[Day 2 - LE] To Catch a Predator (Closed)

[Alysele Cortess]

"I am so glad you got your thrills." Another eye roll.

She looked at him. "You can keep the hand. Blue doesn't suit me. But you can walk with me." She started moving, still slightly wobbly, but better now. "So, how did you know exactly about this?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"You have a blue lightsaber." His voice was deadpan as he raised a white eyebrow. She didn't seem to be what he expected of most Jedi, especially with how... upscale... her robes were.

Moving after her, to her side, he shrugged. "Came across a dead Sith master. Followed the trail of blood to a swoop gang. Ended up in a dark cultist chat room. Tracked down the ambush spot after I was given a dossier on you to give to them." He didn't bother lying, after all, what good would it do.

"Tracked this down hoping I wouldn't be walking into a pretty girl getting vivisected. They gut their victims while they are still alive."

[Alysele Cortess]

"It was either this or green. Neither is my best color." Her pace was quick and angry as she was walking.

"How did you get from a swoop gang to a chat room?" Her mother was right. Chat rooms are the worst.

"Well, he certainly tried, but failed." her frown deepened. "Who gave you that dossier? You are, of course, giving it to me."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Based on the conversation, I assume it was our friend back there." He thumbed behind his shoulder, picking his pace up.

"You hear about that illegal swoop race last night? The information on the chat room was my prize from it." The Jedi chose their color? From what he had heard, the color chose them.

"It was just your name and a picture. A pretty good picture. No intimate details." He shrugged, before offering a smile.

[Alysele Cortess]

"Based on the conversation, I assume it was our friend back there." He thumbed behind his shoulder, picking his pace up.

"You hear about that illegal swoop race last night? The information on the chat room was my prize from it." The Jedi chose their color? From what he had heard, the color chose them.

"It was just your name and a picture. A pretty good picture. No intimate details." He shrugged, before offering a smile.

"Well... I feel I'll have to have a nice conversation with our friend then." She mubmled under her breath.

"No, I didn't. That is an oddly specific prize... maybe the swoopers also need to checking." She turned towards the blue man. "I'll be the judge of what's intimate and what's not." She waved a datapad at him. "Send it over and I'll take a look."

Finally her eyes settled on him with no glare or hatred or petty bitchiness... "So you're hobby vigilante?"

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay reached into an inside pocket of his overcoat, pulling his own datapad. Loading the file onto a datastick, he then handed it over to Alysele. Once she loaded it, she would find it was exactly as he described.

Her name. And a picture.

"Not really hobby vigilante. A mercenary, to be sure. I like to think of myself as a Guardian of the masses." He looked back to where the Sith had dragged the young nikto. Guilt held in his soul, before shaking it from himself.

"I go where the Force brings me."

[Alysele Cortess]

She sighed. It wasn't a bad picture. She looked quite striking from that angle. Still annoying.

"Apparently I'm on someone's radar then." Not exactly surprising with the work she's been doing.

She looked at him. "The masses pay well?" her voice was slightly caustic, but not as acerbic as before.

She looked at him quizzically.. the way he said that last line... felt more than just plebian superstition.

[Durasay Mixo]

He laughed, shaking his head. "Honestly? I'm a bad mercenary. I have this thing, where I tend to do things for moral reasons. Because it is right and just. That's the reward I seek. I do take jobs with my crew, that pay and pay well, but I'm not motivated by greed."

He cocked an eyebrow as she gave him a puzzled look. "What, I have something in my teeth?" He had a feeling shr was eying him about his comment on the Force. He hadn't called upon it, but he assumed all Jedi could sense things.

"Mind if I hold onto that picture? Like I said, it's a really nice one."

[Alysele Cortess]

He laughed, shaking his head. "Honestly? I'm a bad mercenary. I have this thing, where I tend to do things for moral reasons. Because it is right and just. That's the reward I seek. I do take jobs with my crew, that pay and pay well, but I'm not motivated by greed."

He cocked an eyebrow as she gave him a puzzled look. "What, I have something in my teeth?" He had a feeling shr was eying him about his comment on the Force. He hadn't called upon it, but he assumed all Jedi could sense things.

"Mind if I hold onto that picture? Like I said, it's a really nice one."

"That is not creepy at all.... ?" she asked with a raised eyebrow... before giving him the picture. It WAS a nice one after all.

"Ah.... a do gooder." She tried to keep her voice neutral, though there was some bitterness there. "Butting into other people's business." She shook her head. "One job for money, one for morals then? No, nothing in your teeth." She left it at that for now.

[Durasay Mixo]

Taking the datastick back, there was a bit of a purple flush to his cheeks, before it returned to his normal shade. "Thanks." There was a brief pause, a bit pregnant, before he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry for my part in dragging you into this. I shouldn't have given the Sith as much credit as I had." He sighed out, hesitation in his voice. "Though your fighting style... it was a pleasure to watch."

[Alysele Cortess]

Taking the datastick back, there was a bit of a purple flush to his cheeks, before it returned to his normal shade. "Thanks." There was a brief pause, a bit pregnant, before he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry for my part in dragging you into this. I shouldn't have given the Sith as much credit as I had." He sighed out, hesitation in his voice. "Though your fighting style... it was a pleasure to watch."

Not helping... maybe he's a stalker?. "It is Makashi style, a style of dueling. It is used when fighting superior opponents... Force users, light saber wielders."

She eyed him. "I'm sure you're sorry.... and that is why you're going to be helping me."

[Durasay Mixo]

"I was already going be helping regardless of whether I eas sorry or not. There's a murderer on the loose. And if he isn't caught, these Nikto are going to suffer more and more under Imperial bootheel." There was a flash of hot rage to his normally cool tone. The way that the aspirant had called them 'alien'.

Majority of the galaxy was non-human. What made her think of other sapient life as sub-human.

"At least it was only the one, then. We do have the weakness of this cult. Ritual combat, so it'll be one on one, for the most part." His description was a bit analytical, as he played through the facts in mind. "And I can assume that our Nikto friend will be on the look out for you."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Mhm... I owe him a few slashes. And losing some weight, from his head." She sighed. "That bastard... his armor was a surprise. He was prepared." She frowned. "I want that intact." She said that more to herself than to the Pandoran.

"Perhaps those Nikto are part of the cult, have you thought about that? They may have a skilled warrior, but one nikto a cult does not make." She was lost in thought for a moment. "What is the Red God? Do you know by any chance?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Just because one Nikto is a part of the cult, doesn't mean they all are. It's a dangerous line of thinking." His eyes narrowed as he looked at Alysele.

"The Red God is an old one. The name for an old stellar phenomenae that bathed their homeworld. It called on it's followers to hunt the dark warlocks and witches that oppressed them."

He smirked slightly. "And it views women as impure for the task. Clearly, an evil cult. It's not popular, and the majority of Nikto regard it as superstition and nonsense."

[Dapper Dog]

A family of nikto refugees begin the long clean up of their destroyed apartment in the wake of the battle.

[Alysele Cortess]

"Just because one Nikto is a part of the cult, doesn't mean they all are. It's a dangerous line of thinking." His eyes narrowed as he looked at Alysele.

"The Red God is an old one. The name for an old stellar phenomenae that bathed their homeworld. It called on it's followers to hunt the dark warlocks and witches that oppressed them."

He smirked slightly. "And it views women as impure for the task. Clearly, an evil cult. It's not popular, and the majority of Nikto regard it as superstition and nonsense."

"But it means some of them are... those who are not should step up." She seemed unaffected by eye narrowing.

"She let our a low laugh... which turned into a cough. "Well, ut seems that he enjoyed our introduction enough. I hope he is proud of himself for surviving a witch's attack."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay looked over at the family. The cultist had forced this, had made the battlefield impact this refugee family home.

"You wouldn't have any sway to get a clean up team down here to help them out?" He sighed as he watched them.

"I'm sure he's giddy with a thirst for blood. Which means we will have to be ready. And we can't let the Empire run rampant in Shadowtown, either."

[Alysele Cortess]

Aly let out a sigh. "I'll look into it... not sure there is much I can do."

She looked at him squarely. "And how do you intend to do that? Wag your finger at them?"

She smirked. "Mhm... well, I'm happy to drown him in his own blood next time." That was a chilling statement from a Jedi... but Aly didn't seem to be aware.

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay squared off against her. "Aggressive finger wagging, your delicateness." He smirked back. "If we can increase Republic presence here, the Empire will think twice about beating down on refugees. They aren't eager to jeopardise the peace talks, either."

"Don't lightsabers cauterize wounds so there isn't a lot of blood?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"Well, suppose I'll have to get my hands dirty then." She replied with her own smirk, then pointed a finger at him. "At least you're not doing the finger gun." she imitated the classic gesture, before stepping to the side and continuing past him.

"Perhaps... I am sure the Hutts will be quite alright with a Republic force moving in here."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Just use the excuse that they're helping prevent more swoop races." He chided, with a slight smile. He began to move after her. "They aren't minding the Sith bringing trooper squads around, so what's good for one, is good for the other."

He looked forwards, keeping his eyes open. "I trust they have kolto at your enclave?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"I assume the Sith already have the correct bribes in place..." she let out a sigh. "'I'll... see what I can do." She wasn't exactly full of enthusiasm.

"I think so? I really hope so. I am going to need it."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Alright. I'll make sure you get there, then I'll be on my way." He continued on with her, tucking his hands into the pockets of his overcoat. Moving out onto the thoroughways of the Shadow Town. He still felt the effects of the stim pack in his system.

"You're not a typical Jedi, are you?"

[Alysele Cortess]

Aly shrugged, the movement causing a ripple of pain in her left shoulder. Ugh.

She looked at him, her blue eyes icy cold. "What is a typical Jedi, what do you think?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Well, I don't know, really. The only Jedi I've ever encountered before were more wandering philospher types. And they never looked like..." He did take the time to eye her again, "... well, not like you. Maybe if they did, I'd have gone with them to get trained."

He smirked again, before the smile disappeared as she winced. "Then again, war brings all kinds, I suppose."