At the other end of the bar....

[Marcus QDunn]

A lone Jedi Master awaits for Morgan Evanar to answer his request to come here.

He had, not long ago left a note where Morgan often was....

Come to the Bar and Grill. Bring your sabre or any other weapon you want. Be prepared to defend yourself



(Everyone else not invited can stay out, unless your going to run when the fun starts)

[Pierce Tondry]

ooc -{Unless you have a serious objection, I would like Pierce to be present in disguise.)

[Morgan Evanar]

HissssClick

A clip of seven ceramic jacketed .50 cal rounds slid smoothly into the handle of Morgan's massive Desert Eagle, which he then placed into his shoulder holster. Across his back was the ancient sword Kivi Kush, a blade forged by strange yet noble warriors forty centuries ago. Finally, a lightsaber hung from his belt.

Morgan flexed his hands, his ten centimeter claws locking into position and then folding back a few times. Satisfied, he pulled the doors open and stepped inside.

[Marcus QDunn]

:: With a bit of a lop sided grin, the Jedi Master nods. He checked around and saw there was no one really in here. Good, no one to raise eybrows later.

"Morgan! Are you ready?" he said as a challenge.

[Morgan Evanar]

"I'm ready unless I'm floating in a bacta tank." He said, eyeing Marcus with a questioning look. Obviously, physical combat was involved, but to what end?

And what was the point? In any case, Morgan let his fingers fiddle in the air a bit, and moved most of his weight to the balls of his feet.

[Marcus QDunn]

"Floating in a Bacta tank? Heh, I like that answer. rightio mate, lets have get to it!"

Q'Dunn stepped left, then up onto the bar itself. He jumped upwards, catching the edge of a air conditioning duct, pulling himself into it and then began to run down it and turning a corner::

[Morgan Evanar]

Even Morgan's ears in their more "human" state would have been able to track QDunn's movement. Now, he knew exactly how fast he was moving, how hard each foot impacted the bottom of the vent. Slowly, he leveled the massive handgun, and tracked the noise.

Just as he squeezed the trigger, the pounding of feet stopped, and the round soared above where Marcus' head should have been. There was a loud hiss, likely QDunn's body sliding across the bottom. The pounding of feet resumed mere moments later.

"You're very good!"

[Marcus QDunn]

:: His feet pounded as he ran. He slid around anouther corner, the screech as his boots caught for traction and he ran on....

Or seemed to. He used the Force to make the sounds of a man running, while he halted and drew one of his guns. Without looking he ducked around the corner and fired off a burst, before this time running again::

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan's eyes narrowed the moment QDunn rounded the corner. Something wasn't quite right with it... DIVE! his mind screamed. Three rail slugs sped out through the vent walls, and one nicked his shoe, slightly throwing his balance as he turned the dive into a single-armed handspring. He stumbled a bit when he landed.

"Frell." the word mumbled it's way out of Evanars mouth as he glanced at the somewhat distant open end of the vent. Unduanted, he pulled his saber off of his belt, and sliced himself a fresh entrance. He returned the saber to his belt, readied the handgun, and lept in, giving chase.

[Marcus QDunn]

:: He could hear Morgan giving chase. He came to a place where the conduits twisted up and then on again, effectively going up a level. Q'Dunn dropped a hand to his belt, pulled loose a concussion grenade, turned and threw. He divoted and leaped up the shaft, then began running down the conduit again.

Somehwere... yeah... here He turned down the new corridor.....


WHUMP!! ::

[Morgan Evanar]

What was dark for most was nearly daylight for Morgan, he could see easily in the vent. And almost wished he couldn't.

"Oh @#%$."

The grenade tumbled down just as he was about to reach the junction. His eyes went wide, he skidded as he turned and dove away, the explosion licking his lower legs.

Morgan slowly returned to his feet, shaking his head. That thing had done a bit of a number on his ears, but he returned to the task at hand, leaping over the smouldering fresh hole in the vent, following the scent trail Marcus had left.

[Marcus QDunn]

:: He had used the cover of the explosion to stop. The echoes were riinging in his ears and his eyes were now dazzled - not that vision mattered, the conduits were darker than the Void. Vision was frankly useless.

His ears cleared and they began to really adjust as his other senses compensated for the lack of light. His race partially lived undergruond to get away from the extreme heat of his home, thence they had adapted to occasional complete darness. The Jedi Master's tense of touch really sharpened as he used a hand to keep his location. Directional sense also came to the fore. He tasted the air,then beagn to move stealthily down the corridor again, in the direction of the training building ::

[Morgan Evanar]

Sniff sniff sniiiffffff snif.

The tunnel was as dark as pitch, but it didn't matter much, the trail of smell that QDunn had left coupled with a hand on the wall made for pretty easy going. Morgan wished that grenade hadn't been so bloody loud so he could hear Marcus moving.

It had become a steathly pursuit: both parties were moving along very quietly. Morgan still didn't have a clue as to the purpose, but it was pretty clear he was meant to follow the Jedi Master.

[Marcus QDunn]

His feet moved carefully, but still with some certainty in the darkness. He could hear the small echoes of sound he couldn't stop and also his own breathing - normally unhearable, but in the silence of the ducts, loud.

A breath of a breeze on his face told him he was at a fork in the ducts. Knowing he needed to go left and up, he slid carefully to one side of the wall, put a hand out as a guide.

Abruptly he turned, raised his un and fired behind him, where the smallest noise gave him a warning. The gunfire blasted his eardrums, the bursts of light strained eyes now accoustomed to darkness. Q'Dunn began to run again, nearly tripping as the floor began to unexpectantly ramp up ::

[Morgan Evanar]

Abrubtly, Morgan froze. A mere half second later, an explosive round detonated a meter away, and the world lit up like any major NR world on Independence Day. He blinked to clear the white after-image as QDunn's trail continued.

"Frell." Morgan murmured quietly. It would take that much longer now to have his hearing again at full effectiveness. Even so, he could still hear the running steps, and pursued them.

His sense of smell led him up the correct way, and if that wasn't enough, he was greeted by a pair of explosive slugs as he rounded the corner. Morgan nimbly lept backwards, dove forward around the corner again, and let three rounds off. One resulted in a very satisfactory "-DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR-E!" followed by the sound of a gun dropped, with more running right after.

[Force Master Hunter]

OOC : Cant beo bother changing id right now...


IC : *&^*@!!! He wrung his hand as he ran, cursing softly. That had hurt. He used his other hand to pull some thing out of his pocket. He slid to a stop, pulled off a backing paper, then placed the object onto the wall. His fingers found the activate button, pressed it, then ran again, but this time using the Force to speed up his motions.

Nearly at the centre now..... as an explosion rang out, he dived to the ground. The force of air being moved tumbled him somewhat, he grabbed onto an opening, to wait out the sudden hurricane of air in the tunnels.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan tumble-flew over QDunn, and began to skid further down the ventilation system until he dug his claws into a seam in the metalwork.

The world seemingly had decided to end itself in a big, violent explosion. He had been chasing Marcus when a very deep rumbled sounded, and the air displaced from the blast had tossed him off of his feet.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DROKKIN' MIND??!?!" Morgan screamed over the howling torrent of air.

[Marcus QDunn]

" Damn right I've lost my mind! Come get me.... if you can!!"

The Jedi Master stamps down once, draws out hios remaining rail gun and fires down into the training rooms that are below, before speaking to the occupants below...

"WORDS. Just words and nothing more. I have heard Jedi talk like you have and they amount to nothing. Even the Sith know what you speak of and can mouth the same platitudes. Words are empty shells unless you fill them with your actions!"

The hall is filled with the sounds of gunfire, the floor laced with projectiles, spliters fly everywhere. The local area is filled with smoke, the noise echoes and pounds....

And somewhere in that smoke, a Jedi Master's feet hit the floor with a muffled thump.::


Continues here.....

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