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Lost in the Underworld - A Star Wars RP

The discovered Jedi sprinted down the alleyway, his cloak waving as he dashed out of sight of those on the street that had seen his act. It was one of purely good intention, but that did not matter to the Stormtroopers pursuing him. He took a sharp turn, then leaped over a cart full of supplies. The Imperial soldiers on his tail simply bowled the cart over in their mad pursuit of him. He could hear them call out to him, blasters still tucked in their arms as they scrambled to keep up with him. Varlo tried his best to avoid knocking any bystanders out of his way as he darted down alleys and roads. The Jedi threw himself through an open window, landing inside of a home. The surprised occupant simply gazed in surprise as Varlo exited as quickly as he entered, slamming open a door as he sprinted down another alley. He lost track of how many turns he had taken, how many streets he crossed.

He hadn't looked back since he began to run, only using his other senses to let him know where his pursuers were. Their heavy armor clanked as they moved, allowing him to hear them as they attempted to keep up with him. Varlo was in luck in a certain regard. He knew the landscape around the area, if he used that to his advantage then he'd be able to slip away. Of course the Jedi would have to avoid not simply stumbling into another group of Stormtroopers. He had to pray that the ones after him hadn't radioed to all the other patrols in the area. Then they would tear apart the undercity in search of him.

As he shifted his body and sprinted down another dark alley the obvious sounds of approaching soldiers could not be heard. It appeared that he had lost those that were on his tail. Varlo finally let himself breath, leaning against a wall as he tired to calm his nerves. He'd weaved his way through all the alleys he could recall in this part of the slums, sure enough with all the turns he'd taken he had gotten lucky. Of course the Jedi didn't allow himself to think he was safe. He still needed to get home, and would need to be creative figuring out a safe way back. Then he'd have to be ready for heightened patrols all across the undercity, perhaps even more than that.

Varlo sighed, then closed his eyes briefly. He had to do it. There was no other solution, he couldn't just let all those people die. He did the right thing. Now he just had to deal with the consequences of his action. The Jedi took some solace in the fact that his long departed master would have approved. He always taught Varlo that it was the Jedi's duty to protect the innocent. He started walking again, slowly figuring out where exactly he was. Then he stopped dead in his tracks, realizing there was someone near him. Varlo blinked, then heard a female voice blare out to him.

You've got to be kidding me.

He cursed his luck, then slowly stepped towards the figure that spoke out to him. As Varlo began to emerge from the darkness he noticed a blaster raised in his direction, held tightly in the hands of a seemingly lost Stormtrooper. He stepped out of the darkness, his hands raised.

"I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else. I am not a bad man and have done nothing wrong to warrant an arrest. I saved you back there, along with your fellow troopers and all the innocents around us," Varlo stated calmly and clearly, then reached his hands to lower his hood, revealing his face. His hands were still raised, showing that he was complying. "You know how ruthless the Empire is, if you hand me in to your superiors then I will be executed, or worse. Do I deserve a fate like that for what I did?"

"I have been living peacefully in the underworld for years, if you let me go then I will continue to do that. Just another face in the crowd trying to survive down here." He added, trying to speak as genuinely as he could.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I'm planning on making a landed knight loyal to the house. Awesome that you decide to go ahead with the idea!

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Damn.

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I hope he's still around. Hasn't been on in 5 days. :/

Lost in the Underworld - A Star Wars RP

As the Jedi walked, he couldn't help but keep taking short glances towards the checkpoint. A stubborn Ithorian was there, being spoken to by a surprisingly patient Stormtrooper. As he tore his eyes away from the scene, he heard the distinct sound of blaster fire. Then the tell tale flash as the weapon was discharged, causing all on the busy street to pause in surprise. Blasters were an all too common sight in the undercity, but pulling one out at an Imperial checkpoint and firing at Stormtroopers? That was an entirely different level. A nearby merchant dropped his wares, a metal vase which loudly dented as it hit the floor. The mixture of multiple languages being spoken among the crowd was halted.

Varlo had paused in stride, watching as the scene unfolded. One Stormtrooper went to the ground, jumping on top of the trigger happy Ithorian. The alien was hollering an ear piercing scream as he went down hard. His blaster smacked into the ground, away from the madman's grasp. The Jedi watched as the Stormtrooper frantically felt at the Ithorian's gut. A sharp inhale entered Varlo's breath as he figured out what the trooper very well could have discovered.

He was proven correct as the soldier hollered as loud as she could that there was a bomb. The blasted lunatic had strapped himself with a makeshift bomb. Varlo had heard of others doing this in the past, aliens carrying out these insane acts against Imperials in retribution for their anti-alien policies and laws. Terrorism was no good answer to that, even with how the Jedi personally felt about the Empire he could not let this stand. There were dozens of civilians around, they would be hurt or even killed by the explosion. He couldn't let them die, or even the Stormtroopers that were just doing their job.

Varlo sprinted towards the chaos, drawing eyes all around him. Including some of the Stormtroopers who instinctively rose their weapons at him. He stopped halfway down the street from the scene, then flicked his fingers out. Channeling the Force he pushed the Stormtrooper being clenched down by the Ithorian out of the madman's arms, pushing her to the side away from the would be bomber. As he felt that all so familiar feel of the Force flow through him he motioned with his hands again, lifting the Ithorian high into the air, away from any innocents.

The explosion high above rocked the street below. A mixture of orange and red filled the formerly blackened skies. The Ithorian disappeared in the explosive flash, tiny debris raining down harmlessly to the floor. The bomber was neutralized along with his explosive. Varlo wish he hadn't had to even do that, he wished the Ithorian hadn't gone down the path he had chosen. But the Jedi had done what he needed to. No innocents had perished. The one that had discovered the bomb was off to the side, safe and sound.

Varlo let himself breath again, then felt all the eyes upon him. The crowd was still silent. He wondered if any of them had ever seen a Jedi in action before, if they understood what they had just witnessed. Then he remembered how the Jedi were regarded in this post-Republic era. The Stormtroopers moved towards him with their weapons pointed directly at him. He heard one of them yell for him to stop as he dashed to the side, pushing through the crowd and darting down an alleyway to the side. He couldn't even remember the last time his heart was beating as fast as it was at that moment.

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Music Appreciation Thread

@SleepingSilence 5/10.

Wasn't huge on the kinda rambling, raving vocal style. Not really my style, I dig some hardcore punk but not really this.

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That solo/outro.

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@HushedWhispers I'm not the GM but I'm pretty sure the Lady means Lady of the House, so the wife of the current lord. Like Caitlyn Stark.