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♤ Time Flies By In the City of Light

WHO: Cayde-6 and the more or less responsible
WHERE: Lower levels of Coruscant, space jail, the works ~~oh wait that's actually a place~~
WHAT: Being a tourist, getting insulted, and trying to make a profit
WHEN: Earlier part of event-trip
WARNINGS: N/A Will update as needs be. Also SORRY THIS IS SO LONG but I gave options...
NOTES: Feel free to pose in preferred style, will match! Also if you want to play out a combination of things or lead in from one to another, etc., totally open to anything.

"I have a good feeling about this place."

It hadn't been all that long ago that Cayde had said those fateful words, had it? And really, compared to the previous planets and places they'd had to visit, this giant city-world looked most promising.

By now he's put together their strange Agrii-directive, but then figuring out who all of their group came from this neck of space wasn't too difficult. A strange number indeed. Did that mean that a potential next stop would be Earth? They have a good number from there, but it'd be a toss-up as to which. And as much as he'd love to show people around home, he hopes his Sol System isn't on the list. That's however neither here nor now, and there's plenty of things to draw his attention from lingering on such thoughts.

"...we are going to get so lost," he says decisively as he takes in the stream of traffic flying between platforms and citywalks, and yet somehow he sounds chipper all the same. Stepping over to the nearby railing, he looks down and down some more, eyeing the levels of lights and transports that actually make their way below. Beaming, he looks up at Sundance. "So lost."

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A. Sightseeing
♠️ With so much shiny city to explore, can anyone blame the Exo for heading off without much warning? He figures if anyone needs him, he's got his tablet. There isn't too much that interests him in the upper echelons of the city, save for plenty of high places to get a nice view, and he'd already been yelled at for being on someone's roof. The strange if not concerned looks that follow him wherever he goes thereafter are for the most part ignored, if only because he's figured it's not unlike the usual response he gets from newbies back in Temba.

♠️ It doesn't take him long to worm his way to the lower levels. It stands to reason that anything he might find interesting would be in the undercity, the gambling dens, the black market, those willing to bend a few rules. Also food that wasn't overpriced. Unfortunately it hasn't hit him just how differently people of the mechanical variety are viewed and treated around here. Then again, there aren't any models that compare to him, much less wear clothing and openly carry a weapon around.

♠️ There are those who watch him pass with caution, some with outright disdain, but then there are others who watch with all too much interest, tailing at a distance...

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B. Fud
♠️ "Whaddya mean 'where's my owner?'" Cayde snorts, looking incredulously at the man who's apparently barred him entrance. He's by a diner of sorts, scowling at a confused employee who's barring his way in. "Look, I just flew in and wanted to sample some of this city-planet's fine cuisine. Now, I do realize I could take my business elsewhere, but just because food's expensive doesn't mean it tastes any better, and this here looks like it's been here a while, so clearly there must be something good going on here."

By the looks of the man at the door, he's still trying to work out what the metal fellow is saying to him, or maybe wondering if the metal fellow has a few crossed wires as he casts a look around for some help. Droids usually aren't so insistent about wanting to...eat??

♠️ Alternatively there are plenty of bars and clubs with fetching neon signs that make the Exo a tad envious. "I need one of those," he insists. "But I guess for now I'll settle on trying the drinks." The bartender within shoots him a disdainful look as some sort of alarm light triggers by the door. "We don't serve droids," he says, his tone clearly suggesting that said droid should know this. Then he almost falls over when Cayde looks over his shoulder, because clearly he's not the one being addressed!

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C. I Fought the Law
For some reason or another, the Guardian finds himself in a cell. Maybe he's got company, maybe he's its sole occupant- maybe his company's familiar! But in any case, he seems to be taking it rather well, lounging on the thin panel that makes up a pallet, arms folded behind his head. Who knows why he's in here. A fight? Unruly behavior? Rogue droid, wha-?

♠️ He doesn't particularly expect any help- it's a big city! But then word does travel fast, especially talk about some weird droid with clothes on. It's fine if he doesn't get a hand, he's taking this in as part of the city experience. He'll leave when he gets bored, or if his pals don't share the same interest in experience as him.

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D. Beating Up Baddies For ~~Fun and~~ Profit
Oh, you know how it goes, you run into some bad company, or just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and witness things certain parties wish you hadn't. That sort of thing happens often down in the lower levels, and between the turf wars and the general violent tendencies of those who have come to consider Coruscant's underbelly as their domain, it would be amazing if you didn't run into some trouble of some kind.

♠️ Cayde? He can't help it if people leave their caches in such obvious places. They're just asking to be picked up by some enterprising Exo. The previous owners beg to differ, and they're not having a fancy droid make off with their hard-gained artillery.

♠️ There are also people down here fighting to protect those who eke out a living in unfortunately violent territories. With gangs like the Black Sun making trouble, groups like the Justicars are open to recruiting anyone willing to risk their necks for some extra credits and equipment if they'll run an errand or two, or help put down some trouble-making gang cells. Care to join the Exo on a mini-strike?

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There was blaster fire. Everywhere.

Echo finds himself sitting on the ground and pressed up against some crates, checking the Graq gun he's had on him for some time now (thanks Cayde) along with another blaster he's picked off of a fresh body who tried to attack him head-on. The sigh caught in his throat soon turns into an irritated groan the second he pivots onto one knee, popping up to shoot back at the current opposition.

Two of them drop quickly, but the others are still firing. "What exactly– " Echo dodges a plasma bolt, ducking back down so he can swivel his helmeted head to wherever the Exo is. "–Did you do!?"

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Hunkered down behind another stack of crates just a few feet away from Echo, Cayde has his head tilted as he watches blaster fire fly past their cover, scoring the walls in front of them. He scowls at the clone's question.

"I shot their boss! Wasn't that what we were supposed to do?!" he shouts back at him before popping up from behind the crates to fire off a few shots of his own. He ducks down again, narrowly dodging another laser.

"Actually, I gotta hand it to these guys- they got guts. You woulda figured they'd all turn tail and scatter once the head was cut off."

Another round of laser fire marks the closest surface areas on the clone's right side, causing him to instinctively wince before yelling back, "Yeah! Usually!"

Waiting for the brief pause in their haphazard tactics, Echo jumps up again, squeezing both triggers at the same time. "Except I get the feeling they're playing by a whole different set of rules," he continues, glancing over a shoulder before dropping down again. A few shots graze his armor, one of them scoring a fresh black line across his left winged pauldron. "Do they really think they own this place?"

"Maybe they're just desperate. Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," Cayde mutters, checking his ammo. "Also, I'm going to need a new gun. No sense wasting my good ammo on these guys. Cover me."

He tucks his Ace of Spades into its holster and just as immediately dives around the edge of the crate, running headlong into the hail of blaster fire. The maneuver surprises the gunmen enough to have them cease fire, but they're just as soon firing anew now that one of their targets has presented themselves. Cayde dodges and then dashes ahead, and then outright vanishes about half-way between their position and the enemy.

The Exo reappears behind the cover of the gang members, eliciting panicked shouts and curses punctuated by screams from friendly fire and the introduction of a knife. Who brings a knife to a gunfight?!

...Hunters.

There's no verbal response to Cayde's request, but the ARC Trooper follows through, cursing under his breath seconds after the Hunter makes a break for it.

Now standing, his arms swing up and out, only shifting positions once several of his targets stop shooting back at them. He can't help but get just as distracted by the sudden disappearance of the Exo, quickly snapping back to what he's doing once he hears chaos on the other side.

"Nothing like the Jedi," he says under a breath, impressed yet flummoxed while dodging and dashing to the next set of crates. A trail of blaster fire chases after him, one of the shots striking him in the leg to send him crashing against the makeshift wall.

The gunfire thins out a little, between those dispatched by the Guardian and those remaining dividing their concentration between a much closer invader and the clone still firing back. Cayde pops up again from behind the enemy cover with one of the recovered guns, fiddling with the power pack before he gives a triumphant "Hah!" as it snaps into place. And then he takes a shot to the shoulder.

"-ow!" Glaring, he opens fire before a head's up from his Ghost has him look back where he'd left the ARC Trooper. "Echo!"

Another shot goes off a short distance behind Cayde, sending a sneaking assailant flying back a couple of feet.

"I'll live!" Echo grunts as he pulls himself up with one hand, the other still aiming the blaster the remaining gang members. Some of them move fast enough to hide from the incoming bolts, save for one guy who gets stuck under another member who isn't as lucky.

Glancing behind him at the falling would-be assailant, Cayde flashes Echo a thumbs-up. Taking the Trooper at his word, he turns and lays down more blaster fire from where he stands before he rushes over to hop up onto enemy cover.

"Hi!" he says almost cheerfully, giving a mock salute with his gun before he fires away. A few of the gang scrambles out around the sides of the barrier, making for easy shots for the ARC Trooper.

It's not long before the area quiets down from the firefight. The Exo stands up on his perch and wishes he had a flag to plant.

The beauty of teamwork. Each shot finds its running target, faint trails of smoke wafting off of them in their grounded positions.

As the quiet takes over, Echo sighs and lets his blaster arm drop. He eventually pushes away from the crates to slightly limp over to Cayde's newfound perch. "How's the weather up there?"

Cayde bounces his new toy against his shoulder as he scans the area to make sure they don't have any more company. "Eh, kinda dull. On the smoky, charred side." His face shifts in something suggesting a scowl before hopping down to join Echo.

"How's your leg? We needing to head back? I think we cleaned up here pretty decently."

There's a shrug as Echo looks down at his leg, now seeing the black car scoring the guard. "Eh. I got a little careless, but I don't think it's that bad."

Although now he also gets to take in the sight from his perspective, slowly nodding after the Exo says as much. "Think anyone else will show up?"

"You say that but I saw that limp," Cayde points out. "Sundance isn't detecting anyone within range. Unless one of those guys got a message during all that, I'd say we're about done. Those Justicars can move some people here to hold the area before someone else moves in."

Otherwise it's just waiting for someone else to claim the territory, and Cayde's not willing to keep cleaning house for them.

"I can walk it off," comes an automatic reply, almost as if he's being admonished by the medic. Still, Cayde has a point. Even if they've won this round, there's always another battle around the corner. Just like the war.

Echo sighs and shakes his head, simultaneously holstering the borrowed blaster and the Graq weapon. "Yeah, you're right. Better to get out of here while we can."

"Heehee! Walk it off!" the Exo laughs. "You are definitely Titan material." He slaps the ARC Trooper's pauldron, stepping past him to start poking around the bodies.

"Hang on now, can't leave without collecting a few spoils. This'd be easier if Stark had that transmat up and running but I guess we'll have to make do," he says as he picks up a gun, inspecting it. "Everything's energy weapons around here, eh?"

The ARC Trooper grunts, rolling his shoulder shortly after Cayde slaps him, but he can't help but smirk behind the helmet.

He watches the Exo go about, picking through the bodies like a carrion bird. "Yeah, that's most of them," he answers. "There are ballistic weapons in existence, but they're not as common."

"Hm," Cayde considers as he hefts up an auto rifle of sorts. "Energy weapons lack something compared to kinetic. Ooh! What's that?!"

He hops over another body, still toting the rifle as he stoops down and tugs a vibroblade from its sheath. "Why's it got a- oho!" he yelps happily as he managed to switch it on. "-I'm keeping this. There any more?"

He may as well add to the effort. There are plenty of weapons and no one to use them. Plus it would be no good if some other gang members got their hands on everything.

"Vibroblade," Echo calls out, lifting a pistol from to inspect it. As he turns the body over, he also finds a few thermal detonators on the bandolier. "There might be. These guys were armed to the teeth."

By then the Exo's found a couple more, pocketing credits as he goes. He looks over just as Echo holds up the explosive-laden bandolier. "-are those what I think they are? Although I vaguely remember one being tossed at us so I guess there's not much thought to it."

He makes a beeline over towards the clone, fingers flexing before he pauses, realizing that he can perhaps find more. "It will be so nice to have actual grenades. Don't get me wrong, molotov cocktails have a nice flare to them but they lack the oomph."

"I almost forgot how bad they were until that moment," the ARC Trooper confirms, almost reminiscing as looks to see Cayde still buzzing around. If the Exo finds some more bandoliers, then he'll wear the one he's acquired. "Well, we didn't have much of a choice with the cocktails but they were useful where it counted."

Of course, live flaming spiders could have been avoided with a good blast. Live and learn.

As though on cue, Cayde holds up a couple of bandoliers with a few thermal detonators attached. He slings over his head and hops over to drape the other over Echo's like he's awarding a medal. While he's at it he passes over a sheathed vibroblade from his belt, giving the clone a glimpse of several more he's somehow tucked there under the ragged cloak of his.

"I mean, they did the job. Not very aerodynamic though. Also better for immediate reaction than timing." He picks up a few guns, slinging one over a shoulder. "...I guess we have to leave the rest. We can tell 'em to come collect before anyone else does."

More bandoliers for the win! Echo just accepts it without making a fuss, now draped with thermal detonators. He does raise a brow at all the vibroblades Cayde has on his person, but he doesn't argue if it means less vibroblades for the gangs out here.

"Looks like," he agrees, picking up a blaster carbine after pocketing a few power cells and some cartridges. "I think we're pretty much done here as it is."

As done as they can be. Cayde would have been much more thorough if he could just transmat things. A few charges in his pockets, some new additions to a subtly growing arsenal- he figures it's a good day.

"Anyway, we're still here a while. Plenty of time to take on any new jobs if they need it," he says, the suggestion of amassing more to their collection left unsaid but largely implied.

He had almost forgotten they weren't leaving any time soon. "That's good. It'll keep us busy between whatever else is on the itinerary." Which means he's fine with trying to stock up where they can't fill on normal shopping trips.

Also, taking a break is sounding more and more like a good idea. "Drinks on me," Echo offers, hefting his portion of acquired spoils while step-limping in the direction they first came from.

"Woo!" Cayde cheers, pumping a fist and blaster in the air at that. He falls in beside Echo, keeping on the alert as they make their way back to the speeder pick-up.

Reminds him of the good ol' days.

It had been something of a bog-standard bar fight. Even in a galaxy far far away, assholes that are getting drunk just become bigger assholes. The difference here is Kaz watched how Cayde took 6 on 1 barehanded and was only stopped by the armed Watch.

To guess at, this was just supposed to be a place the Watch checked in. It wasn't meant to hold prisoners. Come to that, It didn't look to be more than five or six men altogether. The quiet but distinct sound of a cane tapping preceded Kaz actually being visible. He knew he only had a three-minute window between one set of guards and another so this had to be quick.

Kaz was a study of sharp lines; a teenage boy in a tailored suit with black gloves, a matching cane, and black hair. he looked to be holding a length of brown fabric over one arm. Though Kaz was a masterful lockpick, the electronic lock was completely out of his league. So he had lifted a guard's keycard, instead.

Almost as soon as he was visible Kaz first mimicked what the guards did and deactivated the bars, then hooked his cane over his arm and held the cloak that was folded over one arm out with both hands.

"In two minutes I'm going to leave and blend in with the rest of the people on this street. It's your decision if you're going to walk with me."

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oh hai os'kari

He lives forever (much to his chagrin)

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I Fought The Law