Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Why'nn moved to the cockpit and kept an eye on the movements of the Mandalorian ship, noticing only a few seconds before landing the signature of what seemed to be an old man walking through the snow. 'What is a blind man doing in the middle of nowhere?' She cast out with the Force to try and ascertain the identity of the man, but came up with nothing but his presence. The ship set down. "Someone's out there, can't tell if he's a threat, but we should be on our guard." She stood upright, making sure she had all of her normal gear on her person. "I'll interrogate him. See if he knows anything." As the exit ramp lowered, she started toward it.
 
Connor reached down under his cloak and grabbed his face mask that he always wore on missions and put it on. If there was someone out there, he didn't want them to see his face. Flipping up his hood, he followed Why'nn down the ramp, keeping a hand near the hilt of one of his lightsabers as he did so. Even though his mask didn't cover his mouth, it still modulated his voice slightly to sound a bit deeper and more mechanical. "Keep your wits about you, Why'nn. I don't trust this situation that we are walking into. Old men can be deceiving..." However, he didn't slow his pace, but instead kept up with her.
 
Ini made a show of falling backwards into the snow as if in surprise as the ship touched down. Afterwards, he scrabbled around randomly in the snow, trying to "find" his "lost" cane as he watched the two young Sith approach him out of the corner of his eye. After a while, he started shouting into the tundra.


"Who's there? Hello? I've dropped my cane! Is anyone there? Help!"


As he did this, he made a few quick observations about the group.


Two of them, a male and a female, both appear to be of human descent. Young, likely still apprentices. The female leads, likely the dominant one of the pair. Too young and too few to be a hit squad. I'll have to see if I can find out what their purpose is.
 
Why'nn frowned at the old man falling. "He won't live to tell this tale," she responded, keeping her voice low as she walked out onto the snow. Though she would've normally begun by shocking such a weakling to establish dominance, for some reason she hesitated, then, instead, used the Force to move his cane further away from him. 'Why don't I want to hurt him?' The thought angered her, but not enough to strike out. Maybe it was the day... This day was always hard. She stepped forward, coming between the old man and his cane and knelt down, taking hold of the man's face and forcing him to look at her. "I'm feeling merciful today, so if you answer my questions like a good boy I might let you live." In her dark mood she could not find the heart to channel lightning through her hand and into this man's head. Her anger wasn't burning like usual. Though her face held a smile and there was sadism in her eyes, she was truly feeling frustrated and more than a little lost.
 
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Ini frowned slightly as the yound Sith sent his cane flying away from him. When she grabbed him by the face, he change his expression to one of fear, though he truly felt rather calm.


Ah. The casual cruelty of a young Sith. All shiny lightsabers, fancy force powers, and no self-control.





What he actually said was much different however, spoken in a somewhat panicky voice that he'd practiced many times in this disguise.


"Oh dear... who are you? What do you want? Please, I beseech you, do not hurt me. I am simply an old blind wanderer."
 
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Connor walked down the ramp and watched as she moved the old man's cane. She had a point about questioning him. It was odd to find an old man in such a strange environment. Usually older people liked warm places. That was when he sensed...something off. He walked closer and inspected the old man. "Gundark...Hold on a second." Connor walked forward and helped the old man to his feet. He looked him directly in the face and spoke, his voice still modulated by the mask. "Seems a little strange for an old man to want to be on this planet. Quite the inhospitable place. You could freeze to death in an instant." Connor placed a hand on one of his lightsabers as he looked at the old man. "Care to explain why you're 'wandering' here?"
 
'I can't feel fear in you... What is going on?' Why'nn glared. This wasn't a good situation, something was very off and she reached for her lightsaber, ready to pull it out and attack at a moment's notice. He didn't feel like a helpless old man and, looking back, she sent his cane further away. Stepping back, she kept an eye on the cane and the man. If anything happened with it, if this man happened to be force sensitive or, worse, a Jedi, she would be ready.
 
Still playing the part of the feeble old man, Ini stood in a stooped position, one hand on Connor's shoulder, leaning heavily against him.


"Thank you young man. You concern for my safety is kind, but unnecessary. Though my eyes are not what they used to be, I have traveld the legth and breath of this tundra so many times, I do not need my eyes to find my way.


This was a question that Ini Ma'at had been asked even before he'd arrived here. Why did he want to go to Hoth? Well, the truth was that the planet was remote, and he could easily avoid the conflicts between Sith and Jedi out here. Of course, that half of his answer wasn't really safe to say. The other half on the other hand...


"I am a scavenger, I've lived here for years. I collect old pieces of scrap, and I tinker with them, thought these days I usually just sell them to explorers in exchange for supplies. It used to be easier in my youth, but I still manage."


Ini then 'slipped' and fell back into the snow, scrabbling around at the earth again.


"Oh, blast it! Where is that cane?"
 
Why'nn glanced to Connor, then grabbed the old man's cane. It was strong. Felt like a weapon, but she supposed it could fit in with the story of being a scavenger. The girl tested it in her hands but it did not break. Well, a sturdy walking stick was necessary on Hoth, especially for a man so old and withered. "We're wasting our time, Rancor. Kill him and let's move on." 'Do we really want to kill him? He's an insignificant old man...' Her indecision would be palpable to Connor. He would feel she wasn't serious about the suggestion.
 
"The Sith Ship landed about 2 clicks from some sort of cave." The pilot called over the commlink, Chuka nodded and hit the button to open the ramp, the cold air blasting into the cabin though he wouldn't feel the cold but felt the wind buffeting him. "Jump when ready, we're about 1 click from them and about 200 meters off the deck." The warrior stepped the edge and then over, letting the wind whip away from the craft. He twisted through the air to right himself knowing he had only a few seconds before he hit the ice and snow. With about 30 feet to the snow he got into a feet down orientation and hot the booster his pack, flaring out to land in a kneeling crouch. Reaching back he shouldered his assault rifle and scanned the immediate area, then called over the com. "I'm on the ground, take a holding pattern and wait for my signal for extraction." He moved to a snow berm and laid out flat and set his optical scanner and quickly found the Sith, their ship, and an old man. "Looks like someones about to have a bad day."


The ship flew over the Sith and the old man, did a quick loop and then flew back in the direction of the other salvage crews.
 
Connor gave the slightest shake of his head, then looked to the old man. Something just wasn't feeling right. He knew there was something to do with the Force on this planet, more than just the Holocron the sought. He looked hard at the old man, it was too much of a coincidence that this man would be here at the same time, and he could feel Why'nn's indecision. Connor took the walking stick from Why'nn and looked it over. "You must understand something...Ordinarily we wouldn't go around harming helpless old men, but I'm not so sure you're helpless. I believe you need this cane, but you don't have the air of some frail old man. I can sense that much, and it's what I don't sense that has me worried." Connor glanced at Why'nn. "Well, Gundark...I'm not sure I buy his story, but I don't have evidence to say otherwise. Should we give him his cane?"
 
Ini felt a bit of tension creep into the back of his neck. He was more than aware of where his lightsaber was hidden within the folds of his cold weather gear, however he reached for it with neither his hands, nor the force. Doing so would only alert these two novice Sith. He had little doubt that he could best them in a fight, but he would much rather avoid conflict. If a fight were to break out, he couldn't let them leave this planet, or he would run the risk of having a real Sith hit squad show up at his doorstep.


Ini sat back on his knees looking up at the two.


"Well of course I need my staff. I can't very well know where I'm going without it. If push comes to shove, it is useful for fending off some of the wild beasts of Hoth too. Not wampas though. You want to steer clear of those."
 
HK-50-01 was incisive on his selections of explosives. He really wanted a permacreate detonator , but that would require him to give up one of his standard weapons. That was unacceptable. But he would have to carry at least five regular mines if he wanted the same power. Which would take up more room and be lengthier to set up , for him anyway. Blast. I didn't account for explosives. So which to replace... Which to replace indeed. At that moment he found himself wishing for a weapon that was a blaster rifle/grenade launcher and a Sniper Rifle. But that probably wouldn't exist until he was approaching four thousand years of age. So he weighed the negatives and positives.


The sniper rifle was long ranged and suited well for the icy expanses of Hoth. The blaster was mid-range and had an attachment. So the blaster was irreplaceable. The Grenades were all very useful themselves , and he didn't want to part with the Heavy Repeater - which he decided wouldn't take up body space anyway. The ammunition magazines were all needed as well , if he was to face the hundreds he assumed he would. The thermals wouldn't cut the task of exploding an entire Generator , but they could easily dispatch a small number of hostiles. The one thing he thought would be alright to go was the Conner Net launcher. That would only be useful against Jedi specifically , and the stun and gas grenades could work similarly. So he reluctantly replaced that as , and picked up a permacreate detonator.. Until he realized that was only one explosion. So he picked out the five mines instead , and pilfered two triggers that would link with as many mines as he wanted them to. That would work.


So he traveled to the Landing Ramp , and waited for the others. And waited. And waited. By the time ten minutes had passed he realized they had already left. So he opened the doors and walked out , before sealing and locking the ramp catch. He walked rapidly to where he saw them , with an older fellow. As he got closer he noticed the older fellow was an Arkanian. What in Death's Name is an elderly Arkanian doing on a frozen world such as Hoth? Something was off here that HK-50 wasn't sure of. So he would ask them what was going on. Would they be using code names? Why? We'll be killing everyone we meet anyway... Won't we? I guess it's better just to refer to them as.. I will not risk Mistress' ire by referring to Why'nn as mistress. Especially since this is my week to leave all that on Korriban..


HK-50-01 spoke then , in his regular tone. His eyes were yet still orange. "Query/aploligetics : sorry- Code name? I want to be Prototype- I thought I didn't take a long time to pick between a permacreate detonator and five mines... Picked the mines and replaced Conner nets. Who is this Elderly fellow here? Something's off about an Arkanian in his elderly years being on Hoth. Who are you , Arkanian? Please tell me. Actually , why haven't we killed him yet? I thought we were going to kill everyone we see..."
 
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This was his mission, his command. "You know better than to play with your food," she almost sang. Her hand was on her lightsaber now. Things were going to change rapidly, and soon. She could feel the hum in the air, like something was about to happen. Still, she didn't like the idea of giving the man the walking stick back. "Prototype is right. Just kill him." None of her usual ire was behind the statement.
 
Despite the fact that an order had just been given to kill him, Ini Ma'at had a peaceful smile on his face.


"Dear children, I had hoped we could've avoided this. If you must know, I came to this planet, to escape situations exactly like this."


Ini Ma'at stood up perfectly straight, cracking his neck as he rose. Then, with a gathering of force energy, he leapt high into the air, above the height of their ship, back flipping and landing on the snow behind him. As he sailed through the air, two things happened.


First, with a great pulling, Ini's cane was ripped from Connor's grip by a force much greater than he'd ever felt before, flying over to the hands of it's owner. Second, the glowing blue blade of a Jedi Knight flared to life in Ini's hands. When Ini's feet touched the ground, he quickly snapped the blade of the lightsaber onto the end of the cane, forming a seven foot long weapon consisting of the four foot cane as the haft, and the three foot lightsaber as the blade. Ini fell into a battle stance.


"I can tell by your age and you boldness that you two are young. However, though it saddens me to extinguish youths with such potential, I'm afraid must kill all three of you, before you can report my location back to your masters. I apologize for this."
 
Chuka watched the events unfold silently through the optical scanner. "He's a damn Jedi?" He shook his head and slowly started making his way closer. IF there was going to be clash between the Sith and Jedi he wanted a good viewing, plus it would be easier to follow them to their prize once they finished. Chuka kept his weapon up at the ready as he hustled to within 200 meters behind a snow berm, peeking over the top of the with his rifle shoulder augmenting the capabilities of the optical scanner. "Better record this for Jace, in case he wants to study their techniques." He kept his voice low, he like speaking out loud while on mission, an odd quirk he picked up years ago.
 
Why'nn's hand was on her weapon before the Jedi landed, pulling out and igniting both sides. 'I don't want to fight you!' Though she had trained against other Sith apprentices (most often Connor) and even some against her mother, the girl felt woefully unprepared for this fight. As she spun her blade, getting the hang of this new environment, she found herself analyzing the situation and trying to figure out how to end this peacefully. 'Peacefully?! Peace is a lie!' But was it? The conflict within her was stopping her from being able to properly prepare. "We aren't here for you!" she shouted. 'Do we fight? I'm not going to rush him. That would be death...' Something her father said once came to mind. "There is purpose in death." She shook her head. 'What's going on? He's DEAD!' With that thought, she charged the Jedi.
 
(Points to anyone who's seen Trigun)


As the optical scanner recorded the details of Ini's face, a file popped out of Chuka's database, marked MATCH.


The file read as such.


WANTED: Jedi Master Ini Ma'at


Location: Unknown updating... Hoth


Client: The Sith Empire


Bounty: $$ 60 Billion


Details: Ini Ma'at is a former Jedi Master, and is considered extremely dangerous. Ma'at is a master of hand-to-hand and lightsaber combat, capable of taking on both singular and large groups of foes. While his force powers are limited in their variety, the powers Ini does have mastery over he is capable of wielding with extreme power and skill. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! DO NOT ENGAGE ALONE!


__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________


As she approached him, Why'nn felt something else. A sort of calm serenity that stood in complete contrast to the Dark Side of the Force. It wrapped her anger in a sort of cool, calm feeling, making it difficult to call upon the powers of the Dark Side.


Ini easily turned aside and blocked Why'nn's rather clumsy swinging. This girl wasn't just an apprentice, she was green as grass, probably had never fought outside of training. As he blocked her strikes, he countered with a swift kick aimed at her face that would send her falling back down the snowdrift Ini stood atop.


"Oh, I know you aren't here for me. If you were, you would've attacked me on sight. And they would've sent more than two apprentices and an assassin droid. However, I cannot have you reporting me to your masters. I am truly sorry is has to be this way."
 
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HK-50-01 watched everything in flashes. First was his joy that they accepted his nicknames and suggestions. He was ready to kill the being , ready to kill anything. Was not he built for it? So he charged his heavy blaster rapidly and joyously , ready to fire the moment Connor agreed. Treated well and allowed to kill? Wonderful wonderful! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!


And then what happened next was a complication. Firstly he didn't fancy being anyone's child if he didn't know them. And secondly.. Who the FRIP would be going all the way to Hoth to kill one elderly Arkanian. Of course he realized why when the being somersaulted into the air.. This being was a Jedi of some kind. And when the pole came free and the Lightsaber attached , he recognized the form. The only Jedi he had ever had difficultly killing WAS Jedi who used Echani forms like the one here. And then he said he was going to kill all of them without looking any deeper into the situation. Just like a Jedi.. He was fine with his own death.. But Why'nn dying brought him one thought - no no no Why'nn is going to die no no no NO NO! HE WON'T TAKE HER FROM ME NONE SHALL ILL KILL THEM ALL KILL THEM ALL!


He stood hoping the being would do what no Jedi did and actually not be a hypocrite. Why apologize for something you do without even bothering to ask any deeper? WE ARENT EVEN HERE TO KILL YOU! BUT I WILL! DEATH TO ANYONE WHO HARMS WHY'NN! DEATH TO THEM ALL! so it was with this thought he started firing the massive cannon he held , as Why'nn charged. He yelled out as well , in an angry , saddened voice. He spoke as the Jedi did , overlapping each other. "PLEA/PREFIX UNA- OVERRIDE! DON'T YOU KILL WHY'NN YOU HYPROCRITICAL JEDI! SHE'S ALL I HAVE BUT YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND YOU SHUN LOVE ACCEPTANCE YOU DESERVE TO DIE FOR EVEN THINKING OF KILLING THE ONE PERSON I LIVE FOR IF YOU KILL HER I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR ECHANI ARTS , THEN MYSELF! KILL YOU THEN MYSELF NO ONE SHALL HARM WHY'NN LEAST OF ALL A JEDI WHO DOESNT EVEN LOOK AND REALIZE WE ARENT HERE FOR HIM! DEATH UPON YOU! OH AND SORRY? JEDI ARE NEVER SORRY THEY TAKE EVERYONE FROM YOU BROTHER CHILDREN FIRST MASTER NEXT NOW WHY'NN! I WONT HAVE IT NEVER HAVE IT! WHY'NN! - GO ON AND LEAVE HIM TO ME! I WONT SEE YOU DIE TO HIM! GO NOW!
 
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Connor immediately ignited both his lightsabers, the red and purple blades hissing to life, and ran along with Why'nn. Connor jumped into the air using the Force and landed behind the man. Surrounding him would probably be the best course of action. No matter how powerful this Jedi was, everyone had their limits. Two Sith and an Assassin droid should prove quite the challenge indeed. As Connor took his normal fighting stance, he swung his red blade down at the Jedi's head, while bringing the purple one up for a stab in the gut. Despite HK-50-01's request that he be left to deal with the Jedi, he couldn't risk the droid being taken out and having this man come after them. No. There was strength in numbers. He and Why'nn may be young, but they've handled their share of tough fights.
 
Jace meanwhile was still in the midst of his mission, currently the shuttle was now entering the hangar of the larger transport. Jace quickly then set to dispatching the crew and put the ship on autopilot. He hid once more as it landed and two more pirates came onboard to inspect it. Jace then slipped out behind them. He was shocked when the alarm went off so early thinking he must have set it off when an announcement came on the intercomm followed by the ship rocking. The pirate fleet was under attack, this was the confusion Jace needed.


This only got better as he caught sight of his target sprinting from the Hangar, Jace quickly followed with his force enhanced speed. The next time he saw his target was a green light, he fired the hook from his gauntlet which latched onto the pirate commander and dragged him right back to Jace. Jace quickly pinned the weequay under his foot. The commander replied "So this is the moment I die or are you after all the merchandise on my ship? Either way if you don't kill me now I will kill you later."


Jace mentally commended the resolve of the Commander as the pirate did not beg for his life. Jace was almost sorry he had to kill him. "For Mandalore." Jace exhaled. He drew his darksaber wanting the pirate to die by his best weapon. He then impaled the pirate in the stomach and watched the light go from the ambitious fool's eyes.


Jace now had to make his escape. He made his way back to the hangar and towards a simple on seat star fighter. He used the force to pull the pirate climbing into it right out of it. He jumped into the pilot's seat and then quickly proceeded to take off preparing to go back to Hoth to back up Chucka. As he looked back he saw that it was Mandalorian Warships assaulting the pirate fleet. Jace couldn't believe it the point of this mission was to cut off the head and divide the pirates but now this would only unite them against Mandalore. He would have find out who's bright idea it was to assault the fleet with warships. They were probably simply after the salvaged merchandise, they could have easily waited a few days to a few weeks for the pirates to start fighting amongst themselves to pick them off one by one taking the merchandise then.


Now frustated he piloted the starfighter back into Hoth atmosphere. He radioed Chuka. "Hey give me your coordinates my mission is done coming to back you up."
 
Why'nn found herself falling backwards, but there was no anger to take from her, simply confusion and a division. But she did spring to her feet, recalling her father's lessons. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let this new feeling of Force flow through her. When she opened her eyes again, she moved with confidence, moving as her father's holos taught her. This new mindset would be entirely strange to Connor. There wasn't anger, but controlled emotion. She didn't try to call the lightning, but she was also no longer aiming to kill. Her father's words, the bit she had remembered just a portion of, came to her mind and filled her with strength. 'Flowing through all, there is balance. There is no peace without a passion to create. There is no passion without peace to guide. Knowledge stagnates without strength to act. Power blinds without serenity to see. There is freedom in Life. There is purpose in Death. The Force is all things and I am the Force.' She thrust her arm out, attempting to push the old man off balance, toward Connor.
 
Ini easily blocked the barraged of fire sent at him from the assassin droid's weapon, sending a blot back at the droid that impacted the weapon, leaving it completely unusable, with a large smoking hole in the side of it. Ini then turned to deal with the male Sith, only to feel a hard shove from behind him.


So... this girl had potential beyond the Dark Side? Interesting.


Ini rode the force of the push, using it to push himself off the ground, vaulting over Connor's head and sending his own force push into the young Sith's back. The wave of energy pushed him into Why'nn, and the two rolled back down the snow drift in a mess of snow and tangle bodies.


"So." Ini said, staring down at them from the top of the snow drift. "Might I ask what a pair of Sith apprentices are doing on this frozen bantha pie of a planet?"
 
Connor began to stumble forward but managed to catch himself just before he toppled onto the ground or onto Why'nn. He could feel a different energy coming from her that was not the Dark Side. Rather than dwell on it, he focused back on the old man. Disengaging his lightsabers and clipping them to his belt, Connor took a deep breath, and drew upon the Dark Side of the Force. With that power he used it to create a massive snow wall and hurl it toward the old man. Connor was beginning to get very angry by how easily this Jedi seemed to be avoiding their attacks. However, he didn't stop with one wall of snow. No. He threw three more walls almost the same size toward the man. The planet was a frozen wasteland. Who knew how deep the snow went. Anger was all he could feel.
 
HK-50-01 was in combat mode entirely , not responding to words. He watched as the Jedi received a push from Why'nn to Connor , and used its momentum to fly over the Boy's head. Bolts from his weapon came back and caused his giant weapon to sputter and die , so he decided to get last use out of it and threw it at the Jedi , though the gap left where a fourth wall of Ice wasn't. His combat focused mind found the ice walls impressive , but in a cold and emotionless way. He took out his Tystel and pounded the energy pack until it exploded , which took 15 shots , and then shot the remaining five though the cloud of debris. He then took two gas grenades and one stun grenade and threw them into the debris as well , both detonating when they hit the calming ball of flames.


Suddenly he has inspiration. He flipped out his left arm Vibroknife and tore out his vibrosword , yelling a loud Rakatani battle cry roughly meaning 'YOUR KNOWLEDGE WILL BE MINE' - which largely meant to a Rakatan that he would be consuming the other beings' flesh. In he charged - not caring the ice walls could bury him , too -and started wildly swinging , in a rage and grief that Why'nn could die. He wasn't sure what he would do if she died. This paused him before he stabbed with the knife. He puntuated every strike with words in Rakatani , words that only Why'nn and Connor would understand.


These words meant , in and aguished tone , "PRE-OVERRIDE YOU WONT TAKE WHY'NN FROM ME NEVER NEVER NEVER WHY'NN GO BEFORE YOU GET HURT MISTRESS WILL HURT ME FOR THAT AND I WILL WANT IT MISSION TO PROTECT YOU LEAVE NOW I HAVE THIS CANT DIE ANYWAY! GO GO GO PLEASE!"
 
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