The New Girl

[Emma Lou]

Lysa DeLindo, aka Kylina Solo, sat at the bar sipping a rare ale. She had not left Coruscant since the battle had ended and she really did not want to. Jyris had disappeared, but she knew he would return eventually. She took her drink and found a back booth in the shadows.

Only one Sith knew about her declaring herself rogue and she could only hope Ren would not come after her. She now sat in silence and darkness waiting for someone to stumble across her and return her to the light side.

Of course, she did not think that would happen since not many Jedi frequented Coruscant anymore.

 

[jediduncan]

Aramis barged in the front door and took a step inside. His lightsabers were ignited and he was waving them around wildly. A Duros a few feet away stood up, startled, and his head was cleanly removed. It would've been comical if it wasn't so disgusting. Aramis chuckled a bit as blood spurted on the Duros' friend. A few people screamed, some others hid but most just stood there, petrified. The three bouncers on duty and the bartender drew their weapons. What the hell was going on here?

As it turned out, Aramis originally had no idea there was a rogue Force User in the bar. The faint tingling in the back of his head that told him there was another Force User in the vicinity was lost in his blood lust and rampaging fury. Why, you may ask, did a Sith like Aramis come to Coruscant just to slaughter a random room full of people? Well back at the Sith Academy, there had been a little bit of a wager going around about how many people a single person could kill in one day. Someone had dared question how many people Aramis could kill. After swiftly taking the man's life, Korr had come to the most populated planet in the galaxy to prove just how many men, women, children and freak aliens he COULD kill in a day.

 

[Phil]

The Cyborg was in the same bar, keeping his presence as hidden as possible. Under his hood, the normal yellow eyes on his metal face were now a slight mix of yellow and red. He had no glasses on his table in the dark corner, as he was not here for drinks. He was with no one, as he had no friends and intended to keep it that way. He had contacts, and that was all he needed to get back here to Coruscant.

Before he could act, someone barged into the bar, lightsabers drawn. He still had his old Lightsaber, but only he knew of its existence. He never used it, always prefering his blasters and his normal blades in a fight. He watched the Man weilding lightsabers from a distance, not saying a word.

 

[Emma Lou]

Kylina felt like she was in a conflict with herself rather then this murdering Sith. Half of her wanted to fight him, but the other half, the smart half, wanted to stay in the shadows. She did not need the whole Sith Empire to know of her traitorous ways.

 

[Imperator]

Kira had just come to Coruscant to see the massive city planet and was now enjoying one of it's many bars when suddenly some crazed lunatic came in and began killing people. Naturally, Kira new that something had to be done. As a result of this train of thought she jumped from behind her table and used some rather acrobatic moves to quickly close enough distance to try and engage the crazed lunatic man.

 

[jediduncan]

One of the civilians thought themself a hero and stood before him in addition to the bouncers and barkeep. It'd just make it easier for Korr to kill them all. The employees fired at Aramis in unison, four blasts of energy hurling towards him. Aramis, being a trained fighter, of course knew they were coming and sidestepped two of them while batting away the other and directing it at the bartender. The fourth shot was simply way off. The reflected bolt grazed the bartender's ear, but wasn't a major wound.

In retaliation, Aramis hurled one of his lightsabers at one of the closer bouncers. He tried to deflect it with his hands, which was stupid, and managed to get himself skewered. The saber flew through the air and returned to him swiftly and he caught the handle with great skill. Meanwhile two more shots were fired and Aramis ducked below them as if he knew they were coming. His skill in battle was considerable, and such morons would clearly not stand a chance against him firing their little toys at the Sith such.

 

[Raider]

*The reflected blaster bolt that had just grazed the barman's ear did cause a fatality in the form of shattering the glass of ale that Jarair Karen had just received. Now there were three things Jarair liked most in this galaxy: women, ale, and fighting and he had suddenly been deprived of ale and already short on his supply of women. Which naturally left him only one alternative.*
*The fully armed Mandalorian Merc rose from his seat. Drawing old fashion slug pistols as he did and took carefully aim at the mad Sith who'd ruin a good night of drinking and opened fire. Unloading the eight round magazines of each pistol on the Sith with the practiced skill of an expert marksmen.*

 

[jediduncan]

The ancient slugthrower was loud and inefficient. Aramis recognized the distinctive sound of the gun and instinctively flattened himself to the ground with unnatural speed. The shots whizzed overhead, as did a few of the bartender's, and Aramis remained unscathed. He couldn't keep dodging bullets forever, however, so it was time to change tactics. First thing was first, and that was these guns. Aramis dropped his lightsaber hilts, letting them disignite and letting them swing on the chains that attatched them to his wrist.

As he got into the crouching position, he kicked a table over in front of him, giving him a little bit of cover from fire. Then it was a simple matter of calling upon the Force to knock their guns from their hands. He sent a Force Pull at the blasters of the remaining four of them, trying to wrest their weapons. Two of them, the bartender's and one of the bouncer's, were hardly in their grasp at all, and the came flying out at Aramis with great Force. He caught them each by the barrel as if he had practiced the technique, then dropped down behind cover, slipping the guns into an easier shooting position. The other bouncer couldn't hold onto his gun either, as Aramis heard the clank of it hitting the table. The fate of the two slugthrowers the merc had, however, was unknown to him yet.

 

[Phil]

"Grenades would work well against the Saber Weilding Thug. It might even take out a few innocent bystanders. They are not inportant, and the Explosions would be much more effective then your Blasters."

"Of course you could, but what else could happen? The explosions could possibly spark something and bring a part of the Cantina down. You could strike him from behind with your blades while he is distracted."

The voices rang about in his head, his eye lenses changing constantly as the spoke. He would not act, not yet. As much as he despised Sith, which is what he could guess what this man was, he knew better then to just pick a fight with one. If he would fight him, it would have to be a good reason. Both his blasters and blades were ready as he watched the fight continue inside the Cantina.

 

[Raider]

*With electro-magnetic guns and gloves the best the Sith was yank and throw off his aim. However Jarair could see the Sith was far to skilled to just get shot. He'd have to do something unexpected.*
*Putting away the slug pistols he grapped a flash-bang and threw it behind the over-turned the Sith was using for cover. It exploded a soon as hit the floor and unles he was highly mistaken. Had blinded the Sith, unslinging his blaster rifle from his back his opened fire. Putting numerous blaster bolts threw the table and, hopefully, the Sith behind it.*

 

[jediduncan]

The flashbang had struck true, and Aramis's sight had been rendered useless for a brief period. But sight was merely a blinder for a Force-User such as Aramis; in all possibility, "seeing" through the Force gave him truer awareness of his surroundings. So it should come as no surprise when he sensed the shots coming and rolled to the side to avoid danger. Of course, no man can dodge bullets forever, and one managed to clip Korr in the leg. Instead of slowing him down, however, the pain seemed to fuel him with an inner fury, and he sent the table flying towards Jarair with a Force Push. That should keep him busy for a second.

Next was to get new cover, and for this, Aramis gritted through the pain and jumped over a couch into a nearby booth. He was now situated between a table and a chair, providing him with very good cover. Next was to take care of the useless saps still trying to fight him. The bouncer was racing to grab his gun and the other was drawing a sword. Aramis ended them both with a Drain Life, healing his wounded leg and destroying them utterly in the process. All that was left was hardly a scratch.

 

[Raider]

*Jarair was forced into a diving roll to one side to avoid from being smashed against to wall by the flying table. He was back on his feet in time to see the bouncer and another man consumed by the Sith's magic attack. Fuck. All he had wanted was a fricken drink. This Force-feeder was definitely not leaving alive. Whoosh went his wrist mounted flamethrower as he attempted to burn the Sith out from behind his cover.*

 

[jediduncan]

Aramis ducked below the bench before the jet of flame could reach his face. It scorched the back of the bench and weakened the framework pretty badly; clearly this bench wasn't going to take much more. Aramis dove out of the bench, rolled, and stood up cleanly in one motion. The whole thing hardly took a full second. Now he could press the attack in earnest.

Before he could have the flamethrower turned on him, Aramis sent a mild Force Push at the merc; it wasn't enough to knock him off his feet and send him flying, but it was enough to get him off-balance, with any luck. Immediately afterward, Korr fired the rifles he'd commandeered from the staff, sending a total of ten shots aimed towards Jarair's general direction.

 

[Cailst]

Given that some rebel group had recently taken over Coruscant, Hayvan decided to visit the city planet. The change was noticeable from the days that he had been there when the republic was in charge. However, he could take it and decided to take a sip of some ale as he was immune to its powers. He did hide his force signature as he knew some sith would likely remain.

In the bar he did notice some crazy sith attacking people and after watching much of the fight, he threw an Ion grenade into the mix right behind the sith.

 

[Phil]

"There's your chance! All of the fools fighting in the fray, as well as the Sith who decided to slaughter for enjoyment. What have the Sith ever do for you? Nothing, they made you the machine you are now! Kill them all so there taint shall be cleansed from this planet!"

He couldent hear what Beth was saying, as her words were being drowned out by the Dark One's words, but he made sense. Not only would he be ridding of one Sith from the Galaxy, he could aquire the Lightsaber he weilded. Not saying a word, he stood up, his eye lenses now red as he pulled out one Blaster, aiming it at a pipe line in the ceiling, one of them going across the fighters. He aimed his blaster at the pipe and fired two shots.

They ruptured the area of the impact as the pipes began to spew out hot steam and other smog. As this distracted them, he secretly pulled out two normal frag grenades from his coat and tossed them towards his foes as he dove behind a table that was already kicked over, not caring if anyone else got caught in the explosion.

 

[jediduncan]

As the ion grenade flew his direction, Aramis sensed the danger, caught a glimpse of the projectile, and instinctively dove out of the way. The grenade caught him on his legs and gave him an unpleasant little tingling up through his spine... but not much else. The blue energy caused by an ion grenade was hardly harmful to a human and only really caused damage to droids. There was a stroke of luck for Korr.

Then the smoke started pouring into the room, and Aramis began to try to evade it so as to be able to see clearly, running away from it as he could. The frag grenades were thrown blindly into smoke where Aramis used to be and detonated not even close to Aramis's position. But it was clear that a bar such as this one would not contain this fight any longer.

Using the blinding effects of the smoke to his advantage, Aramis used Force Speed and hastened outside, using his keen Force senses to guide him to the door. Once he was outside, he ignited his lightsabers and waited about fifteen yards from the door to see who would even notice he'd left and then to engage whoever did come out. He didn't think anyone had seen him leave, so hopefully they'd continue to fire blindly through the smoke... but just in case some hero decided to come outside and engage him, he was ready.

 

[Raider]

*Jarair stumbled backward, as if someone had violently pushed him in the chest. He was quick to recover his balance, just as the first of the shots reached him. The Sith hadn't taken the time to aim and had just fired ten shots in his general direction. Seven of them missed outright; one bounced clean off his armored chest; another grazed the side of his helmet, burning a line on the helmet's left side. The last and tenth shot smashed through the armor plating on his leg.*
*His teeth gritted with pain. He was going to be feeling that torromow, but his training, discipline, and outright adrenaline would keep the pain from affecting him during this fight. The smoke had limited his field of vision, so he remained were he was, croaching to make himself a smaller target until the smoke cleared so he could get a fix on the Sith.*

OOC: I know you left the bar.

 

[Phil]

The Smoke began to pourout of the bar, but through the smoke, Mulluns's sensorson his "Face" could make out that a heat signature or two went outside. Knowing it wouldent be good to face this man upclose yet, he pulledout a couple more Grenades. Except this time, he primed them, waited a coupleseconds, and then tossed them out through the smoke and into the outside. He remained behind his table that he was using for cover, just incase anyone was going to take shots at him, though he knew it wouldent help against any attacks from The Force.

 

[Antlion]

Bod the Ithorian watched with considerable unease. His fingers were snapped shut over his vibrodagger, just incase. He wasn't planning on joining in on the violence, but he was definately going to watch - this could make a good story! Perhaps change the circumstances around a bit; change people's races; oh, that was good!

Bod blinked. He watched Aramis intently, while at the same time trying to remain inconspicuous. Probably not to much avail. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Maybe I should go..." He mumbled to himself. He didn't. He stayed put, and watched the scenario unfold. He wondered how many would leave the cantina to fight the crazy crook.

 

[Sir Dakar]

Not many would leave the cantina probably, mostly becasue nobody would want to fight a crazed sith and the others that were shooting at him. Smoke was now billowing out from the cantina door, not from a fire inside but from a smoke grenade that got thrown. Obviously somebody wanted to get into the fray, claiming a piece of the kill for themselves. It was of no concern for Severino.

Stepping through the smoke as it was nothing, he headed over to the bar and sat down next to a younger female, who seemed like she was trying to hide inside of herself.

"Water please" he said as the barkeeper glanced towards his direction, placing his order. It was odd one would say that he paid no attention to the fighting that was going on around him, he only ever looked at the datapad that was laying on the counter in front of him, brushing up on the events of the world.