M6D23 139 ABY
Home again, though he was just he a few months ago, he bought his mothers apartment with his savings and he wanted to go there to meditate....Even though it harbored some feelings of sorrow for him, it was something he couldn't explain. He decided to leave his ship and walk to the apartment, it was a walk that he had done only a few times before, but he felt like he had done it many times. The Cartels where looking for him, not Durvo, Arley persuaded him to allow him to leave, though it wasn't like he could have stopped him. The Lightsaber was enough to intimidate even some of the more....unsavory people, even the capable ones. Except for bounty hunters, they were a different bunch, and there were a few who had it out for him. He'd had a few skirmishes and he ended up stealing what they had half of the time. The other Cartel members seemed to be resourceful enough to find out who he was. He knew that coming back wouldn't bode well for him, he would have to fight some of them off, he could feel it, through the Force.
He was walking and he could sense the presence of more than one person, they had come for him, that he knew. There was nobody else around him and he just felt this presence. He had his Lightsaber in hand; once he walked into a clearing he saw them, there were four of them standing in a line, all in armor with blaster rifles. Arley smirked, though was going to be easy, they didn't look like they were the best the Cartel had to offer. He ignited his Lightsaber, the orange blade glowing dimly in the city street. He stood with his saber pointing to the floor, standing straight. "It would seem that we find ourselves in a predicament, are you sure you want this?" he said to them, they looked at each other and scoffed. He still stood ready, waiting on them to act before him, he saw they were nervous, this was good maybe they would just leave him alone, he was sure that the bounty was quite high so they wouldn't just leave.
Finally one decided to act, he shot a burst at Arley. He deflected it away with ease, this was going to be a bad day for these men. He leaped high in to the air and came down with a force push to scatter the men. When he landed he threw his lightsaber at one of the men severing his head, he quickly turned to find bolts flying toward him, his lightsaber returned to his hand and he defected some and they hit the metal on the street, burning it with black scorch marks. The others whizzed by him, he didn't pay any mind to it, he started at the other men who nervous looking at their dead friends. "I will give you a chance to drop your weapons now and leave, if you do not leave now," he told them, luckily they obliged and scuttled away. He continued on his way, putting away his Lightsaber.