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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 11, 2008 20:13:33 GMT -5
Kanner Jalba exited the Lightspeed Womprat. He was back on the old dustball, Tatooine. He haven't came back for years. He quite missed the hot and dry air of Tatooine. He wandered the streets of Mos Esley, looking for a cantina, a good drink would feel good. He entered the cantina, it was full. Twi'Leks, Duros, Bith, nearly all of the Galaxy's different Alien races were at the same place, drinking and playing Pazaak. Kanner went at the counter.
-"I'll take a Juri Juice."
He deposited a few Hutt currencis on the counter. He sat in a corner, observing the clients while drinking his Juri Juice.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 11, 2008 20:42:12 GMT -5
In a corner of the Cantina was a set of men rambling over a pile of credits and a set of datapads. Their attention was drawn away from their items and to the man who was observing them, the one man closest to the edge turned his chair to block the view of the man.
The doors to the cantina though rusted and dirty opened quickly to a man wearing all black with two of his rather elite looking guards behind him. At once his brilliant golden eyes spotted the table to the far left where the men sat and he moved to them, his two guards stayed in place looking as grim as statues could look.
A short moment later the man in black had moved away from the other men and sported some one of the datapads, it was then that it broke out. The man closest to him jumped to his feet and yelled something in Iridonian. The other two had went for their blasters and it was then that they knew it was useless. The man in black had drawn his Katana so swiftly it had severed the arms of the Iridonian and cut through the blasters of the other two men.
The Cantina went still. . .
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 11, 2008 21:08:57 GMT -5
Kanner let out a little whistle.
-"Troublemakers. And I thought I was rough sometimes..."
He smirked. He observed the scene, keeping his hands close to his DL-44s. People that could lop a couple of drinkers' arms could simply try to destroy the entire place also. Kanner also kept his Vibroblade ready. If they were some of those so-called Jedi, his cortosis blade might come in handy.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 11, 2008 22:06:49 GMT -5
His sword stayed at the neck of the farthest man, he looked over his shoulder to Kanner and back to the three, the one whose arms were lopped off was curled up upon the floor shaking, the other two had their hands over their heads.
The man in black looked to the Datapad and read softly to himself, "order 201-4 beta battle droids, rancor..." His voice trailed off, and he looked to the two who stood at the door whom nodded as if they read his mind. They both drew their swords as well and the first of which cleavered into the unsuspecting skull of the closest man to him. The man in black himself barely moved an inch before his blade was back down at his side, both men in front of him fell to the floor beheaded, the man on the ground was stabbed in the chest by the now downed blade.
The other guard went for Kanner, though his fate wasn't one to be told by the one whom ordered the execution. The blade went high and struck down aiming a path of destruction for the neck. . .
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 11, 2008 22:38:45 GMT -5
Kanner dodged the blade and quickly drew his blaster. He shot the guard several times to the chest, killing him. He then stood up and twirled his blasters around his fingers, like a professional gunslinger, before putting them back in his hoilsters. He stared at the man in black with a smirk.
-"You shouldn't let your men play with guys like me. My trigger fingers tend to be itchy, sometimes."
After saying so, he quickly drew his blasters again and fired at the remaining guard.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 12, 2008 14:44:32 GMT -5
He didn't bother to turn around, the other guard thrust his blade towards Kanner but was hit straight in the face by the blaster bolts. He fell backwards and landed on his back. Suddenly clapping filled the room.
"Be lucky, that they weren't of the Lue'Zhan," he had his sword tucked under his arm and was still beating his hands together in applause. He slowly stopped and returned the sword into his hand, "but your lucky is about to run out, I am the leader of the Lue'Zhan. . ."
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 12, 2008 18:56:46 GMT -5
Kanner stared at the man, with a smirk.
-"And I am the fastest blasterslinger on this ball of dust!"
He twirled the blasters fast again. He threw them in the air and caught them back, exchanging hands like that a few times. At a moment, he stopped, his weapons pointed to the ceiling. If the man was going to use a sword, blasters would be useless in melee combat. He twirled his guns once again before holstering them. He prepared himself to unsheated his cortosis vibroblade.
-"Before we fight, I got a question: Why did you let your guards attack me? You thought they had a chance? I don't remember causing any trouble for you."
If Kanner had to fight, he at least would like to know why.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 12, 2008 19:23:07 GMT -5
He smiled a bit, the patrons in the cantina all were moving to the far back as the two stood closest to the door. His answer didn't come at once, but he finally let it go, "you think you're the only one whose going to die? The Entire Cantina will die for laying eyes on my deal."
"Besides, they're not my guards, I don't need a guard. And on another note, if I was to choose a guard, I'd choose someone other then lowly foot soldiers out of the Dematri army... I think I'd choose the Lue'Zhan warriors themselves, the strongest of the Dematri... Be lucky I didn't. . ."
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 12, 2008 19:55:31 GMT -5
Kanner smirked. Well, everyone was going to die in the Cantina, except for ONE patron.
-"Well, first, you layed your deal under everyone's eyes, so don't blame others for your mistakes. And second, I'm sorry to ruin your plans but I don't plan on dying."
He quickly drew his blasters and at the ceiling over the Dematri, making rubbles falls on him. Kanner ran to a window.
-"I hope you're good at hide and seek!"
He jumped out the window and ran in the streets, trying to lose the Dematri. He was trying to gt to the Lightspeed Womprat and escape Tatooine. Looks like his stay on the desert planet was cut short.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 12, 2008 20:39:23 GMT -5
He dashed forward quickly avoiding the rubble and looked to the window, two members of the Dematri clan entered at the sound of the ceiling caving in. "Lord Devlen-"
"Kill the patrons, shut down all ports on this station, and find him. Better yet," he planted his foot on the window opening and shot out of it and followed down the footsteps of Kanner. He envisioned every turn and tried to lock onto the same vibrant energy that he had felt when Kanner was put to the test of killing his men. It was only light but he felt it around him close. . .
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 12, 2008 20:48:43 GMT -5
Kanner took every turns he could find to try and lose the tail. He continued until he arrived at the port where he left his ship, but there were black men guarding the place.
-"Just my luck!", he whispered to himself.
He looked around him, looking for a way to get the guards away from the port. He spotted a Speeder parked near, its owner walking away, leaving it unguarded.
-"Here's my ticket to get through them!"
He took a look around, making sure no one would spot him and embarked in the Speeder. He turned toward the port's entrance and sped toward it, firing at the men in black at the same time. The Lightspeed Womprat was there.
-"Yeah! Finally!"
He stopped and jumped out of the Speeder, running toward the ship.
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 12, 2008 20:56:38 GMT -5
It was a brief moment, but what seemed like simply a black cloak fluttering in the air had landed on the ground in front of Kanner, its legs were bent in a landing with its left arm touching the ground the right boasting the sword behind him, he stood to his full height which wasn't much to Kanner.
"Your fast, but we all know one can't outrun shadows. It ends here."
His sword was glistening still with the gore of the men he had killed in the tavern. The black trench coat drug across the ground just barely as he took a few steps toward Kanner, "Do you praise your skill with just a blaster? Or is that sword of yours just for show?"
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Post by Dargor Naritha'on on Feb 12, 2008 21:41:54 GMT -5
Dar was just getting out of his ship, and had been able to watch the commotion going. He saw one man with a bloody sword talking to another. Ohh, a fight was about to go down, and a Dorgothian was not one to keep himself out of things. He quickly ducked behind a crate to watch for his chance. His barbaric blood was now craving a battle.
A sword fight? Oh this was gonna be FUN! He pulled his long sword which was his own fathers blade, and grinned.
(ya ya, hes loves himself some fighten, but thats just what he does)
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Post by Darth Jakar on Feb 12, 2008 22:03:43 GMT -5
Kanner stopped just as the man landed. He took a few steps back.
-"So close...."
He looked around again, looking for a way to outsmart the man. Seems like he would have to use his sword.
-"I'm a pro blasterslinger but don't think I'm defenselss during a sword fight!."
He unsheated his vibroblade. He then saw the Dorgothian arriving with his own sword.
-"Hey, big bud, mind lending me a hand? This guy wants my skin after killing everyone in the cantina!"
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Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Feb 12, 2008 22:08:59 GMT -5
He grinned, it was a wicked one, but that was also a title that was given to his grandfather and one he gave himself. Devlen would rather fight two on one, it would only make the fight more interesting, and possibly even enjoyable once he slay both men.
"I wont bother calling for my Lue'Zhan, no gather as many men as you want, let's get this over with and on the road!"
At this moment, his eyes seemed like they could shine in the dark, his stance was flawless, and his arrogance seemed as if it could of swallowed a man whole, but if he was to say he was a master with a sword, one would think he was boasting, alternatively, if he said he was the worst in the world, you would say he was lying. . .
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