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Praxis shrugs at Noss's jab. "Not a problem anymore." he declares.
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"Spice. Do it." Praxis answers. "We have somewhere else to go before we can go, which brings me back to your speeder..."
"It seems to be true." Praxis answers the man's accusation. "I'm the kind of person who will take my frustrations out on others, and time's wasting, so let's just get this done with."
"Well... At first I just wanted your speeder." Praxis begins. "But I am also interested in this plague. Have you made a cure?"
"Jedi?" Praxis growls. "Do I look like a Jedi to you?" While he's got his lightsaber blade at the neck of the CSA agent, Praxis fires a shot at the speeder engine of one of the swoop gangers.
Praxis hops onto the back of the landspeeder, drawing his heavy blaster in one hand and lightsaber in the other. With a casual calm from years of murder, he blasts the leader of the swoop gang in the head.
As Force Haze drops, he sneers and ignites his lightsaber. The black metal casing thrums and sputters, emitting a crackling red blade with black specks of static. "The only thing you'll do is die." Praxis menaces. The lightsaber tip is scant inches from the driver's neck. "You stay here. I want you alive." he orders the CSA.
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Let's go. Praxis sends back, dropping to street level and shielding both him and Taras with the force.
Praxis will look down at Taras and gesture towards the swoop gang and indicate the number of possible threats.
"We should be able to stick together." Praxis says. "Lets... Go get us something to ride in." He will go down the alley a ways before ascending to the rooftops where he would be unseen. From there he would keep an eye out for two things: a speeder, and a CSA building. -Posted with Wayfinder
Praxis will tilt his head (and montrals) towards the Nikto as an encouragement for Taras to follow.
When Taras looks back, Praxis has disappeared, though not necessarily if he tries particularly hard to find him.
"We just need to find a CSA station... I can slip in and get what I need." Praxis says. "I can even secure anything else that might be of interest that way."
"I might need to pay one of their stations a visit." Praxis muses. "They have to have something that can help." -Posted with Wayfinder
Praxis will scowl. "Sithspit." he grumbles. "If that slimy... " he puts a lid on his rage, saving it for when he'll need to use it to sustain himself if it turns out he was set up to die. "I'll do my job. Don't worry about that. I'm just... motivated to do it faster."
Praxis shakes his head now that they're alone. "Pretty sure it's the plague." he says. "But I'm not about to give that Bantha sniffer the satisfaction." He gestures in the vague direction of the ship. "Should have suspected something after the first few hours. I take it you all have been inoculated, huh?"
"Got any water?" Praxis asks, returning the bartender's glare. "Your atmospheres far drier than my home world." If given an affirmative, Praxis will toss him some creds and focus on suppressing the cough. Im betting they all took innoculations already. They better give me the cure... Or I will take them all down with me. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Good. I'm starting to hate this planet." Praxis mutters.
"Finally, something to do." -Posted with Wayfinder
"I hope he hurries." Praxis replies. "I don't like this planet's atmosphere."
Praxis nods, irritated that they're spending ANOTHER night just waiting. Still, there was progress so he doesn't give anyone trouble. He'll rest up the night in a trance.
"Well, maybe he's dead?" Praxis asks as they stare at the comm panel yet again.
"We should find somewhere to set down." Praxis suggests, squinting out the cockpit. "Busy here. Makes me on edge." -Posted with Wayfinder
Praxis relaxes once they're back in the ship, his concentration mostly spent on keeping them out of sight. He coughs, clearing his lungs. "I already hate this planet. Let's be done with this and move on."
Praxis nods, concentrating. "Yeah. Regroup." he says, clearing his throat. -Posted with Wayfinder
Praxis nods, maintaining their force stealth. -Posted with Wayfinder
"When they separate, we should snag one for more detailed answers." praxis suggests quietly, stifling a cough. -Posted with Wayfinder
Praxis will close his eyes for a second, and conceals his party with the power of the force.
vs. Will defense of anyone in LoS. If it isn't enough to beat someone's will, only they can see through it.
Praxis will file out of the ship quietly, letting the bounty hunter take the lead.
"Its possible they took an unexpected path." Praxis brings up the rare possibility that they were outsmarted. -Posted with Wayfinder
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Praxis will look up from their sensors, glancing at his comrades. "Single ship, not much to worry about." he reports. -Posted with Wayfinder
"I can take second shift while you rest." Praxis says, rubbing his eyes. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Got it." Praxis acknowledges. Turning to the ship sensors. -Posted with Wayfinder
As the group gets into the ship, Praxis will ask. "So, we're looking for the Hutt now?" he asks. "He got anyone with him?"
Praxis will tilt his head as Taras comes into view, then straightens it as he leaves. "Hmm..." Praxis murmurs. "Seems I might be able to learn a thing or two from them." The Togruta resumes his monitoring, being mindful of the Hutt he's supposed to kill.
Praxis will change positions several times while waiting. After a while, he gets a little bored and starts playing a little game guessing who comes out of the ship first. He begins to meditate unintentionally, visualizing the next target.
Since Noss seemed to expect him to keep watch, Praxis remains hidden, keeping an eye out for anyone coming up while they're inside.
Praxis will hang back from the rest of the group, watching them with a predatory interest. If I were looking to stalk them, where would I... he thinks, checking the notable hiding spots for potential ambushers.
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