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[Laeonas Tannaras]

"Kriffin'credible." Was the only thing Laeonas could mutter as he watched Xath completely destroy the 6 or so guards who had entered the bar. What particularly amazed him was how the red blade just shot the bolts right back at anyone who fired them... something that would've prevented plenty of scars from his earlier years.

Glancing across the floor, he noticed that his vibrosword had been kicked against the wall in the confusion. Without much effort, it came flying back to him.

Pulling the blade from it's sheath, the boy rounded the corner to the exit, moving past the Sith-- before suddenly stopping and turning around. Grabbing one of the blaster pistols on the floor, he turned back to the Sith, breathing a bit heavily. "A'right-- we may not agree on much, but Ai'm gonna maintain the assumption that yer not a completely braindead moron who thinks we can each get out of'ere on our own. Yer gonna have ta help me take these kriffin' bastards out-- and we're probably gonna have to leave this city entirely." Laeonas resigned.

"But 'fore we do that, ev'ry one of the guards outside that door wants us dead now. So, Ai'd really, really 'ppreciate it if ya provided some cover with one of yer sabers-- Ai know ya don't trust me well enough to give it back if ya hand it over, and yer right, cus Ai won't." Laeonas said frankly, before getting back to the previous task. "Well, are ya gonna help me, help you, help us both not die?"

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

Xath laughed. "Oh, I could certainly get out of here alone. You, however...I'd be happy to help." He hesitated, grabbed his back up saber and threw it at the kid. "Try it out; and yes, I'll most likely be wanting it back." He emphasized the statement with an icy glare before holding up his own saber. "Let's kick some--"

His comment was cut off as another 6-no wait, 7, no, kriff, 12 guards streamed through the door, each one holding a blaster. They formed a semi-circle around the room as one stepped forward. "Drop your blades, or we'll drop your bodies." Xath stared at him before holding out his hand.

Immediately, a bolt of blue shot from his fingertips, engulfing the man in electricity as he slumped to the floor. "You go left, I'll go right! Let your connection to the Force, your emotions, your anger guide you! You'll find that no blaster bolt can hit you." He sprinted to the right and charged a guard, disarming him literally and grabbing his blaster as his limb fell to the ground. He fired and hit another square in the forehead before ducking behind a table.

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Laeonas laughed at the Sith's retort. "Ai'd luv ta see ya try, pr-" He began, before being cut off at his own surprise. The Sith, for whatever reason, had actually given him the blade. Before anything else could happen, however, guards swarmed into the room, and the fighting was on yet again.

Temporarily stowing the blade under his belt, Laeonas pushed a guard aside, firing over his shoulder as he ran. He heard the grunts and screams of guards behind him, turning to see Xath started fighting back, but at least a few of the guards were firing at him. Laeonas looked at his own vibrosword-- and he realized that it would hardly do him any good in this scenario.

Reaching under his belt, Laeonas grabbed the hilt with his left hand, and with the flick of a switch, it hummed to life.

The red blade was hot, and the light pulsed and flickered a bit in his hand. For a moment, it felt like the blade was actually alive, registering to his senses like it was just an extension of Xath, like an arm or a leg. As the guards continued to fire, Laeonas dropped his blaster, securing the hilt with both of his hands, manuevering his arms to block most any bolt that came near. One grazed his left shoulder, but he barely even registered the pain.

Charging forward, Laeonas brought the saber down across the chest of the nearest guard. Hoisting up his body with the force, he sent it hurtling across the room at some of the guards that were accosting the Sith. Reaching out with the force, he seized his own vibrosword again, taking the metal blade in his right hand. It's weight became more apparent to him now than it ever had before, but he still cut through anyone that even came near him. His movements were almost like dancing; rhythmic. His shirt, covered in blood, shards of glass, and with a few burns from blasters, fluttered as he weaved through the guards, cutting one after the other down.

He felt no anger, no... hatred. It was as if he wasn't himself, as if he was a part of everything. The lightsaber in one hand and vibrosword in the other, he made his way over to the last guard, who was no shrieking in horror at the sight of both the Sith and the boy.

Before anything else could happen, however, Laeonas dropped both blades, and grabbed him by the throat with his left hand. Pushing on the man's throat with the force, closing his windpipe. After about a minute, the man was dropped, with a tiny bit of life still left in him.

Laeonas didn't even look at the Sith as he walked back to his previous chair. He simply ripped off his now tattered shirt and slipped back into his jacket, before finally turning back to the Sith. "Keep yer lightstick. Let's get the kriff out of here."

@DarkSaber

 

[Nobody]

"Why thank you for being so kind as to return my 'lightstick.'"

Xath hadn't been surprised one bit as to what the young man had done; The force worked in mysterious ways, but in some matters it was very predictable.

He nodded. "Let's leave before more of 'em come." The two quickly fled the bar. "I'm going to head to my ship, see if those mechanics repaired it by now...then I'm outta here. I'd advise you to leave this kriffing planet as well...Where you choose to go, of course, that's your choice."

He stuck out the hand not holding a saber and the two shook before parting. "Were you to ever re-think your beliefs, or were you in need of some help that you know I would...enjoy, here's my com."

Xath stalked down the road in the direction of his ship. He had a feeling he'd be seeing that kid pretty soon...

//EXIT THREAD

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

The boy felt a flicker of desert wind as the Sith turned heel. He wondered if the force had a sense of dramatic irony, which prompted a laugh. He felt more cool than he should have probably felt in the whole situation, and than Laeoans realized that he had been sweating bolts. He reached up to dry his forehead; but when he brought his hand back down, it was red with blood. Very suddenly, amusement faded from the boy's conscience.

The boy knew he had to leave the city immediately. He preferred the planet, but he didn't want to deplete his emergency fund after leaving home merely eight months beforehand. He did have an idea about where to go, however.. //EXIT THREAD