Post by Grandpa on Nov 5, 2007 19:57:38 GMT -5
Grandpa, as they had called him so many years ago, exited his ship onto the streets of Coruscant. He was on his way to the Jedi Temple, to find and ally with the Jedi. His ship ran out of juice before he got to the actual temple, so he landed, rather harshly, on the street.
He flung a black and red cloak over his broad shoulders and started down the street. It wasn't long before the typical street scum popped out. Grandpa sighed.
"Gentlemen." He said to them in a clear, heavy voice, nodding as he did so.
"Shut up old man!" One spat. The apparent leader smacked his friend in the back of the head.
"Now now, we don't want to sound like the other simple thugs around here. While thugs, we like to maintain a certain amount of dignity. Now, if you will be kind enough to empty your pockets, and surrender any money." The thug, or rather, boy, commanded. His tone was smooth, he obviously grew up well educated and disiplined.
"Naw." Grandpa said with a flick of his wrist, waving them off. He turned and walked the other way.
"Hey! Don't you walk away from us!" It was one of the underlings. He began to run twords Grandpa when the leader put his hand on his commrads chest. He proceded to pull out a blaster.
"Please, I don't want to have to do this. We need cash, so just hand it over." He said in his smooth voice.
"Pfff." Grandpa lifted his hand, gesturing a curse. That seemed to tick the kid off as he pulled the trigger.
Grandpa's cloak flew off, the blaster shooting right through it. As the cloak fell, Grandpa was nowhere to be seen. The thugs looked around, all except the leader. Each pulled out a blaster, prepared for any attack. Nothing came. The leader looked around with sharp eyes. He quickly lifted his blaster, shooting rapidly.
Suddenly, Grandpa's green blade came alive, blocking the shots.
~Kids got some skills. He must be able to sense me.~ Grandpa thought to himself. Turns out he was right. Kid must of been a Jedi runnaway. Grandpa used force speed, rushing the kid and takling him. During the takle, Grandpa removed a thin metal stick. The kid's lightsaber. Grandpa ignited it, quickly dispercing the other thugs.
"What's a kid like you doing with a toy like this, eh?" Grandpa asked, moving the saber around in his hand. It was yellow, the basic color of a Jedi sentinal. "Dangerous, cut your hand right off if you don't know how to use the force."
The boy got suddenly angry. "Shut up!" he shouted, obviously a touchy subject. Grandpa decided to push it.
"What'd you do? Kill a Jedi youngling? Not like you could have done much else to get one of these." Grandpa mocked the boy.
Grumbling under his breath he charged twords Grandpa, who sent a swift upper cut to his stomach.
"Can you use it?" He asked, handing the saber back to the kid. He quickly ignited it, slashing at Grandpa.
Grandpa dodged, evading and weaving in and out of the attacks. The boy was being reckless.
"You're going to hurt yourself. Think about your moves, place them properly. Come on! I was better at birth!" He said to him.
The boy continued to slash wildly. Grandpa sent a quick kick to the boy's jaw. He crinkled in pain.
"What kind of Jedi are you? Jedi don't provoke their students, or kick em in the face." The boy was obviously stunned.
"So ye know something about being a Jedi, do ya? Hm. I've not been a Jedi for near fifty years. Or has it been fifty three? None the matter. What's your story?" Grandpa asked.
"Ran away. Just couldn't stand the things we had to do. Of course, I'd take it back if I could, but I ain't got it in me to even look at the Jedi I left." He sounded completly disapointed in himself, almost to the point where Grandpa felt sorry for him... almost.
"Come with me. I'm going to the Temple. Give em a half ass appology and they'll accept you quick enough. Now lets go. Oh, and you owe me a new cloak. Shooting holes in my good one. Punk." Grandpa grabed the kid's shirt and pulled him up. "Lets go quickly, I don't feel like standing around here."
Dragging some random kid along with him, Grandpa started again for the Jedi Temple.
(ooc: kinda long, but I've not rp'ed in awhile, so it's nice to come up with something, even if it is half assed.)
He flung a black and red cloak over his broad shoulders and started down the street. It wasn't long before the typical street scum popped out. Grandpa sighed.
"Gentlemen." He said to them in a clear, heavy voice, nodding as he did so.
"Shut up old man!" One spat. The apparent leader smacked his friend in the back of the head.
"Now now, we don't want to sound like the other simple thugs around here. While thugs, we like to maintain a certain amount of dignity. Now, if you will be kind enough to empty your pockets, and surrender any money." The thug, or rather, boy, commanded. His tone was smooth, he obviously grew up well educated and disiplined.
"Naw." Grandpa said with a flick of his wrist, waving them off. He turned and walked the other way.
"Hey! Don't you walk away from us!" It was one of the underlings. He began to run twords Grandpa when the leader put his hand on his commrads chest. He proceded to pull out a blaster.
"Please, I don't want to have to do this. We need cash, so just hand it over." He said in his smooth voice.
"Pfff." Grandpa lifted his hand, gesturing a curse. That seemed to tick the kid off as he pulled the trigger.
Grandpa's cloak flew off, the blaster shooting right through it. As the cloak fell, Grandpa was nowhere to be seen. The thugs looked around, all except the leader. Each pulled out a blaster, prepared for any attack. Nothing came. The leader looked around with sharp eyes. He quickly lifted his blaster, shooting rapidly.
Suddenly, Grandpa's green blade came alive, blocking the shots.
~Kids got some skills. He must be able to sense me.~ Grandpa thought to himself. Turns out he was right. Kid must of been a Jedi runnaway. Grandpa used force speed, rushing the kid and takling him. During the takle, Grandpa removed a thin metal stick. The kid's lightsaber. Grandpa ignited it, quickly dispercing the other thugs.
"What's a kid like you doing with a toy like this, eh?" Grandpa asked, moving the saber around in his hand. It was yellow, the basic color of a Jedi sentinal. "Dangerous, cut your hand right off if you don't know how to use the force."
The boy got suddenly angry. "Shut up!" he shouted, obviously a touchy subject. Grandpa decided to push it.
"What'd you do? Kill a Jedi youngling? Not like you could have done much else to get one of these." Grandpa mocked the boy.
Grumbling under his breath he charged twords Grandpa, who sent a swift upper cut to his stomach.
"Can you use it?" He asked, handing the saber back to the kid. He quickly ignited it, slashing at Grandpa.
Grandpa dodged, evading and weaving in and out of the attacks. The boy was being reckless.
"You're going to hurt yourself. Think about your moves, place them properly. Come on! I was better at birth!" He said to him.
The boy continued to slash wildly. Grandpa sent a quick kick to the boy's jaw. He crinkled in pain.
"What kind of Jedi are you? Jedi don't provoke their students, or kick em in the face." The boy was obviously stunned.
"So ye know something about being a Jedi, do ya? Hm. I've not been a Jedi for near fifty years. Or has it been fifty three? None the matter. What's your story?" Grandpa asked.
"Ran away. Just couldn't stand the things we had to do. Of course, I'd take it back if I could, but I ain't got it in me to even look at the Jedi I left." He sounded completly disapointed in himself, almost to the point where Grandpa felt sorry for him... almost.
"Come with me. I'm going to the Temple. Give em a half ass appology and they'll accept you quick enough. Now lets go. Oh, and you owe me a new cloak. Shooting holes in my good one. Punk." Grandpa grabed the kid's shirt and pulled him up. "Lets go quickly, I don't feel like standing around here."
Dragging some random kid along with him, Grandpa started again for the Jedi Temple.
(ooc: kinda long, but I've not rp'ed in awhile, so it's nice to come up with something, even if it is half assed.)
