bulda, he cheated me out of a decent amount of credits using perception through the Force." she explained, regarding Zeth more directly, reaching out with the Force to sense him.

He came back with similar 'essence' to Atraxis.

"What's your name, and interest in this matter, if not in me?"

@Booey

OOC: All good, man.

 

[Zeth Anaro]

" A card sharp eh?" he responded tentatively " Plenty of those guys like that running around these parts so it's not gonna be a simple task tracking him down BUT if he really is a force sensitive I might be able to find him seeing as it's my speciality and all ". Finding another force sensitive in truth was like finding a needle in a haystack but he couldn't have gotten far.

The twilek identified herself as a dancer called Tsara Tar. A dancer chasing a card sharp he though to himself, just another thing to add to the strangeness of the situation. The girl then asked for his name and his interest in her chase. He figured he would answer honestly but would omit any details of his sithhood.

" The names Zeth Anaro " he said confidently thrusting his hand to up point at himself with his thumb, all other fingers closed in a dramatic gesture. " Why I decided to help you is simple, it was better staying in that line"

@Tsara

 

[Tsara]

The Twi'lek had to laugh. A good natured one. The answer was beautifully simple, to the point, and for the various Hells of it. Sometimes, active males didn't need a reason for some excitement other than the promise of the excitement itself. Tsara could accommodate him fine! Bulda would give them plenty of trouble if recent encounters were anything to go by. The Force in him seemed to be emanating a desire to keep moving, to be in motion.

"I see." she started, looking Zeth up and down, a hand to her green chin as she considered him a little more closely.

A man of action...

And, perhaps, a Sith. Most Force users with a shred of competency in the Galaxy usually were. The crumbling Empire that spawned them had made each of them all orphans. This Zeth was likely no different. Another refugee of the collapse like Atraxis.

The Jedi were more than competent...but very few...

"Some of the other players he cheated know the various establishments he frequents. Let's formulate a plan, and trap this scum; I'll see you get handsomely rewarded..."

And she locked eyes with him, stretching her feelings out in the Force towards him.

"What do you say, Anaro?"

@Booey