Log; Ongoing
WHO: Galen and Guy
WHERE: A warehouse in the bad part of town
WHEN: Late Sunday Night
WARNINGS: Violence at the beginning, but nothing too awful
SUMMARY: Galen is getting more and more into this vigilante thing and wants a contact on the police force.
FORMAT: para to start, anything goes after that
It hadn't taken him long to realize this is where the drugs were coming from. At least, where they got distributed into the city once they came off the ships. He was getting better at meditating on the Force to see things beyond his scope and that meditation had lead him here. The guards were heavily armed and thought they were being inconspicuous but they weren't. At least not to someone like Galen.
He looked around for something to start things with and grinned when he saw one of their distribution trucks sitting outside. Reaching out with the Force he picked it up and threw it into the warehouse, smashing through the outer wall and tumbling into the building. Thumbing his lightsaber on, he leapt down from his perch and charged at the building...
...it was over a short time later. Even in the City, hired thugs with guns weren't a match for a Jedi like Galen. Only a few had died, the more vicious and violent guards, and only one or two lost a limb to his lightsaber. The rest were knocked unconscious before Galen tied them up. He had found plastic bands called Zip Ties at a hardware store that worked wonders.
Now all that was left was to call the police and see who showed up.
"Hello, Police?" he said, speaking into the cellphone he had taken off one of the guards. "I'd like to report a crime..."
WHERE: A warehouse in the bad part of town
WHEN: Late Sunday Night
WARNINGS: Violence at the beginning, but nothing too awful
SUMMARY: Galen is getting more and more into this vigilante thing and wants a contact on the police force.
FORMAT: para to start, anything goes after that
It hadn't taken him long to realize this is where the drugs were coming from. At least, where they got distributed into the city once they came off the ships. He was getting better at meditating on the Force to see things beyond his scope and that meditation had lead him here. The guards were heavily armed and thought they were being inconspicuous but they weren't. At least not to someone like Galen.
He looked around for something to start things with and grinned when he saw one of their distribution trucks sitting outside. Reaching out with the Force he picked it up and threw it into the warehouse, smashing through the outer wall and tumbling into the building. Thumbing his lightsaber on, he leapt down from his perch and charged at the building...
...it was over a short time later. Even in the City, hired thugs with guns weren't a match for a Jedi like Galen. Only a few had died, the more vicious and violent guards, and only one or two lost a limb to his lightsaber. The rest were knocked unconscious before Galen tied them up. He had found plastic bands called Zip Ties at a hardware store that worked wonders.
Now all that was left was to call the police and see who showed up.
"Hello, Police?" he said, speaking into the cellphone he had taken off one of the guards. "I'd like to report a crime..."