Arrival

[Cora Leera]

Cora, took another step out of the alley and then another, she was hesitating the thought of leaving. There was nothing back at the lodging but, bad dreams and annoying people. It was better than home though. Better then staying with her brunette demon of a sister. Just thinking of her sister made Cora want to punch someone. Suddenly she stopped walking and she looked up and around, something felt different than before. It was if the air had shifted and cooled. Cora didn't feel alone anymore someone was there and gradually, in her chest she felt a tug like someone was reaching out slowly to her, putting an invisible hand on her shoulder and pulling her backwards. It was subtle, but it was there, it was definitely there and growing stronger. This felt like one of her dreams, because in all of her dreams she felt a sort of a tug. It wasn't like this, not at all like this but, they were definitely similar.

The subtle tug pulled her around, facing the opposite direction. From the dim light of a neon sign she saw someone standing a distance from her. She pinpointed this feeling to him. He had that thing, that people talk about. The ability to control people? She forgot the term, it was on the tip of her tongue, but whatever it was the figure had it. She squinted her eyes to try and see him more, "Hello?" She said, not too loud but, if anyone was actually there they would hear. The feeling was still there, she felt it still in her chest, so she took a step closer, "Who's there?" She looked at the neon sign, before looking forward again. Maybe she should just go back? Maybe that would be best for her, she didn't want to get into any trouble. She looked behind her, but then back to the dimness of the ally way, she was genuinely curious. She wanted to know who this person was, and what this feeling was inside her chest so she took another step closer.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden and Joran sat on top of the roof unable to move. "You know what, I'm really starting to hate the Sith." Rhoden said sourly, "Took you this long?" Jorvan replied.

Rhoden looked carefully over the edge of the building, the girl looked to be heading for the Sith now. The man was not looking in Rhoden's direction, not that he really needed to, Rhoden turned and looked in the other direction. He paused, there were several people slinking around through the dark. They weren't Imperials, and Rhoden doubted very seriously if Sith would be slinking along like that, and so far as Rhoden knew the bounty hunter remained on the other side of the building.

Rhoden tapped Jorvan and gestured over the edge, they watched the procession in silence. The leader stopped at the end of the alley and pulled a blaster, he looked to be aiming for the girl.

"Hello there." Rhoden said, watching with a trace of amusement as the man jumped and his accomplices looked upwards. Rhoden shot the leader between the eyes turning and jumping off the other side of the building as blaster fire flew up from the alley. He landed in front of the bounty hunter but payed him no mind as Jorvan landed beside him.

Rhoden had not, of course, held any interest in fighting what were presumably the average criminal types of the planet. But he had at least wanted to give the girl, rude as she was, some warning before she was shot at proper.

One of the criminals barreled out of the alley, looked around and leered at Rhoden as she raised a blaster. Rhoden took a long step to the side and shot her through the throat. She doubled over and fell to the ground without changing expression.

"Follow the girl, see the city, nothing dangerous at all." Jorvan muttered to himself. "Shut up." Rhoden snapped.

[Keas Jong]

Keas stopped as the two landed in front of him. He looked at the two closely and when he heard on of them say "Shut up." He recognized the commanders voice. "Why hello there Commander Carbine. Would you like some help?"

He turns to look at the alley that people are coming out of and pointing the blasters at them. "Want one of them to question?"

[Slade Xandir]

The weak mew flowed through the dark, curious, and tinged with a tiny hint of fear. Self doubt however, the most luxurious of perfumes, cascaded through the Force as the Wolf inhaled the energy the running girl unconsciously sent wafting from her own aura. A sweet treat, and a malleable meat. A tasty eat, the bleating sheep. This girl hit the mark with such perfection, she had to be offered an applause. But to avoid scaring the quarry, Blood kept his clawed hands still, and silent. His mouth however, answered the little whimper of the whelpling girl.

From the shadows of the alley, a lone figure stood in the shadows of the overhanging building, his golden irises shinning from the dark more animalistic than human. He stood in the direction the girl was running to originally, further up the darker path, an effective end for the girl to reach something more delicious than this town had to offer her.

"Someone who can sense the injustice done to you. Someone who can feel the wrath boiling and churning deep within the frantic beats of a constricted heart. I am here to put an end to your suffering, girl. I am here to give you the proper training to unleash your fury in a more majestic and unquestionable manner. And if you are ready, you will kneel to me, and take the salvation I extend to you."

Blood had tasted her inner anger, the heat that kept driving her to run, the cooling breeze of absent thinking wearing off the burn of the passionate hatred. He wanted her to stop, to listen, simply so the fires of that very passion came roaring back, tendered by the kindle of his words. He wanted to stoke that flame, and to use it for his own reasons. While he had been caught up analyzing her, he came around the very bright shimmer of aura she held, a shimmer he was fond of and knew intimately. She was Force Sensitive.

And he wanted her.

[Cora Leera]

She pulled herself away from the figure, and looked around. Cora's hands formed fists in vixation. Why did this always happen?! Every time she was going to do something, something else had to ruin it. She looked for an opening, she knew it was cowardly but, they had weapons and she-
Her long brown hair flipped as she turned away sharply. Cora could feel her sisters baby blue eyes dripping with tears. She never meant to hurt her. Cora just got angry.
-was weak. She looked around quickly seeing the man from earlier that night. Cora looked in the dimly lit alleyway for an opening. It wasn't a lot of people in the same place.

Maybe there was something down the other part of the alleyway? What if that was her ticket to get away faster, maybe she could avoid the figure she saw? But what if it wa a dead end? What if they were after her? She had so many questions and she didn't know that running away could be so damn difficult.
Cora watch her sister run away. She knew she would tell. Cora would be shunned more when she did tell her parents. This was all her sisters fault and to think they were getting along. Cora tugged at her hair, she opened her mouth and screamed

Cora looked around once more, jumping back and dodging a bullet. If she still had long hair the bullet would of definitely of hit her. Adrenaline pumped in her blood and her heart beat quick from irritation and the thrill of dodging the bullets from the small amount of enemies shooting at her but, mostly to the guy that she recognized.

Were these people after her or after him? She wouldn't have them get close to her or shoot her with their guns. Yes it was a small group but, with their weapons they seemed like one huge group with their weapons pointed at them.

Then she saw it. There was a slim opening towards the back of the alleyway, between two shooters who were busy focusing on the man. Cora prayed the figure left when this began as she charged inbetween the two people pushing them as she ran down the alleyway, adrenaline pumping and her ears ringing. She needed to get as far as she could from this little gathering of shooters. This was all her fault. This was another punishment. A punishment for running away.

[Rhoden Carbine]

"Shut up you idiot!" Rhoden hissed at the bounty hunter, turning and giving a sharp yelp of surprise as he saw the girl running through the criminals.

Rhoden and Jorvan raised their weapons and systematically shot down all of them. Rhoden was cursing fluently under his breath as the last of the men fell when the girl ran into him, bounced off and fell backwards.

Rhoden looked up warily to see the Sith still in the distance, and thankfully on the other street. Rhoden ran through his options and, remembering the bounty hunter, turned "You! Go and delay--er--the people over there!" Rhoden said, deciding it would not be easy goings to tell the man who exactly he would be facing.

"And you." Rhoden said, "Need to come back to the hotel, now, safely, not dead and not running to the unfavorable side of town." he grabbed the girl around her shoulder, pulled her back to her feet, and spun her to face back towards the hotel. He took a few steps, moving the girl forward with him.

[Keas Jong]

He looked at the commander. "And whom should I be delaying?"

He checks his rifle and ammo levels. "Because if its a fight it had better be long range otherwise I'll be out of ammo real fast."

[Dastan Imatari]

He clicked his tongue behind his front teeth. His nose curled and brow lowered in frustration. Blaster bolts started flying at the random who happened to show up on a whim. Always with the blaster bolts.

He leaned off the wall, and began to march quickly into the fray to go after Cora's force signature. The alley got crowded with adrenaline and fear, but he could still sniff out Cora's form blazing a trail away through another alley. He caught a glimpse as one of the figured from one of the rooftops seemed to drop down- and attempt to stop the girl who took flight.

He looked like an angry gundark in his stride. He didn't go for his blade, he wouldn't need it. Not yet, anyhow. Even without the force, Dastan had a keen situational awareness, and was confident enough he wouldn't need to go for any of his weapons until he felt something pierce what he called his bubble.

[Slade Xandir]

Yes....Yes... The little dame ran right his way, self-destructive personality moving in tandem with her hip's sway. Feet beat concrete as she took to his vicinity, her frantic heartbeat growing more intimate, the girl's inner disappointment teasing his affinity. He near reached a hand out as she came closer, but he retracted it as it almost scraped the wall of light the alleyway electrics shone. He had to remain anon to her, a ghost until it was time. He had no other choice until one presented itself, striding through the alley entrance like a proud and unstoppable menace. He knew that face. He knew that armor. And he knew the name that came with it.

The Agent.

Blood moved, a silhouette in the shadows until the gleam caught the fading fabric of his following cape. The Wolf lunged from his position, the Force fueling his leap through the air until silent-soled NyghtBoots landed on the permacrete behind Dastan. However, instead of facing where the fleeing girl ran, Blood was turned to the interlopers, the Sith Lord braced with a mischiveous glint in his golden gaze.

"This is business of the Sith. This girl belongs to the Sith. And unless you wish to damage already damaged goods, and infringe upon the territory of the Sith, then I advise you leave."

It was the blaster bolts that were fired that caught his Danger Sense, and the plasma bullets flew through the air towards his direction. As the defense between the Agent and the girl, Blood rose claw-gloved hands, palms facing the adversaries, and inhaled. Awareness spiked as time revolved and passed unnaturally slow, turning the entire scene second, if not minutes slower than what could have been percieved. With it, the bolts were stopped as his held out and extended palms caught the various bolts in a wave of his own energy field. Feeling the heat from the bolts, Blood pulled apart the energy by it's elements, the heat being ripped apart from the energy, the light being pulled from the security of the vanished heat as air cooled, and the bolt itself fizzing and fading from the view. The energy from the bolt itself however, was kept within Blood as he absorbed it and added it to his arsenal of power.

"This is your warning. The next step is you and your packbrother's deaths."

Blood didn't have to hope Dastan was using his time wisely to taint and take the girl; he knew the Agent had his methods of retrieving what it was he wanted. If there were something he wanted done, he would accomplish it.
Until it was promised however, he would stall these two.

[Cora Leera]

Cora made the people lose balance, as she pushed past them. She was almost smiling until she was pulled back and taken out of the alleyway. Cora recognized the man's voice. It was the man from earlier that night. She stared at him, no she glared at him. Cora pushed him back, "What the hell are you doing?!" She stepped away and farther from the alleyway from him, still nervous about the shooters, "And don't even say that your saving me. I'm not weak, I can handle things." As she was speaking her hands flexed and then balled into fists. It was a cycle that happened sometimes, it usually went unnoticed by her.
She gestured in front of her, towards the hotel. It seemed to still be night, though some light was coming up. If she went back to the hotel now she would have to sleep or just wait for a long time until it was 'normal' to leave the hotel and explore. Then straightning her posture, she growled , "Leave."
She stared at him, hesitating for second, "I'll go once you're out of site." In her mind she hoped he would walk slowly or argue with her, so she could return to the hotel later than sooner. She gave him a really false smile, "I promise I'll stay safe." Switching her weight to her right hip she looked at him, waiting for him to do something.