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Tel'Kar Namani

A Zeltron woman who's been hunted all her life, she tends to be slightly more emotional than your average Jedi

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a character in “The Return of Mandalore”, as played by TheRose202

Description

Name: Tel'Kar Namani

Age: 31

Race: Zeltron

Physical description: This woman's skin is of a dark purplish-red hue, and her hair is a brilliant, flowing azure that cascades down to the small of her back like a tropical waterfall, generally left down. She stands at about five and a half feet, and has excellent proportions. She has silver almond-shaped eyes and a heart-shaped face, and her features are considered by many to be extremely beautiful. Her figure helps this opinion along, as she has an excellently-toned hourglass-shaped body, complete with well-filled curves. Her skin is almost completely without blemishes, the exception being along her forearms and callused hands, a few minor scars present from working with blades her entire life.

Personality: Despite the Jedi Code being somewhat against emotion, Tel'Kar tends to be quite cheerful, and can even get rowdy in battle. She does not, however, possess the same seductive manner as many other Zeltron females, having forgone any such tendencies in her childhood. She tends to step on the toes of the other Jedi Masters, being a bit more aggressive in her opinions than some others, and this has been a subject of close scrutiny during her time among the New Jedi Order. However, they have not yet taken action, and she's confident that they never will, as she's become an integral part in the Jedi Order's rebuilding process, personally going on many missions with her former Padawan, Soran.

Equipment: She usually wears a short-cut black leather halter vest and form-fitting black leather leggings under her dark brown Jedi Master robes, the garments giving her freedom of movement and fluidity that others might not. She uses an orange-bladed lightsaber lance as her primary weapon, and she wields a purple bladed curved-hilt lightsaber coupled with a short red lightsaber shoto as her backup.

Forms, weaponry, talents, and abilities: Tel'Kar is an excellent duelist. She's considered somewhat of a weapons master among the New Jedi Order, mastering four of the seven Jedi forms and learning more than a few other, non-canon saber forms on her spare time. She does, however, struggle somewhat with actual force abilities, though she is one of the few Light Jedi to have mastered the art of Force Lightning, possibly due to her slightly higher level of emotional comfort. her favourite force technique, however, is the Jedi Mind Trick, which plays well off her racial empathic abilities, and she's become very apt at using that as well. She is very non-traditional in her teachings and fighting styles, switching between multiple different radically varying forms in a matter of seconds.

She favours the following Saber styles, in order from favourite to less favoured:
  • Form Seven: Juyo/Vaapad - Juyo: This was described as the most vicious form of lightsaber combat, and was said to be filled with both fury and "malignant grace." The form was given the title of the most difficult and demanding form in all of saber combat. Skilled combatants with Juyo were said by Jedi Master Vrook Lamar to be able to "eviscerate a lone enemy."
    Vaapad: During the latter years of the Republic, Jedi Master Mace Windu developed Vaapad with the aid of fellow master Sora Bulq, by drawing inspiration from the movements of a creature, known both as the Juyo and the Vaapad native to the planet Sarapin. Vaapad users appeared to wield many lightsabers at once, moving too fast to see, just as the vaapad creature would attack with blindingly fast tentacles that were impossible to count until the vaapad was dead. A Vaapad user's attacks would flow into each other with liquid precision, creating the constant near-invisible weave of energy which was the ready-stance of Vaapad.
  • Form Four: Ataru - An aggressive style, this form was fast-paced and effective against single opponents, though weaker in prolonged combat and confined spaces. Also, it was not recommended for use against opponents wielding blasters. Ataru was characterized by Force-assisted acrobatics, such as somersaults and leaping strikes, both for attack and defense. Another characteristic of the form was its fast, powerful strikes from multiple directions.
  • Jar'Kai - This was not a canon Jedi form, but rather one developed by those who preferred to wield two blades. It focused on speed and accuracy as well as aggression, pushing against one's enemy with a flurry of attacks, either using both blades to constantly attack or using one for defense while the other kept up the attack. Tel'Kar tends to use the latter.
  • Tràkata - Tràkata was a form of lightsaber combat developed for taking advantage of a lightsaber blade's ability to be turned on and off, a unique quality in a melee weapon. Quickly shutting off then re-igniting the blade could cause confusion in one's opponents, allowing for diversionary feints in combat. Mixed with Jar'Kai, Tràkata was extremely effective, even against multiple opponents. It was not a canon Jedi form.
  • Form One: Shii-Cho - In combat, this form's lightsaber combat was wild and raw, relying on deliberate tactics and being primarily aimed towards disarming rather than injuring foes, in keeping with Jedi philosophy. Basic initiates in the style demonstrated rather clumsy performance, though in the hands of a master, Shii-Cho was fluid but highly randomized and unpredictable.
  • Form Two: Makashi - Makashi was described as elegant and focused, and was based on balance and footwork to outmaneuver opponents. Fluidity and economy of motion were relied on, rather than strength, with Form II bladework heavily utilizing jabs and light cuts rather than hack and slash movements. Though Makashi was superb for one-on-one lightsaber dueling, it was not without its weaknesses, being relatively ineffective against multiple opponents and failing to address the issue of blast-deflection.

History: From early on, Tel'Kar showed signs of force-sensitivity. She was able to predict things before they would happen (most notably she predicted the weather for her parents the night before a major party. They didn't believe her, however, and the party was thus ruined by heavy rainstorms.) and she was able to move objects that a girl of her age and weight should never be able to budge. As such, she was taken by the Old Order when she was only one, and was thus never exposed to the massive hedonism and party mentality of her people. This caused her to develop differently than other Zeltrons, but even as she showed great promise as a Jedi, the Order always kept a close eye on her due to her racial tendency toward strong emotion. She trained for a few years within the academy, but her training was cut short when Order 66, the Clone Protocol that labeled the Jedi as traitors to be exterminated, was brought into effect. She narrowly dodged the order, hiding away in an unused training room within the Academy until the clones were satisfied with their search. As luck would have it, however, another Jedi who dodged the Order by the name of Kritak Malkar would find her and take her under his wing, the two fleeing to Dac and going into hiding under the guise of a wealthy Plasma trader and his daughter.

During the Purge, the two dodged multiple attempts at their capture through the help of the Mon Calamari inhabitants of Dac, who were never entirely friendly to the Imperial troops. Under Master Malkar's tutelage, Tel'Kar would become an excellent Jedi, experienced in the ways of the force and masterful with a saber. She tended towards exotic weaponry, such as the lightsaber lance and the curved-hilt lightsaber, as well as enjoying and eventually mastering the art of Jar'Kai, which was wielding two blades instead of one. Their life together on Dac was paradise, but as with all good things, it was doomed to come to an end. Nearing the end of the Empire's reign, Kritak was assassinated by Imperial Shadow Troopers, who invaded his home and torched the entire thing while Tel'Kar was out buying their food for the week. Upon entering, she was devastated at what she saw. Their home, all their belongings (except their blades, which Tel'Kar took with her), and everything else within a ten-foot radius of the home's perimeter had been razed. Kritak had clearly put up a fight -- there were multiple Shadow Trooper bodies strewn about the house -- but in the end he was overwhelmed. For the first time in many years, Tel'Kar almost felt rage. She was able to barely subdue this feeling and moved in with friends of the Rebellion that lived next door to them, those sheltering her until the end of the Empire's reign and the creation of the New Jedi Order in 6 ABY. She still feels stronger emotions than she should when she thinks back to that fateful day.

As soon as she heard of the New Order, Tel'Kar made her way to the newly-built academy as quickly as she could and was inducted as a Jedi Master due to her considerable skill and training, though she was an odd one when it came to Masters. She didn't end up making many friends due to her domineering attitude and ability to steer arguments like a speeder bike, but the New Council still realises that she's an integral part of their operation, and as such hasn't exiled her as yet. Fairly early on, she was assigned a Miraluka Padawan who she herself found by the name of Soran, who she has been able to train to the point where he no longer needs her and has been promoted to Jedi Knight, though he still appears to have some sort of attachment to her, as he requests many missions with her, and even tends to call her Master. She doesn't mind, however, as Soran is one of the few within the Order with whom she feels a connection. She is one of the most active members of the Order to date, putting her and her Padawan and recently turned Knight through many dangerous missions essential to the New Republic's continued operation. Currently, her and Soran are on a mission to shut down a slaver ring deep in the bowels of Coruscant.

So begins...

Tel'Kar Namani's Story

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Tel'Kar can sense Soran's eagerness to move away from her, and though it's rather odd to her, she shrugs it off and makes her way toward the elevators, donning the glasses which Soran had refused and pulling up a holographic map on their display. As she reaches the elevator, she takes up her lance and leans upon it as if she's become lame and, on the way down, she places an artificially made gnarly looking scar upon the leg to make the effect more believable. It adjusts to her skin colour and she smiles at its effectiveness. The Force was an excellent tool, but having technology didn't hurt either. After she disembarks the elevator, she makes her way through the maze of bridges and squares to the Outlander Club, the whole time using the lance as a walking stick and limping so as to make herself seem non-threatening and to be ignored. Her general attractiveness negates this somewhat, but most leave her alone, looking straight ahead as they navigate the night. Coruscant truly is the city that never sleeps, especially the entertainment district, on both the dark and the light side of the planet. At night, however, it's populated by slightly less decent folk, certainly not the type to strike up a conversation.

She finally arrives at the Inn, looking up at the massive Wookie bouncer that stands with his arms crossed before the entryway, two silver sliding doors made of durasteel.
"Good evening, sir." she says with a disarming smile up at him, "May I enter your establishment, perchance?"
The Wookie, able to understand but not speak basic, peers at her for a few moments and, after determining that she's a non-threat, nods in her direction and returns his roving gaze to the rest of the bridge-streets about them. Tel'Kar smiles and bows to him in gratitude, limping in with her "walking stick" tapping upon the ground with every step. She takes in her surroundings with a sweeping gaze as she deactivates the holographic map.

The Outlander Club is not quite as seedy as the club which Soran is visiting, and certainly more busy, but it still has the stink of depravity about it, and the amount of death stick smoke that hangs in the air is suffocating. Great, thought Tel'Kar grimly, this is my favourite kind of place. She puts a smile on her face, however, and limps over to the bar, taking a seat and consciously increasing the release of pheremones for which the Zeltron people are so well known. Before long, she's attracted the attention of a bounty hunter in Mandalorian armour that sits not far from her, the man approaching the area next to her.
"You look a bit 'igh-class for this join, luv." he says, his tone low and gruff, "Wha' brings a lady like you 'ere, then?"
So begins the dance that is information gathering...

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When Soran entered, every person in the cantina stopped and swivelled their eyes over him. The Jedi simply stood there, a little bewildered and extremely cautious as he looked for anyone reaching a blaster. However, after a good twenty seconds with nothing happening, the Miralukan tilted his head slightly to the side.

"Hello?"

Slowly, and one by one, the patrons turned back to their drinks, no-one answering the Jedi except the Falleen male serving drinks behind the counter. "We're good at spotting trouble here," the reptilian said, "and you stink of it."

"What?" Soran asked, making his way to the bar with purposeful clumsiness. "What makes you think that? I'm just here for a drink, Sir."

"No you're not," the Falleen sniffed, "you're a stranger from the upper city who's come down here after dark." The Falleen leaned in closer, as though he was trying to inspect Soran's face. "No-one from above comes down here after dark. Not many comes here during the day either. Only the locals who live here, or those with business. So what is it - your business?"

Soran shook his head with a slight sigh. "I insist, I really do have no business. I'm just here to find a drink and explore the underworld. You hear all sorts of stories of things that happen down here, you know. Maybe I'm just feeling a little adventurous."

"Well you shouldn't," the Falleen replied. "It's dangerous down here."

"What.. Like gangs or something?"

"Try worse."

"What could be more dangerous than a gang?" Soran asked, as he paid for the drink the Falleen had automatically served him. "Monsters?"

"People we don't talk about. You should go back up, boy, before you get kidnapped or killed."

"... Okay fine. Look, I'm down here trying to find my sister. I know it's dangerous, and especially if it is I'm not just going to leave her down here. Is there nothing you can do to help?"

"... Whatever you do, avoid level 1313. That's all I'll say."

"I appreciate the help," Soran said, as he downed his drink in one, then stood and turned to leave the cantina. The moment the door slid shut on him, several of the patrons stood and began to follow.

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"Well, truthfully," says Tel'Kar with a troubled look, her new accent distinctly high-class, "something of great value was stolen from my home by men wearing strange steel armour. They broke in and demanded I give them anything valuable I had...if I hadn't...well, I don't want to think about what would've happened. I'm here to drown my sorrows, to be honest."
She's playing the innocent young rich woman perfectly, and the Hunter's buying right into it and, beneath his crusader helmet, wearing a massive grin. "Well, I might've 'eard of a few men in 'strange armour', but...I'd need a bit've material persuasion to spur me mem'ry, if ye catch my meanin'." Tel'Kar rolls her eyes behind the glasses, but her voice falters none at all

"Oh, thank you, kind sir!" she says enthusiastically as she holds out a handful of credit chips, "Any help you could render would be most appreciated. You're truly my hero."
This did nothing to help deflate the large head on this particular bounty hunter, and as he takes his helmet off, the face of a grinning clone is revealed. Likely an aberrant from the original stock; there were a few of those, most famously Spar, or Mandalore the Resurrector. "Anyfing ta 'elp a lady. Now, if you'll follow me, I kin show ye ta where I fink it is yer talkin' 'bout."

Tel'Kar gives a bright, beaming smile at this information, and this time it's only half-feigned! "Oh, you are such a gentleman. Barkeep, I'll not be needing that drink I ordered. Shall we go, my hero?" asks Tel'Kar almost seductively, and the bounty hunter is glad to oblige. Even if she has the physical imperfection of a limp, the fact that he's leading her out attracts many a jealous stare from other male patrons, and even some females. Tel'Kar was glad for their misunderstanding. It only just now occurs to her that she probably shouldn't be following strange people to stranger places, but she puts this out of her mind for now. She has force persuasion and her jedi lance if the former failed, so she would be fine.

The two of them make it to a turbolift and the bounty hunter presses a button. Suddenly, the thing begins to speed downward, and Tel'Kar has to use her "walking stick" to regain her balance, the bounty hunter placing a steadying hand upon her shoulder. She suspects this is for more than chivalry. As the lift begins to slow, the number above the doors reads '1313'. The two exit and, as soon as she can, Tel'Kar falls behind the bounty hunter, out of earshot.

"Soran," she whispers into her communicator. "Change of plans. This guy's not gonna go back to the hotel, and he seems intent on leading me straight to where he believes their hideout is. Come down to level 1313, and we'll meet up at the main lift to rendezvous." After she says this, she runs to catch up with the man and smiles up at him as she says, "Great news! My brother's coming down to help us out. Let's just wait here for a moment until he arrives. He's great with a blaster, and where we're going it sounds like we might get in trouble."
The hunter looks none too happy, but after weighing the options, he shrugs and says, "As long as I 'aven't got ta share me pay, tha's fine. We'll wait 'ere."

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"Oi! Where you goin', kid?" Asked the drunks - or at least, they pretended to be drunks. They had been following him out of the cantina and down the darkened road. "Down to 1313, is it?"

"No, I'm not. I'm going back up to the surface," Soran replied, continuing to walk and upping his speed a little when he heard the threatening tones in their voice.

"Don't move, or I'll put a four inch burn hole right through your back and out'f the chest," one of them said, his blaster pistol at the ready and aimed with both hands.

Soran froze, not wishing to agitate them further. He could hear the hurried footsteps as three of them ran towards him and quickly had him surrounded with weapons ready. The Miralukan didn't move, or reach for his saber, or use any force trick to get out of the situation. He wouldn't have a chance. With that blaster aimed at him, any funny movement, perhaps even speaking, would just cause them to shoot and ask later.

"Why were you asking about 1313?" The one in front of him asked, moving closer with one arm outstretched as though preparing to pat him down and search for weapons. "Who sent you?"

"No-one sent me," Soran assured. "I came down here to look for my sister, like I said!"

"Oh yeah, what's her name? I know most of the women in this neighbourhood, and I know there are no Miraluka in this area."

"I'm not giving you her name! How do I know you won't search for her and hurt her?"

"You're not giving us her name because you don't have one. Search him," the man said, as someone from behind forced Soran's arms out to his side and began to pat him down.

Meanwhile, Soran noticed the peculiar tattoo on the shoulder of the man before him: "Black Sun?" He asked, as he watched the man's eyebrows lower in distrust and anger.

"What's it to you-"

"Soran, change of plans. This guy's not gonna go back to the hotel, and he seems intent on leading me straight to where he believes their hideout is. Come down to level 1313." The voice of Tel'kar flickered to life through the communicator on his wrist, and the atmosphere took a sudden drop down to dangerous levels.

Soran suddenly reached out, taking the Black Sun member's blaster and forcing it to his side just in time for the trigger squeeze. The man who had been searching him took a blaster bolt to the chest, killing him instantly, while the Miralukan's lightsaber flew up to his waiting hands and ignited just as the Jedi span around. The Black Sun Member's arms and head were cut clean off; blaster hitting the ground with a clang as Soran brought the blue blade around to defend against a second blaster bolt, which was sent on a ricochet right back at the shooter. With three down, Soran thrust his palm out, the final assailant knocked into a wall and out cold before he barely got the chance to react.

The Jedi marched over, his blade held behind his back as he reached down and raised the last shooter up against the wall with his arm just as he came to again. "Perhaps you can tell me where the slavers are?" He asked, his voice dangerously dark and unforgiving.

"What does it matter?" The alien asked in basic, coughing and grinning. "They have an army. Hundreds of members and bounty hunters. What're you gonna do against them?"

A third voice suddenly caused Soran to look back towards the old cantina, where the bouncer was speaking hectically on his communicator. Soran couldn't hear most of it, but the words "discovered" and "Jedi" were far too familiar for him to miss. The Gran bouncer quickly went back inside the cantina and the door light flickered red to signal it was locked, and Soran cast his hand over the assailant to put him to sleep long enough for him to no longer be a concern.

A few moments later, the Jedi ran through an alley towards a walkway looking over a large, open expanse, where the buildings of the underworld could be seen stretching up towards the ceiling of the underworld above. "Tel'kar, we've been discovered. I blame you," he spoke through the communicator, as he watched at least two dozen speedbikes racing through the streets below.

He checked the level number besides him - 1303 - before figuring it was safe enough to descend to 1313 on foot. With a single breath, he vaulted over the walkway railing.

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As the voice of Soran filters through her communicator blaming her for his discovery, Tel'Kar sighs. And the bounty hunter is suddenly very interested. "Wha's that, then? Discovered? What'd'e mean? I thought 'e was yer brother?" he says, suspiciously. He asks far too many questions, but Tel'Kar decides to go with brutal honesty. She stops leaning on her lance and plants it in the ground, taking a more regal stance in hopes that it'll help her image.
"Alright, I've not been entirely honest." she says, her voice drastically changing from 'naive young rich girl' to 'wise Jedi Master' in a matter of seconds, "Nothing was stolen from me. In truth, I am a Jedi Master from the New Jedi Order by the name of Tel'Kar. Soran is not my brother, but in fact a Jedi Knight whom I've trained myself. Our mission here is to shut down a slaving ring run by what we now believe to be the Black Sun Syndicate and perhaps the Hutt Cartel. Now, I truly hope you'll stay with us despite the danger of our mission, but I understand if you change your mind."

The more Tel'Kar speaks, the more the hunter's expression darkens. "Jedi, eh?" he says, his voice more gruff even than usual, "Yer ilk's the reason I got kicked out've the Old Republic. I refused ta try an' kill Master Yoda, an' they tried ta kill me instead. Called me a 'rogue'. Anyway, I'm not fancyin' 'elpin ya out as much's I was wiv this new information." However, something in the way Tel'Kar's face drops, and perhaps partially due to pheromone-induced attraction, he frowns guiltily. Not helping these Jedi would feel as if he had never made the decision not to purge them at all. So, he gets a grin on his face and a mad sparkle in his eye.
"But! I'll still 'elp ye. Gonna be an 'igher cost this time, though."

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The Falleen known as Korxir was woken from his meditation by several heavily armed men moving into the room. There were three of them, each in heavy armour, with several utility and military functions built in. Their belts held grenades, their wrist-gauntlet's held small missiles and flamethrowers and their backs were adorned by jetpacks. Other than painting and pattern, their armours were completely identical, but held no helmets; only breathing masks and tracking devices over the eyes.

"Jedi are on 1313," one of them said. "We've mobilized as you requested."

"I should have guessed this day would come," Korxir said, as he slowly raised his head to look at them. The green-skinned near-human had both reptilian and mammalian features and was dressed ceremonially, with gold-coloured armour and a head-piece that held long, white hair above his head in a partial bun that allowed it to flow down the back of his neck and around his shoulders. Lay in front of him was a spear and by all intentions, he looked like a relic from an age so bygone that not many knew it had ever even happened; before technology, or electricity, or science. Just stone, fire and steel. "Send a third of our forces out to deal with the problem. The rest must remain here to defend. The three of you will join the third, and I expect good results, considering Jedi hunting is your speciality."

The three each nodded, then turned and left the room. Once alone again, the force-sensitive Falleen returned to his meditation. He was no Jedi, or Sith, or servant of either the light or dark sides - he was something much together different... An almost sorcerer, if you will.

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Soran landed first on the top of a medium-height building, before jumping down again to a second walkway connecting it to another. Then again he vaulted, falling for at least three seconds before he softly hit the floor of what appeared to be a car park for run-down speeders. He took a look around him, but didn't get much chance to take in the surroundings before blaster bolts were hurled down from the roofs and windows of two buildings overlooking the lot.

The Miralukan took cover, his lightsaber igniting to deflect any shots that came too close as he moved from vehicle to vehicle with force-augmented speed. He knew he would have to do something soon, or he wouldn't be able to last much longer without getting hit. He was also aware of the nearest elevator being a little too far for his liking, so he had no chance of sitting in some cover to wait for Tel'kar, either. He had to act now.

He took in a deep breath, then hurled himself up into the air with the power of the force beneath his feet. He turned over, a slow front flip that sent him onto the balcony of first building. His lightsaber did the landing for him, cutting through one of the shooters and then quickly spinning to redirect a shot back at a second shooter a meter or so away. As yet more bolts pierced the wall around him, Soran endeavoured to retreat inside the building for more cover.

At least in there it was much more difficult for someone to shoot him, and the first room he encountered appeared empty. There was a metal door on the far side of the room, and from the look of the building from the outside it led into a narrow corridor that would take him closer to the elevator.

He moved towards it, but stopped when he noticed the light at the side turned blue to signal it was being unlocked. He tilted his head a little, 'blind' eyes staring through the door to see at least ten more about to enter the room.

When the door finally opened, the Black Sun gangsters didn't immediately open fire. Instead they watched him in surprise; leaving actual response far too late to stop Soran step inside the passageway with them. With his lightsaber at the ready, the Jedi made his way to the door at the far end.

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As it turns out, waiting on the same level that housed the same gangsters that had been alerted to their presence was not particularly a good idea. As Tel'Kar and the rogue clone sat there talking, about fifteen Black Sun gangsters came around the corner, firing several blaster bolts at them. Tel'Kar reacts with lightning speed, spinning her lance as she deftly blocks all of them, though the disadvantage to this is that they do not, in fact, bounce back. The rogue clone dives behind cover simultaneously, pulling his strange-looking E-11 blaster from behind his back. It lets out a slight whirring sound as he seems to simply wait there. Some help he was.

In the mean time, Tel Kar ignites her lance and charges at the group of Black Sun, having to dodge or block blaster bolts from time to time. When she finally reaches them, they each draw vibroblades, as they are aware that blasters will do no good against a jedi at such close quarters. She fells one after another, her orange-bladed lance a blur as it slices through the armour of the gangsters from feet away. Just as one is about to get in close to strike at her throat, a massive bolt of electricity comes from somewhere behind her, slamming into one of the Black Sun members and arcing quickly from him to four others, all of them collapsing in a cloud of smoke. Lucky, it seems, that her attire contained no metal. She looks back to the source and sees the grinning face of the bounty hunter who she travels with, holding his modded E-11, which has just been revealed as an ARC caster, up toward where the first gangster was just standing.

"Glad that din't 'it you! Though 'm sure ye coulda 'andled it." says the hunter, his expression quite victorious.
"As am I." says Tel'Kar, somewhat less enthusiastic. "Now where is Soran? He should've been here by now..."
She couldn't deny feeling some degree of worry, but going up to search for him now would cost valuable time. Now that they were discovered, they had to get moving as quickly as possible, but she decides to wait just a few more minutes for him, running over to where the bounty hunter lies and ducking behind cover with him.
"If he's not here soon, we move out." she says definitively, though she had the feeling that she'd probably know if he wasn't going to show up.

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The sounds of battle were close to Tel'kar and the bounty hunter, erupting once again even after they finished their own skirmish with the Black Sun. The absolute unmistakeable sound of a lightsaber cutting through the air could be heard through cries of pain and anguish, and the cracks of blaster bolts against blade. One of the redirected shots flew into the room where the Jedi Master and her new friend were taking cover, hitting the far wall and staining it with burns.

Eventually, the fighting stopped, but the humming continued as Soran stepped over a fallen body with his lightsaber at the ready, leaving numerous bodies in the hall behind him with their own separated limbs. Despite the two being in cover, Soran saw them through their cover due to his ability to see through the force rather than light spectrum, and with the press of a button his lightsaber blade whooshed back into the hilt.

"I was beginning to think you'd been killed, Master," Soran said with a slight tease in his tone. "I see you were just hiding instead. We should move, behind this door is a street leading to a series of old warehouses, from what I can tell. It's probably the right direction, considering there are at least 30 men on the other side waiting for us."

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Tel'Kar quickly stands up as she hear's Soran's voice and gives a fairly wide grin. "Finally. Took you long enough, Knight." she says.
The bounty hunter stands as well, looking significantly more grim as he says, "Thir'y, did 'e say? 'Ow're we--" "Quite! Only thirty. This should be fun and easy in equal measure." responds Tel'Kar with a nod, "Especially with a little bit of lightning at my finger tips. Of course, we'll give 'em a chance to negotiate the terms of their surrender, but I doubt they'll respond to that."

She vaults over the totaled airspeeder they were hiding behind and walks up to Soran. "I only had like ten to fight, man. And this guy killed the last half of them with his fancy zappy gun." she says, wiggling her fingers as she speaks the last part. "Anyhow, I'm taking the lead this time, okay? We all know I'm the better negotiator."

With that, she limps over to the door and prepares to open it...

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"Of course, Master. I'll follow your lead," Soran answered, giving a glance over at the stranger but not saying a word to him. How she acquired help on such notice he didn't particularly want to know, but he had a feeling he was either being manipulated by the force or high on pheromones. Why else would he follow a Jedi deep into the Coruscant underworld?

"They have a blaster turret, so I hope you have a good idea of what you're going to say when you open that door. Or at least, a good plan of action. When you fai- I mean if you fail, I'll go left, you can go right. How does that sound?" He gave a glance back at the man again; wondering how to factor him into the plan. "He can just shoot things."

He stood besides the door, his lightsaber hilt at the ready and shoulder pressed against the wall as he prepared to rush in like he was about to breach a room.

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"It sounds like a plan to me, if a not very well structured one." says Tel'Kar as she gives him a look at the horribly covered 'when you fail' comment. "Anyway. Ready? One...two...three." She throws open the door and puts on her best smile as she speaks in a booming voice, "Evening gents! Now, you know, many of your friends are outside right now and have lost the ability to breathe. I would strongly suggest you drop your weaponry and hand yourself over to the authorities peacefully, else we'll have to spill just a touch of blood."

It goes over just about as well as she had actually expected. After a long pause and several incredulous stares, someone in the large group of armed gangsters yells, "What're you waiting for? Shoot!" and the entire room alights with blaster fire. "Huh. Why do they never listen to reason?" asks Tel'Kar with a small smirk as she dives back out the door and leans against the wall, red, yellow, and green blaster bolts following her out. "Well, I suppose we'll have to use your considerably less kind approach, Soran. I'll wait for your signal."

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Kavis looks at the man who was aiming his rifle at him, and frowned. He wore heavily modified Crusader model armour, and Kavis could tell that he was an important figure in Mandalorian society. Kavis stumbled forwards and drew Rocky out of it's holster, aiming at this figure.

"My name is Kavis Mindar." Kavis said as he slowly stumbled forwards, not taking his eyes off of the figure. "I was pursued by Bounty Hunters and was shot down. I need food, supplies and a fresh change of clothes, please, if you have any decency."

Kavis drops Rocky and waits for an answer from the figure.

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"It's not my signal you should be waiting for, it's theirs'," he assured his master as his lightsaber lit up with a bright blue flash and the Miralukan span out into the fray with his blade in the position needed to send some bolts back at the shooters. "And they already gave it."

He span his saber behind his back and raised his free hand. A second later, a speeder bike was pulled into the air by the force and then thrown up towards the blaster turret being fired from a balcony in front of them. It wasn't a direct hit, crashing just below the target and bouncing off, but it sure as hell freaked out the shooter, who not only stopped firing for a few seconds in order to dive away, but never quite got his aim back when he was forced to return to shooting by his superior.

Soran pushed left, cutting his way through a couple of low-lives and ducking behind a few conveniently placed crates. Whatever they were shifting hopefully wasn't too explosive, because the Jedi was now using it as a shield to avoid getting shot.

"We need to push towards the bridge!" He called out. "That's where all their men came from!"

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