Space E-war

[dinoman666]

Jolee nodded. "That I am." He arched a brow at Grievous. "I thought the Empire--" "The TGDA drove the Empire out long ago," Grievous replied hotly. "They are nothing compared to my droid armies." Jolee paused, before saying, "Well, that's good to hear. Maybe I can finally come out of hiding after 10 years on this mudball." Grievous decided not to reply to that, letting Serephir continue with the Koult, while he looked around. He stopped, staring at a strange shimmer in the air behind the Jedi. Blinking a couple times, the cyborg looked again, but the shimmer was gone. Thinking it was just a mirage, he turned his attention back on Jolee...

The shuttle soon landed, extending its spiky landing legs and opening its rear hatch. The commando sprinted onboard, as did the B1s. "All aboard," the commando said, waving at the little machine.

[The Kingpin]

"Do you know of other Jedi who are still alive after the Empire's 'Witch hunts'?" asked Serephir, his hawkish golden coloured eyescatching the shimmer behind the Koult, though ignoring it for now...

[TyrannoTitan]

The machine happily followed them, floating on board the vessel silently.

The man gulped down the drink once more, paying little attention to the strange way the bartender was serving the beverage, instead simply enjoying his drink...

[C S]

"Another?" Kystion asked the man, a hand raised and ready to whip out some more of the elixer. Another being sat at the bar, three seats over from the tattered stranger. The being was covered in corse black fur. It had no shirt on, only grey pants with tears all about it. It seemed like a wolf, only bipedal with large muscles at the shoulders and arms and lacking a tail. It barked "Gimme a 9-Moon Trip!" Kystion looked away from the hooded patron to the rack, skimming over the labels underneath the assorted bottles until he got to 9-Moon Trip, flicking a wrist. The bottle, tall and green shook, the cork flying off as a torrent of its contents poured into a mug. Clenching his hand into a fist, the drink froze, not cracking the glass mug suprisingly. Kystion then swung his arm about, the mug flying off the shelf and onto the table, sliding to the wolf like creature, the drink suddenly reverting back to a chilled liquid. The wolf raised a bushy eye brow at the display, but like the stranger down the table, began to gulp down its beverage...

[dinoman666]

The shuttle quickly took off, leaving the planet's atmosphere and heading for Sassk's ship. "Aright, get us out of here as soon as we have that shuttle on board."

Jolee shook his head, frowning. "The only one I've had any news of was my former Master, Rud Badur, but I don't know where he's disappeared to..."

[TyrannoTitan]

The man nodded, waiting for the bartender to refill the glass, paying little attention to any of the others at the bar.

The small machine continued to float inside the shuttle, having a hard time staying in one place, considering the shuttle's own movements interfered with its ability to hover...

[C S]

The glass shook suddenly, more of the drink flying into it, Kystion relaxing his arm. This bar tending thing was giving him excerise for his power. It was impressive enough amongst the Ascatians to control liquids beyond water alone. To keep doing it over and over again was extraordinary...

[dinoman666]

As the shuttle landed inside Sassk's ship, the TGDA Task Force turned and leaped back into Hyperspace towards Trandosha, while the Malevolence, and the mysterious stealth ship watching the scene, headed towards Florn...

Grievous was about to reply to the Jedi with a smart remark about how Rud had been slain at his hands, before Jolee suddenly stiffened with a gasp of surprise and pain. He dropped the Lightsaber hilt in his hand and looked down in shock at the shimmering twin spikes that seemed to emerge from his chest, the only sign of them being visible being the blood that dripped, hissing, off of the plasma that made up the prongs. The invisible energy blade had already been pulled out of the Jedi's corpse, when the commandos opened fire over Jolee's shoulder, despite his body hanging suspended in the air. The blaster bolts were mostly deflected off of an energy shield that flared up, and the massive, shimmering form behind Jolee would dissipate, revealing decorated, silver armor for a moment, before vanishing again. Suddenly, Jolee's body was thrown forward, into Serephir, who was the closest, knocking him down. The shimmer seemed to vanish as the hulking alien sprinted off in some direction, back into the surrounding foliage. The attack had happened so fast that even Grievous and Lissarkh were confused as to what had just happened. As the commandos watched the treeline, rifles raised, Grievous heaved Serephir up, shoving Jolee's corpse unceremoniously out of the way. "Are you alright, General?" the cyborg asked, looking over his shoulder and back towards where the attack had happened...

[TyrannoTitan]

The bottle itself rocketed off the shelf, the man outstretching a hand, catching the bottle by its neck, before placing it down in front of him. "Your efforts at being noticed are annoying." he stated plainly to the barkeep, gulping down the liquid currently in the glass.

[C S]

Kystion's dead black eyes widened. He felt a sudden jolt from the man as he brought the bottle to himself. "Amazing!" He grumbled. "I didnt take you as one who can use telepathy-"

The wolf being slammed his hand down, the clatter of coins heard on the table. He wiped his maw on his arm and burped loudly. With a sigh, he hopped off of his seat and headed for the exit.

"-You know, if you had done that earlier, you'd have saved me the effort of using my own abillities..." Kystion growled to the man, wondering why he needed to drink so much to begin with...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Earlier, I would've cared. Now I don't." the man replied blankly, refilling the glass once more before gulping the liquid down.

[C S]

Kystion was about to reply to that, but then he gave into his curiosity. "Life must be pressing you pretty hard if you need to drink so much... what's wrong ,may I ask?" The green scaled alien hissed...

[TyrannoTitan]

"No you may not. Its none of your concern." the man replied, still indifferent, as he continued to drink.

[C S]

"You aren't kind to your liver, given your race has one...or more. I'd atleast want to offer some help with what your going through...life hasnt been going my way either, but binge drinking doesnt solve anything!" Kystion remarked to the hooded figure. He felt obliged to talk to the man, the strange energy was somewhat alluring to the Ascatian drifter.

[TyrannoTitan]

"I don't drink because I feel sorry for myself. I drink because its the only enjoyment I have during the day. Which you seem intent on ruining." the man replied, wiping his unseen mouth with his sleeve...

[C S]

"Theres gotta be better things to do with your life other than drinking...the galaxy hasnt gotten THAT bad yet.." Kystion replied, confused at the man's aloofness...

[TyrannoTitan]

"You have come to the wrong place with a mindset like that." the man replied, referring to the planet they were now on...

[C S]

"Even on dust balls like this planet, theres opportunities for something...more..." Kystion replied, thinking back to his personal goals...

[The Kingpin]

"I'm fine but our small blue friend here isn't" said Serephirm having managed to brace himself so that he didn't completely fall to the ground. "The Question is who attacked. Sergeant, mark a Landing Zone for a pickup. i'll contact the nearest warship and have the hospital deck prepare to recieve our friend. there may be hope for him yet, if we hurry..." said Serephir. the Sergeant nodded, and hit a button on the side of his assault rifle before pulling a small lever to the side of the weapon, firing, a blue plasma-flare being launched, marking the salt lake itself as a landing zone...

[dinoman666]

Grievous was about to respond, when he heard the distinct whine of plasma fire. Spinning around, he managed to duck just as a tennis-ball-sized ball of green plasma sizzled past his head and slammed into the head of a nearby commando. The shot blew the droid's head clean off, and the body hadn't even hit the ground, before Grievosu barked, "Open fire!" as what looked like a wall of blue and yellow, round energy shields emerged from the tree cover on the other side of the lake, a hail of green plasma bolts and pink, needlelike projectiles flying towards the group...