"Somebody stop them! They're getting away!" The words sail over the busy crowds of a Corucant market during the night. The sounds of a ruckus are ignored by the patrons, except for the ones being pushed away while the blue twi'lek in an all-black attire push through them as they attempt to evade their pursuer. The twi'lek ducked through the crowds with reckless haste as they pushed through knocking people aside, clutching their prize in a satchel slung over their shoulder. As they plow through the crowd, they see the opening and head for it. Quickly ducking out of the crowd and into a dimly lit alleyway, never to be seen again.
* * * * *
Arah Tizun was hot on the heels of the twi'lek petty criminal who had to snatch a satchel from an unsuspected being, a satchel carrying personal information and credit chits; much like a purse would contain as such. A crime had been committed and it was up to Arah Tizun to see it to the conclusion!
Arah is a cathar, with an impressive height of 6'2" and a solid 189 lbs. A young pup who has something to prove to the Sector Rangers and the community he protected. The cathar, while young has obvious signs of combat of the past, the slightly misshaped nose, a few scratches along his face, and an ere of confidence. Wearing a tee-shirt and cargo pants, Arah would not be someone you'd expect was 'ready for action' it was such a simple outfit, but that's what he liked about it all. A simple outfit meant blending in more with the crowd and to not bring attention to himself, it also meant way better maneuverability.
Arah could see the twi'lek ahead, and he kept his eyes glued to the blue-skinned being with the head tails. He'd lived a mostly sheltered life back on Cathar, they didn't have exactly a large number of tourists or other species coming out to the great tree villages. "Somebody stop them! They're getting away!" that's what started this whole pursuit, all Arah could say to the person who shouted those orders was "Don't worry, I got this!" with a bit of arrogance about him. But that was the problem, the twi'lek WAS getting away and he just wouldn't want to admit to it. So all he could do was to chase and keep his eyes forth.
Arah leaped over a knocked over display as he pushed his way through the crowd, the distance between the two of them getting further and further apart, but Arah wouldn't give up the chase. There he goes! Into the alley! I got this one for sure! Was the thought of Arah's mind. He quickly dived into the alleyway and skidded to a halt. He looked to his left and his right, the crook got away from him. Arah walked down the alley with little regard as he could see the satchel lying up ahead. Guess he realized he was outmatched and gave up. Arah thought to himself. He approached the satchel and kneeled to collect the lost property, a slight smile on his face as he gave himself a 'job well done.' Arah picked the satchel up and slung it around his shoulder, Now to return this...
"Hey!" Arah's thought was cut short by the sudden voice. Arah turned to his left toward the sound of the unknown voice. Arah wouldn't even make the complete turn when the sound of 2 blaster bolts was discharged and quickly collided with his chest. Arah was knocked back, his eyes wide open as he felt the pain burning through his body which was soon canceled out by the hard thud and cold duracreate ground. It was the twi'lek he had been pursuing.
Arah was forced to watch as the blue twi'lek in black attire casually walked toward the now injured Arah. He walked so casually, a stupid smile on his face. Arah looked up to meet the gaze afforded by the twi'lek, but as he did so - the word faded away.
He had only joined not long ago, and his career was now over - never to be truly realized.
And as the world faded, a familiar voice caught the cathar's attention. "What happened Tizun?" Arah Tizun was about to reply, but it was cut off by the familiar voice, "I'll save you the work of thinking, cadet. You're dead."
The pain subsided and the dark Coruscant alley had now transitioned from the dark, dank, cold alley to a medium-sized room with a viewing port, there, in the port was a familiar Togruta with a rich orange skin, wearing a well-kept leather jacket and grey shirt, the epaulets indicating the togruta's position. That was instructor Baame, a sector ranger with many years under his belt. Arah had just fallen victim to a standard simulation at the Sector Ranger's Academy on Coruscant. Instructor Baame wasn't alone either, he had a few other candidates with him, spectating the display Arah had just done.
"And why did you die? Because you stopped paying attention and assumed the threat was done. You assumed that you had scared your foe, but you didn't. Criminals don't play fair and neither should you. Until they're dead or in custody, always suspect they're nearby and even when they are one of the two, never assume they're alone." Instructor Baame paused, "Now pick yourself up and get out of there. Kenthay! You're up!"
Arah picked himself up and dragged himself out of the simulator, as he left the room he passed the human entering to take his turn.
Arah was still fairly young and still had a chip on his shoulder, always striving to make himself look good in front of people. Instructor Baame was right though, like usual. Arah had let his guard down and that is what would get him in the long run if he didn't smarten up and start to focus. Being a Sector Ranger wasn't meant to be an easy task, you couldn't just walk in and be the best damned Ranger in an instant. It takes time and experience. Arah would have to learn this soon or else the simulation would be a real deal and his career could very well be cut short.
Each of the aspiring Rangers in his class would get a chance at a different simulated call. Some would prove to be nothing while others proved to be a challenge. Once the simulations were done, classes were done for the day as well. Arah was looking forward to that moment, he wanted to be off to lick his wounds and damage to his pride. No doubt some of his classmates would be judging him.
* * * * *
With the training day done, Tizun packed his stuff and left the classrooms, wandering away from the crowd - trying to keep his head down. The day was a good day though, lots of things were taught to him and he'd need to reflect on some of his mistakes - but that was the point, wasn't it? To learn and correct. It was a learning environment after all - better to screw up and make the mistakes here than out there, because at least here the consequences were minor and easily forgiven... mostly.
The weather was favorable today. With the classrooms behind him, he wasn't prepared to go back to his dorms, at least not yet. He thought for a moment if he wanted to attend a local cadet lounge to unwind, or if he should take a moment to clear his head, maybe he should go use the gym? He wasn't ultimately sure what to do next, but right now, he found himself in an annex, he found a spot to sit for a moment while he drew out his academy issued datapad to quickly go over his notes from the day.
He knew the chances of interaction with fellow cadets were likely and in all honesty, he wasn't upset about that. He didn't always like to be alone, it was nice to have someone to talk to. He was hoping that perhaps he could get to know some of the other Ranger's a little bit more, perhaps formulate some contacts for when he graduated and was out on his own. In this business, that was an important concept. Your partners. It wasn't limited to the bad guys who need to make contacts for dealings, it was common for the good guys to because no one can truly work alone.
(( OOC: I would like to have this thread considered to have happened in the past, not too far. Like a year or two. This allows for some simple and distant contacts for the future. ))
* * * * *
Arah Tizun was hot on the heels of the twi'lek petty criminal who had to snatch a satchel from an unsuspected being, a satchel carrying personal information and credit chits; much like a purse would contain as such. A crime had been committed and it was up to Arah Tizun to see it to the conclusion!
Arah is a cathar, with an impressive height of 6'2" and a solid 189 lbs. A young pup who has something to prove to the Sector Rangers and the community he protected. The cathar, while young has obvious signs of combat of the past, the slightly misshaped nose, a few scratches along his face, and an ere of confidence. Wearing a tee-shirt and cargo pants, Arah would not be someone you'd expect was 'ready for action' it was such a simple outfit, but that's what he liked about it all. A simple outfit meant blending in more with the crowd and to not bring attention to himself, it also meant way better maneuverability.
Arah could see the twi'lek ahead, and he kept his eyes glued to the blue-skinned being with the head tails. He'd lived a mostly sheltered life back on Cathar, they didn't have exactly a large number of tourists or other species coming out to the great tree villages. "Somebody stop them! They're getting away!" that's what started this whole pursuit, all Arah could say to the person who shouted those orders was "Don't worry, I got this!" with a bit of arrogance about him. But that was the problem, the twi'lek WAS getting away and he just wouldn't want to admit to it. So all he could do was to chase and keep his eyes forth.
Arah leaped over a knocked over display as he pushed his way through the crowd, the distance between the two of them getting further and further apart, but Arah wouldn't give up the chase. There he goes! Into the alley! I got this one for sure! Was the thought of Arah's mind. He quickly dived into the alleyway and skidded to a halt. He looked to his left and his right, the crook got away from him. Arah walked down the alley with little regard as he could see the satchel lying up ahead. Guess he realized he was outmatched and gave up. Arah thought to himself. He approached the satchel and kneeled to collect the lost property, a slight smile on his face as he gave himself a 'job well done.' Arah picked the satchel up and slung it around his shoulder, Now to return this...
"Hey!" Arah's thought was cut short by the sudden voice. Arah turned to his left toward the sound of the unknown voice. Arah wouldn't even make the complete turn when the sound of 2 blaster bolts was discharged and quickly collided with his chest. Arah was knocked back, his eyes wide open as he felt the pain burning through his body which was soon canceled out by the hard thud and cold duracreate ground. It was the twi'lek he had been pursuing.
Arah was forced to watch as the blue twi'lek in black attire casually walked toward the now injured Arah. He walked so casually, a stupid smile on his face. Arah looked up to meet the gaze afforded by the twi'lek, but as he did so - the word faded away.
He had only joined not long ago, and his career was now over - never to be truly realized.
And as the world faded, a familiar voice caught the cathar's attention. "What happened Tizun?" Arah Tizun was about to reply, but it was cut off by the familiar voice, "I'll save you the work of thinking, cadet. You're dead."
The pain subsided and the dark Coruscant alley had now transitioned from the dark, dank, cold alley to a medium-sized room with a viewing port, there, in the port was a familiar Togruta with a rich orange skin, wearing a well-kept leather jacket and grey shirt, the epaulets indicating the togruta's position. That was instructor Baame, a sector ranger with many years under his belt. Arah had just fallen victim to a standard simulation at the Sector Ranger's Academy on Coruscant. Instructor Baame wasn't alone either, he had a few other candidates with him, spectating the display Arah had just done.
"And why did you die? Because you stopped paying attention and assumed the threat was done. You assumed that you had scared your foe, but you didn't. Criminals don't play fair and neither should you. Until they're dead or in custody, always suspect they're nearby and even when they are one of the two, never assume they're alone." Instructor Baame paused, "Now pick yourself up and get out of there. Kenthay! You're up!"
Arah picked himself up and dragged himself out of the simulator, as he left the room he passed the human entering to take his turn.
Arah was still fairly young and still had a chip on his shoulder, always striving to make himself look good in front of people. Instructor Baame was right though, like usual. Arah had let his guard down and that is what would get him in the long run if he didn't smarten up and start to focus. Being a Sector Ranger wasn't meant to be an easy task, you couldn't just walk in and be the best damned Ranger in an instant. It takes time and experience. Arah would have to learn this soon or else the simulation would be a real deal and his career could very well be cut short.
Each of the aspiring Rangers in his class would get a chance at a different simulated call. Some would prove to be nothing while others proved to be a challenge. Once the simulations were done, classes were done for the day as well. Arah was looking forward to that moment, he wanted to be off to lick his wounds and damage to his pride. No doubt some of his classmates would be judging him.
* * * * *
With the training day done, Tizun packed his stuff and left the classrooms, wandering away from the crowd - trying to keep his head down. The day was a good day though, lots of things were taught to him and he'd need to reflect on some of his mistakes - but that was the point, wasn't it? To learn and correct. It was a learning environment after all - better to screw up and make the mistakes here than out there, because at least here the consequences were minor and easily forgiven... mostly.
The weather was favorable today. With the classrooms behind him, he wasn't prepared to go back to his dorms, at least not yet. He thought for a moment if he wanted to attend a local cadet lounge to unwind, or if he should take a moment to clear his head, maybe he should go use the gym? He wasn't ultimately sure what to do next, but right now, he found himself in an annex, he found a spot to sit for a moment while he drew out his academy issued datapad to quickly go over his notes from the day.
He knew the chances of interaction with fellow cadets were likely and in all honesty, he wasn't upset about that. He didn't always like to be alone, it was nice to have someone to talk to. He was hoping that perhaps he could get to know some of the other Ranger's a little bit more, perhaps formulate some contacts for when he graduated and was out on his own. In this business, that was an important concept. Your partners. It wasn't limited to the bad guys who need to make contacts for dealings, it was common for the good guys to because no one can truly work alone.
(( OOC: I would like to have this thread considered to have happened in the past, not too far. Like a year or two. This allows for some simple and distant contacts for the future. ))
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