<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Laborer<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Therion would feel the grip of it as he would crouch behind the durasteel table as he looked to the meter on the side of the blaster telling him it had a fully charged powerpack giving it dozen of shots.  The breathing exercise did not help as that familiar voice would whisper to him as it told him all the things hew already knew, the knowledge he struggled to push from his mind.  Power was something that was greater than all challenges or opposition in your way when you had enough of it.<em>Through power I gain victory.</em>It rattled somewhere between his ears as he rose enough to look over the table.  Blaster fire did not come from the other side as he saw the backs of the approaching pirates as he would turn towards where the initial altercation had occurred.  The wookiee was still down and the captain of course would never move again but the other pirates were turning to run away.  His grip on his blaster was still tight as he would raise it on one of the targets streaking quickly in front of him.  It would be an easy shot to make that would put on in the side of the rodian's head, his species were not resilient to blaster fire and it would puncture without a doubt.<br/><br/>His finger almost squeezed the trigger but he did not as he resisted the urge.  Instead he would press the selector button on the side and fire a stun round at his feet as the blue splashed off the duracrete surface.  It picked up the green skinned man's pace but he didn't fire back as Therion's brown eyes would survey what was behind him now.  The blaster lowered as it would be holstered in time but for now he was trying to figure out if it was time to slip away or there was any other reason to remain nearby.  "All threats seem to be dispersed."  He stated firmly as the blaster went back in the holster as he felt the dark grip on him begin to loosen itself, there was nothing for it to feed on any longer as he took slow and even breaths to calm himself even more.