Khal This

Khal nodded to Darkfire with a concerned brow. He was getting a bad vibe from being there. Everyone knew something was up. He watched the men take their leave and then headed back up into the ship. Sitting back in the pilots seat, he leaned back and crossed his arms as usual. "This isnt right. I dont like this one bit." "I would have to agree with you, sir" The half Mandalorian waited as he was instructed.

As Aryian spoke, Khal’s brow narrowed slowly after each word. He listened to him carefully, thinking and debating about what he was getting himself into. It sounded like war was coming. With war comes death and loss. The two things Khal knew to very well. When the Jedi Master finished explaining the situation, Khal grabbed the bottle of Correlian Ale and gulped it down. That was until he spat it out from the small prick of a needle piercing his leg. “What the hell!?”, Khal yelled in shock. It wasn’t as if the slight pain was what shot him off, but the fact a man he had barely just met had took some of his blood. He rubbed his leg rapidly, giving Aryian a dirty look. Once he heard the explanation he shrugged it off, but still, he was in little awe of what had just happened. Back to the situation at hand, Khal pushed back into his chair and began to ponder more on what Aryian spoke of. Khal wasn’t afraid to die, especially with the “insurance” Aryian had placed on him, but he was afraid of not being the same after being cloned. So that settled it; Khal chose he wasn’t going to die. And he didn’t mean by; he would run away. This Sith bastard devastated the planet he grew up on. Even if it was the Upper Levels. He remembered hearing about it on the holonet and how it was covered up so quickly by CorSec. “Alright look, I’ll help your cause free of charge from here on out. Under one condition though; you watch my back, and I’ll watch yours. I have had a couple of engagements with Sith Spit down in the lower levels and I’m pretty handy with a blaster and as a pilot. I help you in catching this criminal; you tell me why I see things before they…” At that moment Khal’s head tingled. It was as if a thought popped into his head that he couldn’t remember that thought. A second later, ships marked with CorSec symbols jumped out of hyperspace. The gunslinger clinched his fist. He felt uneasy about this, but Aryian pointed out that they were the men they were waiting for. Following the Jedi’s orders, he followed the ships but kept his distance. When the transmission echoes through his ship, he glanced over at Aryian with a brow raised. ”Sir, I don’t think this is the smartest thing you have attempted. “Save it B34K-3R.” Khal slowly brought the ship into the docking bay and placed the ship on lock down. “B34K-3R, keep the ship secured until we return.” He got up and prepared his gear, whilst punching a few commands into his wrist comm. He then placed his coat on and turned to Aryian. “Your lead, Jedi.”

Jumping out of Hyperspace, The Obisidan Owl came to a complete stop. Khal placed the ship in idle and finished off the rest of his brew. "Well we're here. Now what? We wait?" Khal leaned back and crossed his arms while staring off into the black abyss.

Khal let out a chuckle as he began to type in the coordinates to Kuat. "Only half of me is offended by that statement." Khal could always take a joke. He took the controls and pulled out a bottle of Rodian Whiskey, and took a sip, then handed it over to Aryian. The ship lifted off and jumped into hyper space. ----------------------------- ((OOC: Let me know if you rather me edit this if you want to wait for Azhani. Also PM with what the plan is.))

Khal crossed his arms and leaned back against the ships ramp rail, pondering on the offer. He lit another cig and inhaled a couple of puffs, focusing on his feet while he thought it all out. With CorSec on his tail, it would probably best to get out of the systems grid. He already had enough credits to last him a couple of months but it wouldnt of hurt to earn some more. "Alright old man, you got yourself a deal. Meet me in the cock-pit of the ship after you have collected what you need while I warm her up. I'd would also like to know a little bit more details about where we are going." Khal threw up his hand as he headed up the ramp. He entered the cockpit and began working the controls while he waited for the Jedi.

Khal pushed off the wall and put his cigarette out on the ship, as he saw the silvered hair man approach. A tingling feeling ran up his spine when the man stepped closer, but Khal brushed it off. He knew it was time to handle business. "Yeah and I expect double the payment for it now. I risked a lot getting it here.", he raised his wrist to his mouth, "Ok B34K-3R, bring down." A platformed lowered, holding the cargo crate. Khal lead Aryian over to it and crossed his arms. "What is in it anyways? Why do low Coruscant scum want it?"

The Obsidian Owl flew out of Coruscant’s atmosphere and into the planets orbital range. There it remained idle. Thousands of ships, coming and going, flew around Coruscant. It was the central point planet of the galaxy. Khal flipped a few switches and pulled the datapad that was contained in his coat pocket. Reading it over a few times, he let out a sigh. “B34K-3R, take us towards the Eternal Vengeance. I’ve put the co-ordinates in.” “Yes, sir.” The ship jetted through the labyrinth of other ships. When it finally arrived to The Eternal Vengeance, B34K-3R placed the ship at a halt. Khal then again, punched a few keys, and leaned forward over the comm. “This is Khalthis Torg, captain of The Obsidian Owl; requesting clearance for docking. I have a cargo delivery for a…”, he paused as he looked down at the datapad, “Aryian Darkfire.” He released his finger from the button and leaned back crossing his arms. A few moments went by of silence. “I don’t think anyone is home, sir.” Khal ignored the ships CPU, until suddenly a voice came over the comm. “Clearance granted, Khalthis Torg. You have permission to dock.” “Alright, lets deliver, get paid, and move onto the next job.”, he said as he brought the ship into the hangar bay. After landing his ship, he removed himself from the cockpit and headed down the ship’s ramp. Looking around, he couldn’t help but get a weird chill down his spine. The thought of Jedi had always made him feel uneasy. He always knew when one was in the Last Call. Sometimes even on a higher or lower level of Coruscant. He hailed down one of the dock workers in the hangar. “Will you please notify a ‘Master Darkfire’ that his crate is here for delivery?” He then leaned against the ships ramp’s bar and began to light up a cigarette, and waited.

Khalthis' CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Khalthis Torg A.K.A: Khal Homeworld: Unknown Species: Mandalorian/Human Physical Description Age: 24 Height: 6’ Weight: 180 lbs, muscular broad built Hair: Black, short, medium side burns, usually has a 5 o’clock shadow Eyes: Green Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Brown Trench Coat, Cortosis Chest Plate Armor and wrist gauntlets, Black pants and boots, Pistol Holsters Weapon: Two Bryar Pistols Common Inventory: Bacta Tanks, Grapple extensions for pistols, communicator-com and hacking device installed into gauntlet with ship controls, Ammo Cartridges Faction Information Force Sensitive Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Neutral Current Faction Rank: None History: Force Side: None Trained by: None Trained who: None Known Skills: Force senses are higher than most without training Background: With dead parents and no one to take care of him, Khalthis wondered the lower levels of Coruscant; practically raising himself until he was old enough to aim a blaster. His unknown connection to the force enhanced his senses, giving him the ability to naturally dodge mediocre gun wielders and snipers. This connection also made him an expert marksman and hand to hand combatant. Throughout his life, he fought and killed his way to the upper levels. When he had finally reached the top, he took up the role as a smuggler. Ship Registration Name: The Obsidian Owl Class: Light Frieghter Model: YT-1930 Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Crop Length: 36.8 meters Armaments: Enhanced Laser Canons Armor: Enhanced Shields Anti-Personnel Defenses: None Appearance: Black and grey Modifications: Hyperdrive has been enhanced for quick get-aways from authorities, a turret has been installed on top and center of the ship