Star Wars Renegade

[Writer]

As soon as Jack noticed Aryn's hand rising to touch the artifact, she wrenched her hand away, holding it in her other hand. At Rena's question, she growled softly, "Karkin' thing nearly got inside our heads..." She looked at Jack. "Where did you pick it up?"

[DrPhil2501]

Soran walked down the path inside an Entertainment Complex set right in the Underworld. There was a Cantina near-by which itself was where hosted his duels. Though Soran was a well skilled duelist and earned him title of local hero, he didn't duel for glory or honor. He dueled because fighting was a way of expressing himself. That and to him was an effective way of training himself, for something that was to come soon.

 

Two thugs approached the Echani duelist; a Rodian and a Weequay, both holding blasters pointed at him.

 

"Well, look e' here!" The Rodian greeted. "Its big, bad Echani duelist Soran! I lost alot of credits because of you!"

 

Soran didn't say anything. No retort. No remark. The Weequay glanced back at his Rodian accomplice.

 

"Perhaps you should have wagered your money on a more worthy sentient, rather than some low-level headed Trandoshan!"

 

"Regardless, I still would like to take a piece of this pond-scum!" said the Rodian.

 

Soran smirked. "I don't have the time to deal with the likes of you two. The smell kinda puts me off from ever wanting to lay a finger on either of you!"

 

"Oh, Echani trying to be funny are we?" said the Weequay. "Big mistake!" The two thugs aimed their weapons at Soran. But Soran drew his sword and swiped through the thugs arms. It took a few seconds for the hands to fall off from their arms, and the two thugs fell to the ground.

 

"Next time, be smart enough about ho you threaten!" Soran remaekd. He sheathed his Vibroblade and exited the Entertainment Complex.

 

As he was outside in the night breeze of the underworld, Soran looked up at the towering sky, filled with flying speeders above. Typical night for Coruscant it seems. He walked near a Cantina where he eyed a young man, wearing a dark coat over a blue combat suit and had long brown unkempt hair, exited. There was something about this man that Soran could somehow sense. Vin looked back at Soran, and gave a short nod which was suburbian for saying "hi". Soran didn't respond, but continued to walk.

[steven]

"Where did you pick it up?"

 

Jack looked at the pocket that held the artifact as he memories of how he received the cursed peace of stone. His mind was flooded of images of his light saber piercing his masters torso and robbing his body of object that caused his master to defect his family and attack Jack when he asked about it. "My master found it somewhere. It corrupted him, probably using the same power it used to hypnotize you. He wanted to deliver it to a Sith lord in the unknown regions. I couldn't find out his name but I assure you when i do, I'm going after him. But I don't know, and this artifact is my only lead so I'm going to find out what it is."

[SkywalkerRules]

"And we're going to help you all the way," Rena added, stepping up. "Sith or no Sith, we're a team. Even if I'm not a Force user, I can bet you that I've been practicing with my dad's lightsaber ever since. But... I guess I need a Master who knows lightsaber moves well."

 

Rena smirked, and shook her head. "Well... we better go see this guy you know, Jack. You're the leader."

 

The young woman looked around, making sure none of the Undercity thugs would try and hurl at them.

[Writer]

"She's hiding," Mayla said softly, clenching her right hand into a fist. "We have to draw her out... put her on the run."

 

"Gangs." The three young people came to this conclusion simultaneously and split up. Once they were some distance apart, they turned, facing the center of the triangle they had just become and linked their minds together through the Force. Within this 'triangle of power', they reached into the minds of every gang member they could find, planting images of their mother and her new companion.

 

"Alive! Alive! They must be captured alive!" the siblings screamed into the bond. A few of the weaker minds lurched immediately into action, darting through the crowded Undercity on a search for the people who'd just popped into their heads. The siblings continued reinforcing their suggestions until every member of every gang within their significant triangle had taken up the hunt.

 

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((This section written with input from Steven))

 

 

"Come on," Aryn urged suddenly, tugging on both Jack and Rena. "We've got to get out of here before..." She stopped suddenly. "Oh... it's too late."

 

She reached around behind her and tugged the hilt of a saber staff free from a harness there. Almost casually, she toyed with a strange groove at the staff's center. Abruptly, the hilt split in two and she passed one end to Jack. "Here, take this."

 

The man grunted. "Thats handy... But why wait 'till now to say so, why not when I needed one five minutes ago?"

 

Aryn's chin shot up. "Because I like using both sides, and there wasn't any immediate danger. Now, there is..."

 

Before either Jack or Rena could ask what she meant, the crowd before them scattered before people in their early twenties and a veritable army of gang members. "Meh," Jack muttered, calmly igniting the lightsaber Aryn had given him, staring at the burnt-orange blade for a moment. Then, he turned to Rena and said, "Get ready for this. Time to see how well you've been practicing."

 

Across the way from the trio, Darra, Johur, and Kossur lit up their own lightsabers and signaled for the gangs to charge. Almost before the trio had a chance to react, the gangs were on them. Aryn spun and ducked shots, slashes, and punches, slicing with her half of her lightsaber, always aiming to kill.

 

As she moved, she came dangerously near a long drop, which fell deeper into the Undercity. There, she was confronted by Darra, and Aryn's burnt-orange blade clashed against Darra's violet blade, bisecting a poor gang member who'd gotten in the way. Right on the edge of the fall, the two women circled one another, blades crossed.

 

"What do you call yourself now?" Darra asked. Aryn's mouth twitched.

 

"Aryn Vexxlin," she answered, withdrawing her blade from the lock and striking downward toward Darra's legs. Darra hopped over the strike calmly and cut toward Aryn's neck. Aryn ducked.

 

"Come home, Aryn," Darra urged. "Reclaim your life, your name, your status."

 

Aryn flinched and attacked aggressively. "It isn't mine. Another is dead. I have failed them time and again. They should choose the Elder. He's a much wiser choice for a leader."

 

"Their own arrogance has failed them," Darra protested, doing scarcely more than defending herself. "It has nothing to do with you."

 

Aryn's eyes grew cold. "The leader must always accept the blame. Whether by lack of preparation or my own overconfidence in my strengths, I led them to arrogance."

 

The fighting between them intensified as they slashed, blocked, ducked, jumped, and rolled, always avoiding one another's strikes. It looked more like a training exercise than a fight to the death. For as it was, neither woman wanted to kill the other.

 

"Your father will be upset with you," Aryn observed. Darra smiled sadly.

 

"If we can bring you back, it will be worth every ounce of his disappointment."

 

"I won't go back," Aryn said, pressing Darra back more and more, then getting in close and tripping her from behind. Startled, Darra fell backward, tumbling over the ledge upon which they were fighting. At the last second, she caught the edge, barely holding on. With a gasp, Aryn moved forward, lightsaber ahead of her, and looked down. Darra stared up into her eyes.

 

"You wouldn't," she said confidently. With a low growl, Aryn darted away from the ledge, plunging back into the ever growing mass of gang members. On the other side, she found Jack and Rena, inching steadily backward.

 

"There's too many of them!" she yelled. "We have to retreat!"

 

And so they ran, with the gangs in pursuit, while Johur and Kossur ran back for their sister. As Jack, Aryn, and Rena ran, Jack turned to Aryn and wondered aloud, "Where'd you learn all that crap?"

 

Shooting him a brief glare, Aryn answered, "It's not a matter of learning. You want my big secret?" She ducked a blaster bolt a few seconds before it would have slammed into her back. Then, she tugged Jack and Rena through a doorway and slammed the door shut behind them. "I'm a precog. I see stuff before it happens. Not Forcey related or anything... I can just see all the best options."

 

Jack was amused. "Hmm, fancy taking a stab at gambling when all this is over?"

 

"Not likely," Aryn retorted dryly. "You do realize what casinos do to cheaters, right?"

 

Jack chuckled. "Hey, don't worry about them. You can see them when they're coming for you anyway, right?"

 

Aryn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can we just get out of here, please?"

 

Jack nodded. "Yeah, we'd better. I hear footsteps."

 

A lone gang member skidded around a corner inside the building, his blaster at the ready. Jack ripped the blaster out of the man's hands with the Force and shot him with it. "So, precog... which way?"

 

Aryn fell silent, looking around. She gestured the direction the gang member had come from. "There's fewer of them that way," she said. Jack nodded.

 

"Good," he said. "Let's go."

[Corinthian]

Kossiyk had settled in for a slow patrol around the lower reaches of Coruscant. If he got lucky, and he was in for some luck, he might have a windfall in his hunt.

 

A few klicks from the Cantina he just left, something interesting was going down. A huge mob had formed and was pursuing a small group of individuals. Blaster bolts went back and forth, and...wait.

 

No blaster puts off that kind of light.

 

A pair of orange blades danced in and out of the mob, leaving the seared chunks of the dismembered behind. A violet blade appeared and began to dance with one of the orange ones.

 

As fascinating as the sight was, he didn't have time to observe. Kossiyk floored his speeder, pulling up and heading for a garage on an adjacent structure. It looked like they were heading that way, and setting down anywhere near here was an invitation to get his speeder stolen and taken to a chop shop.

 

Acceleration pressed him back into the thinly-padded seat. He only half-watched the growing tower in front of him, grabbing his blaster rifle off his back and attaching a scope.

 

With practiced ease, he snapped the scope on and brought the speeder to a sudden halt, hopping out and whistling a jaunty tune as he gathered up his weapons. Fortunately, this far down there wasn't enough of a Constabulary presence that he'd need to worry about hauling around this much hardware.

 

He ran to the edge of the hangar, making for a fire escape that would bring him down a few stories, giving him a low but still viable vantage point from which to cover the fleeing Jedi.

 

That crowd made him uneasy, though. Most of them couldn't hit the broad side of a Star Destroyer from twenty meters away, as evidenced by the amount of blaster bolts spattering relatively close to him.

 

This is gonna be ugly.

[DrPhil2501]

It all happened so fast in Vin's eyes. A battle had just taken place between gang members and three Jedi... or people who just simply liked the feel of a Lightsaber in their grasp. Vin especially noted aside from the two young girls was a familiar looking man. He saw him at the Jedi Temple a few times, and had recently heard reports he left the temple.

 

As soon as the three fled, Vin wondered if he should follow; intrigued with the idea whether he should help Jack.

 

Vin fled the scene as well, spotting the group and followed them in the shadows without their detection. He had just managed to see from a distance Jack disarming a thug and shot him with his own blaster.

[SkywalkerRules]

After she fought the mob, using her father's lightsaber, Rena ran with Aryn and Jack inside the corner of a building. She hung her head down, thinking about what she done.

 

"I... I never killed anybody before. Even... with a lightsaber." Rena sighed, and kept her head down. How did she do that? It was like a spirit took over her father's lightsaber... guiding her to fight in combat.

 

Rena finally looked up at Aryn and Jack, silently.