[h2][center]~|Nar Shaddaa, Veenra|~[/center][/h2] [h2][center]~|Day 3, 6[sup]th[/sup] Hour|~ [u]Zora Nox[/u][/center][/h2] [hr] It had been a shitty day for Zora. Currently she had decided to spent most of her time drinking that fact away. Her lithe and curvy figure propped within a seat while she fingered several glasses that littered her table, debating on which would be her next shot. She had picked her spot ideally. A booth in the far corner near the back door and another, less known escape route behind the bar. The darkness in her seat helped to hid her from becoming the center of attention, a mood that eluded her since Nyiss’ scolding. Her blue fingers lingered near the top of the glass she considered. It had been rumored to be pretty strong stuff. Already she had taken about three and her vision a bit dull compared to her usual sharpness. Then again it took a lot to put a force user on their ass. It might’ve explained why she had been less attentive than normal as her peripheral vision caught something interesting coming in from the doorway. Casually her head turned enough to glimpse the Tiss’shar with a blaster pistol at the belt. Her eyes crunched slightly and she continued to stare for a moment longer before she looked toward the back exit. A bad feeling sobered her up quickly when her eyes spotted two individuals, her figure straightening and debating her next move. [center][h2]~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~ ~| Day 1, 11[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h2] [u][h3]Xid & Shiri, Heart of the Temple Room[/h3][/u][/center] [hr] When Shiri flashed him a smile, Xid’s figure froze for a moment. A heated blush crept along his cheeks and for a brief second, he tried to return the smile. He turned to find Ibik’s frown baring down on him. Immediately his eyes snapped to the side and avoided the Zabrak’s gaze until the sensation of awareness faded, the heat still grew from the realization of being caught. His ears caught when Shiri spoke, then nodded at her lead. His arms widened then started to nudge the younglings into following her quickly.Meanwhile, his eyes narrowed on the sith getting impatient. They already pulled out their lightsabers from their belts and lite the blades, two red ones flickered on with a hiss.Their eyes screamed a mixture of experience and viciousness that gnawed at his very soul. He had rarely been close enough to see the whites of his enemies, and those that he had been would had left him rattled a bit. When he spotted Khan break from the others, Xid shoved the children into a quicker pace. His voice bellowed in a panicked order, “Move, NOW!” His words echoed through the background noise of combat ringing around the temple and then turned to draw his own lightsaber, darted to the left instead of right with the younglings. His aim: the droids. The first Mark-ii lowered its hexagonal head then zoomed in on Xid and Shiri. Watching closely, Xid noted both of the Mark-ii’s guns twitched then they turn to aim at them. He screamed back at his ally while still running, “Shiri, go to the right see if you can get it to target you and hit the other one! I’m going low!” [center][h3][u]Khan vs Anaka[/u][/h3][/center] [hr] When Khan’s blade swung, Anaka briefly caught its image from her peripheral vision and immediately reacted. Her hand jerked out and her hilt whipped into her hand, fingers tightened for a firm grip in her left hand. The blade came to life with a dull hum of red energy. As her feet pedaled backwards, her stance widen and her blade came up in a vertical block to stop the attack mid swing. The eagerness from the padawan and his bravery surprised her. “Nice try cutie, but no dice. Grown ups, better than you, have tried to cut me down and still failed,” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. Her blade then shoved Khan’s away with a simple flick of her wrist, in hopes to bring his opposite forward from the motion. The sith's blade then thrusted at his other side and her feet pulled back to widen the gap, bring herself into a Makashi stance. [center][h3][u]Ibik, Denso vs Nisk[/u][/h3][/center] [hr] Meanwhile, Ibik flashed a toothy grin at Denso’s comment, “I couldn’t agree with you more. Shiri can assist Xid as I might’ve overestimated his abilities to defend [i]and[/i] take down the machines.” His eyes turned to see his padawan already hopping to it as Xid and her rushed toward the first Mark-ii. Pride swelled in his heart to see her find her passion and center within this fight. Immediately his attention shifted back to Denso when the knight’s twin blades come on, the hiss crackling over the air tensed by the fight about to begin. Following the knight’s lead, Ibik’s hand jerked out then summoned his hilt to his hand. The thumb flickered the green blade on while it gave dull purr, ready to defend the younglings and his allies. It illuminated his own tattooed face when he brought it close into a defensive position, giving him a very intimidating appearance. [b]Nisk[/b] The apprentice didn’t wait for the Jedi to attack and quickly shot forward to stop the younglings’ escape. His path was intercepted part way through when Denso’s form came from his left and bore down one of the knight's twin blades into a strike at Nisk's exposed side. Nisk hissed then stepped up his right foot onto the wall and he began to climb until he reached above the Kiffar's head before he kicked off and over the knight's form. His blade whipped out to bat away any attempt to attack him in mid flight. Upon easily landing on his feet, Ibik came in behind the earlier Knight and struck at Nisk's lower back in hopes to distract him. Sensing him, Nisk sidestepped the attack then sliced his blade at the Kiffar’s exposed back for a split moment and twisted to face both knights at their sides. From the hallway that Xid and the younglings came, another apprentice (human and similar features to Anaka) grinded to a halt the moment he entered the room.