Star Wars: Dawn of the New Republic

[Kalistar]

Pryce smiled at the question and Kaylee defending him.

"It's a legitimate question. I honestly did not know the Jedi were in fact here. I caught wind of the rebellion having a base on Yavin and as I said I was on my way here when I was marooned. After I was able to leave, it was the only place I knew to go. So I figured it was as good a place to begin as any. Either I'd find the Jedi because the Rebels won the war, or I'd find the Empire. In case of the latter I would then make a new plan. I find it best not to think too far ahead, best to deal with the now."

Pryce took a few bites of food. It was by far the best thing he had eaten in many years.

"It makes sense. I'm just glad that I found you when I did..." Kayle pauses, a big smile crossing her face. "So, um-maybe from now on you should let someone else fly you around." Kaylee jokes, with her new friend. The others laughed as well, including Pryce who understood the joke.

"Well, can worry about that later. I'd like you to meet Master Skywalker, unfortunately, as you know he's off-world at the moment. I'm hoping to hear from him soon though." Corran Horn said as he cut into his food.

Master Horn, I was hoping to maybe show Pryce around the academy after we've finished eating, do you think that would be alright?" Kaylee asks.

"Why don't we get him situated with quarters first, then perhaps a tour of the facility would be alright." Corran said.

"Of course, Master." Kaylee says as she bows her head in respect.

So, Pryce. Tell us more about yourself. Where do you come from?" She says looking at her new friend who seemingly rushes to finish the bite of food in his mouth before he speaks again.

[Pryce Fisto]

Pryce had already eaten half of his plate at this point, he had not eaten a decent meal in years, he was sue to foraging on an asteroid, he had almost forgotten what real food tasted like. He was also eager about the plan to get him situated and then shown the Academy. When the question was asked he took a moment to answer. Up until now, he was taught to never reveal too much about himself. Of course, that was during the reign of the Empire and being a Jedi was punishable by death. He quickly corrected his thoughts and answered openly about himself, which felt good to do.

"Well, I was born on Felucia, so I guess I could call that 'home'. My mother survived their after being attacked in Order 66. She was taken in by some local Gossams but died during the difficult birthing process. Hybrids were very rare at the time so they were playing my birth by ear. I was then taken by my first Master when I was still very young and I've been traveling and training ever since." He finished his answer and wondered what his new friends would think about his unusual past.

[Nitemare Shape]

Luke's shoulder stung from where the stray blaster bolt had grazed him, but that was the least of his problems. A second attacker had made his presence known and was closing in on the Jedi Master.

Well, this is just great. Luke thought to himself, still reeling not only from the blaster bolt, but from that monsterous shriek that had shaken the Temple to its foundations. It was almost as if this new assailant had assaulted him with a concentrated darkside energy, and the attack had left him feeling slightly unsteady on his feet.

Suddenly, a third man made his presence known, addressing both of his attackers. At first, Luke assumed that the silver haired Zabrak was just another assailant, but then he spoke.



Luke could sense that the bounty hunter was just as surprised as he was by the Zabrak's sudden appearance, and Luke took advantage of the sudden distraction, gripping the bounty hunter's blaster piston with the Force and hurling it across the chamber. Then, he used used the Force to again hurl the bounty hunter herself across the chamber. With the bounty hunter out of the way, at least for the moment, Luke again turned his attention to the darksider.

Lightsabers clashed as Luke deflected a blow from the mysterious darksider's blade that would have otherwise decapitated him. Unfazed by the Jedi's deflection, Luke's assailant came back at him with a flurry of quick attacks, all of which the Jedi Master blocked with ease.

"What is it that you want?" Skywalker asked his attacker, but was only met with silence as the darksider pressed his attack.

The darksider, with a fury in his eyes, began to swing his weapon wildly at Luke, wild attacks that were more born from frustration than anything else, and Luke was easily able to defend against them. Whoever this mysterious attacker was, one thing was clear to Luke: He was inexperienced and wild. Luke doubted that the attacker had any real training with the darkside, or if he did, it was very limited.

Across the great chamber, the bounty hunter watched Skywalker and the darksider face off against one another. When she first attacked Skywalker, and had been nearly taken out of her boots she thought that she may have been in over her head afterall. In fact, she couldn't believe her luck when the mysterious darksider had struck. She thought that with the dark jedi serving as a distraction, she would be able to claim her prize, Luke Skywalker himself.

Then she remembered, yet another interloper. This one appeared to be helping Skywalker. She looked over to where he had first appeared, and saw him heading toward her. She gritted her teeth as she got to her feet, her blaster drawn, and ran toward the silver haired Zabrak.

[sartorous]

The two assailants didn't seem to be backing down. So... he would have to fight alongside the famous Luke Skywalker. He wondered why he had thrown himself forward like that to help someone else when he could have just turned around and walked away; maybe it was the Force or maybe it was because it was two on one. Whatever it was didn't really matter at this point, since he was already standing between Skywalker and one of his attackers. Argus turned to glance at Skywalker for a split second and missed the moment when he gripped the Bounty Hunter with the Force and flung her across the room. He turned back around at the sound of the woman hitting the wall and then the floor. She got to her feet slowly and stared at Skywalker intently. It was obvious she wanted Skywalker dead, more than a contract would demand. With a slight movement, she was staring at Argus, and then she was running straight for him.

Gripping his pistol tighter, Argus ran at her head on. He leaped into the air and brought his knee up at her chin. She bent backward and dodged the blow, but as she did, Argus straightened his leg out and kicked her in the stomach. She reeled, gripping the spot his kick had hit then charged again, bringing the butt of his pistol down at his head. He ducked quickly and grabbed her wrist with his free hand, and, dropping his pistol, Argus turned and threw the Bounty Hunter over his shoulder onto the ground. Her armor made a dull thud as she hit the floor and rolled away from him. Argus bent down to pick his pistol up while the woman was dazed and on the ground. When he stood back up with his pistol leveled, he was suddenly hit in the stomach by the woman's shoulder. She had stood up and charged him, all in the instance when he bent to pick his pistol up.

He wrapped his arms around her, locking his hand together at her stomach, and slammed his feet to the ground. He bent backwards and swung her over him, letting go right before her head hit the ground. She went rolling across the ground more violently than before. This time, Argus dove across the ground to grab his pistol quicker. He used his momentum to roll into a crouching position with his pistol leveled. He kept his sights trained on the Bounty Hunter as they both stood. She had no gun, and Argus had his pointed at her head. It was over.

"It's over. Just walk away."

[Nitemare Shape]

The band played a toe tapping number from the bandstand, yet most of the patrons paid them little mind. They instead focused on their drinks, or the conversation going on behind them, or even the sabacc games going on throughout the cantina.

Joren and the others sat in their booth as they ate their meals. As usual, Dono and Nyna made small talk as they ate, joking and flirting through their meal, as they had done since the day they had met. It was an old habit, and if either had been asked, it was all they could do to keep some sense of normalcy after the events that had driven them from their homes.

However, across the table, Joren and Kelsa sat in stark contrast to their friends. Each, still recovering from the shock of their collective losses sat in silence. Joren silently ate his nerf steak, while Kelsa moved her food around on the plate with her fork, not really eating much of anything. Though Joren was suffering from the loss of his mother, at the moment he was more concerned about Kelsa, who has barely said a word since they escaped the Hounds and their Imperial sponsors.

He was about to say something to Kelsa when the sounds of breaking dishes and loud laughter began echoing through the cantina. Joren and the others looked in the direction of the noise, and found several patrons standing around the younger barmaid. They were taunting the pretty young barmaid, lightly shoving her between them.

Joren had seen enough. He got to his feet and approached the drunken troublemakers.

"That's enough. Leave her alone." He said as he reached them.

"Make us." One of the patrons said with a cocky smirk etched across his face.

For days, a rage had been building within Joren Kel, threatening to violently explode at the slightest provocation. The drunken patron who had reacted to Joren's interference stepped forward and shoved him.

"Piss off." He said as he chucked to his buddies.

Joren didn't respond. He simply struck out at the drunken bully, hitting the first with a hard right cross, enhanced by a small push with the Force, that sending the man flying through the air, crashing hard through a table several yards away. The other belligerent patrons moved together to fight off Joren, but were stalled by the appearance of Dono, in his full Mandalorian regalia, on the scene. The drunken patrons picked their fallen comrade up off of the cantina's dirty floor and began slowly backing away from the altercation.

"This isn't over." The man who seemed to lead the drunks said as they made their way through the door.

"We've gotta get you guys out of here." The barmaid said to Joren as she gripped his arm, imploring him to follow. She was a pretty girl of about 20 or so, yet there was something in her eyes. One could see that she had seen a lot in her time, and was far older than her actual age. "They'll be back, and they'll bring friends." she finished as she lead Joren and Dono, who had been joined by Nyna and Kelsa after the scuffle had ended.

"Where to?" Nyna asked the young woman as they made their way through the back door of the cantina into the night air.

"My place." She said, then paused for a moment. "Thanks for the help by the way, I'm Bria." She said leading the way through the streets of Mos Eisley as introductions took place.