Ask Coruscant Stagnation

[Roman Antilles]

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The stagnation of society had become disgusting, almost to the point of emesis. Roman was here to rid them of this plague, and further push the natural flow of the Force into motion. Arriving alone on Coruscant, he carefully disembarked from his ship before moving into the city's capitol space. Techniques of force cloak and the usage of natural darkness would contain his presence, keep him concealed from those unaware of their existence. Utilizing the personal tracking device, he picked up a tracer signal arising from a warehouse several hundred meters away, golden eyes twisted with corruption glanced upwards and then narrowed to lock in the target.

"Good.."

He spoke to himself, a flurry of force driven power encompassed the armored contours of his body and with a blurring dash carried him towards the location in a burst of Force speed. A second signature however was felt, not seen; it was different than a guardian or legionnaire, a presence devoid of darkness but also of light. An untainted soul and perhaps one ready for conversion should he be successful. The thoughts raced through his mind but also momentarily distracting him from the objective at hand. Perched over the skylight, Roman lept downwards through the glass and shattered it, landing onto the ground with an unwelcoming thud. Force cloak removed itself, letting the several thugs in the room bear witness to his armored face.

A low growl emitted from the Legionnaire, before he ignited the crimson blade in his right hand.

@sayso

 

[Syrin V0ss]

So far everything was going according to Syrin's plan. She was currently tied up to a chair while being surrounded by a group of thugs. It was a situation that most would consider unfavorable, but Syrin knew she could get out whenever she wanted; she was just waiting for the perfect time. The process to get into this situation was quite tedious: Syrin spent the past week scouting warehouses and causing slight disruptions to the thug's mission. Then she let herself be "captured", assuming the thugs would be dumb enough to take her into the warehouse. Syrin's mission was to takeout the leader of this petty group, so what better situation to be in but being in the boss's hideout. Of course, Syrin wouldn't have taken this boring job without a hefty payment. Twenty-thousand credits she was offered; that was enough money to get a nice meal in the upper levels for a few months. Syrin thought it was somewhat funny how fast she grew accustomed to life on Coruscant, but her thoughts were cut off with the sound of shattered glass.

An unexpected variable now foiled her plan. "What a strange fellow," Syrin thought while examining the figure clad in armor. What interested Syrin more was the stranger's blade; it appeared to be a similar mechanism to her guard shotos, but at least the stranger's was actually working. Syrin figured she could use the interruption to her advantage, but she didn't feel like taking out the thugs yet. Luckily, there was a perfectly capable fighter in front of her to do the job. "My knight has finally come to rescue me, save me from this heinous fiends!" she said in a sarcastic and mocking tone. The rest of her plan would be somewhat on the spot, but the main premise was the same: beat up the thugs and kill the boss. Now she only had to figure out whether the stranger would be a hindrance or a helping hand.

@Faded

Spoiler

I know my profile says Jedi Order, but it's a mistake. I'm not able to change it back to independent so just imagine it says independent.

 

[Roman Antilles]

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Roman lofted a brow in surprise at the presence of the third party, her signature sparkled with an essence of the force though it had not been properly nurtured and her alignment as of yet, was a complete mystery to him. He couldn't remark in response at her statement, though she was mistaken to think that he had arrived to just lend a helping hand. He was here for his own personal agenda, and if she chose to help then so be it, otherwise she would be eliminated along with his opposition. Following the bellow, he sprang forwards with an utilization of enhanced speed, the armored form shimmering as a mere blur as it brought the crimson saber in a horizontal slash forward, bisecting the first male that stood in his path.

As the cauterized flesh split into two pieces, his ally entered the fray only to be met with a focused blast of telekinetic power released from the Legionnaire's left palm. Roman turned to his left suddenly but was unable to stop the third foe. The brute, captured him in a bear hug tackle, hoisting him into the air like a rag doll and smashing his body to the ground with a violent thud. Unfortunately for the both of them, the ground in that region was only a farce, a display used to cover the secret exit into the water tunnels underneath. Wood collapsed from the weight of two males, splinters crackling and flying in various angles as both Roman and the Thug crumbled several meters underneath and plunged into a stagnant river running beneath the building.

The water was putrid and foul smelling, but Roman at this time was struggling with the surprise of being immersed. The crimson light of his blade extinguished under the depth of the fluid, his left hand splashing and attempting to paddle himself out of danger. Seemingly his enemy would not let it be, the thug leaping upon his back with a solid forearm hold, dragging the Sith into the murky waters.

Seems if anything, Roman was in need of a helping hand...

@sayso

 

[Syrin V0ss]

Syrin was somewhat surprised to see the speed of the figure not knowing it was a force ability. "He could very well be useful." Syrin thought. However, she was completely shocked to see the figure perform a force push. Before this moment, Syrin believed that she and her grandmother were the only ones capable of such feats. She watched as the figure was tackled through the ground, and she was hit with a foul-smelling odor. Syrin wasn't able to watch what was occurring, but she could hear the sounds of panicked splashing. Using the force, Syrin crushed the measly binds that were holding her and walked over to view what was going on below.

Watching the struggle below, Syrin couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed; "Seems he isn't as skilled as I first thought. Who leaves themselves open like that?". Syrin thought about leaving the two to their struggle, but it was against her morals to not help a stranger. However, Syrin was unwilling to jump into the nasty river, so she used telekinesis to lift the two out of the river and back into the warehouse. It didn't take that much concentration since the big thug was holding onto the stranger anyways. After lifting the two-out, Syrin dropped them onto the floor with the thug being on top. She walked over to the thug and placed her hand on his head; "I think it's time to Chill." she said as she used Cryokinesis to completely freeze the thug's head.

Her hand was filthy after touching the thug's head which was covered in whatever was in the river, so Syrin walked over to one of the previous thugs and wiped her hand on their clothes. Syrin then turned around, looking towards the stranger "Get your ass up already."

@Faded