Twin Suns, One Relic

[Grenn Tribgog]

Grenn Tribgog awoke from his meditative trance on Tatooine. The only way that he could tell how much time had passed was that the blistering twin suns of this desert world had moved positions in the sky. It seemed it had been a few hours since he had first began to meditate. Good. That meant that whoever had heeded his call should be arriving shortly.

A week ago, rumors of an unearthed Jedi tomb on Tatooine had reached Grenn's ears. The Jedi Consular was somewhat young and eager to please and get his hands on any of the numerous pieces of Jedi history that had been lost during the last war. He still shuddered at the memories of the tortures he had suffered in the Exile prison camp. Apparently, this Jedi and his young pupil had been dispatched to Tatooine to help during a planet-wide plague. Their efforts were not as successful as they might have hoped and they ventured far out into the Dune Sea to see if they could find an antidote in the form of krayt dragon venom. Their speeder unfortunately crashed and they starved to death over the course of weeks, surviving as best they could on rationed water, protein bars, and turning to the Force. However, death comes to all.

Recently, however, an old moisture farmer had uncovered a datapad while doing some surveying deep in the desert. The datapad contained a log of the Jedi and his pupil's journey and revealed that the elder Jedi ended up burying the younger and, while dying made a Holocron of his teachings, including some cryptic reference to a lesson he had learned in the desert. The moisture farmer had sold this information to a Jedi for far less than it was worth and it had attracted the attention of Grenn. Yesterday, he'd sent a call out to all Jedi, revealing that through excavation, bribing locals, and insight, he'd pinpointed that the Jedi tomb - and the Holocron - were buried in a nearby canyon - about a mile south of his position. He had sent his coordinates and would wait a little while for any allies to join him on his quest before embarking to explore the canyon and all of its secrets.

He hoped allies would come. Grenn was not prone to worry but he knew people and if a moisture farmer was willing to sell this information to the Jedi, then he'd no doubt sell to the Exiles and any bounty hunters or mercenaries that might wish to get their hands on such an artifact to sell back to either the Jedi or Exiles at a high markup. Grenn didn't let such things bother him. He had fought in the war so he did not fear Exiles. The suns above were far more irritating than any Dark Side zealot the Exiles could throw at him. He used his upper set of arms to wipe the sweat from his brow and hoped whatever allies that were coming would come soon. His homeplanet was full of jungles and oceans and he did not at all find this climate favorable.

 

[Razor Magnos]

Black markets were always tempting locations to generate revenue, especially for those working in the harsh climates of Tatooine’s unforgiving desert. Rumors surmounted to a lone Jedi being the recipient of such information though others had confirmed that the source of knowledge had also sought out higher bidders. Names of such recipients were never generated and given the wealth of foundation that certain illegitimate organizations utilized, it was likely descended through a chain of command.

Regardless, as the Lamproid made his journey towards the identified coordinates, there were several encampments that appeared deserted. If in fact he was anticipating hostility from aggressive sand communities, several of those locals lay slain. Burnt marks across their torsos, skewered with none other than lightsabers. Yes, someone had ventured out in this direction before the Jedi, and oddly had cleared the way for him. Scattered corpses were not the only clues, speeder trails and footprints leading into the abyssal canyon were secondary but highly suggestive of the dangers that could await…

 

[Grenn Tribgog]

Taking a swig from a flask that he’d purchased from a Tatooine merchant, Grenn made a silent toast to the deceased Sand People as he slithered along down to the canyon. Initially, he’d thought he was more than happy to help collect a Holocron for the good of the fragmented Order - maybe the Holocron held some ancient teaching that could benefit the Order - but now Grenn was feeling less than eager. He certainly didn’t mind fighting Force-users but it certainly wasn’t his favorite task in the world, especially since he was without backup as of now.

Oh, well.

If this is the path the Force laid out for him, who was he to deny. Taking another swig, Grenn was starting to feel really good as he approached the entrance to the canyon. The information said that there was a rock formation that acted as a makeshift Jedi tomb up ahead. Aha! The Lamproid Jedi sported it and rushed forward to unearth it, mindful that others could be watching but unafraid of conflict. He ignited his blade and prepared to block any attack that might come his way as he advanced. Up above the canyon’s walls, he heard the sounds of Sand People war cries. Grenn didn’t believe in omens but they were certainly bad ones.

@Razor Magnos

 

[Razor Magnos]

It was pitch darkness inside the cavern system; for humanoids this would have been quite difficult unless someone was fortunate enough to have the gift of infravision. The Lamproid may have been different, the Exile didn’t really understand the Jedi’s biology and he frankly didn’t care to learn either. As the Knight followed the dark sided user, a series of crackles could be heard along the walls of the canyon. Razor had already beaten the Jedi to the location however it seemed that the both of them had been deceived into believing a Holocron was obtained so easily.

It mattered little, it was still unfortunate that their paths would cross on this eventful night. As the Lamproid sauntered forwards, he could hear the ignition of a saber. In fact, several yards above him to the left, the shimmering glow of a single red weapon was seen along with the presence of its wielder, a strong force channeling of the dark side. “You ventured in here all alone, without any support or assistance, ready to meet certain doom. Admirable, but mistaken..” The Inquisitor stated, before leaping downwards from the rocky platform. Saber clashed with Grenn’s already drawn weapon, a small orb of Force summoned into Razor’s palm as he smashed it outwards, hoping to send the Jedi reeling back from a punishing Force Push.

 

[Grenn Tribgog]

“Can’t say I’m shocked that one so brutal has such sloppy technique.” Grenn taunted meeting Razor’s crimson saber with his own green one. Then, noticing the Force Push that was about to happen, he dashed away with a body that might be surprisingly agile to the Jedi Exile. He then leapt forward agilely, using his hybrid Form I and Form IV style to keep Razor’s saber busy while Grenn used his lower sets of arms to punch at the Exile’s knees and lower torso.

As they fought, the Sand People Grenn had heard earlier were massing at the edge of the canyon walls and began firing down upon the two Force-users. They had regrouped after Razor’s attack and were out for blood. They evidently didn’t make the distinction between the man who had actually attacked their camp and the Jedi who had come only to explore. Their shots were few and scattered for the moment, none of them coming close to hitting yet. However, as more gathered along the walls of the canyon, there was no doubt that some shots would ring more true.

“Give up, why don’t you? I was drinking a delicious local brew that I found much more interesting than toying with you.” Grenn taunted again, using his agility and punches to try and keep Razor from getting an edge.

 

[Razor Magnos]

The exile was batted backwards with the blows from this creature's secondary set of arms. An unfair advantage he thought, how the hell was he suppose to battle something with four hands. Regardless, his hoped his relentless brutality would carry him through. Grenn’s taunt definitely hit on sore wounds, for as strong and brutal as his style was, he had always been critiqued about its delivery and precision. The truth was, he utilized a formidable style of Juyo that relied on his natural and force advantages to overwhelm and batter opponents. He was never interested in being a technical mastermind, though his shortcomings may lead to his downfall in this very scenario.

As he continued to exchange blows with the Lamproid, he caught glimpse of the vengeful sand people raining fire down upon them. He snarled and thought of an ingenious way to kill two birds, one stone. He brought his lightsaber in a circular arc, utilizing force strength to beat back his opponent’s counter, leaving the Lamproid open for a significant blow. He dashed forwards, and bashed his shoulder towards Grenn’s vulnerable torso, hoping to send the creature backwards and into enemy fire. If successful, he would hide behind the Jedi’s larger body, hoping that the Sand people would make short work of his foe.

 

[Kel'th Torr]

AS THE JEDI AND EXILE ENTERED THE CANYON ​

Kel'th Torr was a very conversive type and not much for battle, present currently on the spaceports near enough to this great sand planet, but something gave him reason to come down to the giant sandbox. There was a transmission, a message of some information regarding Jedi teachings and being the sensible type he was, Kel'th Torr could not simply let such information go unseen. All this, from a signal from a fellow Jedi who he had not met before and yet, stories of this Consular had made to his ears once or twice.

The signal, as it went, this diplomat whose heart of gold having heard that a member of the Jedi Order was calling for help on a desert planet, Kel'th Torr would, of course, show up to help, Tatooine was a dangerous place. With his cloak wrapped up in his tummy region this strange looking creature, Kel'th Torr a member of the Amanin race was rolling at high speeds through the sand towards the meeting place. Behind him was a large sand kick up, leaving a cloud of his movement as he closed the distance.

It wasn't long before the Jedi had reached the meeting place and yet, nobody here?. He rolled up onto his short stumpy legs and looked about, footprints, traveling tracks? Kel'th Torr pulled out a piece of paper with his rather large hand and examined it carefully. "Let's, See, Now?" he said in his slow talking manner, closing his eyes after reading the general location of where he was to go. He could sense... conflict.

Kel'th's eyes opened immediately and he took back into his locomotion, spinning fast along the sand and with his speed picking up he rocketed towards the area where he could feel the battle. With the speed he was moving at it wasn't before long that he'd made it to a canyon, electing to get the higher ground he spun fast and traveled up through the narrow rocks and steep places, using his locomotive grip and acting like a large tire to climb. Once he'd reached a certain height Kel'th Torr had exited his form of travel and was now relying on his massively large arms to help climb the side. Meanwhile, the Jedi and the Exile would be battling.

'focus... feel it' Kel'th Torr thought to himself before yanking himself up, the power of the force helping him to gather tremendous height before he flipped over the side of the cliff face and landed on his stumpy legs. Just ahead, not too far out of his sight there were sand people, shooting down at what he guessed was the other Jedi's, Kel'th Torr at this time didn't know about the exile or that there was only one Jedi, thus he sprung to action. Using the force, gathering it, surging it and flourishing the balance within himself he lunged forwards and while mid-air, folded himself back into the tire like the spin that he uses to travel quickly. It wasn't before long that he shortened the distance, the sand people that did notice him began turning saw him heading towards them, thus, they were startled, visibly so.

AND NOW, WITH TIME COMING TOGETHER ​

Just after the Exile had attempted to shoulder into the Jedi, Kel'th Torr was practically steam-training it through the sand towards them, making those who were overly startled flee the seen, they would be back and in more numbers while the ones that remained began opening fire on Kel'th Torr instead. The few that were firing upon the Jedi and the Exile were slightly shocked by this large thing coming towards them and thus, their aim had become much worse.

 

[Narri Emrour]

Boring, Tatooine was a very very boring place. It was her third hour under the suns, and yet she hadn't seen a single living creature since the spaceport. Narri grimaced and dug out her canteen, throwing back the last few swallows as she glared around the landscape. She'd been partially excited when the order came down, happy to have so much open space, eager to experience the defenseless moisture farms firsthand. Except, she hadn't FOUND any such farms, or even any of the infamous Sand People, just sand and rocks, as far as the eye could see. What a miserable day, plodding about in nowhere whilst baking, unable to even free her lekku which were cramped up underneath her armor.

Narri huffed and hurled the now empty canteen as far as she could, starting forward once more towards her destination. She had half a mind to just forget about the artifacts or whatever she was after, except that she was already almost there, literally almost on top of it if the coordinates were correct. And that was when she heard it, slugthrowers? And they were close, very close. Tuning her senses, Narri than became aware of something else that was also close, the force, whispering in her ear that a fellow user was nearby. Breaking into a charge, the Twi'lek covered the last few meters at a run, breaking over the top of sandy ridge to look down onto quite a scene taking place in a canyon. Lightsabers of opposing colors clashing, Tusken's shooting, and.....was that a sentient tire churning towards the fight? No, that couldn't be right. Narri shook her head a moment before taking a better look, it looked like something she'd only seen maybe once before, an Amani.

She stood on the ridge, stunned for a brief moment, by the sheer escalation she'd experienced in the last few moments. But then she grinned, feeling the reassuring weight of her usual arms and armor, perfect. Again she started forward, pulling her lightsaber from her belt as she trotted towards the battle. It was FINALLY time for some fun. ​

 

[Dak Anbu]

Dak fully assumed these coordinates were yet another false flag in his tireless search for relics, artifacts and ancient teachings alike. Knowing the source of the information and the tale of its acquisition he wasn't well sold on its believe ability. But as an emissary it was his duty to follow the leads and see what they uncover, this time it was different though as the last four years Dak had simply been the one to gather the leads scrape together the info and pass it along to a more experienced emissary for recovery. This was to be Dak's first time with the roles reversed as the newer knights had been tasked with the pain staking search for clues to the informations whereabouts leaving Dak to find transportation to the dusty planet where he know traipsed through the desert under the glaring set of twin suns.

Step after step Dak could feel the weight of his own body as he focused in on the datapad before him telling of his proximity to the rough coordinates. The eerily quiet desert whipped some sand up and gusted it against his poncho. Readjusting his face mask, covering only his nose and mouth he tightened it as to keep the sand out before wiping the sand off of the screen of the datapad.
Should be right on top of--
His thoughts interrupted by the strong presence of the force, conflict surrounding the essences and it seemed like there was a few sets he was sensing.
How did anyone else know about this? He thought, quickly shaking his head with a scowl quickly stowing his datapad in the medium sized pouch on his belt. He peered at the canyon for a moment making out several figures converging on the location and what seemed to be lightsabers clashing, in an attempt to make his way to the location visually undetected he spotted several sand people up on the ledges recently taken by surprise in the arrival of something and Dak hoped it was an ally.

Moving to some cover he had followed closer than he thought to some adversary, someone in armor who before his eyes brandished a light saber. Quickly picking up a handful of sand and putting it in an empty pouch Dak stood and announced himself to the humanoid looking armored figure.
"You there, stop! Show yourself." He shouted trying to sense the force in them he rested his hand on the hilt of his saber hanging on his belt. (@Narri Emrour)

 

[Grenn Tribgog]

Grenn Tribgog was feeling less than stellar. While the thug had sloppy style and the two were roughly equal in strength, the Lamproid Jedi was finding the Exile a tough nut to crack. His own acrobatic style with its deliberate strikes kept Razor from striking him but the Exile’s sheer brutality prevented Grenn from finishing the guy off. That coupled with the fact his previous drinking from today and the desert climate meant that Grenn was hot, sweaty, and tired. He assumed that the Human Exile was too but the alcohol-induced dry mouth was not helping matters.

However, just when he thought he’d been able to get a read on his opponent’s simplistic, savage style, Razor surprised him by ramming into him. Actually caught by surprise, Grenn actually let go of his lightsaber and stumbled backwards but his lower set of arms managed to catch the jolt of his green lightsaber before it fell from his grasp completely. Battered and left exposed, Grenn Tribgog readied himself for the hail ofSand People blaster fire that would inevitably accrue once they saw so enticing of a target. But it didn’t come. Oh, a few shots landed lazily around Grenn’s general area but nothing more. He looked up and saw a sight that made his normally ambivalent spirit soar. A Jedi had answered his call!

Mentally taking note of the increase in Dark Side energy he was sensing, Grenn used the Force to blow a wave of sand at Razor’s face, raised his saber hilt and...

Ran away?

Yes, the Lamproid Jedi knew that his Amani Jedi brother might need some assistance against those braver Sand People that hadn’t retreated yet, as well as the influx of Dark Siders that had also arrived in the canyon, in addition to the Jedi.

Using his curious figure, his six arms, and Force-assisted leaps, Grenn was quickly trying to ascend the cliff of the canyon to assist his fellow Jedi. Meanwhile, at the top of the canyon wall, the Sand People that hadn’t run yet were fragmented - one group of four was charging at Kel’th and the Twi’lek Darksider while another stood behind them taking potshots at both with his cycles. The other group consisted of three Sand People who were using their own rifles to try and land shots on Razor.

 

[Razor Magnos]

A single arm came to shield him from the bowl of sand which flew into his face, though it did not prevent it completely. Momentarily grasping to find his location, he was barely able to see the Lamproid retreat upwards. Volley of blaster fire raining down at him, blocked with maneuvers of his saber.

The exile force leaped upwards, twirling into the air as he came upon the same landing as the group of three sand people. Mercilessly, he showed little regard for their lives and hurled his blade towards with deadly precision. It migrated, carried with guidance of the force, severing the heads of his assailants and returning as a boomerang back into its wielder’s grip. Head tilted upwards to study the arrival of a new exile and a Jedi. Looking backwards, he would see the organic tire burrow its way towards their general location. This relic hunt was growing out of hand too quickly, though the girl was pretty and he always had an affinity for Twi’lek. He found their tentacles amusing to say the least.

Force leaping upwards once more, he landed several meters behind Dak Anbu, saber drawn menacingly at the young Knight. “You need not concern yourself with her, but rather with whether you will walk away from this controntation.” His statement cold though laced with a hint of sarcasm. A growing orb of force energy began to amass in his left palm, when he felt it was ready, the exile pushed his left arm outwards in the Jedi’s general direction. The Force push hurled towards his target, attempting to generously shove Dak in Narri’s direction so that the Twi’lek could open with a serious injury.

@Odric @Narsi @Rimrald

 

[Kel'th Torr]

The Amanin was right on their backsides until the overly large arms stretched out of the locomotion, pressing hard on the ground to launch Kel'th Torr hard into the air, spinning and gathering what forces he could, as if a focal point for it. The force, focus it, gather it and feel its balance, channel... Kel'th Torr hit the ground and spun out into his overwhelming eight feet of height while six feet long arms outstretched and acted with the single thought, 'Grab'. At that one point in time as his body came to a halt on his strong stump-like legs, Kel'th targetted the sand peoples weapons, pointing their aim upwards against the sand peoples wills.

"Good, Too, See, you're, Safe!" The Amanin Jedi uttered while focusing the force, each of the sand people on this upper part of the canyon was panicking, their guns were not working facing the right way as if being pulled. The Amani's large arms were slow stirring in the air. "Protect, Me, For, Moment!" His words again, spaced unevenly and yet, their point was across. His arms raising and the long gangly fingers bending in strange patterns, Kel'th Torr closing his eyes as he gripped the force within him and the surrounding. 'Up' Kel'th Torr raised his arms and in doing so, each of the sand peoples guns started slow at first then flew up high into the air, shot upwards by the force until they hit the peak of their ascension, Kel'th Torr shoved his arms forward and open palm thrust his hands, the guns flying off into the canyon floor.

During this time he could not really defend against anyone, relying in good faith on his Jedi friend here. "Kel, Th, Torr, Jedi, Knight." Kel'th Torr lowered his arms, no doubt while there would be an exchange of blows. The sand people that were left alive, thanks to Kel'th Torr's cherishing of all life ran off at a quickened pace shouting their 'OOH OOOH OOOH' as they did. Kel'th Torr's own eyes shifted to look at the scene before him as they opened.

 

[Narri Emrour]

Wow

She'd just arrived and everyone was swarming around her, it was like walking into a cantina, any cantina. Of course, these werent some two bit thugs, they were all fellow force users it seemed, Exile and Jedi both. More importantly however, there were MORE Jedi around than she'd expected, with one being right next her and the other two nearby and coming closer. Her ally was close too, haiving apparently dashed the distance to place himself nearby, apparently to protect her. Cute, but unecessary, Narri was more than able to take care of herself. She'd have honestly preferred it if he'd stayed away and distracted the other Jedi rather than group up like this.

Ah well, nothing to do about it now, except make things a lot less dangerous for herself. To that end, she suddenly hopped away from the offending Jedi who'd just shouted at her adn the canyon, carefully making sure everyone was in sight with her back to the empty desert behind her. As she did so, she grabbed one of her 4-C blasters from her belt with her left hand, keeping a firm hold on her lightsaber with her right. Doing this revealed several things, her ally trying to blast the Jedi with the force, and the Tusken's getting scared off, neat. Oh, and it showed the weird monstrous Jedi was apparently on his way over, and it was really disturbing too.

She really had to resist a taking a shot at that...thing, instead mentally shrugging and instead firing a choice shot at the man who'd so rudely shouted at her. She aimed at the chest, right as her allys force push would impact, hoping the sudden impact would prevent casual deflection, especially with only around four meters between them. She stayed on her toes though, ready for whatever came, whomever it came from. ​

 

[Dak Anbu]

Seeing his fellow Jedi making quick work of the sand people firing into the canyon, Dak caught the arrival of the second light side user as he emerged from the canyon presuming he would be followed by his adversary Dak readied his weapon taking if from his belt and igniting the purple blade holding it horizontally and above his head as it crackled to life contrasting from the bleak desert.

As expected the darkly robed and ominous figure emerged from the canyon as well but to his disdain had landed to Dak's rear. Pivoting his body to keep eyes on both assailants he put his back to the open desert and faced the canyon saber readied in defense but he observed the man forming an attack and could feel the dark side surging around him with the intent of attack also confirmed by his words. “You need not concern yourself with her, but rather with whether you will walk away from this confrontation.”

Not only was the mans attack focused on Dak but the armored figure he had intended to identify caught Dak's attention as out of the peripheral of his left eye the crimson blade was produced followed by the crack of a blaster firing. In the current circumstance Dak had no other reason than to believe the attack was also directed at him the two on one situation would've been his move as well.

With roughly four meters between the armored woman and roughly five meters between Dak and the robed figure and attacks incoming from both sides he could only think of one defense to keep him in one piece for the ensuing moments. Channeling the force Dak allowed himself access to his normally segregated and repressed emotional connections, knowing that allowing them to seep into his mind on the daily basis brought him in contact with the dark side. But his form of combative being Juyo meant the user had to allow these exact things to be incorporated into the fighters style allowing him to be deadly and strike with savage intent.

Quickly raising a force barrier with his right hand in an attempt to negate the incoming force based attack due to the strength and distance he figured that given the right amount of strength channeled into his defense only needing to be raised momentarily would render the attack mitigated. At the same time he turned his head towards the armored figure confirming the blaster fire was aimed at him; lowering his saber from above his head to his chest level on his left side hoping to deflect the round. Without intention of accuracy he simply hoped to catch the round with his armored arms if his saber hadn't been quick enough to deflect the attack.

 

[Finn Mercado]

Tatooine sucks.

That was the only thing going through Finn's head as he plodded along, each footstep making an impression in the dry sand. Thousands of people have walked these sands, and none of their steps remained. In minutes, his mark on this planet would be gone too. It would almost be a poetic metaphor, if he gave even the slightest shit about poetry.

He didn't, though.

His HUD displayed the temperature in nice red letters, but he didn't care about the numeric degree. To him, it only read HOT. His personal armor helped wick away most of the moisture on his body, but he was still sweating bullets in the heat. On and on he went, checking his datapad every now and then to ensure he was going the right way. It was difficult to orienteer in an empty expanse like the desert of Tatooine, but he wasn't far off. A mile, maybe more, maybe less. He was going to be there eventually. Just one foot after the other.

He'd gotten a tip from a local moisture farmer back about some kind of Jedi artifact or whatever -- it didn't matter to him -- and, after some smooth persuasion in the form of credits, gave Finn the coordinates to its location. It was in a canyon, some ways off, buried in a makeshift tomb. Again, he didn't really care. He followed his gut, and his gut was usually right. He knew that some of those lightsaber-wielding idiots would be out hunting down some books they'd like to read or some kind of ancient, magical stick, or some other stupid relic, and wherever there were ancient voodoo trinkets, there would be lightsabers.

And where there were lightsabers, there was an opportunity for a very lucrative adventure.

As he walked, the sounds of battle became more apparent. Finding that the noise of combat was typically indicative of activity between two major parties, Finn picked up his pace until the melee and its combatants were in sight. One, two – three good Jedi, it looked like – duking it out with two bad Jedi. With lightsabers. Kriff, it’s like they wanted to be hunted. Hell, he might not even have to take most of them out. He rolled the idea around in his head, chewing on the thought of waiting until the right time to start picking them off. Nearby was a small rock formation, maybe 100 meters off from the fighters. Finn bounded to the safety of the rocks and unslung his XGR-1 rifle, taking cover. The rocks were maybe two meters at their peak – perfect for the 5’9” Finn Mercado – and fairly bulky. He was pretty safe behind them, in his professional opinion.

Finn was cognizant enough of ambushes to rub various shades of the brown sand and dirt onto his otherwise matte grey armor before he went out on the trek, so as to help him blend in slightly better with his surroundings. Ideally, he’d be pretty difficult to spot 100 meters away, especially with the glare of the twin suns above and the haze produced by the heat. Luckily for him, the glass in his helmet was polarized, which allowed for him to not be bothered by the horizontal glare of the sun on the sand.

Getting into a prone position between the two rocks, with the left side of his body covered – except his head and right arm – due to his right-handedness, Finn watched the fight with interest, eager to see who would cut down who and when the ideal time for him to strike would be. At a cursory glance, he would just look like part of the rocks.

 

[Galen Ozwares]

What was this bounty hunter thinking? Did he think he was unseen, laying there between the rocks? Slowly Galen aproached the man from behind, sneaking as close as he dared to. The young mans brown cloak was full with sand, and he was tired of the long marsh. He listend to the fight in the far, as the tree Jedi engaged with two exiles. "How are you friend, how come that you wander through such a desolate place?" Surly the bounty hunter must think that he was a Jedi, as the Jedi would... and the Exiles. But that was none of his concern right now. Now that he had blown his cover on purpose he stood behind the man. His lightsaber was already in his hand, if things got serious. luckily no one would notice it if he had to use it, as the stones prohibited the view upon him.

 

[Razor Magnos]

The inquisitor continued to hold his red saber towards the Jedi, casually glancing as his force push was deflected and studying Narri’s moves to predict how she would dispose of this wretched threat. However the continued aggression of the Jedi on the platforms below them did not identify a favorable situation for their engagement. At the very best, it would be him and the Twi’lek in an even fight against the two opponents, not entirely sure on where the Lamproid’s presence was, knowing that his force signature was fading as the creature ascended on the conclave below them.

He reached out with the force, contacting his comrade before suddenly force leaping off the canyon cliff. A back flip in air, he soared down to the second platform, landing with a thud several meters behind Kel’th Torr. If the Amanin would turn to look upon the exile, Razor simply curtsied a bow towards him and disengaged the lightsaber. “Till next time, dear Jedi...” He smirked as he broke out in full sprint into a path of darkness, exiting in the same manner in which he had arrived, through a secondary exit on the eastern side of the cavern.

/ exit thread

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

Davik was nervous, which didn't exactly help the impulse control of his trigger finger when he walked up behind the exile who had just announced his presence to the other cartel hunter. He was considering to say something about cartel hunters never hunting alone, but that would betray his presence there and in his current state he'd probably put a couple of bolts in the Jedi if the latter quickly turned or something. Unlike his usual gear, today Davik was outfitted with a DGV-1 rifle, which for the moment was set for close to medium range on account of the Force-user about twenty meters in front of him. A collapsible vibro-sword was attached to his belt and his usual hold-out blaster was easily accessibly holstered on his chest (for which Xianna gave him the idea when he peeked at her cleavage) where it didn't fall out of tune with the sand-colored K6 light armor (with helmet this time).

Much unlike the Jedi in front of him and his rash action, for he knew from the brown robes of the man that he was a Jedi, Davik hadn't come to this particular rock formation in his lonesome and was sure not to get noticed so easily. Just take careful aim, he reminded himself, aiming the DGV-1 rifle at the Jedi's backside from a kneeling position that hid him from view among the sands. something the color of his armor surely helped with as well. Breathe in, then breathe out three-quarters...surprise yourself with the shot..

 

[Tage Mak]

This must have been Tage’s birthday.

All the commotion about sabers and fighting had drawn up enough of ruckus to get the attention of any bounty hunter in the area. It was like the scent of blood in the air, with the hounds gathering to feast. Tage was no different. He had originally arrived to take part in some spice deals, but he was quickly making his way over to some canyon area where apparently there was a showdown with idiots waving their sabers around. This was just what Tage loved about Force users. They simply could not resist showing off their glowsticks, and he was very happy to pluck it from their cold, dead hands. He was also perfectly happy to let them go if they were to relinquish their sabers. Unless they were on a bounty board, he didn’t care about the people wielding sabers.

As he came up on the fight, he didn’t make too much of an effort to hide himself. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of everyone in the area. His was fully kitted in his armor, pistol already drawn. He knew everyone else was too busy with their little battle to pay him much attention. Tage all but casually strolled up towards what he presumed to be an Exile woman (@Narsi ) who was in the process of shooting another Jedi. Tage looked all around him to ensure no creepy Exiles were conveniently there to jump him before training his pistol on the woman. Did he really need to kill her? Probably not. Maybe she would be nice and hand her saber over.

For now, Tage didn’t make a move, temporarily staring at the twi’lek’s ass. May as well have a nice show before he popped her head off, right? That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t be immediately ready in case some other mook decided to turn on him. He had been around enough leaping idiots with sabers to know they couldn’t resist a chance to show off. As a result, his left hand already had a vibrosword drawn to stab a bitch.

 

[Zaq Alphax]

Bounty hunter extraordinaire and gun aficionado Zaq Alphax lit a cigarra in the comfort of his own ship as he maneuvered it to a smooth landing on the sandy floor of the canyon, in front of a small exit. Everyone and their mothers had heard about the big fight going in between Jedi and Exiles, and all Zaq needed to hear was "lightsaber" before he tore out of the cantina and into his ship. He'd brought his usual arsenal with him ((see profile for details)).

It had been a relatively short ride from the nearest city, and he had just gotten comfortable. The ship hissed as the doors opened, and he got out of his chair with a huff. About 20 meters away from the ship, two bounty hunters were fighting a Twi'lek by the looks of it, so he wandered over. There's strength in numbers.

He brought out his R-18 and pointed the massive gun square on the woman.

"Alright, partner, party time's over. Slide that glow stick of yours over to us and ye'll make it out in one piece, scout's honor. Any funny business or acrobatics and ye'll find yourself splattered all over that wall behind you faster than ye can say 'Kriff'."

@Narsi
@Sreeya