A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
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Loki didn't like this, unproven Dark Siders couldn't be trusted, Loki had fought side by side with Adi for the last year, not jus through the plague but through other battles, skirmishes and war. These four just increased his feeling of unease, Loki walked whispering into Adi's ear. "You think it wise? Yes I understand the world is in a state of universal decay, but at the same time, we can't help everyone.." He finished quietly stepping back, he got it, helping people made sense, but Loki was a Sith, and while Sith where resolute and absolute, they where clever and cunning, if Loki where going to attack the RDMC he would plant a few agents within under the protection of the neutrality pacts. Their enemies whoever they where would think like him. If they proved him wrong great. If not Loki and Adi would have a long talk on his outdated Jedi ideology.
The hooded exile stood, examining the current situation in his head and observing the four Sith that stood an arm's reach from Adi. If a fight were to break out, the Sith would be quickly outnumbered due to the number of Jedi that were actually in the facility. Not only that, but there was the squad of clones who had been unloading carbonite slabs from what Kirwin had seen when he ran past them earlier. Mentally countong in his head, he noted five Jedi, including himself, four clone troopers, and a Sith versus tow Sith and two Sith Acolytes. The cards were in their favor for numbers. But it was the unknown variables that could offset the victory.
For instance: what was everyone's skill level? Kirwin was only a Knight before his incident. Geir was a master, he knew that. Adi and Loki must have significant skill of some degree. The Wookie and the female Jedi in the lab? Kiwin had no idea of their skills. Then came the Sith in front of them; how skilled were they in a fight and in the Force? Since they had acolytes Kirwin figured they must be at least Lords of the Sith. But titles were not always an indication of someone's skills.
Kirwin mentally shook his head to clear it for a moment when he noticed that Loki had whispered something to Adi. He hoped it was something along the lines of 'wrap it up and send them away', the Sith presence here could only mean one of a few things: they knew what we were doing and wanted to stop it, or they wanted to find out what we were doing and stop it. Either way Kirwin knew the Sith being here was a bad thing.
Knowing that at this range his rifle would be next to useless Kirwin slung it over his sholder and dropped his hands to his sides. He figured this would show a less agressive stance to the Sith, which could work for an element of surprise if needed. He slowly reached for the buckle that held his DL-44 in its holster and quietly unsnapped it giving him access to a quickdraw should the now aggravated looking Loki do anything.
Drez bumped into the 3 Fett clones in the middle of the hallway on his way to the laboratory in probably the best time possible, though he had knocked down Kano as if it was an extreme sport tackle.
"Hey! Watch it!" Kano shouted as he tumbled to the floor.
"We were just looking for you." Lex chuckled at the unintentional tackle on Kano. Both Lex and Izmar then helped the locked down duo up off the ground.
"What's going on?" Kano asked as soon as he got up.
"No time to explain. Blasters ready now and follow me!" Drez ordered, and immediately turned back around from the way he came and took off sprinting, clones following closely behind him, still not having any clue what's going on.
Shortly after, Drez stopped in front of the hangar door and held out his arm, signalling the clones to not go through the door. He then turned to the encrypted frequency in their commlinks. "Turn on your X-ray mode. Do you see the four figures in front of Adi, Loki, and the Wookie?" He asked.
"Yeah, what about them?" Izmar asked.
"They've come here as enemies of this cause. We'll enter the hangar, fully armed, but we don't blast anyone unless necessary. Understood?" Drez informed before turning to Lex. "Understood, Lex?"
Lex had the habit of getting a little trigger happy, but he couldn't let that happen. Not here, not now. "Why're you looking at me?" Lex asked innocently, though he knew why.
Kano pushed the button to the door as soon as he saw all the troopers locked and loaded. They then entered the hangar, blasters aimed, and slowly approached the 4 intruders in a firing line formation.
Adi chuckled when the masked one asked for something more concrete...He did realize there was a plague ravaging the universe, didn't he? Persistence was one thing, but he was starting to come off as a little pushy. There were far...FAR more important things to worry about than some cybernetics. Unless it was a dire emergency, something like that was going to have to wait more than likely...no matter how many credits were thrown their way, the RDMC was well under half staffed, and most that -were- here weren't exactly well-trained. Most that were helping right now were merely civilian volunteers, led by a team of very tired doctors and a very small handful of nurses. Even the medical droids were at a minimum, due to the cybernetics wing being their home.
Regardless, Adi tried to keep a nice tone to his voice.
"I'm sure we can set something up. Cafeteria isn't as fully stocked as normal, but they have caf. It isn't the best, but it isn't bad."
Loki walked over and whispered in Matango's ear. Adi just smiled, and nodded, showing that he knew what he was doing. These guys weren't here to fight, or it would have started already. They weren't that heavily equipped, and they weren't showing aggression. They were merely being a little too forward in their requests. A few months ago? Adi wouldn't even be standing here talking with them...they would have dealt directly with the staff in the Cybernetics lab. Similar options would have been given, aside from lodging and food. The Arkanian knew how Bismarck ran his ship....and it was a solid business model. The only time that service would have been refused is during wartime. Even then, it was rare to turn a customer away. Adi started to point to the entrance that would eventually lead them to the cafeteria, when out of the same entrance came Drez and his unit, stalking forward, weapons drawn.
Matango could NOT let this turn ugly....not yet. Everyone behind him was in a very defensive position, and this could go bad, real fast. Throwing his hands out in front of him, Adieumus put himself between the four newcomers and the advancing troopers.
"Hey!! Woah, woah, WOAH!! Stand down! These men are not a threat. Weapons down!! We will not engage them unless they show aggression, and they have not. Everyone gets treated the same here unless they show they are here to harm."
This tense situation was becoming more and more volatile by the moment...
*Throughout our lives, we frequently find ourselves in situations where the 'right' choice to make is not immediately apparent. When those situations arise, the reason for the difficulty in identifying the right choice can always be traced back to you. If you do not know what the right choice is, it means you do not fully understand either yourself, or the potential consequences of the choices before you. In either case, it is merely a question of whether or not you are willing to take the time to consider the outcomes of the possibilities presented to you.
The proof is that the right choice is the choice that brings to pass what you want to happen. Thus, the right choice is always variable. The person who has the power to decide what should happen is you. So, if you don't know yourself, you don't know what you want to happen, hence you cannot identify the 'right' choice. And, if you don't know which options will bring about the nearest result to what you want to happen, then you also cannot identify the 'right' choice.
Whether you make the right choice after you have identified it, or whether you take the time to identify the right choice in the first place, are different questions entirely.
Adi's hasty attempt to defuse the situation is a good indication of what he feels the right choice is. There were, after all, many options presented to him, just as there are now to me. What do we learn about Adi from his response? What will be learned about me from my response?
He may or may not persuade the troopers to disarm; they haven't lowered their weapons yet. Though it's unclear to me if he's their supervisor or not, he's definitely speaking with authority here. Whether his delivery of orders to a squad he's not the boss of gets him Order 66'd or not also remains to be seen. The RDMC hospitality team has obviously been put on edge by our presence, and the aggressive arrival of the troopers with weapons at the ready has nudged the already-stirring pot. A grin spreads across my face at the thought of all the choices being presented to everyone here, and at the many different directions this web could sprial into. A prickle runs down my neck as I relish the atmosphere, and the Force swells around me in response. The Force, which thrives on the interactions of all living beings, is most truly alive in moments like this.
Adi's stepped away from me as a part of his effort to dissuade the troopers. And since he's standing between us and the troopers, I don't feel much sense of urgency to ready a response just yet. In the meantime, I turn my head to indicate the recipient of my next question. That'll be the only other person here who's spoken -- whispered utterance notwithstanding -- which is the scowling Zabrak looming over us. Coincidentally, the only other dark sider here. I'm somewhat curious about his story, but maybe that's a discussion to be had over a cup of caf. (Also, on a related side note, do you know how I know there's definitely going to be caf somewhere to be found here? Because the doctors are spread thin, that's how I know. Magical elixir for keeping you going when you're overworked, that's what caf is.)
Anyways, my head-turning also involves a bit of neck-craning since he's about a quarter-meter taller than me.*
[/span] *It would only go to reinforce my suspicion that these light-siders have a non-preferential treatment policy that exists in name only when it comes to alignment, if that's the case.* "And if not, shouldn't that mean we'll be given the liberty of subduing them by force? After all, with an offensive gesture like this, they can in turn expect potentially violent opposition, if what Adi just told me was true."[/ul]
Tension thickens, as it was bound to do. Despite proclamations of neutrality, of unbiased relations with all who come seeking refuge, there was never any chance of the Jedi displaying any objectivity. Some old wounds never heal, even if the face of the galaxy has changed, and by their attitudes, the lightsiders have displayed that it was, indeed, they who were wounded. It's unfortunate that they've proven unable to extricate themselves from the quagmire of their own prejudice- it would've made our business on Honoghr much more straightforward- but not unexpected.
Just as the troopers' sudden entrance is not unexpected. Briefly, I wonder if they mean to take us into custody, or perhaps execute us on the spot (now those would be some Jedi I could get behind), but then the famous Adieumus intervenes, throwing himself between us and them.
[/font] I called out to no one in particular. Then, to Ryu, I offer an observation that only my god-like skills of perception could uncover: "I think we make them nervous. Who's in charge here, anyway?"[/font][/ul][/ul]
Resting one blackened hand against the rubble that blocks the corridor to the cybernetics wing, I lounge and cast a long look around the room. Four soldiers armed with blaster rifles. A Jedi Master renowned for his skill in battle. A Wookiee, and a dark-aligned Forceful Zabrak that made the walking carpet look more like a walking rug. Oh, and another Jedi, hovering in the back, who I keep overlooking.
A solid line up, but I doubt Ryu will even require my assistance- if they work up the courage to actually attack him, that is. So, as tempting as it is to watch the drama unfold, I instead turn my attention back to the rubble. My senses expand once more, ignoring the swirling, chaotic emotions filling the hangar and finding refuge within cool, placid stone.
The supports are still solid, that much is immediately obvious. The section of roof that collapsed must've been hit directly- perhaps with a concussion charge, or the dislodged fuel tank of the flamethrower being used to suppress the infected. I'm unsure. My skill in psychokinesis is fledgling at best, but it doesn't matter. I can remove the rubble without causing further damage to the building, and that's all that matters.
A frown of concentration mars my features as I quest deeper, worming through the stone, through the molecules making them up, to the very building blocks of their matter.
Seeking...and finding...their Shatterpoint.
CRACK!
The rubble disintegrated, stone and duracrete protesting, all for naught. In an instant, the blockade was reduced to a pile of fine dust that only rose up a little past my knees. I wiped my hand on my robes, leaving a swath of grime on the black fabric, and stepped over it and into the hallway.
The situation was turning ugly fast. Loki watched as the second figure moved off and used a concentrated use of the force to find the Shatterpoint of the rubble and then walk into the hall. Loki relaxed a little. his force power was incredible, albeit paled in comparison to Loki himself in a pique of rage. And Loki knew that there wasn't a single being on this planet that could match him physically, he was glad that he kept his Force signature dampened, they would most likely underestimate his ability within the Force thinking him more of a physical fighter. So much the better for him, so much the worst for them.
The troopers where about to cause irreparable damage to whatever the kriff was happening. Hopefully Adi calmed them down, his fingers twitched as he turned his gaze to the other being that began speaking, mentioning rights to punish the Troops. "I don't think that will be necessary." Loki said simply. "They are new to Red Dawn, having only arrived in the past few days. We're all on edge with the recent galaxy wide plague. I'm sure they're just overreacting. Lack of rest, reacting with a hair trigger. You can understand that." Loki said gesturing at the man. Hoping he was helping diffuse the situation, years ago kriff even months ago Loki would have responded to the mans words by blasting him through the wall and talking after. He truly was changing.
Either way, that ominous feeling in the back of his mind didn't go away, only increased with every moment since they had arrived. He didn't think they where the source, but merely a part of it. He wondered briefly if he should just attack. He looked down at his feet, and his belt where hung the instruments he had used to kill thousands, sometimes in the name of war, conquest, for credits, for personal gain, revenge, now for honor and to protect those that could not defend themselves. He looked back up. "Perhaps we should vacate the hanger, and get nourishment, I could eat a bantha personally and some caf." He said nodding towards where the clones had went. Even darksiders needed food.
The troopers still aimed their blasters at the four visitors. Even as tension rose, there didn't seem to be a sign that they would back down. The visitors clearly didn't seem friendly in their eyes.
Drez slowly tilted his head towards Adi. "Give us a good reason to stand down." He gritted through his teeth. His instincts told him not to trust the visitors. The Jedi's minds could have been clouded by the dark side of the force.
"I've got a bad feeling about standing down." Lex said over the encrypted communications channel, inaudible to anyone outside of the troopers' armors.
The rest of the troopers tilted their heads as well and stared at Adi to try to put pressure on him to voice his true opinion on the matter. If he gave them a good reason, they'd withdraw their stance on the matter and go back to whatever they were doing.
After spending the days since the farce of a meeting on Naboo emptying various locations of alcohol I finally made my way to the RDMC. With a bottle of rotgut in each hand (one full and the other only half) I manage to hit the right lift button on my second or third try... or maybe it was the 9th, look counting is hard. Staring blankly at the now closed doors I take another swig from the opened bottle, unable to really taste the horrible concoction at this point. The problem with being a Jedi Master is that you can detoxify just enough of the liquor not to kill you while still drinking far more than any sane person should.... or maybe it was trying to do good in a galaxy full of really shit people... it's definitely one of those two things. Even with my hazy vision the doors of the elevator are reflective enough to give me a good look at myself, and let me tell you it's not a pretty sight. Hair long and shaggy with a beard in the same condition my head seemed more like a mass of grey than the skull of a sentient being, assuming I'm sentient of course, but I'm not starting that debate with myself again, last time I did it gave me a headache. Of course I already have a headache but that's beside the point. My tattered blue Jedi robes and the lightsaber hilts on my belt are the only indication of me being a Jedi, assuming I'm actually a Jedi of course... also a debate for another day. The saber style sword on the opposite side of my belt and the DE-10 pistols strapped in underarm holsters combine with the multi-pocketed tan jumpsuit I wear under the robes to give me the look of some mad lunatic who couldn't decide if he wanted to be a Pirate or a mechanic for Halloween. Of course I probably am a mad lunatic, that one's not up for as much debate.
As this storm of thoughts goes through my head the elevator finally reaches it's floor and the doors open. Taking a single step out of the device my eyes focus enough to see the funniest damn sight I had seen in years. As such, and with a complete lack of tact I begin laughing. And not just a chuckle, one of those long true laughs that seem to last awkwardly long and confuse anyone else who isn't in on the joke that only you understand. After that eventually subsides I call out to Adi from across the room, sensing his general location more than actually being able to see him... or at least which of the half dozen or so Adi's I'm currently seeing is actually him. It seems like once again you've forgotten to invite me to the party my friend. Holding the open bottle straight out in front of me as my eyes focus in and out I direct a second question to the nearest dark robed figure, who I can only assume is a Sith Lord, or maybe a member of some sort of new cult of cannibalistic goth kids. Care for a drink?
"Because they have not shown any reason to harm them. They are here to do business. Just because someone is a darksider does not immediately make them an enemy. They will not be engaged unless they become aggressive. Please...stand down. If they become a problem, then they can be dealt with."
Adi's eyes immediately fell upon Loki, as a demonstration. Indeed, Matango did not want to spark off a fight here at the medical center. It would really look bad on all parties concerned. Even in times of war, these rules were followed. If an enemy was injured, they would be treated, and healed. It was the extension of the olive branch, so to speak.
Even enemies deserved mercy....no matter the alignment.
These gentlemen weren't even ENEMIES yet, however, and everyone in the hangar seemed to be doing their damnedest to make them such. That was not going to happen here. As if to punctuate Adi's point, Master Frantz stumbled into the hangar. He was offering one of the newcomers a drink....
Let it up to Mike to add a bit of levity to a situation. However, one of them was trying to get into the demolished cybernetics wing....
"Can't let you go there, yet, my friend. That is restricted space, and civilians are not allowed to enter....whether or not you opened the doorway. Please, if you gentlemen could follow me, I do believe we will take Loki's suggestion, and get some nourishment.
Please, if you would be so kind to accompany me? You, too, Master Frantz...I think you need a little food to soak up some of that alcohol you have been consuming....in what appears to be copious amounts as always...."
Matango waved them toward the door leading them to the less-secure areas of the RDMC. If they were to try something, Adieumus would have an easier time dealing with them in the smaller confines of the hallways of the complex, not to mention the automated defenses contained within. The hangar's defenses had not yet been brought back online, and they would be of no use in helping contain a group of children, let alone darksiders, if they did become aggressive.
**The Wookiee Shadow stood there as the Zabrak recounted his actions. Believe it or not, Kitkazza wasn't there to pass judgement upon anyone. Although, Kitkazza could sense in a small way that the Zabrak was a touch remorseful that he gave into the wanton avarice of the dark side. Kitkazza himself, after all, was no stranger to the dark side. As a shadow he had to find it and eradicate it, but before that he had to understand it. It's seduction and allure. He was no stranger to using anger, it fueled itself practically. The more you used it the more you wanted to use it. Like a drug. But like any good Force-user, he had to focus on setting himself away from using one side more than the other. Which was why the Council of Knowledge chose him to be a shadow. He could balance himself. Kitkazza could stare into the abyss and not have the abyss stare back into him. He was going to say this, until more dark siders showed up.**
**The Wookie Master positioned himself right behind the Zabrak with his arms crossed while also flanking Adi as well. If they attacked, it would be a three on two fight. But Adi had declared the RDMC neutral turf. Kitkazza would respect that as long as the other two did as well.**
*Right up until the pile of rubble exploded into dust, I had been woefully ignorant of Tal's ability to use Shatterpoint. Well, you know, if you never see it, how could you? The situations that call for it are rare enough that it's totally reasonable for him to be proficient in its use and for me never to have chanced to witness it. I turn to look.
And I see Tal making as if to dart off into that freshly-opened corridor, so I've got just a narrow window of time before he'll be beyond my reach, Adi's forthcoming protests notwithstanding.
Trusting Devient not to have steered me wrong (BOY that is a risky proposition), I sweep aside my coat, revealing the gunslinger's belt I wear. At my telekinetic command, the twin LL-30 blasters Crisis and Crux are plucked from their holsters and dart through the air. They sweep past Tal and hang, gently bobbing, handgrips profferred to right and left hand respectively. He'll be able to take them without breaking his stride, I envision it as nonchalant as possible, and make it look like we have incredibly amazing teamwork.*
[/span][/ul] *There is a brief exchange in the Irrukiine language, which I don't think anyone here natively understands, but the aftermath summarizes the content, being by which Curcebithin has indicated his intent to tag along with Tal. He moves to follow in his footsteps, which leaves Galbakhor in my care. Good luck, doggo. I turn back to Loki, whose words haven't fallen on deaf ears.
'There's more to this one than meets the eye.'
No other thought is more fitting a conclusion than that; the reply to my questions was so apt and amiable that I was dumbstruck for a moment. This is a fellow whose confidence is permitting him not to be, as he put it, trigger-happy. Whose choice not to walk on eggshells around us allows him to clearly perceive the heart of things.
Is it because the dark side gives us common ground? Or is there more to it? Either way, there's a wisdom to his words that is scarce to be found among dark siders, in my experience, and this captures both my respect and my attention.*
[/i][/font][/span][/ul] *I'll just go ahead and disregard Devient here. And, since Loki's answer indicates that they're also guests, and seems to assure that a bit of leniency on the anti-aggression policy is the modus operandi of the RDMC, I nod several times. I'll take him up on the offer to hit the mess hall.*
[/font][/span][/ul] *And just as I was thinking that the situation would de-escalate from here, what with Tal departing the scene and my intent to go get some refreshments, the remark of the one trooper indicating the squad's intention not to cordially follow Adi's orders distracts me. Adi's reply -- to both them and Tal -- is icing on the cake. I think the tension is just continuing.
Seems to me like Adi had already given them a that reason. Seems to me like, if wasn't good enough reason in Drez's book the first time around, he's not going to listen to it now. Seems to me like the next good reason Adi's going to give them is that the troopers should lower their weapons if they value their personal safety from this point forward. If I had to guess, that'll probably go over about as well as apologizing in person to Darth Vader.
The man with the laser eye (at least, I'm assuming it's a laser eye -- if you go to the trouble of getting a cybernetic eye, you'd at least make sure that it can shoot a laser out of it, right? That's what I'd do.) has his hand on the blaster adorning his side. The Wookiee, as well, is standing himself between the troopers and us, armed with the weapon of intimidation. I'll commend their readiness, and match it myself, because I'm highly skeptical that diplomacy is panning out well with the troopers; along the way of returning my arm to my side after pulling aside my coat for the blaster transfer procedure, I hook a finger through one of the grooves in Vol's basket hilt, and pull it off of my belt. I don't ascribe to the philosophy that a lightsaber is most dangerous when not in hand; I prefer to hold it, even if it turns out that I won't need to use it.
And then, just as I expected things couldn't possibly get any more bizarre, an elevator car a ways away slides open to reveal a man teetering on the edge of blacking out from alcohol. Stumbling out, he reveals his familiarity with Adi, and invites ... presumably everyone? ... for alcohol. Beneath the mask, my nose twitches. That might be the best suggestion yet; caf seems to pale in comparison to a stiff beverage with the way things are headed now.
Adi suggests we get food, instead of alcohol. And within the selfsame pronouncement, tells Tal that he's not allowed to go through that hallway. If I had to guess, that'll probably go over about as well as sentencing Luke Skywalker to death in the Pit of Carkoon.*
I don't break stride as Ryu calls out- we share a similar quality where, once committed to a path, we pursue it with determined conviction. But I do cock my head to the side as I continue walking, to acknowledge that I hear him. In perfect, seamless synchrony, my black hands rise to my sides, and close casually around a pair of identical grips- Crisis in my right hand, and Crux in my left.
It was a thoughtful gesture, but an obvious one. No threat I would meet within these ruins would be a match for my skill in the force, so any tripe about needing a weapon to deal with infected civilians was just that. A room full of hostile Jedi intent on fighting to the death to protect a handful of salvaged cybernetics, however...well, the twin pistols may come in handy.
My black robes rustled as I continued on my way, oblivious to the events developing in the hangar, until Adieumus calls out to me.
And I freeze, spine snapping straight and eyes narrowing.
I turned slowly to regard the Jedi with a baleful gaze, for one moment the effervescent fury visible on my features. Then I shrugged, and gestured with Crux.
[/font] I turned back round and resumed my trek down the corridor. "You say you can't let me...I propose that you couldn't possibly hope to stop me."[/font][/ul][/ul]
A shame- I really thought the tension was going to pass. But to challenge my freedom is...inconceivable, and unforgivable. Tapping Crisis against my thigh in an idle rhythm, I gather the dark side, pooling energy as I disappeared into the inky blackness of the ruined cybernetics wing. Would my pursuers aspire to be my escorts, or my captors, I wonder?
Loki strode forward and laid a hand on Adi's shoulder. "I will attend them." He said simply, walking forward. "Alone." He added knowing some of the others might try and follow him. Loki turned his head to the other man. "I still owe you a drink, we'll see to that later, after me and your friend explore the ruins." Loki said nodding to him. As he too crossed the threshold. "Though, I would prefer to know the name of the one I explore with." He said nodding to the man tapping the blaster against his leg. "I am Lord Loki, otherwise known as Darth Venator Dark Lord of the Sith." He said nodding to the man Cordially and moving up next to him. His eye searching the ruins ahead for any more obstacles or plague victims. "This area was sealed before we arrived, I can guarantee your safety or that of your...Helper." He said simply moving forward and ahead of the man stepping lightly over some fallen refuse.
Loki prayed to Bogan in his mind that he was making the right choice, either he was walking into a trap like a bantha to slaughter, or he would merely find what this man was looking for in the cybernetics wing and they would enjoy a meal afterwards. Loki could handle himself better than the others one on one, so it just made sense to offer himself as possible bait. Loki knew what he was about, he looked back at Adi and gave him the cheekiest wave the Zabrak could manage before continuing on ahead.
Kirwin had been standing silently still while events progressed. The more people talked the more uneasy he became, that was until another Jedi exited from the elevator and started drunkenly laughing. Kirwin grinned at the laughing man who seemed oblivious to the potential danger building in the hanger. The man reminded him of his childhood aand not giving a care about anything, the thought brought peace to Kirwin's heart and soul in his current predicament of potentail battle.
Adi persisted on keeping things peaceful even when that peace was beginning to wobble like a top that was nearing its spin. Kirwin was sure that when the other Sith who had -dusted- the hallway rubble refused to listen to Adi's warning something bad would happen. He immediately began calling to the Force to bolster his reserves should something go from bad to worse. The hooded exile tried to keep the flow small enough to not alarm the other Force users in the room.
"You might want to call your companions back here... I'm sorry, I believe I missed introductions. Doesn't matter, I'll call you Faceless. On account of your mask." Kirwin stated after noting Adi's slight rise in heartrate when the other Sith and his acolyte disappeared into the hallway. "Don't worry, I'm not threatening you, if that is what it might come off as. It's just merely a 'friendly' suggestion." It was hard for a person to gauge others if they hid their faces. But Kirwin's cybernetic eye could tell him things that normal eyesight couldn't. Like the fact that the person he currently spoke to either kept his eyes closed or didn't have eyes.
"As Adi said, certain places are off limits both due to the plague mutations and the structural integrity of parts of this facility. And I wouldn't want to be walking around with a slightly annoyed Zabrak like Loki." Kirwin continued to explain, hoping to drill reasoning into the thick Sith skulls of theirs. They knew the place was understaffed, and the items they wanted were unavailable, and yet they persist on ignoring given orders. He wished he could just attack the Sith and be done with their greedy and selfish ways.