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Aryell Kendlav

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by KitsuneAngel

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Height: - 5'6"
Weight: - 130lbs
Build: - feminine
Eye Color: - light blue
Hair Color: - black (died silver-white)
Handedness: - right handed (self trained ambidextrous)
Skin Shade/Color: - tanned white
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - wears earrings, has a few unsean scars on her
Description: – Aryell is a young female jedi whose features mark the story of which she lived. the scars on her back and sides was from the torture inflicted on her to bring her to a biter angry state. and the scar on her right leg is from an animal of some sort. she died her hair as a sign of putting the past behind her.


Race: Human Jedi

nickname- The Huntress

real name- Aryell Kndlav

Cannon: star wars

affiliation: none

Hight- 5ft 8in

age: 19

Sexuality- Heterosexual
EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – orange duel bladed lightsaber with a four foot hilt and a single short bladed yellow lightsaber
Combat Attire: – Dark red cut off combat jacket with hood bound by leather straps and a black tanktop and pants
Accessories: –
Miscellaneous: –

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – either in a starfighter dogfight or with her duel bladed saberstaffHand-to-Hand: – some knowlage | Form VII, also known as Juyo, the Way of the Vornskr, or the Ferocity Form

Weapons Style: – Form VII, also known as Juyo, the Way of the Vornskr, or the Ferocity Form

Special Abilities/Affinities: – hyper reflexes and acute sense of awareness

FORCE POWERS
Force Sensitive: - yes
Force Alignment: - neutral (knows both)
Major Powers: - unknown
Minor Powers: – basic force abilities
Abilities: – telekinetic, hyper inhanced motor coordination and reflexes, heightened sense of awareness,

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – single

Family: – her mother, Astra Kendlav, died in a fight with a sith. currently no other known family

Known Languages: – understands hutteese, speaks only basic

Personal History/Background: - Aryell Kndlav is a young jedi who lives a care free life. after her master died she left the planet in search of a new master. she's skilled in force manipulation both light and dark (from her accidental venture into the dark side). proficient with a double bladed lightsaber and many forms of the force she is also quick and agile and as coy as a fox. she is known as "The Huntress" for her ability to track and find almost anything.
Beginning- she was born on the smuggler's moon. and learned quickly how to adapt to rough crowds. after discovering she had abilities in the force she quickly became a good thief and bodyguard for smugglers. she never grew up knowing her parents or her real name so she came up with the name Aryell Kendlav. she was 12 when a sith tricked her into joining them and she quickly grew faster and stronger with a double bladed lightsaber. she was 16 when a jedi fought her sith master. after a fierce duel she stepped in to help resulting in the sith dieing. the jedi later took her as a padawan. she quickly learned the proper ways of the force. a year later her jedi master died of an illness. and she went on a search to find someone else to train her.




personality- coy, smart, and talkative, are a few words that describe Aryell. she can be easily motivated into a hard state when needed but she prefers to show her lighter side through a more calm yet seemingly contradicting light and dark aura. she can be considered quite a bit of a lose cannon and usually strays from plans.

http://www.ipersonic.com/type/LD.html this is her personality basically in the link...

likes- she prefers to spend her time training, or meditating when she isn't hired to do something. though she is considered to be neutral she still carries a red-orange bladed lightsaber. she loves to chat with people though she isn't a loud or obnoxious person. she enjoys helping others and traveling with them.

dislikes/hates- she hates waiting around for things. if it shows she can get easily annoyed is someone is late. she dislikes most figures of major authority, mainly police (from her time spent on the smuggler's moon where there really is no law). she hates being alone. and saying goodbye to people.

So begins...

Aryell Kendlav's Story

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Aryell walked through the Undermarket, her force awareness highly tuned to the surrounding people. she found this place oddly like home. though it was obviously different, not being ruled by a hut, but it still felt like home. the young jedi turned a corner into another street of vendors. she felt out of place here. she felt a slight shudder and turned around. there was two people who seemed to be following her. she kept walking forward and turned into an ally a man with a gun approached her she turned around to see the two men behind her. "you're a little young to be wondering these streets alone." the man chuckled pointing the gun at her.

she scoffed, "I think i can handle my own." she was slowly reached behind her back for her lightsaber.

"maybe, but drop your weapon and give us your cash and jewelry and if you don't resist then maybe I'll let you live."

the red-orange blades of her lightsaber activated with a snap-hiss illuminating the ally way. in that second the man fired. time seemed to slow for Aryell. she focused only on the three people near her. she swung the lightsaber quickly blocking the shot. one of the men behind her charged with a knife. she swiftly kicked him in the chest knocking him to the ground, twisting blocking two more shots before slicing the barrel off his gun. she scowled. she didn't feel like hurting anyone right now. she thought she might have to. she force shoved the man that had the gun hard into a dumpster knocking him out the second came at her with a knife again. she swiftly turned and cut his arm off at the shoulder then twirled the blade cutting him in half through the stomach and then his head. she turned to the third who looked at her then ran down the ally. she deactivated the lightsaber and replaced it on her back. she checked the unconscious man. "never attack a jedi my friend" she whispered quickly looting him of his money, probably stolen before, and other various items. she then sensed someone was near by. watching.

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A wormhole opened near the end of the alleyway, temporarily distorting space around it as a figure emerged from the other end. The environment from the area on the other side of the wormhole could be easily seen as some kind of devastated wasteland with corpses, craters, and trenches; the aftermath of a war zone. The figure himself calmly stepped into this 'new' world, his orange-like light allow armour seemed to glow from the light of the setting sun of the war zone before quickly falling back into darkness as the wormhole closed, allowing darkness to take over the area once more, with the glow of the crackling flames spread across the Undermarket giving off a black silhouette of the figure.

The fleeing man, in a rush, ran straight into the figure with a clunk of the armour as the man fell to the ground. Looking down at the man in disgust, the figure swiftly grabbed his semi-automatic assault rifle and fired an ionic shell into the man's skull without hesitation before returning the weapon back to a clip on the armoured kilt. Ignoring the sound of crackling flames, the screaming of citizens and their running footsteps as they past the entrance to the alleyway; the figure walked forward, the dulled sound of the knee-high reinforced boots resonated across the area as he approached the jedi which stood before him. "I hope you pay attention to those around you. he rudely stated, his hand resting on his hip as he observed the jedi's body, looking for any signs of aggression.

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Aryell slowly reached behind her gripping the lightsaber. she tried to make sense of the new being. "you know you didn't have to kill him. he was running away." she replied, trying to ignore the fact that the being probably just insulted her, "and besides, if you kill everyone you come in contact with you'll never have anyone to like or fear you."
She put the saber back on her back and tilted her head, staring back. "what?" she said, completely wondering why the other was staring at her. after a moment she walked up to the other, her blood red jacket flapped around as she walked up to the armored person. "i believe i had it handled." she said, her voice radiated with a dark aura.

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The man leaned back, giving off a little stretch as the woman approached him. His white hair softly waved in the breeze of the heated, burning air given off by the flames spread across the Undermarket. Her words were mysterious, blunt, something an annoyed individual would say. But why be annoyed? He technically helped her...

"Doesn't look like you had it handles if that guy tried to escape. Can't risk having survivors running around, right?" He replied, his voice emotionless, he had obviously killed many people in the past, perhaps even experienced too much traumatic events to even care any more; or it could just be his personality himself.

"Anyway, let's get to the point." The man continued, "I seemed to have picked up a good amount of powerful energy concentrated in one area; you. So how about you and I get some shit done?" He offered, holding some ulterior motive behind his words as he scratched at his kevlar skinsuit around his stomach, the ammunition hanging from the bottom of the chestpiece clanged together as he brushed his hand against them.

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Aryell peered out from under her hood. she brushed a lock of hair out of her face, "Depends on what you have in mind." she said calmly. there was curiosity in her voice seeing she needing something to do and some money. she looked at his armor wondering what it was made of. she banished the thought. "i prefer not to kill unless i absolutely have to."

She tried a diplomatic approach. she held out her hand, "Im Aryell Kendlav. i was born on a cutthroat planet like this place called Nar Shadda."

Aryell suddenly felt very vulnerable for telling a part of her past. she instinctively grabbed her lightsaber, holding it in both hands. she lightly stroked the dark metal with her thumbs. how long have i had this? she thought to herself, how long ago was i with that sith lord who trained me? she looked down trying to remember what it was like back then...

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Jeremy rubbed his chin as his dark blue eyes pointed up towards the... ceiling. That was when he realised that they were stuck underground in a place with fire burning everywhere and oxygen slowly being depleted. It wasn't really anything for him to worry about, allowing him to visible shrug his thoughts off as he mentally planned means of getting out of the place via his wormhole generator. That was when he was brought back into reality as the jedi held her hand out towards Jeremy, introducing herself as Aryell from some who-gives-a-shit planet.

And then she has the gall to show off her weapon, there was no way he could return the handshake now. No matter, it would still be better to return the introductions.
"I'm Jeremy Lingesui, born on a stable independent planet called Vers." He replied, the small description of his home world spoke as if it was some competition for better homes or something like that. Then again, how long had he been away from the planet? From the use of wormholes over long distances, relativity seems to kick in and time had passed extensively fast since he left. Time was a concept that had escaped Jeremy by now.

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Not even on this planet two seconds and she hated it to Zakuuls core and back! Eternal Empire be damned she thoughtas she struck down yet another miscreant trying to attack her. These jerks were worse then those stupid justicars she had to face on Coruscant the year before! At least she was able to repair her stuff and get off the damned planet at the last second.

But that was nothing compared to this Bantha Dung heap. The Sith launched a volley of lightning at a nearby miscreant trying to take her down from afar, the man spasmed briefly before falling to his death a dozen or so meters below as his body jerked with electrical power.

Now then, why was she there ? Blood red eyes looked about carefully. Well, this was gonna hurt for sure. It was time for some fun, lots of it She smiled, and started in the direction she felt the Force being strongest in the form ofd Aryell Kendlav. Vibrosword in hand, the Sith Lord cloaked herself in the Force, and, while unseen, moved stealthly through the Undercity

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Aryell was about to say something but then she felt a ripple in the force. a darker one yes. but still another force user. she gripped the long hilt of the lightsaber and looked around, detracted by the new presence it seemed to come from everywhere. she was in great need of a new master. she knew she still had much to learn. multitasking with the force is hard enough for her in a peaceful setting. her sense of awareness isn't as good as it should be. and she wanted to learn more about both sides.

"hello? she yelled down the ally as the feeling grew stronger.

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A homeless man was pushing his stolen grocery cart through a scarcely populated underground subway station, wheeling several black hefty garbage bags filled with scrap metal, dirty clothes and other old trinkets he appeared to have collected while wandering the city. The hobo was wrapped in an old tattered brown shroud or blanket which covered his entire body, even covering his head like a hooded cloak. He kept his head down, concealing his face as he pushed his lifeless grocery cart out of the well-lit station and into one of the dark subway tunnels. Once he was in darkness, he would look behind himself to make sure he wasn't being followed before pushing his cart off to the side and disappearing into one of the dark corridors inside the subway tunnel. He was heading for a most unusual place far beneath Wing City.

As he came to the end of the corridor, there was nothing but a brick wall in front of him. The homeless vagabond would turn to look behind him again, making double sure that nobody was following him before he turned to look back at the wall. Although it appeared to be a dead end, there was more to this deep dark part of the corridor than met the eye. The hobo started feeling over the blank wall with his hands, as if looking for something. Soon, he found was he was searching for. He pushed one of the loose bricks deeper into the wall, suddenly causing the entire wall to move. A secret pathway appeared as the brick wall slid open sideways, revealing a dark metal stairway down into the hidden depths which led directly to the Undermarket.

As the aimless wanderer stepped through the doorway and down the metal staircase, the brick wall slowly slid closed behind him and the bricks re-aligned themselves as normal so that nobody on the other side of the wall would see this hidden entrance. The hobo had abandoned his stolen shopping cart and was now heading down to the Undermarket, slowly and carefully watching each step he took so as to be sure for certain that nobody would notice him. Once he finally reached the lowest level to the market place, he was not at all alarmed to see the commotion and chaos that had ensued all around. There was a blazing fire that appeared to cause quite a stir in one area, but a team of experts seemed to be struggling ceaselessly to control it. By now, people had been running in circles looking for an escape but there were not enough exits. As the homeless wanderling made his way through the carnival of vagabonds, freaks, mutants, rogues and ruffians, he seemed to blend right in. He tightened his old tattered brown blanket around himself and continued walking in a seemingly aimless direction.

It wasn't long before the hobo had stumbled on to one of the other streets of vendors and made his way to a row of garbage cans in a nearby alley way. He noticed a young lady who appeared to be carrying a lightsaber. The homeless man stopped and began watching Aryell Kendlav from beneath his hooded shroud, staying well hidden in the shadows away from all the commotion and pandemic caused by the blazing fire. There were a couple of other vagabonds and ruffians gathered together by the row of garbage cans, all dressed similar to him with their ragged pants and smelly jackets, tattered outfits and worn out blankets. It was the perfect disguise for someone who actually wasn't homeless at all. Obake, the double agent, had come down to the Undermarket specifically to gather supplies and trade information for the dark prince whose ship had carried him back to the Smuggler's Route, but now he had something else to consider as he glanced at the young Jedi.

Obake had kironic abilities but he wasn't Force sensitive, at least not in the same way Aryell was. Obake wasn't carrying a lightsaber with him. He wasn't a Jedi or a Sith, thus he did not have the stereotypical attire that the Jedi and Sith normally would have worn. Obake was something else, entirely different from anything the young Jedi would have ever seen before. As he pretended to dig through the garbage, Obake peered out from beneath the hood of his old dirty blanket and kept a watchful eye on Aryell from a considerable distance away. He was spying on her quietly for some strange reason, though it was unsure whether he was actually looking at Aryell or at those around her. He continued to rummage through the trash, being very careful not to give away his identity by looking suspicious or drawing attention to himself. After all, there were a few droids who had heard about Obake's attack on Ascendant and were now looking to assassinate him.

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As the young Jedi called out into the empty alleyway, as if there was someone there, Jeremy's track of thought was broken; his dark blue eyes flicked back to stare at Aryell, his head slightly cocked to the side as he stared at her with a look of confusion. "You crazy or something? No one's there." Jeremy stated, slightly worried about associating himself with some crazy woman or something like that. That is, until an alert popped up on his visor; it had detected movement not that far off, slowly heading closer before coming to a stop. However, this was in a different direction to where Aryell was calling out to. A second being? No, if there was two, another would have come up, perhaps Aryell had some ability to sense those who mask their presence with magic or similar.

And so, out of habit, Jeremy quickly pulled his rifle from it's clip on his armoured kilt. Quickly pointing it towards the row of garbage cans, his finger ready to pull the trigger. "Alright, Aryell. There must be some assholes coming at us, mind focusing on the invisible man you greeted?" He spoke out, his voice showing hints of annoyance as the two's little chat was rudely interrupted. Jeremy was going to ask Aryell an important question after all, a small call to assistance.

"Get out from there with all limbs on show. I don't want to have a single tentacle or whatever forms of limbs you use hidden. Understand?"

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Sony smirked, perfect, the guy in the armor couldn't pick her up, and she saw no probots in sight. She watched the two, the Jedi sensed her, what the Bantha shit was a Jedi doing out there in this backwater of a world ? The Sith wondered before stepping closer. Ignoring a nearby man digging through a dumpster the woman had seen too much of it on Nar Shaddaa and Zakuul to stomach. To her, surviving was the key. And all she needed to do was eliminate one last onbstcle. Her former Master. Darth Zash was going to fall.

Her latest.... Attempt, to eliminate Zash had presented itself in the form of a single Holo recordering of a robed being Sony had never seen in her life before. Which in turn directed her to this backwater world which she already hated beyond belief. In fact if it was up to her, she'd rather, much rather, be frozen solid in carbonite for Arcann to drool over. Nevertheless, she watched the two, one guy berating her... rather unintentional target, a random guy digging through the refuse. Yep, just like Nar Shaddaa, orZakuul undercity.

She moved two steps to her left when the man with the viser called to the man digging through the refuse, great, at least he was not yet talking directly to her, only the Jedi, the other Force User, had to be a Jedi, could sense her there, but not see her. She observed quietly the events unfolding before her. So far so good

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Obake was rummaging through the trash, spying on Aryell and her associates from a distance when all of a sudden, one of them pointed a rifle in his direction. Obake continued to rummage through the garbage, sticking both hands into one of the garbage cans to conceal them. There was another bum sitting against a wall next to the trashcans, but he appeared to also be non-responsive to the rifleman's gesture, due to a case of having been passed out drunk with a beer can still in his hand. As Obake stuck his hands in the trashcan and started fumbling around for scrap metal, he very discreetly pushed a button on his wristband. Oddly, nothing seemed to happen at all as he appeared to ignore everything around him.

A small group of flies would emerge from the trashcans, buzzing around very swiftly in small rapid circles before taking off in all different directions. Seeing the blinker on his wristband, Obake clicked it off before pulling a metal curtain rod out of the garbage and whacking it on the street corner. The blinker had informed him that the oxygen level was low in the entire Undermarket as a result of the fire that had engulfed the place. People were still panicking and running in all directions, ignoring the rifleman in the alleyway even when he started yelling. Obake remained calm and wiped his hand on his sleeve, reaching into his blanket and pulling out what appeared to be some sort of asthma inhaler. Taking an injection from it, Obake was able to breathe better. At least for a little while. He was still a little concerned for others.

Other people around him were slowly suffocating, although most of them didn't even know it yet. As he continued to rummage through the trash, Obake coughed lightly and pulled an old pair of shoes out from one of the garbage cans. Obake was not Force-sensitive, so he wasn't aware of the Sith who had been walking behind him. It wasn't until a moment of listening and observing quietly that he finally realized that Aryell was looking for someone.

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Vercerigo noticed a tall guy and and a...Sith Warrior(?) yelling down a dark alleyway. Did they not see the huge fire...?
"Hey!" He yelled. "I don't know if you've noticed, but this place is about to go down in flames if we don't get more people with us! Get over here and help!" He pointed at the fire. "Crazy fire here," He pointed at the arsonist who had collapsed, "and a crazy lady over there. Both of them need to be taken care of." He clenched his hand and extended it toward another fire. "Derelinquamus eam, ignis infernalis!" He yelled, before running toward the arsonist, leaving the two to ponder his words.

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Aryell turned. she slowly gripped the long hilt of her lightsaber. she was losing awareness now that the oxygen was getting low down there. she noticed the man in the dumpster. and i seemed that the presence in the force was near there. she walked over towards the dumpster. smoke began to fill the area, partially blinding her and causing her to cough, and rely on her less than reliable sense of force awareness.

she grit her teeth and walked forward. the presence grew stronger but still she didn't see anyone. she heard rummaging in a dumpster then the man named Jeremy yelled out at the dumpster. she quickly unsheathed her lightsaber, which it's twin red blades opened with a snap-hiss. she coughed again. slowly walking backwards to get out of the line of probable fire. her red lightsaber glowed lighting up the entire ally. "i know you're still out there!" she yelled to the sith this time, "please don't make this hard. i don't want to fight."

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Aryell turned. she slowly gripped the long hilt of her lightsaber. she was losing awareness now that the oxygen was getting low down there. she noticed the man in the dumpster. and i seemed that the presence in the force was near there. she walked over towards the dumpster. smoke began to fill the area, partially blinding her and causing her to cough, and rely on her less than reliable sense of force awareness.

she grit her teeth and walked forward. the presence grew stronger but still she didn't see anyone. she heard rummaging in a dumpster then the man named Jeremy yelled out at the dumpster. she quickly unsheathed her lightsaber, which it's twin red blades opened with a snap-hiss. she coughed again. slowly walking backwards to get out of the line of probable fire. her red lightsaber glowed lighting up the entire ally. "i know you're still out there!" she yelled to the sith this time, "please don't make this hard. i don't want to fight."

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Jeremy's attention was grabbed by the automatic application of a gas mask, a form of defence built in to the armour when oxygen levels have depleted below optimum levels. Of course, this action quickly caused Jeremy to look around, he was well aware of the fire going on in the background, but didn't expect oxygen to lower so drastically. As if he had forgotten all about the 'threat', Jeremy had returned his weapon to it's clip as turned to some man calling out to them. His words were rudely said as he attempted to order the two into helping with the fire. Like Jeremy even cares.

"Your fire, your problem." Jeremy replied as the man ran off screaming some unintelligible words, must be madness from oxygen deprivation.
"This is getting annoying, just find your damn invisible man now." He groaned as he turned back to face Aryell who was still calling out into the alleyway. Expecting some kind of answer.

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Brand had recovered now, and had noticed that, while most people were trying to get away, there were a few still here. Apparently, whatever they were up to they were willing to take the risk of being near the fire. They certainly didn't seem eager to help. The woman with the robotic equipment who had frozen most of the fire was now carrying the arsonist, who had thrown a few more capsules, and Vercerigo had shouted some words Brand didn't remotely understand.

He didn't have time to dwell on any of this or organize his thoughts, because the first thing he did (on impulse) was launch himself forwards with a blast of fire behind him, straight into the main fire, or at least what was left if it now it was running out of oxygen.

Standing in the midst of the flames, he wasn't harmed. On the contrary, the remaining flames began to swirl around him, growing smaller.

When he had finished absorbing all of the flames that hadn;t been frozen, he turned to Vercerigo, completely out of breath.

"Gotta...get...some air in..." he gasped.

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Sony smirked, This place reminded her so much of Zakuul. Possibly too much. People were panicking over simple fires. Wonderful. She ignored the others her focus on the Jedi, She moved closer, but just out of reach of the staffsaber, her own doublebladed vibrosword drawn but unseen she stayed just out of reach but well within the Jedis senses.

But now she was between Jeremy and Aryell. Which was going to make for many interesting things happening for sure. She chose that time to sheath her vibrosword upon her back before letting the force cloak drop away, revealing a rather beautiful woman, with blood red eyes, and what looked like a mess of scars on her face, arms and chest. Well built, her hair was bright white and long. She had what looked like a beauty mark on her lower lip and her eyes looked as if red eyeshadow was pretty much slapped on when it was in fact the Dark Side corruption.

The woman, clad in a black and gold outfit that revealed her midift and kept her arms bare was a looker for sure. Yet she had an air about her that said she was something or someone important, after taking down her old Master, yes, that would be the exact case indeed. "On the contrary" The woman said in a sickly sweet sounding almost singsong voice. "I am everything but a man." She said with a smirk.

She raised a hand and tapped her chin thoughtfully whiler still looking to Jermey she said sweetly, "How about you lower your weapon, we're all friends here and its possible you're looking for something yes ? Or perhaps, someone ?" As she said the later part of her question she turned to face Aryell, why did this girl look familar ?

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Nobody seemed to notice that the asthma inhaler Obake had pulled out earlier was in fact, not an asthma inhaler at all. It was an oxygen injector, a device which pumped oxygen directly into his blood-stream, allowing Obake to breathe even in some of the most unlikely conditions. As he leaned back against the wall near a corner of the alley way, Obake's entire figure seemed to be clouded by the blackish grey smoke caused by the burning embers which lingered around after the fire had been extinguished. The smoke only helped to disguise Obake even moreso than his deceiving costume, even enough to detour Aryell away from him as she drew her red twin-bladed lightsaber, extending its neon blades with a sharp hiss.

Obake had been cloaked in an old dirty brown blanket, tattered with holes and covered with stains. He did not appear to be much of a threat to anyone as he fumbled around with an old pair of sneakers he had found in one of the nearby garbage cans. His entire face had been concealed, but his utonium-based facemask had a high-tech visor which allowed Obake several different types of eyesight which seemed to adjust automatically.

As the smoke became more dense, his visor switched to a smoke screen which allowed him to look through to the characters on the other side. Obake was still watching Aryell and Jeremy very discreetly, not saying anything as Obake suddenly noticed another person on the scene. It was Sonyjae, who had walked passed him earlier and was now standing in-between Aryell and Jeremy, saying something that Obake could not hear from a distance. The cackling embers from the blazing fire had caused a distortion in the sound waves, making it difficult to listen. Obake was not aware that Sonyjae was a Sith, nor was he aware that Aryell was a Jedi, but he knew that Aryell was force-sensitive and that she was carrying a lightsaber. Seeing the reddish blades on Aryell's saber, Obake assumed she may have been a Sith's apprentice and instead turned his attention on Jeremy.

With a clear visual of everything but no distinguishable sound to inform him of what they were saying, Obake was anything but unprepared for this mission. Nobody had seemed to notice the flies that had emerged from the trashcans earlier as Obake was rummaging for scrap metal. These were no ordinary houseflies. They were the same etherine powered bug-bots that Obake had used previously on Flora to spy on the entities there. Etherine was a powerful energy unlike electricity or mito-chlorian forces. The bugs were made of evrite and utonium, much like Obake's spacesuit, making them unaffected by the smoke and flames as the tiny u-flies circled around from up above the area, watching everything with their microscopic sensors. As some of the u-flies would buzz around the Undermarket to scan the vicinity, others would hone in on the small group in the alley way. This would allow Obake a better chance of hearing everything that was being said.

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Vercerigo watched as Brand absorbed the remaining flames, and frowned when Brand spoke to him in a haggard voice, telling him he was out of breath. He seemed on the verge of collapse, and Vercerigo stepped forward, placing a hand on Brand's shoulder to steady him. He then swallowed and spoke in a low voice, "Salutem Halitus." Healing Breath. This should help Brand recover his breath, if that's what the problem was. "Just sit down, Brand. You've done more than your fair share here." He said, eyeing the arsonist slumped over the Robocop's shoulder.