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[Laeonas Tannaras]

Tatooine, Mos Eisley Space Port

Y135M3W2D4

Midday​

"WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE KRIFFIN *^&%!"

The space port was louder than it usually was. Ship traffic was often barely more than one or two landing all day in Mos Eisley, but in the past week, there had been an influx of movement for whatever reason.

It was highly unlikely that everyone had just completely botched travel planning though. Unless you were a 19 year old gangster who had been drinking Correllian Ale when he had bought his ticket.

At the moment, Laeonas Tannaras was yelling at a very old, very tired older gentleman about his current predicament, and it was very clear that nothing that was said to him would calm him down.

"Call tha flight company, oh yeah? Call the flight company?! What an absolutely amazin' idea! You should be runnin' this port with a brain laek that, y'know! Put ya in charge o'this entire blasted dustball!" He seethed, pacing back and forth. "Ai need ta get back to Coruscant-- Ai didn't know mae ticket was taking me HERE! Thought I was headed to... I dunno, anywhere else! Please, for kriff's sake!" The boy tried explaining, and than pleading with the old man for help.

"Sir, I just work with the port authority travel management. I can barely understand what'cher asking about anyhow, so could I please... err... get back to my job?" The old man suggested, looking up, before backing away a bit as he realized the boy was now sobbing into his own hands. Than he just turned around and booked it.

Laeonas sighed, wiping at his face and picking up his bag. Mos Eisley had some lodging and it had some bars-- and he wasn't sure yet, but it had to have work as well.

 

[Nobody]

Xath walked into the lodging house and looked around. Shabby, gross, small, but what could you espect from Mos Eisley? He shrugged, took a tentative step forward, and caught the eye of the owner.

"Hey, you!" He shouted. "Lookin' for a place to stay? You came to the right place!" Xath's small nod told him all he needed, and he was immediately in business mode. "We're booked, lotsa people stayin' here considering how good we are. It'll cost...a little extra, my friend."

For the first time, Xath lifted his eyes within his hood to meet the man's, who, in turn, shuddered uncontrollably. "On second thought, something just opened up...15 credits for tonight ought to be good, eh?"
Xath shrugged and swapped the credits for the key. He trudged towards his room before stopping. Maybe he should go out tonight...have a little fun.

He'd been waiting to use his sabers.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Outside the immediate hangar, the city of Mos Eisley opened up to anyone who stepped out for the first time. The commercial sectors were filled with hotels and cantinas, with their signs all reading the same. Run down, cheap, and scrawled with uninspired advertisements. "Free holo" on lodging options, "Kessel Spices" at cantinas. Laeonas couldn't read a single word of Huttese, but that cheap, tacky, stale, old feeling moved across the language gap.

Laeonas grit his teeth for a moment. "Why's ev'ry place I gotta go a sleazy shitehole?" He felt tired, and disgusted, and he wanted to lay down... and to drink. His bags would have to be stowed away though.

He eventually found what he was looking for when he found a larger hotel with a front sign that read basic. The owner, a toydarian, had negotiated a fairly modest price. He stowed his bags and headed out the door again, finding his way to the nearest cantina.

Laeonas didn't stick out to much from the crowd. His outfit was plane enough, but there was an odd lack of bounty hunters or gangsters in the Cantina. He wasn't either, in the strictest sense, but him carrying his blaster and vibrosword around still carried with him the distinction of "armed and maybe dangerous."

But that was what he was trying to go with.

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath threw his stuff in the room, what little he called his own, before trudging back to the lobby. "Hey, you..." He rasped in his barely understandable voice. "Anywhere around here to get a drink?"

The man, now that he had secured Xath's money, was in no hurry to help him out. He shrugged in response. Xath over-exaggerated his movement as he rested his hand on a vibroblade. The man looked at his dark robes, his silent countenance, and gave in.

"There's a c-cantina down the s-stree-" He stuttered, but Xath cut him off. Without a word, he walked out the door. In a couple minutes, he was at the cantina and observing its occupants. Only a couple people had weapons; hopefully they weren't the kind who wanted his sabers for money.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Amusement wasn't something that came slowly; and to Laeonas, it hit like a truck. He drank heartily and greedily; he chatted up anyone who listened, even when they stopped after a handful of seconds.

The boy flung his hair back and pressed the glass to his lips. "Tender', git mae anothaer mug, will ya?" He purred through slurred lips, before sitting up and drinking again... he would have; but a tremor flew across his senses. Questions popped into his head; but they dissipated.

Something was wrong.

The entire bar had felt it; anyone inside had seen a flash through the doorway, and the bar had grown slightly quieter as a result.

Freak.

Laeonas' hand would reach around to press against his back jacket, feeling for a blade's handle. Confirmation came to him through his finger's grip, and he pursed his lips.

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath stalked up to the cantina entrance and ignored a man nearby trying to sell his wares. He wasn't there for any of that; he was looking for excitement. He slipped through the entrance and headed towards the bar. For some reason, he sensed and incredible amount of tension within the room.

He turned to survey the people within. A couple were staring at him in his dark robes; others were blinking in confusion. Some grasped their weapons. Hope that wasn't me...

He fingered his own weapon within his robe, wondering what it was that had sparked such...fear? Anger? Just plain tension? He noted a young man nearby reach for a weapon and immediately went on the defensive. What the hell was happening in here?

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas gritted his teeth in frustration as he gripped his blade more tightly. He had a better look at the disturbance, and the results made him cringe. The black robes were a unique choice of attire that seemed to just permeate that wrong he felt pulsing from the...

The boy's voice was like a lullaby in how quiet it was, but anyone paying attention could his speech "Sith," The word exited as quickly as it was spoken... and it was not in a welcoming tone. It was free of any of the light-heartedness of a drunken speaker, and it was far from over. Laeonas' emotions were a mixed bag of glass; it didn't help that he was drunk. Or that he hadn't slept in over 30 hours. Starting a fight would make sense.

But there were no scenarios where a 19 year old boy who felt like he could throw up at any minute would win a fight, and the longer he pretended that he lied to himself about it, the greater the chances of him getting very, very hurt.

He let his hand fall to his side, but the boy didn't take his eyes off the man in black. There was no chance he'd let his guard down around this freak.

@DarkSaber

Wha

 

[Nobody]

Xath shuddered as he came to a conclusion.

With the Order coming to light (finally), he'd felt less and less of a need to hide his dark presence. He'd totally let it loose when he walked into the room; that's what had sparked the atmospheric change. Still, though, the buzz had passed and it would seem as if only a few select characters were still reverberating from the change in the Force.

He turned to survey his surroundings, wincing as he noticed multiple pairs of eyes fixated on his dilapidated form. He heard a voice and turned, spotting a young ...boy? man? kid?...staring at him intently; a couple aliens watched him with unblinking eyes.

This place could turn hot very quickly...though he couldn't exactly say that wasn't what he wanted. He decided to break the tension a little. "What're you looking at, kid?"

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The man in black had asked Laeonas a question, but Laeonas simply kept eye contact. Aquamarine eyes darted up and down the man's figure. He continued sizing him up, for a couple of seconds, thinking to himself. He took a couple of deep breaths, putting aside the kernel of fear that had started building in his gut.

Than, he finally spoke.

"Ai'm lookin' at some kriffin' psycho in a hood wearin' nothin' but black roabs and probably carryin' a pair of 'lightsabers. When do ya plan on murderin' all of us? Cus' tha last time I met one of you kriffin' freaks, one of yer Sith pals did just that," Laeonas began, speaking loud enough for everyone within earshot to listen.

"That monster turned a highly armed escort of well trained gangstaers into sliced up, charred hunks of meat. He shot lightnin' from 'is fingers, and near every man and woman with a blastaer in tha't room were dead 'fore they could faet back-- an' even when they traed, they were cut down."

Laeonas slipped out of his jacket. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed even further. He was young, but his shirt fit tightly around a well defined body, forged out of years of labor and physical conditioning. His vibrosword was clear for anyone to see- and the Cortosis weave could easily clash against a lightsaber.

And for a moment, felt only by those who were truly paying attention, there seemed to be two powerful presences in the room.

"...now tell me that ya won't start any shite, and just let me drink."

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath winced as the man tore into him with his harsh words. What'd he expect? He was a Sith. Still, there was something about the young man that wasn't exactly...normal. Something--force related. He turned his head; their conversation had attracted a number of eyes. He went over his code in his head...

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.
Through Passion I gain Strength.
Through Strength I gain Power.
Through Power I gain Victory.
Through Victory my chains are Broken.
The Force shall free me.

He then turned towards the man. "It is for the strong to destroy the weak...something that I'm sure those 'gangstaers' now understand." He laughed; small force sparks spattered from his outstretched fingertips. "I can make no promises...but it's nice to know how...recognizable my kind is." His raspy voice was most likely audible only to the boy; then again, anyone could be listening.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas glared at the man as he gave his justification for the actions of another. It seemed like a simple philosophy, strong versus weak. To Laeonas, however, even the words breathed a rotting stench of wrongness.

Than, he started laughing. Loudly. The few who hadn't been paying attention now turned to see the 19 year old practically doubled over in amusement.

"Holy Kriffin' shite, that's the worst thing Ai've ever heard. When did ya start listenin' to that garbage?!" Laeonas spat, wiping a tear from his eye after he finally stopped cackling. "That ain't nothin' moa'r than a copout fer anyone ta do anythin'. 'Oh, yer made about me kickin' ya in tha shin?! You're just WEEEEEEEEAAAAAK!'" Laeonas shouted in a slightly rasped tone. A couple of people around him chuckled, but they quickly fell silent again after Laeonas shot the Sith another glare.

"So yer all just a bunch of crazy, 'saber wieldin' psychos, who just'fy yer killin' sprees where ya use the ultimate power in the universe fer shites'en'gaggles as bein' stronger? I didn't even pass basic education on mae homeworld, but KRIFF. If'there was a sort of list of ideas about how to live, or ideas about the universe, Ai'd put that as the worst one." Laeonas slowly explained, before taking a few steps forward, merely a foot away from the man.

"Guess you'll pick me up'en start chokin' me now? Cus Ai'll do tha same ta ya before ya try it."

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath was amused, if not slightly offended, as the man squared up to him. He stood and shook his head. "I'm afraid that, though your primitive logic leads you to conclude otherwise, living the life of a dirty criminal without any goal in life other than survival is...much "worse" than the life I live."

He couldn't make a scene here; too many people would jump on him. He'd probably have to end up killing them all if that happened. "Weak? I could flick my hand and throw you across the room in a split second. Only then would I start choking you from twenty feet away...at least, after I had made your body contort as electricity imbued your veins." This kid had gut; he'd give him that.

"Of course our ways do not make sense to the common man, but please, oh-wise-one, are the Jedi much better?" He raised his voice and adressed the room as a whole now, droning off of memory.

"'The Jedi are creators of chaos, always warring against order and considering themselves outside the laws of your lands simply because they wield a lightsaber. They speak of the best interest of the people, but ultimately only pursue their own power.' Do you fools simply not understand? Our Order seeks what is best for others; we use our power to further the galaxy as a whole, even if it means hurting the select few who will not submit."

He whirled to face the young man, placing a cold finger on his chest. "Listen, boy. A war is coming to this universe...and given that I wouldn't like to see such raw anger, raw boldness gone to waste...I suggest you align yourself with the winning side."

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas listened to the hooded freak speak longer and longer. He laughed at certain bits, glared at others, and at some points he simply stopped listening altogether. He couldn't care for any of it-- except the speech on the Jedi.

Of all the groups so far, he still hadn't met one. He knew they had to be more than stories at this point-- if the weird evil ones wearing black like the Vader and the Emperor actually existed, there had to be the good ones with the blue lightswords like the Luke. The story had always seemed so... simple to him. But now, knowing it was real, there was a certain majesty to it.

As Laeonas heard the last bit, feeling the icy finger of the Sith landing on his chest, the boy shot out a hand. The previous threats of the Sith hadn't intimidated him-- but it had made him angry.

"Ever put one of yer'evil kriffin' fingers on me again, Ai'll be keepin' it." The boy snarled, suddenly shoving the Sith back. "Ta heel with yer war and yer hatred fer those peace lovin' dictaters that ya obsess over. If the stories gave ya any insight, ya'd know that this shite is pointless-- even if ya win, in a thousand years they'll be back ta kill ya when yer all killin' each other. Than a hundred years latter, you'll all be gettin' yer revenge again, and you'll be fightin until the last star fizzles out." Laeonas spat, visibly fuming now.

"Ai never wanted this, Ai'done'ven know why Ai'm 'ere. But Ai know it wasn't to have yer war shoved down my throat. Pay me first and Ai'll think about makin' a saber and shootin' lightin' at Jedi, but till than, lemme drink."

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath stared at the young man for a second before muttering, "Brainwashed..." He coughed and spoke louder. "Brainwashed! Brainwashed by old, ancient stories of the empire! Brainwashed by the petty stories of the heroic Jedi!" He visibly shuddered and turned on the kid.

"Listen well, boy...the Sith are eternal, in that you are correct. But the Jedi are not. You think they give one thought about you? About all of you, living in the dirt?!" He himself was fuming now. "At age five, I watched my parents die. I watched as they lay in the dirt, the life of blood draining from their cold bodies." He hesitated and went on.

"It's not about war. It's not about having a saber, or shooting lightning. They took me in, cared for me, made sure that no one would ever hurt me again. That's what it's about, boy...it's about thriving."

He face showed pure disgust. "You think you know what these 'feelings' are that you have? You think just everyone has them? Yesss...I can sense them. You're like me, boy, and you can use them to BRING peace to the galaxy, to end the war with the hypocritical Jedi, not start one! Or...you can remain a confused, purposeless child, and I'll let you drink."

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The boy listened to the Sith's response, and before he could even be finished, he groaned-- a gesture of both apathy and frustration.. "Maybe yer misinterpretin' what Ai'm sayin'; not listenin' might just seem 'weak' from yer point of view, but where Ai'm from, listenin' ta people gets ya places." He replied, a hint of anger at the end. "But yer clearly not some moron-- otherwise ya'd 'ave actually tried ta kill me already-- and thanks fer that."

Laeonas turned back to the bartender. A few people were still glancing over at their exchange, but they weren't doing it out of anxious fear. The tension was gone... for everyone else. The young Rodian glanced at the even younger human, and Laeonas flashed a grin. "Ai don't care whatcha put in tha glass'as long'as it's liquid." The boy explained, placing a 30-credit chip on the counter.

"At's mae last drink-- mae only credits left now are the ones I keep fer 'mergencies, and Ai'm only in here 'zactly 'cus this is one." He said, smirking a bit; he had developed a taste for drink, and it wasn't going to leave him for a long time.

The bartender grabbed the closest bottle and filled Laeonas' glass. Methodically, Laeonas grabbed the glass, pressed it to his lips, and tilted his head back. The boy pursed his lips a bit, before turning back to the Sith. "Now, about bein' a good listener. If ya had payed any attention ta what Ai was sayin' earlier, ya'd 'ave picked up the fact that Ai don't care about'cher war," Laeonas said, placing the glass back down.

"Cus that's exactly what it is. Yer war. It concerns you, yer Sith pals, and tha Jedi. Ya could be literally eatin' babies, and it wouldn't change mae opinion-- and mae opinion is that yer a bunch of deranged wizards, who use tha ultimate power in tha universe ta kill each other, pointlessly, constantly, and 'ternally. Maybe yer not a freak-- Ai'm alive, 'fter all-- but is'at whole reshapin' tha galaxy thing what YOU want, or is it what ya've been taught ta want? Does 'at matter? Nah, it's just 'ow Ai feel-- and it's a question Ai asked. Better than usin' it ta get paid? Dunno-- but ya could use it fer that, couldn't ya?"

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath listened with intent to the young boy; he didn't really know what to say...The boy had an opinion, and it'd be hard to shake. Still, though, it was worth a shot.

"It may be our war, for now anyways...but soon enough, it'll come here. It'll be everywhere. It won't just be Sith and Jedi, it'll be the entire galaxy, and you'll have to pick a side." He thought for a moment.

"As for my personal reasons, I've been taught what I know. I've been taught to harness my natural affinity for the force. However, I've not been taught to believe what I believe. My thoughts are some of the few things in this galaxy that I can control, and I'd never let others choose them for me."

The boy seemed to understand that he wasn't there for his blood, and so things could calm down at last. "Wizardry is an easy way to look at force users. They do things others would call...unnatural. Nevertheless, we are polar opposites from the Jedi."

He paused to contemplate his next words. "Long ago, in this 'empire' you spoke of, the Sith ruled the galaxy. Peace was brought about, and hundreds of systems were unified. Nevertheless, a select few rebelled and, aided by a Jedi, succeeded in their fight." He coughed.

"It's very true that the victorious side writes history. They used their agenda to describe how 'evil' we were, when in reality, they were the evil ones. They cared nothing but for themselves, their own prosperity, rather than the galaxy as a whole." His voice kept getting raspier and raspier; he needed a drink.

"If I were to tell you that you could have those 'wizard'-like powers, and then use them however you might feel is best, what would you say?"

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas listened to the reply, contemplating Xath's interpretation of history. However, considering just who was giving the lesson, Laeonas took everything with a grain of salt. While maintainining eye contact, he casually scratched right behind his ear, and fixed up some of his more unorganized strands of hair, which, probably because of the sweating earlier, had become quite oily.

As the Sith finished speaking, Laeonas blinked plainly as he heard the offer of using wizard powers. The boy smirked a bit at that, and turned away, looking at some nearbye patrons. Glancing at one heavier aqualish standing 3 feet away, Laeonas reached out his hand-- and the gentleman's wallet flew right out of his pocket, and into Laeonas' palm.

Turning back to the Sith, he wordlessly opened the wallet, pulled out a couple of chips, placed them on the counter, and ordered two drinks. As they were delivered, Laeonas took one with his hand, and without any physical contact, the second glass slid over the counter until it was closer to the Sith. Satisfied with his demonstration, Laeonas emptied his glass with a single gulp.

"Ai don't need ta learn any more parlor tricks. But yer story? Ai've lived in the core mae whole laife, and Ai don't believe fer a second that the great grandbabies of the imperials who rule mae home planet ever cared about peace and order. Kriff, Ai'm probably their blood." The boy explained, ordering another drink, and emptying the glass a second time. "What Ai do know fer certain is that some rich schmuck knocked up mae Mum with me, and since than Ai've been livin' a laife of nothin' but eatin', drinkin', shitin', stealin', shaggin', and eatin' and drinkin' and shitin' and stealin' and shaggin' again and again and again-- 'en that's all anyone really wants ta do at the end of tha day. Eat, drink, shit, get credits, and shag." Laeonas eloquently finished, before ordering another drink.

"In all 'at time, these vaunted luverrs of peace, justice, freed'm, prosp'rity, 'en security, never did jack shite to make mae laife, mae mother's laife, mae grandpa's laife, mae friends laives, mae enemies laives, any better. They just took taxes out of the 15 credits Mae mum earned every day, sent cops to kill mae friends and beat the livin' 'ell out of mae, and make it so 'ard fer anyone to even learn how to kriffin' read, that the only way ai know a word of basic is b'cus Ai got lucky e'nough to buy a datapad with some programs fer schoolchildren on it." Laeonas continued, drinking and drinking and drinking as he went on.

"And'ya wanna know what Ai think of yer empire? Ai think that some psycho a hundred'en 'thirty years ago got lucky after a big war, convinced a bunch of idiots that givin' him all the power would be best, and 'e used 'at power to get more and more and more power, till eventually he got kriffin' killed-- but 'e screwed over anyone 'en everyone 'e met. Ai know 'ow big their armies were-- ya think they all joined up by choice? What do ya think they got paid in? Who do you think paid 'em? En', most importantly, how tha kriff did tha guy payin' 'em get tha credits?" Laeonas asked, placing his glass top down on the table.

"Ai'm no 'storian 'er anythin' laike that, but somethin' tells me that tha Sith got all their power by taxin' me grandparents's grandparents, and makin' their neighbors kids point blasters at em if they said no," He would say, gritting his teeth a bit. "And 'at won't change. Even if it's tha Jedi, or it's tha Sith, or if it's the kriffin' syndicates or some shite. Tha poor will still get treated like less than dirt-- cus even rich people 'ave gotta walk on tha ground sometimes. Yer Sith Empire thatch'll build will be built on tha backs of mae children, and their children, and their children's children's children, and it'll go laike that for a'nother ten thousand years unless someone does tha right thing, and kills every kriffin' one of you."

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath listened intently to the man's monologue. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some law enforcement enter the room. A rodian waved them down and began pointing and gesturing at him and the kid.

Someone had already decided their conversation had gone too far and called them in. The pair nodded at the alien and began moving towards them.

"Boy, our Sith Empire will be built on the backs of ourselves and nothing else. You do what you think best, but it's my understanding your back is too weak." He glanced up at the two coming at them. "You've experienced trauma, I won't deny that. But so have I. So has half the people in this kriffin' galaxy. Big deal."

"Hey, you two, having a nice conversation, eh?" An officer interrupted. "Why don't we just take you two in for some questioning?" Xath laughed. "Something funny, sir?" They both pulled weapons. "I think you'll learn that we're quite serious here..."

Xath grinned and shook his head. He turned towards the boy. "I think this is best discussed...elsewhere. Without unnecessary distractions." The officers glared and began yelling. "Distraction? Put your hands behind your head and we'll maybe let you watch some holonews in prison. You're both coming with us, troublemakers."

Xath turned on them, pulling a saber and igniting it in ignorance. He glanced over his shoulder at the kid. "Get outta here, boy." He then narrowed his focus on his opponents, studying the fear that lit within their eyes.

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas rolled his eyes at the Sith's response. It was about what he had expected from Xath at this point, but by now, he wasn't really interested in teaching people his point of view. Sighing a bit, the boy went to order another drink, but the bartender wasn't paying attention to him, so he simply shrugged and turned back to the Sith. "Damn, you Sith really are shite listeners. No matter, Ai'guess ya can just build and maintain yer empire all by yerselves. Ai've always wanted ta see a ship built with nothin' but mind ga-" He began to joke, before stopping short.

The boy felt a tremor on the edge of his senses. He turned his gaze to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of well armed grunts approaching. They looked like law enforcement, of some sort-- but Laeonas knew there was only one type of governing body on Outer Rim shitholes like this one. He let out a long, drawn out, and excessively loud sigh.

Well, some thing's never change."

Laeonas studied the two officers. Both of them seemed to be of a heavy enough build, and neither were any taller than him. Without paying to much attention, the boy pulled off his hair tie, and pulled the longest bits of his hair back until he furled it around again; he didn't want distractions for what was coming next.

As the officers barked orders, Laeonas stepped away from the bar, undoing the metal couplings that kept his vibrosword's sheathe attached to his back. The weapon clattered to the floor, and turning back around, he'd look both guards in the eye, even as they looked at the Sith's red blade in shock and terror.

And than his fist flew forward.

The first punch hit the closest guard square in the jaw, throwing him off balance. Another connected with his jugular, and a kick to the chest, with an added boost from the force, sent the man flying back into the sandstone wall, an audible cracking of bone coming as he hit, before he and all the dishes on a table he landed on clattered to the floor.

The next guard simply stood in shock for a moment, before he threw his entire body forward. Laeonas was swept off his feet before he was picked up and thrown against the floor. The guard beat down on him, Laeonas defending himself with his arms. Throbbing pain shot through his entire body, but with a sideswipe of his leg, the guard was knocked next to him. Without so much as a beat, Laeonas jumped to his feet and threw himself back against the wall, before grabbing a chair and throwing it at the dazed guard while he began standing up.

Panting, Laeonas righted himself, wiping a small amount of blood that had come from scrapes to his arms on the side of his pants. He turned to the Sith, but before he could make any clever remarks, half a dozen guards flushed into the room. The patrons, now realizing that this was going to be more than just a lightshow and a brawl, began flooding out the exits. Glancing at the doorway, and glancing at the Sith, Laeonas dove behind an overturned table as a barrage of blaster bolts began firing at him.

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath himself was surprised as the boy lurched passed him and attacked a guard. He watched sullenly as the chair connected to the second man's head before he crumpled to the ground. He turned as more men surged inside, guns blazing, and smashed a blaster bolt back at them in annoyance. This'd be fun.

He hesitated as he raised his hand; maybe he'd have more fun with his saber instead of zapping them all to kriff knows where. He dropped his arm and dove behind the bar itself, glasses above him shattering at bolts flew into them.

He looked up and noticed glass shards all over the bar top. In an instant, they were suspended in the air before being hurtled at his assailants. Most took cover, but one took a few pieces to his arm and shrieked as he clutched his wounds.

With that, Xath leaped over the bar knocking back a few bolts before advancing on the men. He had to take them out before their numbers overwhelmed them. As he traversed the room, he realized he'd get shot before he made it, so he pulled out another saber to assist in deflection.

By then, he had made it to the closest man, who was backing up frantically, gun blazing. A deflected bolt went into his foot and he yelled in agony before his pain was ended...eternally. Xath ducked behind the table he captured, glancing to see what the kid would do.