Twin Suns, One Relic

[Tavek Aldir]

Commotion and chaos as far as the eye could see and the senses could reach. Boy, these Jedi relics sure did kick up a fuss, didn't they? Tavek had made his way into a canyon cave from a ledge near the top several hours earlier and was perusing through them, searching for something of value when the sounds of sabers, gunfire, and the distinct feelings of battle reached his ears and mind.

Of course, being in a cave, the echoes of the sound were a smidgeon deceptive and it had taken the Exile some time to actually find his way to the cave exit he wanted. When he did, he was shocked by how chaotic everything was. Saber blades of every color mixed with gunshots from Tuskens and bounty hunters. Tavek actually smirked, saber hilt in hand as he stood there watching for a moment. Surely there was some target best to pick here.

With his back to the cave that (after his extensive exploration) he was sure was empty of any people or artifacts, he watched the battle, lighting up his saber and not particularly attempting to hide his presence. He looked up the few meters to the top of the canyon from his ledge and watched for the moment to strike at the Jedi (preferably). As he did so, he saw another Exile do some fancy leaps and jumps deeper into the canyon from his ledge and Tavek's eyebrow rose.

He saw a really weird looking Jedi (@Fantasy Liver) scrambling out of the cave and pulled the Force to himself, preparing to pull the Jedi back down to the ledge he was on, but not seizing him quite yet.

 

[Grenn Tribgog]

Grenn was almost upon his fellow Jedi and his attackers when he was pulled by a Force-user from the ledge he’d been standing on. Attempting to hold on seemed to not be working so the Lamproid Jedi Consular spun around in the air and tried to make the best of a bad situation. As he fell to a lower canyon ledge than he’d been on before, Grenn reached out with the Force to give a slight push towards the canyon ledge that the Exile was perched on. The small shockwave would hopefully send the Exile reeling for long enough for Grenn to find his footing and press his attack. Once he’d landed, Grenn would ignite his green saber again and advance. His Form IV would be no good on such a small platform so he’d rely on his impressive strength afforded to him by his biology and his reliable Form I techniques to try and advance forward to knock this interfering Exile (@Tavek Aldir ) off the ledge and into the canyon below. In the meantime, he’d use his lower sets of arms to punch and claw at the Exile’s exposed lower torso, groin, and ankles.

While Grenn was one to go with the flow and didn’t mind putting the hurt on Exiles, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this whole journey wasn’t quite worth it - the blasted thing wasn’t even here! He’d much rather be back in that cantina. He couldn’t wait for this fight to finish so he could go back to his flask. Of course, if the fight ended up with him defeated, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He had a pet theory that becoming one with the Force was like entering an eternal state of the perfect amount of drunkenness.

 

[Kel'th Torr]

Damn, now of all times. He looked around for a moment while the Hutt Cartel showed up, Grenn was about to be thrown into the canyon but most of all, the worst had come to be... Kel'th Torr seemed to have misplaced his favorite cloak?. If these cartels were here it's safe to assume that others were nearby, the strength of the dark side was around him just as the light but to add criminals into the mix, Kel'th Torr wished he was back in the meeting room with the old farts. If biology allowed him to roll his eyes, Kel'th probably would have and as Grenn descended into the canyon in a strange primal fighting style, Kel'th Torr figured it would be best to follow along in his focused state.

Right about the moment, the large cliff face was starting to shake, Kel'th Torr lifted a great deal of sand around him fast into the air and immediately rolled back and off the side of the canyon onto the ledge while using the sand to hide his roll, his large arms like a spring caught him as he fell, rolling onto his large stumpy legs. His eyes shifted to Green amidst his battle with the exile, yet another one it seemed that he hadn't noticed before. This was beginning to be a bother to the Amani Jedi, should he help Grenn in his battle or should he not. He wasn't in a position to help Dak, the other Jedi and with the presence of criminals, it would be best to make a getaway through the cave that the exile had come through. Kel'th Torr got an idea at this point, reaching forwards with his hands he figured out a way to help Grenn, projecting his control and manipulation, going to a high level of concentration in order to assist. He was charging up for something in a way, gathering what force energies he could with the intention of shifting the odds into Grenn's favour.

 

[Narri Emrour]

Narri suddenly couldn't help but shiver, a cold chill running down her spine. This kind of reaction, on a planet where cold chills were basically nonexistent, it could only mean one thing. SOMEONE WAS SEXUALLY OBJECTIFYING HER. Stiffening in indignation, the Twi'lek abruptly broke off her attack on the Jedi to level a glare at her surroundings. Just who in the galaxy had the---oh, Narri froze as she finally took notice of the two individuals who'd somehow gotten so close.

One, the one with the roaming eyes, had a blaster, and the other a rifle, pointed at her. Usually, she wouldn't give a crap, but these two, they seemed somewhat dangerous, and really creepy. Great, now it really was just like a Cantina, at least Jedi could be trusted to keep their eyes to themselves. Narri also made sure to keep an eye on the Jedi in case he decided to try something. As for what they wanted, Narri didn't even need to guess, her lightsaber, and there were probably other thugs either on there way or already there....stupid bounty. Sighing, Narri looked at the two of them and then made eye contact with the stalker guy who had a pistol. Focusing her thoughts, the Twi'lek let the force lift her thoughts to the stalker man, a short message, whilst the rifle dude blathered on about stuff they all already knew.

"Lightsaber's yours, ship too, catch"

She didn't want to give it up, really, but in all honesty, it was something she'd gotten mostly by chance. Heck, she'd never even personally attuned the thing, and she didn't wanna fight off a horde of money grubbers. As for why she'd chosen the staring guy, he was the one who wasn't openly pointing a weapon at her. Holding the wanted weapon up for them to see, slowly she went into an underhand tossing motion, except as she did so, she gathered energy in the same palm. And when she underhanded the weapon, k to the two thugs, she also used the motion to channel the force into a violent shove on the rifle guy, a sudden invisible push that would knock his weapon away and send him staggering backwards. She made sure to stay ready throughout these motions, in case they decided on a sudden one eighty or the nearby Jedi developed a sudden death wish.

 

[Dak Anbu]

In the few minutes Dak had revealed himself to the present exile company he had been engaged by the duo, the thing that made truly worried though was the ship that had entered the playing field along with the duo of bounty hunters.

Deflecting the blaster bolt into the sand Dak readied to make a strike towards the man who attempted to ambush him all whilst his ally that had been upon the ridge retreated seemingly to engage another adversary? Or was he just turning tale to run like the cowardly exile; although Dak lived by the Jedi code he was first instilled with the teachings of the Mandalorian ways during his formative child years and an enemy who flees in such a way deserves nothing more than a cowards death.

Thinking quickly as the bounty hunters jabbered and his ally kicked up a plume of sand to cover his retreat Dak knew this was his chance to remove himself from the unfavorable circumstance he was amidst. The exile on his right made into the air in a poetic motion and began to arc into a back flip; NOW his brain screeched NOW NOW NOW.

His blood began to boil his fuse was burning his feelings emotions and control all unhinged, not only was his combative form of Juyo responsible for this but an observant force user could tell he was teetering on losing control. Between his allies fleeing and his adversary not fighting him in honorable fashion Dak knew what to do.

Racing forward to gain momentum he took three steps while torquing his body back and to the left, his saber still at chest level but trailing in his left hand. Winding up for a throw filled with disgust, distain and uncontrollable anger; on his third step he planted his right foot forwards and began to whip his left arm forward feeling like coming close to dislocating his shoulder Dak rocketed his saber into the air and at the man who was nearing the apex of his back flip. His head would be to the canyon and unless he was a galactic class acrobat or a master of the force to sense the saber it would connect by Dak's every estimation, aimed at his mid section the intent of which to cut through the man like a well.. saber through an unarmored opponent ending the mans conscious existence or causing massive amounts of trauma to his midsection. Dak's brain wasn't much for metaphors right now as he focused to guide his blade to the target; moving quickly for the edge of the canyon being that it was no more than a meter away at this point he would ground slide over it to lower himself onto the shelf below, attempting to plant his landing whilst keeping his eyes on the target but also keeping aware for anyone who might be following him or engaging him at the new lower location.

(@Faded Truth)

 

[Finn Mercado]

Thwp. Thwp.

Two shots -- a controlled pair -- flew towards his target's chest 100 meters down range. Thirty-five meters per second per bolt, one hundred meters. Three seconds time to impact, give or take. His shots came during the natural pause in his heartbeat after a full exhale. It was perfect, just like at the range. He had to pick a target that wouldn’t be moving; a target that was not flipping around like those damn bastards with glowsticks; a target that would not know he was there.

It was gonna be that dumb bastard (@Tage Mak ) stealing his glowsticks.

The situation down by the canyon had degenerated into a chaotic situation one could aptly describe as FUBAR. Bad guys flipping around, lizard dudes kicking up sand, that other guy sliding down into the canyon like a moron after throwing his lightsaber. It was hard to keep track of. All except the two dudes down there taking his prize.

His bounty. The one he walked kriff-knows-how-long through the desert to find. By the Force, he was going to get his million credits if it was the last thing he would do. The guy who rolled up in his ship, he did not look like a threat, judging by the way that skinny Twi’lek schutta brushed him off before tossing her saber to the other bastard. She just pushed him back like he was nothing more than paper in the wind. The other guy stood there, his entire presence just taunting Finn, just waiting to get shot. The rifle guy being moved even more out of the line of fire was a boon.

Honestly, Finn was kind of bothered. He was hurt. Hurt that there were more than just him who wanted that sweet, sweet prize just waiting to be claimed. Did he know the guys down there? Nope. Didn’t need to. All it took was them rolling up on his bounty like that, just taking credits from under his nose, for him to get pissed. He’d planned so carefully, too, and all it took was two dudes just asking for the damned thing. The galaxy sucked, sometimes.

Oh well. Hopefully his shots would hit. Or at least scare the guy away and force him to only steal a million credits versus the other five down there.

“-wander through such a desolate place?” was all he heard before rolling over onto his back, rifle poised at the man’s chest. Who the kriff was this guy? Where did he come from? What was he doing? A million questions ran through Finn’s mind at once. Then he noticed what the stranger was wearing. He had on a set of brown Jedi robes, had a Jedi lightsaber in his hand, and spoke in that annoying, preachy, Jedi tone of voice. Kriff.

Behind him was some other idiot, but not one of this guy's Jedi pals. The mysterious stranger had his rifle trained on the newcomer’s back, and it seemed like he was here to help. Sweet. Finn flicked his eyes back and forth between the two, his face concealed by his helmet, before he decided to speak up and stall this moron long enough for him to get a magazine's-worth of bolts to the back.

“…Yeah, hi… Pal.” His words were laced with venom, but had no discernible threat towards the guy. After all, he was just some armored buffoon on his back; this guy was a Jedi. There was no reason for there to be a confrontation. “I was out… Strollin’ through the desert. Found those idiots back there,” he said, giving a curt nod towards the canyon. “Thought I’d, uh, do some hunting, y’know?” He kept his rifle trained on the Jedi, finger resting lightly on the trigger. “Collect on that... bounty they got on lightsabers...” His voice trailed off a little, knowing that this peace-loving monk would rather talk than fight. He squeezed the trigger twice, not bothering to aim anywhere but his chest, since he was so close. With the short distance between the two, there would be no reasonable way for him to block his bolts and attack before Finn could shoot more, so he hoped this stranger would take the cue to help out.

He chuckled a bit in his head. Six million credits, now. It was like his frickin’ birthday or something.

 

[Galen Ozwares]

The bounty hunter just ignored him and fired into the direction of the fighters. So Galen sighed and took his sword in both hands and activated it. The blade immediately ignited directly into the bounty hunter's back as he was firing his second shot. As he was too busy aiming and focusing on his target below, there was no way for him to avoid the saber through his torso. At the same time, he was aware of another bounty hunter and was ready to use the Force if he tried anything, hopefully he would not need to: "What a pity you did not listen, I would have made you a rich, rich man"

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

To say Davik had been nervous was to be correct and it had an averse effect on the impulse control of his trigger finger. So when the man who lay in the sands behind the brown-robed Jedi suddenly fired his rifle and the Jedi ignited his red lightsaber, Davik's impulse control evaporated below the Twin Suns and he surprised himself while pulling the trigger. What he didn't understand yet was that to be surprised by your own shot was to ensure the best aim, for he wasn't trying to counterbalance for the recoil he was fearing, and thus he fired two bolts at the Jedi's lower back (@shinobi_no_mono) with pristine aim and a third somewhat higher between the shoulder blades. It was, however, too late to avoid the ignition of the blade which would've caused the lightsaber to go straight through the sniper's (@Painus) back.

Realizing what had happened, what he had done, Davik began freaking out a little. His heart began beating like crazy and his breath was quivering to a point Davik feared for his life. Now suddenly he was unnaturally focused, as if he had begun to trip badly on some old spice that was thrown in his bantha milk. The bolts hadn't even reached the brown-robed Jedi yet when Davik began firing again at his center mass. First twice, then three times and as a ringer a last. He would do this even if he had already killed the Jedi with the first three bolts, therefore shooting at him while he fell on the sniper. His aim wasn't as pristine as it was with the first two shots, but he'd hit some mass between those two rocks.

 

[Tage Mak]

Tage glanced over and quirked an eyebrow at the large man that made a grand entrance by parking his ship nearby and walking up to the same target he had been eyeing. Tage sighed under his helmet, already knowing that he didn’t like the thought of sharing. As the man began to blab something about tossing the saber over to ‘us’ (Tage didn’t recall partnering up with this oaf), he heard a voice in his mind. Tage froze, turning to face the Twi’lek woman that abruptly tossed her saber at him.

Tage hadn’t expected such a turn of events, and he quickly crouched to nab the saber as it landed at his feet. He heard a bolt fly over his head as he did so, telling him that someone had been firing a shot at him. His jaw tightened as he realized it was the same direction Davik was stationed at. Either he was shooting at Tage or doing a horrendous job of watching his back. As he was a new ‘partner’ he couldn’t tell which.

The bounty hunter was quick on the move, deciding that surrendering her saber to him and pointing out the second bounty hunter’s ship was a good enough reason to temporarily help her. As her Force push would send the man flying back, Tage pointed his pistol and fired off three shots directly into the man’s (@The Matt) lower torso where there was no armor protection. Being shot while being flung back with the Force ensured that he would have no way to avoid the damage.

At the same time, Tage tossed his vibrosword towards the Twi’lek (@Narsi ) to ensure she had a means of defending herself. If she truly had no desire to be a part of this and had just given him a million credits, he wasn’t going to go after her anymore. A ship was a worthy prize.

The shot from earlier reminded him that he needed to keep being on the move, so he was light on his feet, now ready to swing a saber at the second bounty hunter. He didn’t make any attacks outside of the pistol shots, but he kept moving to ensure no one could shoot him from a distance.

 

[Zaq Alphax]

He didn't say much as he got his ass handed to him by the handsome fellow who had teamed up with the Exile. It's kinda hard to speak when you're getting shoved and shot at by two different people in the span of a few seconds.

The push made him stagger backwards, but he kept his grip on the gun. As Zaq was regaining his footing, a shot hit him on the right side of his waist, another on the left side, and another grazed his stomach, but hit his chestplate. Still, that was enough for the bounty hunter, and he could already feel himself passing out.

He laid himself down nice and comfortable, hands still on his gun, and watched as the other bounty hunter stole his ship. "No damn honor among thieves anymore," he said, loud enough for the other man to hear if he was listening. "I hope you crash," he mumbled to himself.

He put his cigar out on the sandy ground and passed out, cloak covering his hands and the gun he was carrying. He was bound to wake up in a few minutes, and he intended to be ready if someone decided to walk over and shoot him again. He just hoped he wouldn't get accosted by one of those glow-stick-waving maniacs.

 

[Tavek Aldir]

Tavek had barely even let the Force close around the Jedi yet before he seemed to be falling already. That was fine with the Exile, more saved strength for him, but he watched the many armed, worm-Jedi turn in the air, unleashing a concussive blast at Tavek. It knocked the Exile stumbling back and nearly off his feet a short the Jedi descended, narrowly allowing him to remain upright as he maneuvered away from the edge.

Tavek suddenly noted how the odds had turned as another Jedi emerged, half-obscured by a swirl of sand. Tavek's vibroblade was in his left hand in an instant and he made ready to defend himself from the Jedi who had turned to face him.

Tavek stayed light on his feet as the many armed worm-Jedi approached, saber in hand (@Fantasy Liver). Tavek used his vibroblade to keep the saber away from his body and the Lamproid's own arms while Tavek spun his own saber in a counter-clockwise arc in front of his own body, looking to remove all those claws and hands that were already committed to attacking him and were now completely exposed. As he did so, he stepped to his own left, pivoting to face the Lamproid's right side which served to both keep worm-man between himself and the other Jedi (@Odric) lest he try anything and keep himself from being charged or pushed straight off the cliff, because who wanted that to happen?

 

[Grenn Tribgog]

Grenn was forced to keep his lower arms to himself as the Exile began issuing a spinning defense that negated that particular offensive biological capability his extra arms afforded him. One of his arms was painfully seared by the Exile’s lightsaber and another one was slightly sliced, teaching Grenn a valuable lesson. This one seemed a smart opponent, certainly with a greater strategic mind than the goon he’d been fighting below.

Switching up his attack, Grenn just decided to hammer his opponent with simple strikes to keep him from doing anything fancy or getting sneaky. The blows would be easy enough to block but they were simple enough that Grenn could quickly mount a defense or counterattack, should the Exile press his luck. His goal was to keep his oppponent occupied while his Jedi companion figured something out.

 

[Kel'th Torr]

Kel'th Torr, remembering his training, calming his mind and reaching out into the force, breathing steadied, time almost slowed as he got in tune, the serenity he felt. His hands lifted as his Jedi companions limbs were damaged, there was a path, the choice was made. The cliff was Kel'th Torr's target all along, knowing full well that he was no Jedi Master and couldn't hope to control or force the exile into submission using his own knowledge of its power, instead, he merely caused unrest. The floor and wall next to the exile were made unsteady, cracks appearing along the ground and within half a second, Kel'th Torr threw his arms out to the left, the cliff ground, stone, rocks and shifting land, all cracked and broke underneath the exiles feet and along the wall next to him. These rocks were seen shooting out and pushing all of their weight onto the exile if they may which, given the broken ground beneath the exiles feet would cause him to either enter Grenn's personal space or take his chances falling into the canyon.

Kel'th Torr knew the risks, Doing this would make the entire cliff unsteady, like a game of stack, remove one piece of the structure and there is a chance that it will all start to give. He only hoped that his Jedi friend up there would be able to survive, sooner or later, the entire cliff was going to become a landslide. Kel'th didn't want to get squashed by it as the crack he made started ascending with every spare moment, here or there a new crack was made, exploring the cliff's new weaknesses of counterweight, overhangs were always unsteady. "Now, Would, Be, Good, Time, To Go!"

 

[Razor Magnos]

He had already relied on the force, it was streaming through his veins, intoned with the dark essence as he activated it for his force leap. The Jedi must have been withered, deflecting his force push and then having to deal with incoming blaster fire. As the saber came for him, his body was left vulnerable, but not entirely enough, good grace of lady luck to spare him his soul.

Shimmering weapon of righteousness sheared into his unholy form as he sailed past the climax of his arch. Body began to tilt downwards in an attempt to land on his feet however as he approached horizontal, the saber slashed viciously into his flesh, scraping off clothing and skin together. The nasty wound was met with a roar in mid-air, causing him to lose focus on his leap and instead hit the ground harshly. The impact of the blow caused his body to tumble off the canyon ledge into the black abyss, roars of pain fading away as he fell deeper, seemingly out of view for now...

 

[Narri Emrour]

Narri watched the big thug (@The Matt) fall with a wide grin, giggling lightly at his last words before stepping forward. Honestly, just seeing the look on his face was almost worth the loss of the lightsaber, and bonus, she wasn't gonna end up as defenseless as she'd thought. Flicking her wrist, Narri summoned the vibrosword to her hand, waving it about leisurely for a moment as she took a few steps forward. It felt alright, a bit strange after all the time spent with a saber, but she'd used one before, she could use one again. Turning the weapon off as she came to a stop, she hung it from a belt loop before gazing down on the crumpled form before her. She gave no thoughts to the shots singing about, though she did keep an eye out just in case.

She had to giggle again, poor fool looked adorable, cuddling his rifle to his chest like a teddy bear and snuggling into his cloak. Still, cuteness or not, he'd pointed that rifle at her, so she was going to take it. Reaching out her free hand, Narri used the force to flick the cape out of the way, and then roughly rip the rifle from the man's grasp. She could've been gentler probably, but she didn't have a lot of time, and well, if he woke up and she had to shoot him, that was okay too. Giving the big gun a cursory once over, Narri shrugged and started forward again, carefully stepping over the prone form, only to catch sight of a small rod on the man's belt, a stun baton?

Again she reached out with the force, ripping the weapon from the man with a quick yank. Or at least she tried to, it was stuck or something, so she yanked again, and again, until she was basically bouncing the man off the sand. Finally, with a weird ripping sound it came loose and the baton flew to hover beside her, perfect. As for the thug, he ended up face down in the sand, hopefully it was rough, coarse, and everywhere in his armor. Seeing nothing else of importance, Narri gave a little wave to the guy she'd given her lightsaber to, and then started jogging away from the battle, careful to keep a close watch for any attacks. But as she went, she made sure to stomp out the downed man's (@The Matt) cigar.

 

[Dak Anbu]

Having stuck his landing from the short drop that was the surface to the shelf of the canyon, Dak had watched as his saber seared skin and clothing leaving his opponent wounded and falling without control. As his saber returned to his grip, having only flown a short distance it did not have a great tax on his abilities but definitely left him at less than one hundred percent of his strength; something was circulating through him though giving him some sort of explainable resolve some kind of cold angry feeling that fueled him on wards his prior engagements thus far hadn't been too terribly trying in his abilities.

Watching as Razor began his descent into the darkness of the canyon below, he deduced it would be a lengthy drop and perfect for his next attack. Summoning the force he almost enjoyed the strength that coursed through him as he reached out with it grabbing the man with a force grip slowing his descent considerably before he channeled as much strength as he could. Pairing his momentum and trajectory of the fall, Razor was already heading in the general direction of the opposing canyon wall he just needed a hand getting there.. Well against it anyway, as Dak violently directed his body with the force aiming to smash him against the wall due to his lack of control and pain he knew his concentration would not be able to be mustered in any great capacity. With his concentration focused on colliding Razor with the canyon wall he had hoped his two Jedi allies would provide a more juicy target to any unsavory types still alive above. Dak's attack was geared to render his opponent unconscious with the force of the collision and pre-existing injuries coupled with the fall he would suffer once hitting the wall even if he only lost consciousness for a few moments he would continue to plummet and meet his fate at the bottom with Dak poised to pursue.

 

[Finn Mercado]

Well, kriff-

That was the only thing that went through his mind. A brief moment of awareness, followed quickly by nothing.

His spine was severed and several of his vital organs pierced. His brain shut itself down from the sudden damage and Finn slumped forward, not even letting so much as a gasp out.

It was a shame, too, because he watched his first shot completely miss before fading away.

 

[Galen Ozwares]

The sound of the blaster was off. He started turning around to see who stood there, maybe this one... The agony hit him unawares, it felt like his back was on fire. His knees collapsed and while turning around in this twisting motion a second shot entered his back, resulting in even more pain. A third blaster shot flew by his head while he was still stuck in his falling motion, all of this was very surprising. How stupid was he? Sneaking up on someone, taunting him for his unawareness and than not even thinking someone could do the same thing with him. The shooter wore an ridiculous sand colored armor and 2 weapons, clearly a bounty hunter. While the opponent used the rifle to shoot at him a pistol was holstered at his chest. Another set of shots was fired, but they were not really presiece. One missed him and the other one streaked his body, leaving pain but no big wound. At this moment Galen crushed in the floor, sword in hand. Shortly after another set of bursts was launched into his direction, this time three shots. And while the first hit the ground beside him he had to deflect the other two. They hit the rocks behind him. Although the time span between the last three shots and the next was small it was enough to concentrate and form a plan: When the hunter hit the trigger aiming at the wounded Exile, he would reach out to the force and twist the goons helmet to blind him. When the bolt came within reach he would quickly hit it with his saber, using the fifth form of lightsaber combat to deflect it into the chest of the blinded man. When the bolt went flying back he took the pistol from the dead man on whom he would then lay and hammer the trigger as fast as he could holding it into the direction of the other hunter. He would miss some of the shots, but some would meet their blind target. At least that was his plan, but when he hit the ground he passed out. His saber deactivated itself and vanished under the sand.

 

[Davik Lorso (TL8)]

Davik didn't know what the jedi's plan would've been, but when he hid the sand after one of Davik's shots streaked his leg he was clearly passed out and out of the fight. Sighing a long deep sigh of relief, Davik approached the fallen Jedi and its victim, who had gotten a lightsaber through the spine, and peered through the rock formation towards the fighting Force sensitives a mere 100 meters away. "Not even Tage can solo this one, " he shook his head, bit anxious he needed to involve himself into another fight with those magic-wielding demons.

Then something dawned on him and he turned 'round. "Colimma said," he muttered, not caring to finish the sentence as no one else could hear him anyway. Using his rifle as some kind of shovel he mulled about in the sand until he found the lightsaber hilt belonging to the Jedi, who may or may not be dead, he didn't check as he didn't really know how for some reason. Pocketing it, Davik made sure it was secured tightly and wouldn't drop or be able to be taken before taking one last look at the bodies around him. "Sorry buddy," he apologized to the dead bounty hunter, "I really did try to save you.."

Davik left the rock formation to join up with Tage. The hundred meters were a lot of ground to cover, but he remained sharp and focused with the rifle but against his shoulder so he could shoot in an instant if he needed to. Approaching Tage he only grinned. He'd tell him about the saber after..

 

[Tage Mak]

Tage didn’t give chase as the Exile woman made a run for it. A glance over told him that Zaq was going to be out cold for several hours, and he didn’t need to worry about him. The bounty hunter quickly ran over to where the other fighting was going on, looking over the edge of where he stood and into the canyon shelf below. Everyone seemed to make their way down there, and he could make out several Jedi or Exile.. he didn’t care at this point.

One man was very much concentrated and focused on doing something big. Tage saw the shelf begin to tremble and quickly retrieved a frag grenade from his pouch. He primed the grenade and dropped it over the edge above the unsuspecting Jedi before Kel’th could complete his collapsing. As both Kel’th and Grenn were preoccupied, it would be impossible for them to see it coming. The grenade would explode slightly before it hit the ground, sending a wave of shrapnel flying in every direction. Kel’th, with his focus on the Force, would take the biggest hit. Grenn would also be hit, and Tavek would also potentially sustain some damage. Even if it didn’t instantly kill Grenn and Kel’th, it would certainly put them out of the fight. Being preoccupied with fighting and calling the Force meant they wouldn’t see a surprise grenade or do anything about it in time.

Always prepared, Tage had his rifle pointed and ready to drill them if by some miracle the Jedi weren’t out of the fight. He wouldn’t hesitate to finish the job and kill them, but for now he simply needed them knocked out.

@Odric @Fantasy Liver @Phoenix