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randomplaces2006-12-08 05:55 am
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DK Verse--
The shadow passed, as the gaudy bright light of Coruscant was dimmed slightly when a vessel secretly and stealthily landed. What was more important, was who was piloting the thing. The capital city, the crown jewel of the Republic hadn't changed in the years since he had been here last.
When he last saw the daylight of this City. Before he was born into who he was now. A better man, for all intents and purposes. At least he had a purpose. And this purpose was ridding the galaxy of the criminal. Yes, it was a rather big, daunting, and altogether impossible task. But he did it anyway.
Who else would?
But he had promises to keep, something he had broken a long time ago. The ship was nestled secretly somewhere in the bowels of the city, whilst the dark figure that he had become dashed from walkway to rooftop to balcony to lift to stair, remembering the old steps he used to take. Believe it or not, he did this for fun once when he was young, mostly just to hear the cries of his old master at 'you're gonna fall, and it'll take you forever to fall!' Which made him curious to what was just below there. He wasn't that deep right now, but deep enough to be away from the bright, comfortable upper levels. The seedy streets, they were. Dark, dank, and full of nasty people. However his reputation preceded him, and people knew that the Dark Knight had come Home. So they themselves stayed home that night.
The tiny low level apartment was even dirtier and poorer than he last imagined. But she was here. She had to be. He had gotten through the window rather easily, dropping to the floor with barely a 'plip,' his long ,heavy cape swishing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the dark.
His voice croaked a little from lack of use when he finally said her name.
"Pru?"
When he last saw the daylight of this City. Before he was born into who he was now. A better man, for all intents and purposes. At least he had a purpose. And this purpose was ridding the galaxy of the criminal. Yes, it was a rather big, daunting, and altogether impossible task. But he did it anyway.
Who else would?
But he had promises to keep, something he had broken a long time ago. The ship was nestled secretly somewhere in the bowels of the city, whilst the dark figure that he had become dashed from walkway to rooftop to balcony to lift to stair, remembering the old steps he used to take. Believe it or not, he did this for fun once when he was young, mostly just to hear the cries of his old master at 'you're gonna fall, and it'll take you forever to fall!' Which made him curious to what was just below there. He wasn't that deep right now, but deep enough to be away from the bright, comfortable upper levels. The seedy streets, they were. Dark, dank, and full of nasty people. However his reputation preceded him, and people knew that the Dark Knight had come Home. So they themselves stayed home that night.
The tiny low level apartment was even dirtier and poorer than he last imagined. But she was here. She had to be. He had gotten through the window rather easily, dropping to the floor with barely a 'plip,' his long ,heavy cape swishing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the dark.
His voice croaked a little from lack of use when he finally said her name.
"Pru?"
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"What the @#$%@ are you??" she hissed.
"Looking for information," said Pru conversationally, her proper accent unruffled by the exercize she'd just taken part in, though her face was pale and her breathing a little rapid.
"Tough!" Harley kicked up and caught her around the neck with her legs, then gave her head a twist and pushed away, expecting that she'd won that part of the fight. She smirked and turned toward the blond Jedi as he scrambled free of the debres, then yelped as a low growl showed her the error of her assumption.
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"Oh, nice tricks. You have the force-signature of a tiny padawan, hah! You are no match against me." His eyes flashed red as he tapped into the dark side, and he took out a red saber. He smirked before he engaged Bruce.
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That done, the sith discovered that he was being stalked by the horror that he couldn't even sense.
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"I'm surprised you haven't turned Sith y'self," he sniggered as he pushed his lightsaber against Bruce's.
"I think they have poor taste in acolytes," he grunted as he pushed his back, seeing a satisfying scowl on the other man's face. He saw Pru, and smirked.
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"He's perfectly capable of fighting on his own," said Pru softly. "But he doesn't have to."
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"Go 'head. Finish me." He spat bitterly. "Done in by some washed-up padawan punk with delusions of grandeur and his pet. Is that why you're this famous dark avenger? 'Cause you didn't have what it took to be a normal jedi?"
"Power isn't everything," The blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "Now talk. Who sent you?"
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Pru cocked her head and looked at him from where she knelt gracefully to one side, then turned to watch the Jedi stagger out of the rubble.
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"If you don't tell me who sent you, I will turn you over to the authorities. You know how paranoid they are about...your kind."
"My master will do worse to me than whatever they could possibly do. It'd be...heh, it'd be a vacation. You might as well kill me, here and now."
"That'd be the easy way out." Bruce grabbed his collar, and lifted him up, saber point still at his throat. Suddenly there was a beeping sound from somewhere on his person. It got louder and shriller, and faster.
"Oh...no. Pru, duck!" He kicked the man as far away as he could, and threw himself at Pru, to shield her. The Sith laughed, and was still laughing when he exploded.