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R1 remained stationary. Angel slowly stood up. " I can't go a single day on other planets without something like this. " she said, to no one in specific. Her attention fell on the new arrival. " It's only fair to warn you that I'm now in a bad mood. " Though she took no fighting stance, it was clear she was ready for trouble when her hand starting sparking.

(( I can take it over if you want, unless you wanna do it. Doesn't matter to me. ))

" Already bent on the outcome that won't come to pass. Typical Sith thinking. " Angel said, just before unleashing a lightning blast at him. It wasn't focused enough to be lethal, but it would hurt like Hell.

Naboo ...

"Hey, who the hell are you, wench?" snarled the would-be assassin, whom crumbled to his knees.

"Like, I totally have a better question for you: Who are you, and, like, who sent you?" Freya demanded of the man.

The man reached out, calling his dropped saber with the Force.

However, a shock from a droid's arc-welding attachment managed to make contact with the saber, rendering it useless slag. "It seems we're just in the nick of time, Bear," said a familiar, mellow voice. That being Rusty, the ancient R5, whom was hovering in the air with his jet legs.

< Indeed, > woofed the wookie whom was with them. < Lady Starsinger, run for it! We'll deal with this, >

"We'll, like, totally deal with it together." Freya firmly said. "This mega-creep crashed our party, and he's gonna pay,"

< And, who is this woman? His partner? > Bear roared, indicating Angel.

"No, no! She's, like, totally on our side!" Freya said to Bear.

Iust moved backwards to avoid the blaster shots that were coming dangerously close to his feet. Iust just kept firing as he moved, hopefully one of the shots would stop the charging bounty hunter.

Stripped to the waist, wielding his two deactivated lightsabers, Link slashed, jabbed, and sliced through his fighting routine, snapping the hilts around as though they were ignighted.
The young man dripped with sweat as he worked his way through his training regime, the 19th time he had gone through these motions with his lightsabers.
He had already trained with his sword and Gaffi. It annoyed him that he did not have near the space to work out in as what he would have had he been in the hold of a Bulk freighter, but transports off Geonosis were somewhat hard to find.
Mid way through his final routine, the lights flicked on. The spacious loung lit up and cast away the total darkness Link had been training in.

"Y'know, they probably cut better when they're on." Sha'ra called from the doorway.
"This one does not wish to carve up your lounge. He knows well enough where the blades would be." Link replied as he resumed his motions.
"What really bothers me is that you train in the dark. There are a lot funner things you could be doing..."
"This one needs to focus on what he should do, not what he wants to do. And he should be training."

Sha'ra smiled and shook her head. "What you should be doing is having fun. Not all this Martial training and running about the galaxy doing good. You gotta be having fun and enjoying your youth while you got it." She walked across the room, two steaming cups in hand. Sliding into the couch, she watched as Link kept working through his combat routine.
"This one has dedicated himself to the path of the Jedi, as did his master before him. It is a tough road, but one worth traveling."
The woman sighed. "Such a waste. You do a great dishonor to the Galaxy's female population by keeping with your little ascetic codes."
Link did not reply immediately, focused as he was on his training. He completed his routine with a final stance, then twirled his sabers and clipped them onto his belt. Picking up a towel, he rubbed the sweat off and glanced to the woman.

"The Jedi may be in hiding, but they are still needed. As long as this one can wield his sword to help others, he can not leave the path he has chosen."
"Then why are you so dead set on finding Cale Darksun's treasure? Its not like you to want material wealth."
Link looked out the viewport, seeing the stars of hyperspace flow past like a flooding river.
"This one does not know. Perhaps to learn more about a family he may have once had, to connect with the name and tattoo that this one bears."
He remained Silent for a time as he reflected on his words. Raising his right arm, he stared at the Tattoo, the void black sun and its spiralling corona.

"You know, I ran into Hiko some time ago." Sha'ra said after a sip of her Stim-tea.
He looked up at her curiously. "The Master? How is he?"
"He's moved into Ilum for a time. Quite a surprise to know he's become an artist under a psyudonym, especially since I had wanted to commission a work from him. He was fine. Still a delicious piece of male-meat."
Link sighed. "This one did not need that information." He slid onto the couch and sipped at the Stim-tea that the Zeltron had brought him. "Though it is good to know he is still well."
"He still think's you're an idiot."
"Not surprising." He took another sip of his tea, then glanced at Sha'ra once again.

"How do you do it, Sha'ra? Flitting from Sith to Jedi and from Imperial to Outlaw? So many friends in so many rival camps, yet you never come to harm because of it."
The Zeltron was suprised somewhat by the unexpected question, but smirked and winked at him. "Thats because I'm a Zeltron, and a Storyteller to boot. Theres not a being in the galaxy who can hate both me and my proffesion. I dont play the sides against each other, nor favor any faction. All I want is to roam the galaxy telling my stories, add to my collection, and live my life of wild hedonism. Just like the rest of my species."

Link nodded and looked into his mug. "This one has a favor to ask of you, yet again."
Sha'ra arched an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you want me to look after the Princess?"
"Correct. Little harm should come to her if she goes with you. For a time, she'll be safe. If she were to come with this one, she would find nothing but danger. He can't stand the thought of continually dragging her into danger."
"No problem, Talib. I could always use an understudy." The Zeltron nodded. "But at least come and visit her sometime. She seems to have taken a liking to you. And is not worth my time to try tracking you down."
Link nodded.

The two of them looked out the viewport as the Yacht dropped out of hyperspace.
"Looks like we're coming up on Bespin. You take a shower and get your things together. I've to arrange a gig on planet. We'll land before noon, so its a safe bet your Princess wont be awake to see you off."
Link nodded.
"Sha'ra, if there is ever anything this one can do to repay you-"
"Don't worry about it, Talib. I Can make a mint off that krayt slaying story of yours. Just keep doing that kind of stupid stuff so I got fodder I can always fall back on."
"Of course." Link stated as he downed the last of his drink.

((actually, i said the /shape/ was impossible to contain. the lightsaber works by projecting an electromagnetic field that loops the plasma beam back along the path it traveled before reaching the end of the field. this is why it makes a straight line shape. shields work by projecting electromagnetic fields outward and always ultimately creating a spherical shape. it can be used to surround the user in a spherical ray shield, like personal shield belts do, as well as starship and planetary shields, or they can make the shape the death star shield did, that of a tear drop, although it was probably due to both the death star's shields and the planetary shield.

plus, keep in mind that dart and rocket launchers are one-shot weapons and must be manually reloaded. by the way, do you have a shield on both arms?))

((eh? since when? and why are they allowed?

edit: let's take this to the RP help thread))