Wayward Beginnings

[Colton Hunter]

((OOC: That works wonderfully, thank you ))

Colt felt the surge of energy from Blood, and sighed softly, focusing now on this energy.... his hand reached out, as he shifted the sensation his silvery-grey eye flickering red for a moment, as the Force grasped out and hit the girl not that they were stalking, but the one that he had tried to save before, and the flicker faded back to silvery-grey, barely noticed... he reached out, focusing on containing his essence... a little trickle toward this girl, Tam... She'd see a brief, simple image of several Sith, being cruel, not just to themselves, but to each other... implying that was their way, but just like that, it was gone ((Telepathy)). He flicked his wrist then, exposing a small, miniscule knife, which he pressed against Blood's back from his position.

"I don't know who you are or what you're doing, but leave them alone..." he added, he was sweating now, with keeping his essence tamped down and hidden, and trying to break through to the girl, Tam, as well... He was ready to drop the charade if needed to save the girl, he wasn't going to let the Sith forcibly take someone. If they went of their own free will, that was their foolish choice, but they'd at least have a choice.

[Noffiti Hideme]

The shock from the force on her throat brought Noffiti back to herself. Her feet dangled off the floor and her heart sped up. She panted heavily and held her throat. It only started hurting when he let go. Her feet hit the floor and her knees buckled. Her mind swam with vague memories of yelling at Blood. It was like someone else's memories had been put in her head.

She nodded at his command. "Yes, My Lord." She stood and left the shuttle without another word. She rubbed her throat, still feeling that unseen force at her airway. She didn't know what had really happened, but she may have just caused that girl to be forced into the dark side. She felt incredibly guilty about whatever she had done in the small shuttle.

She went and found a ship ready to take them back to Sojourn and waited.

[Kressara Thryn]

Too much was happening too fast. Too many people were swarming her and in a snap of anxious stress she retorted to Colton’s comment about liking her with, “Yes well unfortunately I’m not too fond of any of you! Leave me alone! All of you!” Kressara scooted further away from the girl by her side and narrowed her eyes, turning her attention to the man who grimly towered over her and spat the words, “I’m not a fool. You’re clearly just like the ones who attacked me and killed my parents! You’re with them, I know you are and if you don’t leave me alone right this instant than SO HELP ME I’ll strangle you with your own ponytail!!!”

Oh she did it now. Not only had she let slip the information that someone like him had approached her before and failed, but she also threatened a clearly powerful Sith Lord in a manner most snarky.

And then the room grew heavy with the darkness he exuded. The flaxen haired girl went pale in the face as the young lady beside her was strangled by unseen force energy. She struggled for air for so long it seemed and it was all Kressara could do but to scream at Blood. “STOP IT!” Soon the choking sensation was halted, but Kressara doubted it was her yelling at him that stopped it. The other girl conceded submissively and left to prepare a ship, leaving Kressara alone with the Sith Lord and the persistent stranger. Her heart was going a million miles a minute and despite having no chance of escape the girl nearly bolted from her seat had it not been for a firm grasp on her arm yanking her upwards. With a yelp she pleaded and hissed, begging and threatening at the same time, “Please just leave me alone! I don’t want anything to do with this! Let go NOW!”

Her voice raised and she began to thrash, twisting her arm and body so that her wrist pushed forcefully against his grip. If she could twist herself far enough it would force him to unhand her. (OOC: See basic self defense tutorials for a simple break away. Anyone would know how to do this, as it’s a common response to being grabbed for most people.) That’s when Colton brandished a knife behind Blood’s back. It would seem Kressara had a chance to escape after all, that was until a ship security guard entered the room and placed a hand on Colton’s shoulder. The guard barked out, “Sir! no weapons allowed on the ship! This is a passenger freighter, not a star destroyer! I’ll have to ask you to...say what’s going on in here? Miss, are these men giving you any trouble?”

The poor fool. He didn’t have a clue.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood felt her writhing in his arms, her squirming and twisting simply an irritant for him to be holding onto. By strange angle to his wrist and from non-existent patience, he simply let go of her. Frak holding onto the damn dame; it wasn't as if she could go anywhere, anyways-

It was then his senses rang a painful chime in his brain. It began as a sharp shrill, almost seeming loud enough for other outside of his own head to hear. However, it broke into tiny tinkles as it traveled a pulse down his back to a spot where something pointed lay against his silk shirt.
And that voice; one he swore he had encountered before, something so familiar, yet foreign.

"I don't know who you are or what you're doing, but leave them alone..."

Blood sneered at the voice, his vile voice, something viscous and beguiling slithering from his lips. "Why do I have such a tickle in my head saying that you just might be lying about halfway through that sentence?"

Blood simply couldn't put his finger on this feeling, but somehow, he just felt like he had been in the presence of this person before, but this was just unknown! He did not know this man! But he did! What a silly notion! He could only laugh a bit, despite having an entire blade to his back.
After that laugh had finished it's seconds of living, he silenced it dead.
His mind had already gotten to the bottom of this situation.

"Them, eh? Why are you trying to save Tam? Do you know what that woman has done? Or are you inferring what she has been made to do?" He was referring to the ploy she had committed to, her disguise, her being his henchwoman, but if this man had been one of the many he had come across in his evil doings, he would know that woman was not as far down the road as a few others the Sith Lord had Sired. From the distance of the entrance of the ship to their current position, it was valid to know this man had not only followed the trio onboard, but had enough time to witness how he had disciplined Bella- This man had watched a woman floating in the air, and being choked by an invisible hand, and still had the balls to not only approach him, but to threaten him. To tell a Force User what to do, and not a very nice one.

So this inferred either the man was a high grade of idiot, one itching to attempt to be a hero, or someone who had something up their sleeve-
Or hidden underneath it.

Blood no obvious weapons on him, but that was the point of them being not obvious. He also knew he was protected against regular weapons, as beskar was both light and extremely reliable against weapons up to the cutting edge of a light weapon. And if this man pulled one of such moves, he would not only lead Blood to narrow down the cesspool of who he was, but also be revealed to his capabilities. Dare such a thing occur?

The Dragon Master was most certainly trying to avoid a fight, especially in public, but this man kept intruding on his happenings. And as much as Blood wanted to put him down, he knew this was not a home world; if he got caught by authorites, he would have to massacre his way out of it with this girl, because he damn sure wasn't leaving without her. So in turn, he canted his head left and right as if nodding to a catchy beat.

"Well, Miss Kressara, considering you want this all to stop, I can guarentee it most certainly will, not only for you, but for Tam, as well. If you get aboard my ship, she will live. I won't harm a single hair on her head if you comply..."

Blood meant his word. He definitely wouldn't harm a hair on her head if the woman agreed. He eyed the Sun Pelt Woman, golden eyes looking down on her petite frame. He had completely ignored the guard.
But would Kressara make her choice willingly? Or would the sheep run further into the brambles?

[Colton Hunter]

The knife was small, nondescript, palmed in his hand, and he dug it into Blood's back, it'd actually penetrate, the material was of sturdier stuff as well, vibrating softly to cut forward... it wasn't enough to do any damage to the person wearing the armor, not even enough damage to the armor to slip all the way through, but then, he only needed part way, his thumb pressing against the pommel, to inject the tracking device his small vibroshiv actually contained. It was a favorite tool of Colt's, one that his first apprentice had been made privy too, one of his own design, one that he had given to her, while he had worked on a new one for himself. The compartment inside the hollow blade contained at least five of the small, granular objects.

"That may be so," he told Blood, hearing the sound of the guard... inwardly he swore... he could let them know that he was a Sith, and they'd surely overwhelm him, but how many lives would be lost? "Her free will is her own, moving about the galaxy and trying to conquer every mind you can is a bit outside of your reach, you should leave that to the adults of your Order," he stated, the hand not holding his knife lowered... he knew Blood's rage was impressive, it gave a Dark Sider greater power, but it also blinded them...

He touched his finger to one of the seats, and reached out... again, sweat beading on his forehead as he touched the internal systems of the ship, scrambling them... the lights would begin to flicker, the ship trembling lightly... (Battery Scramble), when the guard paused to look up at the dimming lights, plunging them into darkness, he moved, kicking backwards, his foot connecting with the man's shin, his free hand wrapping about the guard's shoulders, and he drove him, head first, into the seat before him. There was a dull crack, a thud... and he rolled him into the empty seat one of them would have been occupying... turning back to face Blood.

"As long as there's no Masters of the Sith around, you might want to go run along and ask them for help, be a good boy.." he told Blood, speaking to him as though one might a youngling, keeping his tentative grasp on hiding his signature, he reached up to remove the patch from his head, revealing a glowing crimson eye...

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti had been waiting for awhile and decided to go back inside. She told the shuttle driver he'd be paid extra to wait. He happily agreed to more money and Noffiti sneered. Such greedy people.

She returned to the shuttle where everyone was, hoping nothing drastic had happened. She found a man dead in one of the seats. She sighed and watched what was going to happen. Her eyes stayed on the girl. Kressara. It had been dark but now she recognized her. The fear in her eyes brought a smile to her lips. She'd have some fun when Blood took her as an apprentice.

[Kressara Thryn]

All of her struggling finally brought a small victory for Kressara, even if it was only because the Sith lord grew tired of holding someone who was wriggling so energetically. She stumbled towards the row of seats at the corner of the tiny room, giving her about a couple feet distance between lord Blood and Mr. Hunter. Blood gave his ultimatum to the girl as he coldly threatened to harm his own ally should she fail to comply. What would Kressara care about the woman companion who was so obviously with HIM? She wouldn’t just follow her enemy for the fear of harm befalling another enemy. However Kressara was not so lucky as to believe that Tam was where he’d draw the line. Once he realized that Kressara had no concern to spare the other girl, he’d merely threaten to harm another. Perhaps he’d kill the guard who just entered the room?

The lights flickered and all the electronic components in the room shorted at the touch of Colton’s hand to the wall panel not far behind him, and in moments the guard was brutally subdued and thrown unconscious at the seat beside Kressara. She jumped in astonishment and watched the situation between the two begin to escalate. This had to stop.

“I’m not going with you because of the girl!” Kressara announced and snagged something from the belt of the unconscious patrolman, moving to stand behind Colton as if she’d allow him to protect her.

Zip, Click!

Stun cuffs clasped around the wrist of the deadwait guard and then to Colton’s arm, effectively anchoring him to the unconscious man. If he wanted to continue pursuing the situation, he’d have to cause a ruckus and drag with him the body of an innocent man whom he attacked to the point of blackout. Kressara continued by talking over Colton’s shoulder, “I don’t know who you are, who you really are...but you’re no better than the rest of them.” The girl stepped out from behind Mr. Hunter and reluctantly joined lord Blood’s side. By this time the woman he strangled had returned and waited in the doorway.

“That girl is with you, so she is my enemy...but you and the others like you have done far worse than harm your own companions, I know. You’ll only threaten another until I comply, won’t you? You’d drench the floors crimson if I let you take it that far.”

She didn’t want to admit it, but a little voice in her head told Kressara that she simply wasn’t worth that much.

“So stop glaring at him with murder in your eyes...Clearly you want me to leave with you. That will make it all stop. So let’s leave.” Her words were sure but her voice was a vibrato of nervousness. The girl was scared, though wise enough to know when an effort would be foolish. All effort to stop her from compliance at this point would merely be wasted. That said, Kressara was already coming up with a plan b, c, and possibly a plan d for when she arrived at whatever hell Blood was so intent on dragging her to. His kind destroyed her family and left her homeless...maybe this was her chance to pay them back.

At the very least Kressara was no damsel. She didn’t want to be rescued so she’d only owe some insufferably social stranger a life debt. She didn’t want to escape the Sith at this point either. She realized that no matter how she viewed it these people were killers, and she didn’t want anyone to whisk her off to safety never to be bothered by their ilk again...she wanted to follow them deep into the heart of their most sacred place and raize it like they decimated her home. She would follow him as a lamb to the slaughter, and return as the wolves he’d been searching for.

Kressara was out for blood.

[Taum Swill]

//OOC: I was wondering if Taum could join in. She was on a shuttle with Colt so I was thinking she could be there with, waiting for him and getting impatient. If not and you guys have something you guys were doing that's okay.//

[Slade Xandir]

[OOC:As requested from the thread owner, this is my last post and on her next turn, the thread has ended. Everyone has one round to complete their current happenings]


With the batteries within the ship being fluctuated, a scent caught his nares within the Force. Turning sharply to the unknown man, Blood narrowed his eyes as he tried to discern the smell of it, of who it belonged to, the signature of it, as it had emanated from him, yet it was shut up so quickly that Blood couldn't actually have enough time to process who this enigma was. But, alas, the girl had conceded, even if it was with her own terms.

So caught up in his victory, Blood completely ignored the slight pinch he felt as something was inserted only just under the first layer of skin. His look met the girl he was supposed to be infecting with all the worst mind games, and the Sith Lord was under the impression that this wily girl would take a nice amount of time before she knelt to his teachings.
The prisons would be a suitable place for her transformation into a more suitable Sith. Time would come for her to learn there was a much better life being someone who knew how to properly harness power, vs. those who too afraid to indulge themselves in absolution.

"You are correct," he admitted. He wouldn't have stopped with just Noffiti; in fact, he would have most certainly harmed every other hair besides the ones that were on her head. Luckily enough, she was expendable, and despite his personal rule of never killing a pupil, she would have been an example to Kressara how intimately serious he was with his threats.

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"Well, there's no time to lose."

With that, he didn't touch her, didn't grab her, nothing. He simply left the ship, his mental eye trained on her, as he made his way to the docked ship, boarding it, and having it prepared for takeoff. After all was stabilized and his rebellious cargo was properly aboard, he launched, and flew away into the stars.

[Colton Hunter]

Colt shifted his stance, prepared to defend the girl if needed... so caught up in masking his signature, that his danger sense was currently at an all time low... so he didn't sense the cuffs getting slapped onto his wrist. His eyes snapped toward the girl for a moment.

"If I told him there was a Sith here, he'd have been killed, and so would many others... you don't want to do this... you can come with me, I can help you, or I can drop you off somewhere else... I'm only trying to give you an option..." he told her, "Any is better than Sith... any," he told her softly. Though his stance shifted, he'd let Blood go then... eyes moving to lock on him, fixated upon his form, the glowing eye scanning every curve and sharp angle of his face.

"I'll be coming for you, very soon, Blood..." he warned him, the shuttle would be coming back online soon, and as more security would soon be arriving, he'd let himself be carted away, for now. He had some allies, he'd explain the situation, and he'd be let free. But he wouldn't let this stand. Every world he had gone to, recently, he had stumbled across Lord Blood. And at each location, he had recruited another potential new Sith. The Sith were growing, and while he was fine with the Dark Side; the Sith? He was not okay with them...

"Sleep with one eye open on Dormund Kaas if you must," he added, and would let them go.