Prior to leaving the his ship (recently named the Nema'ary Talon) Galiss has it fully prept for take off.
Reaching out with the force Galiss squeezes the senators throat a little bit "I'm not as late as you will be senator if you're not careful!" Releasing Breshed he continues with a wry smile "Now what can I help you with?"
Sol-leks jumps as the rusted steps beneath him shatter. He lands behind you and swings at your midsection.
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You narrowly avoid the shots from the third man and split him in half cleanly. The other two men fall dead from your thrown sabers. Three more men with blaster rifles and repeaters approach, taking cover behind crates of supplies. A man with a disruptor rifle tries to snipe you from the top of the ship.
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(I'll type up your thing later, Baylin, I need to be going soon.)
You can tell that kicks will do nothing to Sol-leks. He barely flinches as your kick connects with his right shin, and his lightsaber clashes with your right one. He forces you down to the ground.
"You are good, but no match for my strength," he mutters, and he lifts up his lightsaber. "Still, it is not uncommon for people to be bested in a contest of strength against me."
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"I need you to track down a man named Hajid Thajkon. He owes me a lot of money or some services of his own," Senator Breshed tells you smuggly. "I know you can do it, you've done such things before. All that Force nonsense...I wish the Jedi were this helpful. They go by all their rules and guidlines, while you get the job done and get a fairly good payday as well." He chuckles to himself.
"I wanted to meet you here because I believe that one of his cronies are here in the Plaza. Goes by the name Tyr Xeen..."
He shows you a hologram of a Kel Dor in a green jumpsuit with a very twisted looking facemask. Positively evil looking to your eye, Galiss.
"I'm sure you'll track him down. Kel Dor on Coruscant aren't very common. It doesn't seem like Tyr is good with a lightsaber, for he has a synthetic arm. He lost the real one in a duel with a Jedi. I suppose you had a good flight?"
As soon as I'm out of ear shot of the guards, I stop and look over at Arthos. I'd seen his face all over the news before. I stick my hand out for a hand shake. "Hello there, I'm Xornon Jay," I say cooly, showing he doesn't intimidate me in the least., but I do carefully grip my boot blade with a Force hold, ready to call it to my hand at any sign of danger. Never hurt to be catious.
Terrik's mind was going mad. He wanted to murder this man, but couldnt, wanted to best him, but had no chance. Terrik lifted himself up, turning off his lightsabers. He didn't know or care if the test was over, but he wasn't going to fight the unbeatable anymore. "What do you want with me..?" he asked, glaring at Sol-leks
Arthos will return the hello as soon as Celsius gets in here. Needless to say, some people are looking at you like you're from another dimension or something. Of course, you are wanted men.
The person at the front desk asks why you are here.
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"I've been testing you, no doubt," Sol-leks replies. "To see if you are fit enough for what my master has in mind for you. You seem to be a good duelist. I'm just better."
I look over at the "reseptionist" (if thats what u want to call someone at the desk of a weapon depot) and calmly speak. "We're here to pick up a shipment of Disruptor rifles, and... dammit, I forgot what else we're here for." I wait for Arthos to finish the statement, trying to keep the mind trick going.