Ricolt, you almost run head first into someone, standing the OTHER side of the doorway. He's a tall man with a beard and fair hair, braided in an unusual style down the sides of his head His left hand is slightly extended in front of his body, as if he was using it to old something. He steps lightly back out of your way as you run past him. He smiles at you.
One of the gunmen is running out the the doorway...
Three shots fire downwards. Two miss, and one you can deflect, but the angle is very hard for you to keep this up.
The man to your side reaches up his left hand. His hand grips into a fist, and there is a cry from one of the windows upstairs. The man throws his fist to the right, and one of the men at the windows upstairs comes flying out of the window and lands with a crunch on the ground nearby.
Two men jump quickly through the main doorway, Ricolt, their guns ready to fire.
Ricolt ignores the blaster bolt coming towards him and just simply steps to the side, dodging it.
Now Ricolt has to think about the two men coming through the main entrance.
Ricolt Front flips right in front of the two men hoping to catch them off gard, then he swings his light saber at the side of one of the gunsmens head ,hoping to slice right through the guys head and right into the other marksmen's head.
Their two shots go undernath you as you flip. Your slash cus nastily through the head of one but the other one has already stepped back to try and get away from you, and is ready to squeeze his trigger.
There is a sudden blur in front of you, and the sound of a sabre igniting. The seond gunman, looking surprised for a moment, falls in two into the ground. Behind him, the tall mans stands with an ignited purple lightsabre.
Back at the river, Quam reasses the situation. He checks his equipment, finding everything in place. Including yerssot's sabre (😉).
"We better cut these tentacles open, make it into a cover for our bodies and swim with that further towards the city. If that thing could swim here without problems, then so can we."
The man ducks away quickly as you pump your shots inside.
The man besides you reaches into his belt and, to your alarm, pulls out a thermal detonator, which he activates with a twist.
He throws it through the doorway, and then extends his left hand. You feel him manipulating the force, and the doors inside are suddenly pulled shut and held fast.
"I'd get back if I were you," the man says.
Ricolt, that mesaage was for queeq. As it is posted just after his one, I thought that was clear.
There is the sound of screaming from inside the building as the people inside see the detonator. Some rush for the doors but the man holds them firm. Shortly afterwards, the detonator goes off.
TD's are NOT small explosives. The explosion is huger and starts to swallow the small buiulding. For a few moments, the man holds back the pressure on the doors with the Force, before he gives up and quickly force-leaps backwards to safety.
With a collossal noise, the builsign explodes. The dorrs are thrown across the street, and the ceilings and walls are scattered all around the area. Then there is a long and conspicuous silence as the dust settles.
With the lower part of the building destroyed, the rest starts to collapse.
((oh yeah i forgot to tell everyone what my character is wereing. here it is: my character is wereing an black tunic with a black hooded cloak over top of it))
Ricolt faces the man, "Damn You! Thanks to you , there goes my only chance to question one of those scum about my personal biussiness!
Ricolt knows though ,that with out the mans help he would have probally would have died before he was able to capture any one,but he doesnt want the man to know that
The man starts to brush the dust off of him. Now you have a good look at him, he is dressesd strangely, in classical military uniform, and wearing a pelisse (a half-jcket worn like a cloak, with a single sleeve) over his tunic.
"You were wasting your time," he says. "These people are idiots. They have no inkling of how dangerous a man like you can be. But we are near Hutt-controlled territory. Var-Ell was a Hutt stooge. His fear for them was greater than his fear of you." He turns off his sabre, a simple, short, black ahndle, and hooks it back on his belt.
"Bounty Hunter operations out here inevitably track back to the Hutts. Var-Ell would have told you nothing before you would have killed him, or he you.
"If you want the location and identity of your bounty hunter, you will have to go further up the chain. And I will tell you know, you won't last ten minutes in Hutt spacew without the right information., Contacts, maps, safehouses; places to stay without getting a vibroknife in the back. The name of the Hutt you want to speak to, even." The man holds up a small holographic unit in his right hand.
"That's information I can give you," he says.