<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 merely watch the back and forth and new voices entering the discussion.  The entire feeling that ebbed from it was tension from the feelings that radiated through the air.  This pirate group was not known for their shrewd business skills and it was beginning to show as he would see his threat albeit a bit too harsh only seemed to raise the temperature of the interaction.  It was a good thing that there were others like himself who had come to help AJ in his estimation as he felt the fever pitch of something white hot through the force but only once Yig latched onto the captain did it make it's source completely obvious.  Her own anger and vengeance seemed to echo throughout the area as it almost seared at his senses that had extended out.  Blaster fire erupted as his body reacted into muscle memory as the blaster pistol was pulled free.  The first red bolt that sizzled through the air made him flick the selector into burn out of reflex, once someone was firing red bolts it meant it could become life or death.<br/><br/>Unlike most Therion was more consumed with trying to extend himself outward as he knew there were likely other pirates coming and with what they saw they would not ask questions.  Between the four that remained they could handle it without him but if more came in unabated it would quickly swing the other way.  He could just slip away as it wasn't his fight and he wasn't getting paid for it.  His brown eyes would turn out into the crowd as he felt for the danger that surrounded not only him but the others.  The blaster would raise as the first to come from around a merchant's stall would take a red bolt in the leg spinning him down and to the ground.  It all came rushing back much to his chagrin as he would fight the way to aim for center mass, to make clean kills, brutal but efficient.<br/><br/>Taking a breath he would try to slow his heart that had begun to thrum at a much higher rate.  The dark side could be felt calling him to lose control, to give in to anger but he resisted.  Moving to a table he would throw his hand out as it's durasteel form was flung over and he crouched behind it.  "We have reinforcements, keep your eyes open."  Therion would watch the others as he did his best to support them by keeping the advancing pirates pinned down or at least from progressing so quickly toward them.<br/><br/>