The Jedi Hunter

[Insoulent]

Arkantos slowly got up as he looked over to the droidekas battling the rather over-sized hunter droid. Their shields were weakening, that much was for certain, but just as Arkantos pulled out his blaster to shoot at the giant droid, it released two shots at the droidekas, pure ionic energy, instantly shutting down the droids, as they nearly dropped from their limpness.

Arkantos saw at the droid turned around to face him, now shining it's light on him, as the man quickly shot into it, making quick work of the light. The droid once again began to shoot in the direction of the human, but he turned around, darting to his companion. In the middle of his run, he noticed him grappling the Wookiee in a some type of bearhug, but even if they captured the Wookiee, they'd have to worry about the droid, which Arkantos would make sure he handled. He used the Force to quickly stretch itself around the hilt strapped to Orlaan's belt, which belonged to Arkantos. It shook, as Arkantos balance and concentration faltered thanks to his run, but managed to pull it off, as he slid to a pause. He quickly shifted his run to the side, as the droid straifed to the side, continuing to eye the human.

Arkantos noticed the droideka droids trying to put out the fire were still hard at work, expelling canister after canister of fire extinguishing chemicals. Arkantos made his way closer to the nearly-destroyed warehouse. From here, he'd have the tactical advantage of having something for cover, and he'd be able to use the Force much more easily. With lightsaber in hand, and the Force all around him, the droid's time would be up soon.

 

[Ben]

Orlaan was vaguely aware of Arkantos running around somewhere behind him, but he was far too focused on not crying out and dropping the Wookie to pay much attention. He was lucky though, due to the proximity of Ghess to the Wookie, the hunter could not get a good angle of attack on the Jedi slowly crushing him to unconsciousness. The blade sliced down over Orlaans left shoulder-blade and pierced the skin completely into the lateral muscle on the same side. The biting metal slid in at an almost parallel angle and went for about six inches before the Wookie lost all leverage and it slid to a halt; Orlaan almost didn't notice the warmth moving down his back towards his waste.

All that was left to do was render his massive adversary unconscious and then take the remote and shut down the droid... simple? Ghess thought so. With another mighty reassertion of the already crushing pressure and a muffled grunt, Orlaan squeezed and gritted his teeth. His efforts were rewarded with another gush of air and a few more cracks, but he had no way of knowing if the hunter was out cold yet; he would have to wait until the thing went limp. Surely his opponent would be too damaged to resist any more now though, and even if he wasn't Orlaan had the hold on, there was no shaking him.

'Occupy the droid, close now.' Even his telepathic voice was strained and faltering, not from wear, but from sheer exertion. Orlaan positioned his feet ready to put the Wookie between himself and the droid if the hunter tried to call the beast in, but he did not act yet, he did not want to compromise his balance whilst the hunter was still conscious.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Vandar was quickly losing consciousness. He did not anticipate the boy's strength to be so powerful, to the point where he had doubted his precise place among Humans altogether. Though that was not weighing on his mind so much as his current situation. With oxygen unable to get to the Wookiee's brain, he viciously stabbed out with the backwards blade of his sword, hoping to continue to penetrate the Jedi's back. The Wookiee noticed the lightsaber on his belt move, his eyes caught where it levitated to.

It was a trap after all.

Vandar was too occupied and struggled too much to curse at himself for being so foolish. Though was he? He took all the precautions he could have. No matter, the old Wookiee still had one last trick up his sleeve. Leaning over the large Jedi's back, he spoke into his chrono....

"wrrhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh"

The voice recognition analyzed the Wookiee's order and blinked a solid red light as confirmation of the final order to be carried out. Moments later the H-K droid, which was still firing onto the now armed Jedi, exploded in a violent and ferocious blast. The strong waved would reach both Vandar and both Jedi within mere seconds, the strength enough to kill anyone within a close proximity, and severely damage those just outside.

 

[Ben]

The bastard was persistent, Orlaan had to give him that. He sliced down again and again at the Jedi's back, only scoring narrow slashes now as the power fled from his arms; Orlaan could feel him going limp. He was almost gone, body beginning to stop resisting and starting to slump, it was only then that Orlaan's danger sense spiked, and he caught the intentions of the Wookie. Orlaan span, flinging both himself and the hunter to the ground and rolling behind a concrete road block. Orlaan did not release his grip, not even for a moment, using the Wookies limp weight as momentum.

'OUT! MOVE, NOW!' Ghess bellowed, a positive shriek, right into the mind of Arkantos, shamelessly imbuing a little Force willpower to make him act if he could as well. The safety of his ally was more important to Orlaan that his dignity at this point, even though Arkantos would probably not be influenced too heavily by it. Ghess had spared all the time he could to his comrade, he had to secure himself before he was wiped out. Projecting a massive field around himself and rooting the concrete block firmly in place, Orlaan gritted his teeth for the shock wave to come.

Come it did, the massive explosion rocked Ghess' hold on the barrier protecting them from the flames and shrapnel. Orlaans own protective bubble was forced inwards, constricting until it barely fit around the two, but fit it did, and they were not scalded or burnt out. It raged for what seemed like ten seconds, although it was likely considerably shorter in length, the effort was just a little much considering he was already grappling a Wookie. Orlaan rolled off of his prey now, sighing. If he was not unconscious yet, then the tactic would not work anyway; plus that multi-tasking had been no small feat. Orlaan continued the roll and came up into a crouch, one hand on the floor to steady himself and the other on the hilt of his saber at his belt, ready to spring at a moments notice.

'Arkantos, are you ok?' The energy of the explosion still saturated the area, and Orlaan could not feel the other Jedi in the resulting chaos, but he had felt no death either, so things looked pretty decent.

 

[Insoulent]

The firefighting droidekas were still hard at work, as the Jedi moved around them, using their shields for his own protection against the droid's rotating blasts. It straifed along, as Arkantos circled around the droidekas, following his ever move, as he reflected shot after shot. It was a good practice, admittingly, he hadn't use his lightsaber in many weeks, maybe even months now. Still, his movements were good enough to keep him alive for now, and a good reminder on what he needed to work on. But he couldn't keep it up forever.

As the droid stopped to reload it's energy cell, the Jedi quickly moved ontop of a series of crates, not before he felt an intrusion in his mind, as his partner shouted something in his mind. Truthfully, Arkantos had no idea what he meant, but the loud and sudden warning was enough for him, but it seemed Arkantos was too slow. He saw the flashing red light, one he doubted meant anything good for him. Because of the proximity, Arkantos had little time to formulate a defense. He gathered the Force around him, forming a defensive barrier, but it was rather weak, given the short ammount of time he had before the droid exploded. The initial blast would have killed him had he not had the half-strengthened shield around him, but Arkantos' would be lucky to have survived.

The heat and the rest of the blast sent the Jedi flying back in a torrent of extremely hot wind. His body slamming hard into the wall, as pieces of shrapnel and pieces fell from the sky. The bundle of crates he had stood on, now over his body, trapping him under it, as most of his body was now aching in pain. Despite it all, he still had his weaponry, he had a knack for tightening his grip in those types of situations. Still, they would hold no use for him now in his current state. The ringing in his ear from the explosion was still loud, and his vision was blurry, but, it seemed that the Wookiee was at his last straw. The fact he had to resort to such tactics only meant to Arkantos that they had won. No casualties, and a huge tab of damages for Arkantos, which he'd probably have to do a few bounties to repay, he figured he'd throw the blame to the direction of the Wookiee.

As the ringing stopped, he once again heard the voice of Orlaan in his mind, as he groaned loudly to the Jedi, not saying a word. His entire body was in pain, and truthfully, he just didn't want to get up. Not that he could, anyway. "I've been bettered..." he said weakly, as he pushed off a crate that was over his torso. "Take the Wookiee, I'll be fine. Just need some time to patch up my body. Besides, somebody will be coming to check this out, if they find a knocked out Wookiee and a suspected Jedi, well it wouldn't go good for either of us. Take him back to the Order, the quicker you leave, the quicker this will be over with. I'll think of something to tell them." he instructed. He only hoped his partner would listen and not try to stay around and help. While under most circumstances, it'd be the Jedi-thing to stay and aid their companions, times were different.

The Jedi had to hide, and Orlaan and Arkantos knew more than most that their identity as Jedi was to be hidden, especially in a place like Nar Shaddaa. Arkantos was even more in danger, as he had been living amongst the Hutt Cartel as one of their own, if his Jedi identity was found out, he would either be killed, or sold to the Sith to be tortured or killed. Arkantos grunted as he struggled to sit up, pushing the rest of the crates off of him. He turned to see the droidekas now destroyed and the fire raging even more with the aid of the droid's explosion. Arkantos was glad this was just about over. For now, he'd use the Force to revitalize his body. It'd take a short while to get him into walking shape, enough to not limp as he walked. Soon he guessed the rest of the warehouse security would show up, and a few angry businessmen would be yelling into his ear. That was unless he ran off too.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The Wookiee was now in the clutches of the Jedi, his last mission, a failure, though it was from the very start. He had been cautious, and had it been any other bounty hunter, they would have caught them with little more than a scuffle. The Wookiee knew he caused trouble for them, though was doomed either way. Vandar was betrayed by the Jedi, despite his precautions and suspicions.

The dust and debris from the loud explosion finally settled. There was expensive damage to the warehouses and to the droidekas that secured and protected it. Vandar was still alive, thanks to the Jedi who captured him. The one he had lost to before and the one who was just that much stronger than he. What was next for him was imprisonment, that was for sure. Though there was a sliver of hope that he held on to. If the Jedi were tattered, how could they afford to keep him imprisoned? And it was known that they werent into torture of killing, even their captives.

But for now, the Jedi Hunter was forever silenced. The team of Arkantos and Orlaan obviously an overwhelming power and not one to be reckoned with.

/End thread.