That one time...

[Hue]

A forest. It's infinite boundaries suddenly halted by...

A road. Having not been used for centuries, it was now overgrown with shrubs. The air was still, the night silent. A low hum begins in the distance, and steadily grows in a terrifying crescendo. Wings flap as birds rush away, and a dark red ship surrounded in flames appears in the sky before it crashes into the ground. Smoke rises from the ship as the flames die down and the cockpit opens.

Phoenix steps out, his black cloak catching the wind and trailing behind him. His lightsaber hung concealed at his side. He looks into the forest, and a flock of bats flies out, passing over him and heading towards the distant moons. The Sith turns away from the forest, and walks away from his ship. His mechanical arm reaches out, reflecting the moon as it opens the door of...

A bar! Music blasts out into the once calm night. Alien drinks are served to aliens sitting at tables. Phoenix walks into the bar and sits at a table. A Mon Calamari swings on a chandelier before being thrown out by the bouncers. A waitress walks towards Phoenix and asks what he wants.

Phoenix stared deep into the waitresses eyes, and slowly spoke telepathically to her, "Your soul," is all he said. She walked away, a dazed and confused look in her eyes. Phoenix looked once more around the bar. Something caught his eye. A person, sitting six tables away.

 

[Raider]

John Raider stared back at the man who staring at him from six tables away. Judging on the waitress' reaction he had probably made a very lame pass and was trying to find another female that he would fail to impressive. Raider rised an eyebrow at the man. As if to say, What do you want?

 

[Hue]

Phoenix heard the man's thoughts, and projected his own telepathically. "Your assumptions are foolish. I am not drawn to you people as you are to each other. Now," he said as he stood up and walked towards John, "Who are you? I know I've seen you somewhere... Maybe public Archives... Do you have a record?" He sat down across the table from John.

 

[Raider]

*Raider's green eyes narrowed as the man spoke within his mind. Great, an effing Force-user. Just great. The man probably would pick that up too, but Raider really couldn't care less. He leaned back in his seat, his hand slid down to rest on the butt of his blaster.*
"The name's John Raider; I'm the leader of the Raider's Raptors. You've probably heard of us."

 

[Hue]

In response to the man's thoughts, Phoenix moved one of his hidden arms to rest on his lightsaber hilt. "So you're the leader of the mercenaries? An interesting profession. What jobs come up the most? Politicians? Drug dealers? You seem to have some experience with Force users. Killed any Jedi? Sith?" Phoenix relaxed in his seat. His cloaked arm remained on his lightsaber.

 

[Raider]

"Politicians, drug dealers, warlords, local governments. If you've got the credits then we'll kill whatever you want. As for killing Jedi or Sith and whats the difference really? No. I try to avoid anything to do with those religious fanatics."

 

[Hue]

Phoenix glared at the mercenary. "Religious fantics? I wouldn't go that far. Maybe something more like 'extremely talented people'. Well, whatever you think we are, you can't argue with the immense power of the Force."

 

[Raider]

*Raider leaned forward, placing a forearm on the table and shooting the man a bemused look.*
"Listen bud. I've been to one side of this galaxy and the other, and I've seen some pretty crazy things, but nothing to make me believe there is some all powerful Force controling it all."

 

[Hue]

Phoenix's hand twitched on his lightsaber hilt as the mercenary leaned forward. "But even if you don't believe in it's powers to control the universe, you know of the power that it gives to people like me. Even if the Force can't control everything, it's got us to help it."

 

[Raider]

"Whatever you say buddy."
*Raider said in a voice full of disbelief. In his option he really couldn't care less what a bunch of spoon benders prayed to and called the ultimate power in the galaxy.

 

[Hue]

Phoenix glared at John. "Have you ever tested the powers of the Force? I'm sure you'll find they are far more efficient than your simple blaster."

 

[Raider]

*Raider laughed at that. It was really funny what some people in the galaxy believed in. Shaking his head and grinning at the man across from him in amusement he said.*
"What are you willing to bet on that? Your life maybe?"

 

[Hue]

"Now who's getting worked up over beliefs?" Phoenix said jokingly, "If you want to jump into a battle so fast, might I suggest we move outside? Less people to get in our way. Then we can test our fighting abilities. Force versus Technology."

 

[Iorthunger]

Iorthunger happened to be in the bar at the time, he was listening to every word that slipped past their mouths, also using the Force to get inside their thoughts. They were both a threat to the jedi, he wanted to make sure they weren't going to plan an attack on the jedi, or anyone else.

Iors jedi robe hangs down to the floor visible and ovious he is part of the jedi order. The hilt of his lightsaber shines bright, easy to catch attention.

 

[Hue]

The reflected light from the Jedi's lightsaber caught Phoenix's attention. He sent a telepathic message to Iorthunger and John, "Well. It seems we have a Suspicious Jedi in our presence. And he seems to want a fight."

 

[Raider]

*If you talk about 'em long enough. A Jedi had the habit of showing up. That was just great. He called for more ale and when the waiter brought it over he knocked it back in one gulp.*
"If he wants to fight, he'll have to start it. I fight for a living. I'm here to relax."

 

[Iorthunger]

Ior does not want to start a fight, he doesen't even leave his table. He listens closely to their thoughts, concentrating on one word at a time.

 

[Hue]

Phoenix searched the Jedi's thoughts and replied, "If you do not want to start a fight, why are you suddenly revealing your lightsaber?"

 

[Raider]

*Raider decided the best thing to do was ignore them both completely. Getting up from his table and moving over to the bar he got another drink, telling the bartender to leave the bottle. Getting drunk might make them both leave and failing that. Well...at least he'd be drunk.*

 

[Hue]

Phoenix watched the mercenary leave. He was pretty bored with the conversation they were having anyway, so he decided to leave.

((This has been a complete failure, so I'm just going to end it.))