revivalproject | One More Stranger

WHO: Ikora Rey & Others
WHERE: Around Coruscant
WHAT: A little temple and a little fighting
WHEN: The Coruscant trip.
WARNINGS: Some violence

I. The Jedi Temple

When she asked the locals where to go for help almost every single person directed her to a place called the Jedi Temple. "It's a beautiful building," she said as she ascended the steps with Ophiuchus floating at her shoulder.

"And heavily guarded," he pointed out with a nod in the direction of the guards at the entrance.

"If it's as important as the people here say it is it makes sense for it to be guarded." Ikora continued up the steps with her hands folded behind her back. "Perhaps you should stay more hidden for the time being."

"... as you wish." With a little hiss of Light Ophiuchus vanished though Ikora could tell he wasn't happy with the suggestion. She would rather her ghost was out of sight if these temple guards didn't turn out to be as friendly as everyone suggested.

When she reached the top the guards asked her what her business was with the Temple. Ikora explained she had recently arrived on the planet and was seeking knowledge of where she was and in what system. The guards exchanged looks and then seemed to have a conversation without speaking. One stepped away with a nod and Ikora watched him pull a communication device from his robes and speak into it.

She waited patiently for them to decide what to do with the stranger at their door Ikora looked out over the endless city. Golden Age Earth might have resembled this place at one point, she imagined. Flying cars, spaceships, and technology as far as the eye could see.

It was beautiful in a way but Ikora couldn't help but wonder what sort of secrets this place hid.

"Come with us," The guard said.

"Of course." She only raised an eyebrow as the two guards flanked her and led her inside the temple.

"Wait here." They left her in some sort of waiting room.

Apparently, her presence had caused some sort of stir. Ikora wondered just what sort of stir that was.

II. Pit Fights

After arriving in the strange seemingly endless city, Ikora found herself exploring the deeper, more dangerous parts. She was drawn to the secrets hidden in the shadows and unlike some other Warlocks she was not afraid to take physical risks as well as mental ones. Ophiuchus was against the plan, of course. He felt they could stay on the surface and find a way to contact home. They could feel the Traveler out there somewhere even though it felt very far away. There had to be a way to get a signal into deep space.

Instead, Ikora found herself in the middle of a pit with shouting voices in seemingly hundreds of different languages. Some cheering for her. Some against her. She tuned them out and focused on her opponent who looked like a large green pig humanoid.

There were no firearms allowed in the ring which suited Ikora fine since she hadn't arrived on this alien planet with any. She held a mid-sized staff with a hook on the end tipped with a sharp pike. Her opponent had a large bladed weapon and his form was awful. So open. So easy to read. He would have never lasted long in the Crucible.

He charged, clearly relying on his size and muscle mass to overpower her. Ikora sidestepped, hooked the staff around the alien's leg and pulled. He landed on his face as Ikora stepped back. When the alien got up a charged her again she threw her hand forward and a blast of Void sent him reeling back. Ikora followed up with a swift drive of the staff into the alien's gut and then a blow to the side of the head.

She put the spiked point of the staff to the alien's throat. "I recommend you don't get up."

III. Wildcard

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Threaded | Flat

"Eh, that wasn't much of a challenge." Raphael had been muttering the observation to himself, but in such close quarters with a bloodthirsty audience, it was dangerous to say such things, even if it was technically truth. The moment the woman had been paired off with her opponent, the teenage turtle could immediately tell the difference in level between the two.

"<You think you can do better?>" someone sneered beside him in Huttese, and for a brief moment he thought he was talking to a mummy for the sunken eyes and defined cheekbones of the wizened and craggy face. Before Raphael could say anything, he found the Weequay shoving him forward into the ring. "<Here's another green one!>" the Weequay laughed, prompting a fresh round of shouting and jeering. He couldn't tell if they were cheering for him or the current champion or if they even cared, really.

Raphael glared at the crowds, then turned to look towards the woman. She was strong, and had some tricks up her sleeve. Definitely would be a challenge. Rolling his shoulders, he smirked a little as he reached back for the pair of sai tucked into his belt behind his shell.

"Been a while since I've had a good fight. How about it?"

It seemed that every weird looking person was now being associated with Obi-Wan and his group. When he was called to come and identify a visitor to the temple, he wasn't sure what to expect. The last time they had called him it was rambling Duros who had probably had a bit too much to drink. That one was definitely not with them.

Though when the Jedi stepped into the waiting area he paused and looked this woman up and down for a moment. It was most certainly not someone he recognized. Even so, he gave her a polite smile.

"Hello, can I help you with anything?"