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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It seemed that the bounty hunter was down to desperation at this point. Unfortunately it wasn't likely to be enough at least not this time. Instead of immediately going for the kill with my right arm I first sweep it out in front of me in a counterclockwise circle to bad bat it out of line to my right. As I come crashing into him with my shield, keeping it interposed between myself and the right hand that was likely preparing for a "surprise" draw and fire from his blaster using it's momentum and weight to hopefully keep the arm pinned down and out of line. As I make contact I swing my arm in an opposite motion from what it had just made to align the gauntlet once again with the other man's eye, finally going for the intended kill shot as we both fall toward the ground with my momentum.
It appeared that the young man wasn't going to surrender. I wish I could believe that whoever set the bounty was as reasonable as the young man said but in my experience very few people who set bounties are reasonable, especially if there is an option for the reduced pay "dead" option. People who accept death as any sort of option aren't likely to be paid off. The choice was made, the chance was given, and the chips were down. Time to end this.
With no warning a blaze forward, pushing the force I had gathered into my muscles as I moved forward in a burst of Force Speed. I kept the shield in it's position, prepared to intercept any sort of blaster shot he might be able to manage, even if such a thing was unlikely with the relatively short distance I had to travel. Allowing my force enhanced muscles to take me into a very cool looking (in my opinion at least) sliding leap over the crates in front of me I take a straight line toward the man using the momentum of the super human speed I intend to slam my shield directly into his chest, knocking him down or at the very least off balance. As contact is made I plan to move my right arm up palm facing the man's head releasing the ballistic knife in the underside of that armguard at point blank range directly into the young man's eye, hoping to end it all quickly in what would undoubtedly be a very large spray of blood, once again a young man's fire removed from the galaxy for nothing more than money, such a waste.
It appeared that this entire attack was financial in nature. Well that was something that could be understood, and perhaps handled. Maybe I wouldn't have to harm this young man today. Unfortunately it was also quite possible that there was about to be a very large burst of violence. It was often hard to tell in situations like this. Keeping myself as covered as possible I felt him pulling on the force and continued my own draw, getting ready to continue to defend myself if necessary. Now knowing at least a little of my attacker I was hesitant to kill him. If it's something I could avoid I'd prefer it, but he might not give me a choice at this point. Damn I'm getting far too old for this. Keeping an eye on the younger man with special attention to the blaster pistol at his side, I wait for a countermove as I speak once again, my voice calm and collected, rational and oddly lacking a slur. I suppose that's what you get from decades of practice. "If money is your motivation than I have a simple solution for you. Whatever they're offering I'll double it and you walk away now." It was the flat out truth too, I happened to be filthy rich from a deal made a long time ago with Adi for my controlling interest in a shipyard. It had been sitting in my accounts for what felt like forever and I'd happily pay the price to save me the pain of having to kill another young man, that had happened far too much in my life already and I'd rather not keep adding anymore notches to that particular belt. Besides if money really was his only motivation for this fight I figured this would be the quickest and most simple way to end it, and the faster the better with this sort of thing, before anyone could manage to get too twitchy.
Rather than activate the concealed explosive I drop my concentration on the weapon and allow it to collide with the lid and fall harmlessly to the floor as I tracked the young man in the force until suddenly he vanished. Obviously he was at least partially trained it would seem. Unfortunately for him there were still things that the young man had yet to learn. Returning to my focus on the technology of the bay and the last known location of my opponent it takes almost no time at all to find something the young man had neglected to conceal, his rifle. To be fair to the young man there were few force users who could detect individual technology in the force,and I had yet to meet another who could do it to a degree even close to my own. Rather than go for some sort of dramatic move or another attempt at destruction I decided to change tactics and give the young man a chance. Reaching out to his weapon I focus, reaching instead inside it, subtly disconnecting the trigger assembly from the rest of the weapon with a minor effort of telekinesis. Standing up, I move out from behind cover to address the young man. My lower body is kept carefully behind a crate up to about belly button level and I keep my shield up protecting from my eyes down. I want to give the young man a chance and I'm fairly certain his main weapon is out of the game for now but i'm no idiot, I'm going to do my best to keep myself as protected as possible. "I'll give you this one chance. Surrender now and no harm will come to you. I don't want to hurt you Kid.."
What is it with people and trying to take out knee caps? It's like everyone in the galaxy watched way too many old gangster holos. Thankfully this wasn't my first rodeo. Dropping to my knee I begin a roll back to cover, pulling my shield across my body as I did to take the blaster instead of my poor old knee. As I made my drop roll I angled the shield off to the left just a fraction so as to deflect the blast rather than trying to stop it outright. I didn't feel like letting these old bones of mine try to take that sort of kinetic force if I could avoid it. A single bolt wasn't likely to do anything more than bruise the arm behind the shield even if I had gone to block it outright, but I didn't survive this long by taking bruises that I didn't have to.
Completing the roll in a crouch behind my TIE panel cover I smile just a little bit. The bounty hunter was a good shot, and apparently force sensitive, but he had made his mistake by staying far away and now he was going to pay for it. Pulling my flask out of my belt pouch I take another swig before dropping to both knees, kneeling down as I close my eyes and focus. Now was the time to show the young man why they called me a Jedi Master instead of just another drunk from Corellia. Reaching out with my senses falling almost instantly into a semi-meditative force trance aided by experience and alcohol I flood my inner senses with the force, allowing it to be my eyes and ears. In but a moment I got a much better sense of the battlefield in front of me, the TIE's in their racks above us, the craft on the floor being maintained, and all the various machinery used to maintain the ships.
For most Jedi technology was just more inanimate material to be noted and sometimes tossed about with great swaths of force power, but for me it had always hummed with it's own form of life. Even the mostly inert starfighters thrummed in my senses, their wires and generators full of currently untapped potential. In this moment though there was only one source of technology I was searching for, my own thrown weapon, still on it's course to the ceiling. Catching it in my telekinetic grasp once again I reverse it's course with the aid of the natural gravity and pull it like a meteor toward the bright beacon of lifeforce that was my attacker. Prepared to active the weapon when I was sure of a kill. I didn't relish ending this young man's life, but when you're attacked with lethal force, sometimes that's what you have to respond with, and this young man was far too dangerous to use half measures on. ""
Standing straight up in the middle of a hangar with an obvious blaster rifle leveled at my face wasn't exactly a great way to get a kill on me, but it was at least honorable... stupid, but honorable. For the young man's honor I at least waited until the trigger was pulled to act, there was still a chance this wasn't going to be contest to the death, one can hope at least. As soon as my senses detected the pull (yes I realize that as a jedi that technically happens before the trigger pull but it wasn't like I was going to wait for the actual pull and let myself get splattered all over the pristine hangar floor, I'm crazy but I'm not an idiot.) I burst into movement. Dodging the bolts looked to an outside observer more like a drunken stumble than any true dodge of a skilled combatant, and truth be told that's exactly what it was, but rather than completely random it was controlled chaos, allowing me to pull on natural balance and randomness of the drink to help pull my head out of the first shot as I twist and duck, catching myself to the right as I take a step, spinning around the second shot in a similar drunken turn before taking a final long stride to take cover behind the solar panel of a TIE fighter on the hangar floor awaiting maintenance.
"Well there goes the whole 'no death contest' hope I suppose." I mumble mostly to myself as I activate my left arm guard and pull one of the hilt looking objects from my belt with my right hand as I watched the shield fan out from my left arm guard forming a circular shield about 2 feet in diameter drawing in on the force as I did. As soon as the shield was in place and hilt like object was in my hand I spun out from behind my cover, shield ready to intercept any extra bolts as I threw my weapon forward, catching it with the force and propelling it toward the bounty hunter with the force as I spun back the way I had come into cover and continued guiding the weapon. Intended to look like I wanted to spear him with it I held the weapon as a quick telekinetic homing missile, using my opponent's own life force as my guide, hoping to activate the weapon at the last possible moment and perhaps end this contest here and now.
I take a long, deep breath as I enter the hangar of the massive super star destroyer. Everything from the sterilizing scent of the cleaner that all warships seem to use to the whiskey on my own breath brought memories. This isn't the first time I've been in the hangar of a Star Destroyer, in fact I've served on a variety of them in my many years of wondering about the galaxy doing good, or at least what I thought of as good. The distinction between the two had always seemed vague and fluid, but recently with the universe on it's head that line seemed to be even harder to find. Taking another long pull from the flask my contemplative thoughts are interrupted by some vestage of warning. Whether it was instinct or the force that told me something was wrong I don't much care, I learned long ago to trust my senses.
Replacing the flask to it's place on my belt I begin to relax, allowing my body to become prepared for action, slowly pulling in the force to assist as I begin looking around for the source of the feeling. As I start to look around I take stock of my equipment, making sure all of my various weapons are in their proper places. My left and briefly grasps the hilt of the sword on my left hip, the now familiar grip of the cavalry saber style sword buzzing slightly with energy of it's own was enough to calm myself even farther allowing me to focus even more intently on the world around me. All three hilts and things disguised as hilts rested calmly hanging from my belt on the hip opposite the sword. The DE-10 pistol was secured in the holster under my left armpit ready for a quick draw should I need it, even if It had been a long time since I'd needed to draw the weapon in earnest. Finally I reached out with the force slightly to feel the two concealed weapons, first the knife in my right arm guard and more importantly the thousands of metal shards dispersed through my pockets, ready should I need weapons that weren't so obvious. In addition to the weapons I was glad that I had put the chainmail shirt on under my many pocketed jumpsuit before boarding this vessel, I was starting to think I was going to have need of it before the end of the day. Clacking the two force forged arm guards together in the nearly silent hangar I used just a little bit of collected force energy to enhance the sound, letting a metallic clink reverberate for a moment before raising my voice to address whatever was here. If you're going to do something now would be the time, I'm not getting any younger here. I couldn't keep the usual half-smile off my old white bearded face as I spoke to the threat. Today was going to be interesting, and either release me from this world, or bring me one step closer to the goal... now if only I could remember what that goal was.
Weapons: 1) A Cavalry Saber style sword. Force forged with the ashes of the dead of the Corellian Academy after the cataclysm the grey blade radiates a strong lightside presence in the force in it's own right and works as a channel for force energy pumped into it 2) A few thousand shards of metal dispersed through the many pockets of his jumpsuit that can form into a 5 and a half food staff when needed. (Very limited form of the shards for anyone familiar with those, can be used to redirect force attacks such as force lightening. 3) Force Forged Knife hidden in the right forearm guard (see below armor section) 4) 1 Blue bladed shoto style lightsaber. 5) 2 Thermal detonators disguised as shoto saber hilts (matching above shoto design) 6) 1 DE-10 Blaster Pistol 7) A few pocket trinkets that might be used as improvised projectiles, including a packet of microscrews, a small robotic mouse, 3 small wrenches, and a packet of salt.
Armor: 1) Left forearm guard that has an extendable shield that fans out to be about two feet in diameter 2) Right forearm guard with a hidden knife that can be quick released for a ballistic attack or slower release for a quick in hand weapon. 3) Chainmail shirt that goes from hip to neck and over the arms until just under the forearm guards. In addition to the usual properties of the force forged materials it is designed to absorb and redistribute energy including kinetic and force 4) The Flask of Sto, a seemingly never ending flask of alcohol. Not traditional armor, but it is lubricant for the mind.
Force Powers: Telekinesis Detoxify Poison Force Speed Art of the Small Force Barrier Tutaminis Alter Environment Force Weapon Force Healing Force sight
The walk outside the RDMC would have been peaceful if it wasn't for the sounds of battle, destruction, and fire that seemed to permeate every frequency my ears can hear.... So really it wasn't remotely peaceful, but a man can hope can't he? Taking the final swig of (If I'm being honest pretty bad) alcohol from the bottle I had brought with me I let it drop from my hands and reach out with my senses quietly. It didn't take much to know that not far away there was a massive clash of Soldier, Jedi, and Sith. Well now is as good a time as any to do something, well I mean I'd sort of been doing something the whole time but the whole hangar thing resolved itself far quicker than I had expected. Reaching out to the shards I had returned to my pockets I slowly brought them fourth allowing the metal to form together into a sphere between my hands.
Once the last shard had fused itself with it's brethren my work began. Reaching out with the force through the shards I let my presence slip out from me and begin to give me a feeling for the nearby battle. Troops and Jedi clashed, I felt two familiar force signatures begin to square off, one and old friend and mentor, the other a foe from what seemed like a different era. In other parts of the room less familiar force signatures moved about doing what they do best, including a powerful darkside presence with the unmistakable stink of sith alchemy all over him. What finally drew my attention however were the nearly 300 soldiers marking from the outside in, their blaster fire adding chaos to an already chaotic situation. In that moment I knew where I could do the most "good" the most quickly. ("Good" being singled out because there was definitely a philosophical debate to be had about how good ending a life (or a few hundred lives) actually is, thankfully that was a debate to be had with myself at a later time... assuming I was around to do so).
You see, I've always had an affinity for machines and technology in general and after decades of working with it in minute detail I'd gained a sense of it through the force that few others had matched. Although not living it was still possible to find the individual pieces of the puzzle that made up the soldier's equipment andin particular their spare blaster packs. It didn't take much energy to do what I wanted to do, but it did take focus. Thankfully the mildly inebriated state I was in managed to help me relax into my work as I used the shard's imbued focusing aide to reach out into the hangar and pull the Sturm Dowels from hundreds of spare packs on the soldiers. The now overcharging packs should begin to explode in small miniature grenade-like explosions.
With everything hopefully going my way I started to make my way forward once again, making a fist to shatter the sphere who's shards then began to flow up my arms and solidify around my torso as a thin layer of armor over by jumpsuit, but under the tattered remains of my blue robes. Reaching out once again through the shards I begin drawing the force to me, allowing the calm light to fill me with warmth and focus as I begin to make my way through the smoke of the explosions toward the new entrance in the side of the building courtesy of Sith. For the first time since the Sith had appeared I was actively drawing on large amounts of energy drawing attention to myself for any force sensitives in the area. I wasn't exactly trying to make a grand entrance (although my tattered blue robes swirling through the smoke of what had once been a large portion of their troops did have that nice side effect) but mostly I was trying to distract and misdirect. Drawing on just a little of the energy I had gathered I amplify my voice just enough to carry to Andor from behind. It's good to see you again. If my presence didn't draw his attention I hoped my voice would cut through into those old memories. Flashing my usual half smile, I stand in the Sith's own entrance way amidst the blackened carnage of their own troops, deciding that despite the fact that I was very likely about to be slaughtered mercilessly by something I had missed, well at least I had made one truly epic entrance first.
A lot of things went down very quickly it would seem. Almost as suddenly as the fighting in the hangar had begun it ended in the swift dispatching of the Sith. It felt almost sad for it to have ended such a way, in a flurry of blaster fire and some lucky shots. It was as if things should have been far more epic. Well I can't say I am overly upset about it though, as anticlimactic as it had seemed I was well aware things aren't over. Besides I'm old and the less effort I have to put into a victory the better. Holstering my blaster I bow slightly to the corpse. May the Force be with you Jake. My words ring with respect for my foe, despite the situation. That small honor paid and before the hangar once again erupted into fire and destruction I make my way to the hangar entrance shattering the stools as I go, allowing the metal to once again make it's way into various pockets. Picking up one of the bottles I had left on the floor, miraculously unbroken, and begin to drink as I make my way to the edge of the hangar and drop suddenly out of view as I jump from the bay, tattered blue robes flapping around me as I move.
Well that all went to shit even quicker than I had expected. All it took was a comlink call and suddenly all hell broke loose. Of course it wasn't exactly unexpected. Sith Lords betraying their "peaceful" intentions while reprimanding Jedi for their quickness to judge based on those very actions... well I can't say I'm surprised, but I am slightly saddened that this had to devolve to violence. I had almost looked forward to sitting down and having a drink and a conversation with this strange Sith before me, but it looked like that chance had disappeared with his dramatic reveal and declaration of war. Oh well, another time perhaps. Adi approached nearby, delivering his ultimatum as the unfamiliar Wookiee backed up his threat with bulk. It was all well and proper to give them the chance, but I had no expectation of them accepting. As I begin to calmly stand up from my stool a reflected blaster bolt begins coming for me. With a speed that seems contrary to my age I whip the stool around, letting the seat absorb the bolt, stopping it's energy dead and taking it within the shards themselves. Just before I shatter the stool a few important factors stop me. I feel two massive opposing darkside forces clash as Loki's aura and Jake's drain meet. Yes I know he revealed his name all dramatically and such but I liked him a lot better as Jake the faceless Sith so I'm sticking with that name as long as possible.
A storm of energies coalesces around me as I set the stool down. One advantage of being a small fish in a big pond was that I hadn't been drawing on the force when the drain had begun and it opened up a unique opportunity for me. Taking a long swig from my flask I begin to move. Circling around the blind Sith who appeared to have some difficulty with whatever magical senses he used to see at the moment. I swing right, the opposite direction that the weird sith apprentice is charging the wookiee from. I maintain the same distance from Jake that I had as I move. I'm no master of stealth but I do move quietly, hopefully quiet enough to not be heard over the explosions, blaster fire, and lightsabers nearby. I keep myself from drawing on the force, hoping to be lost in the chaos of big force egos colliding around me. After a few moments I complete my half circle ending up not far from where I had entered the hangar. I'm hoping that I got lucky and went unnoticed in the chaos as I moved so that I was now facing the back of the Sith Lord. I avoid reaching out with the force for my shards, or using my hands to grasp the hilt of the sword at my belt, instead going for a far more simple weapon. Left hand open in preparation for the need to pull the shards to me, I quietly pull one of the DE-10 blaster's from the holster under my left arm and take a single shot at the back of the Sith, aiming for the point where his neck met his torso, the distinct blue bolt of the blaster hopefully ending this fight before it ever really began. While a flurry of bolts might have been a better option for killing I had no desire to hit my allies and so opted for a single shot aimed so that if the sith dodged it wouldn't hit anyone else in the hangar.
Shooting someone from behind wasn't exactly the most honorable way to strike at someone, but it took almost no energy and had a decently high chance of success. Besides they had come in peace and then tossed that out the window as soon as it was convenient so I felt no need to fight with honor. I hadn't used the nearby stool as a strike of a dozen spikes from the side out of respect for him announcing his intent to murder us all instead of just stabbing me during our handshake, but that was about as much "honorable" leeway I was about to extend to my opponent at this point. It was time to do or die and I wasn't exactly in the mood to toss myself on the man's saber, not today at least.
A large variety of things happened all at once. Most pressing of which was the offering of the wrong hand by my new pal Jake... or well it was actually the right hand but in offering my left I had hoped he'd put his saber away, but apparently he decided to be contrary and offer his right hand anyway. Well it can't be helped I suppose, Sith don't like letting go of their lightsabers it would seem... well to be fair most Jedi I've met wouldn't let go of their sabers int he presence of a Sith so I'm not exactly about to hold it against the guy, I mean he might be a mass murderer (and really it's likely that that's the case.. but maybe not, who knows) so I might hold that against him but until I have some form of proof one way or another.. or if we weren't on neutral ground... or if he tried to kill me,.... or... well you get the point, there are a lot of reasons I might do my best to kill the man in front of me but at the moment none of them are valid so all I have to do is figure out this damn reverse handshake. Dropping the bottles out of my right hand and out from under my arm I let the force still flowing through me move naturally to catch and cushion their fall so that they land intact and right side up on the floor next to me. Pivoting I swing my right hand into position to intercept the other man's hand and complete the whole process in a rather more graceful fashion than one might expect a drunk to accomplish... of course I'm not exactly any drunk but that's a story for another time.
As I shake his hand though something in the galaxy shifts just a little in the grand scale of rightness as a familiar voice is heard addressing me, a voice I hadn't expected to hear ever again. Releasing the Sith's hand I turn my focus to my former apprentice allowing my eyes to focus on him... and realizing that there were definitely two of him... no three... or was it four, it sort of kept shifting in and out which makes it sort of difficult to get a proper count. Oh that's right, I'm still drunk. Why am I drunk? oh yeah all the alcohol..... yeah that's usually what does it, although I've heard some people being drunk off glory or happiness or all sorts of things, but I'd never quite found anything that gets you as drunk as alcohol does. That is not the point however. The galaxy has gotten a bit brighter as I realize that Rai had made it through the cataclysm more alive than many of the friends I had once known. I had decided to get drunk to forget a lot of that... or maybe it was just because I felt like there was nothing better to do, I really couldn't be bothered to remember at the moment. In any case either of those reasons were counteracted at least a little by the healer's continued status on the "live" list.
Making a snap decision I draw more deeply on the force and a wash of light moves through my body and brings clarity back to my thoughts and vision. Normally suddenly sobering up would freak someone the heck out, but this wasn't the first time I'd done it, and it was unlikely to be the last. In any case it wasn't an effort of the force that showcased anything overly powerful, but detoxifying your own blood was a feat of precision, one that would take most healers at least more than a moment to achieve, but when you do something almost constantly for decades you get pretty good at it. As my thoughts focus a wide smile creases my weathered old face. It's very good to see you kid, I'm in the middle of a conversation here I gesture to the Sith who's hand I had just shaken and who I was currently slightly ignoring. so why don't you get some food in ya and we'll catch up once I'm done here. Trusting my apprentice to be fine for a while as I continue what I was already doing I turn back to the Sith I had drunkenly named Jake and evaluated him once again, both with my ice blue eyes and my force senses. He was dangerous to be sure, incredibly so in fact, but so far I had no reason to kill him and I would continue to not do that for as long as was practical, which I hoped was quite a while since a confrontation here wasn't exactly ideal, even with the backup present in the hangar. Speaking of which there were a lot more people in here than I had originally noticed, I had really only focused on Adi and the Sith when I had arrived. It was a lapse on my part, but one that hadn't gotten me killed... well yet at least.
Refocusing again on the Sith I bow precisely and formally, the effect only slightly ruined by the state of my clothes and hair. I return to addressing the Sith my voice now formal and polite. My apologies, I did not mean to ignore you so quickly after addressing you, but I had not expected to run into my old apprentice here and I was simply glad to see him. Anyway I believe you asked about my bottles. I gesture down to the two bottles now sitting to my right. I'd love to give you some philosophical mumbo jumbo about how the two bottles represent the two halves of the force and I'm attempting to drain one away while keeping the other intact I chuckle a little. but honestly it's just one for now and one for when that one is empty.
I know Adi wants to get the Sith inside to a more controlled environment where we could cut him down if necessary or where we could at least limit access a bit better, but despite the respect I have for the younger man I'd never quite developed a habit of following his lead. Reaching out with the force again as I speak to the Sith thousands of metal shards begin to spin out of the pockets of my jumpsuit, coalescing in a dozen miniature cyclones of metal as they combine together behind me binding to each other until a latticework of thin but strong metal reveals itself to be a high backed stool. As I sit on it the metal forms around my old backside, making it oddly comfortable for a seat of metal that hadn't been there moments before. Reaching out again I create a second stool a few paces away from the Sith (I decided that trying to place a bunch of spinning metal fragment too close to him was just asking for trouble) I gesture slightly to it prepared to manipulate the metal to be more comfortable for him as well should he decide to take the seat. Have a seat, and maybe we can discuss what's going on like civilized people, instead of two packs of angry dogs about to start a scrap.
It seems like everyone in the hangar pretty much dismissed my presence almost immediately after noticing me. I mean that's good because no one is looking likely to stab me at this point, not that I'd mind a good stabbing about now, but let's be honest I don't quite have a death wish yet... or maybe I do... honestly I can't quite decide for myself how I feel about my life. I do know that I'm not afraid to die, but I'm relatively sure I don't want to. In any case I didn't show up here just to be ignored by sith and Jedi alike. I'm here to.... well actually I'm not so sure why I ended up here right now, to be honest I'm not totally sure where I've been for the past two days at all, but that's beside the point. I swing wide around the two Sith who's backs are to me, not because I'm afraid of them (see above about the whole not really giving a crap about death thing) but because I don't want them misinterpreting my actions as trying to sneak up on them. Sloshing back another swig from the bottle, because obviously I haven't had enough to drink yet, I wait until I'm clearly in view of the Sith before stepping forward to approach "Faceless" my movements surprisingly graceful for a man with triple vision. I give credit to my fantastic sense of balance, although I'm pretty sure it's just practice and a little unconscious force guidance (I can feel plenty of the force flowing through me, not intentionally, or even in a "look how powerful I am" sort of way, but the calm of a Jedi is surprisingly easy to risk while intoxicated past the point of normal social acceptance. That calm just lets me feel the force in ways I don't normally do. Really though it's just pretty handy for keeping me from falling on my ass while moving around. Speaking of not falling on my ass, I manage to approach with minimal difficulty. Reaching out my hand to shake his I'm momentarily confused at why there is a bottle in it before remembering that I am indeed carrying a bottle in both hands. That's going to make proper handshakes difficult, but what fun is life if there is no challenge? that's what all the motivational posters say after all. After a moment or three of fumbling I manage to tuck the half empty bottle a bit awkwardly under my right arm before reaching out with my left hand as if to go for a handshake.
Hi Jake, I'm Mike. Yes I realize that he's some sort of scary badass Sith Lord or darkside, or dark demi-god or whatever he feels like being that day, but I wasn't about to let him get such a cool nickname as "faceless". Sith often thrive on being mysterious and dangerous and all that, but rarely do they know how to react when called by a random generic name. Unfortunately the whole scary mask thing will make it hard to see the look on his face and properly enjoy the reaction, but hey It could be worse. And before you ask (whoever "you" is because I'm fairly certain "you" is me and I've ascended to a special level of oddness where I can give myself fantastic monologues while doing mundane things like offering handshakes.) I do realize he has a lightsaber in his hand shaking hand, but It really didn't phase me, Either he'd try to kill me or he wouldn't, or he'd try and I could stop him or I couldn't. It wasn't any more dangerous than anything else really.... okay maybe a little more dangerous considering it as an armed Sith Lord (or other some such darksider, I'm really not totally clear on that point yet) but hey, what's living if you don't risk dying every once in a while. Besides he's just got done with some sort of "I'm smarter than you because I can speak more words" rant and those are always the most fun to introduce yourself in the middle of while completely ignoring the social graces of conversation... not that I gave a damn about those at the moment.