<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>  Day-145/3BBY - Approach to Smuggler's Run &gt; Open Market<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain, Shaa</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The situation hadn't gone as any of them planned. Perhaps too much force had been a bad thing, but such was the Force. Even in order, there was chaos to be found. And chaos sure was fun. The Captain denied his usage of his psychometry, calling it a "force trick". That was both lucky and unlucky for him. Sure, Tyron didn't know what he'd done; but by refusing, he knew for a fact he did <em>something</em>. The man quickly tried to leave, subtly using the threat of still shooting the wookiee as a shield during his attempted exit. Her chains clanked, and something inside the woman snapped. He sensed rage. Pure rage wrapped in sadness.<br/><br/> It wrenched at his heart before it exploded and the wookiee attacked the Captain. She choked the life clean from him, even ignoring a few electric rounds and a live blaster shot to the gut to make sure the job was done. As the man's body fell to the ground, his slave turned killer fell with him. Tyron could feel her life weakening; her presence in the Force ebbing to nothingness. He'd only been focusing on Yib for a moment or two, and then the shots started to ring out. Tyron was already in combat mode, and before he even thought about it, his hands were clearing his twin LL-30's from their holsters. His right gun flared, followed by his left.<br/><br/> Both were accompanied with cries of pain as burn holes appeared in one pirate's hand and another's shoulder. True the injuries were gruesome, but gruesome was the end of it. Both men would live, although a career change could be in order. After bullseyeing the goons, he dashed to the Wookiee's side and slid to his knees next to her. In one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms, then activated his jetpack, boosting backward through the air and landing behind a hovertruck. "You've got guts, lady. Just hold on, we're gonna get you fixed up, get you outta here. Oh, and this is probably gonna hurt, but I promise it'll feel better soon."<br/><br/> One of the things he carried with him was a medkit. It had practically everything you needed to field dress a wound, which was all they could hope for at the moment. Opening up the kit, he took a second to stand and fire a few rounds off at the pirates, just to make them think twice before ducking back down and picking up the hypospray. A wave of his hand hopefully calmed her enough with the Force that she didn't start thrashing around. <br/><br/>He popped in a capsule with clear liquid and injected her in the arm. The concoction was half painkiller, half antibiotic that began to keep the rest of her body stable. Then he took out the sonic scalpel and quickly, but carefully cut away as much of the charred fur and burnt flesh he could. The wound didn't look great, but wookiees were tough SOB's and it hadn't penetrated that deep. She'd live if he got done with his "surgery" quickly. The last thing to do was snap another capsule into the hyposray. This one was light blue, thick, and gooey. "All done," he'd grunt with satisfaction as the spray injected the goop directly into her wound. The blue compound started to fizzle and bubble, but that just meant the bacta was starting to work.<br/><br/> In a few hours, maybe a day or so, she'd have a patch of furless skin, but it wouldn't even leave a scar. Smiling under the mask, he pressed an adhesive pad to her wound and let it seal closed. "Leave it alone, and you'll feel better. I promise. Now excuse me, I've got something to finish helping with." Standing up, he vaulted the hovertruck and started blasting, slowly walking forward as he did and dodging any stray blasts sent his way.<br/><br/> Either the pirates would break and run, or they'd stay and fight. Either was was fine with him, he just didn't know why they'd keep this up when their Captain was dead. One of them could easily take his spot. "Just goes to show pirates must not be too smart," he shouted over the blaster fire. "Whoever took over from the last Captain could go about their business, and we won't put you out of it. But you keep goin' down this road, it gets bad for you. Trust me!" To prove his point, a red blaster bolt lanced out and shattered a bit of duracrete only inches from ones face. "What'll it be?!" When the reinforcements arrived, he crouched under a bolt going for his head, then fired back, kneecaping the offender. "Well?!"<br/><br/></span><br/>