Guardian of the Force's Story

In the shadows of the undermarket a masked figure watched the entire event. Following the men it was on a feeling but this was a force user he could sense it. And when Norill used his abilities on the man his suspicion was confirmed. The figure would drop down from a rooftop landing directly infront of Norill as he went to exit the alley way.

"Forceuser, explain yourself." The figure stated. If Norill could get a good look at Guardian he would see that the man wore the attire of a temple guard.

Norill's gait came to a sudden halt when he was intercepted by the masked man in the alley. His regalia was strikingly similar to the temple guard's belonging to the Jedi Order, but that didn't make sense. Why would a single guard be so far away from the Council headquarters? He didn't plan on sticking around to find out.

"Sorry, I've stuck around for too long already." he responded.

With a faint flick of the wrist Norill called upon the Force once more, using it to hurl two garbage bins in the man's direction with enough force to knock him off his feet. This would hopefully provide enough distraction for him to leap up and away from his confronter, landing on the roof of the nearest building so he could make his escape.

Guardian was merely waiting for an explanation he was hoping the man might have been a jedi on a mission. Though quickly he realized not the case astow garbage bins were tossed in his direction. He leaped upward guided by the force over the bins. As he lept he saw the force user about to land on the roof of a nearby building. Reaching outward with a hand midair he used the force in an attempt to pull the man just as he was about to land.

If that was successful he would hopefully pull the man back toward the ground. It was a bit violent but clearly this was no jedi, or if he had been he wasn't anymore. Guardian himself would land hard in a crouch on the alleyway. He had yet to make a move for his saber pike. He hoped it wouldn't be needed, sabers drew too much attention.

Norill hadn't even made it to his second stride when he was seized by the guardian's telekinetic grasp. Turning to face his pursuer, he extended one hand to project his own dose of telekinesis. This would manifest itself as a concussive force that pushed against the guardian and the brick wall behind him, which he used to resist the pull and restrict his movement.

"What is a temple Guardian doing here?" he inquired.

Fenrias Halvard leaned against the entrance to a darkened alley. He watched the happenings of the Undermarket with keen eyes from the shadows as he searched for a potential mark or client.

Remy "Gambit" LeBeau straightened his coat as he noticed several suspicious patrons entering the market. This place had sure become popular since it was confirmed to have existed... damn those pesky news reporters! Wing City had always been a place of change, but... his precious respite!

Finishing up his transaction with the final vendor he'd come here to see, Gambit then began to make his way back towards his age-old home.