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Post by Atia on Jul 11, 2014 15:31:12 GMT -8
-14- Deploy the bipod on the car, and fire down the breach. Go for the cover. They are behind there.She had seen officers ducking out of the cover there, trying to see what was going on. Knowing what a heavy infantry machine gun can do to walls, especially energy bolts that blasted huge holes in it. She also knew what heavy infantry machine guns can do to police officers. 14-s cybernetic eye zoomed in to see a wider angle then the scope of her gun. As the situation unfolded, she was taking pictures for later processing back on Juvex. One never knew what tactics one can learn from enemy combatants. Not to mention, if this was a success, she had good documentation. She would earn her name, yes, she would.
Suddenly, police officers showed up on the levels above. As a good spotter on elevated position, she furthered the information.-14- Watch out, shooters above. You can take a couple shots, so fire away, then hide.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on Jul 12, 2014 12:15:12 GMT -8
Nafor cursed again as the voice in her ear told her to begin firing on the V Sec officers. She complied, deploying the bipod on the and putting it on the top of the speeder and began firing at the officers in cover on the lower floor. Her hand went to her ear as the voice warned her of shooters on the second floor. Almost as soon as the voice stopped, a blaster round hit the energy shield that protected her, coming from the special belt she had been outfitted with.
Nafor collapsed the bipod and put the bottom grips flat on the top of the speeder, leaning down, angling the barrel up and firing at the second floor, where the V Sec marksmen were aiming at her. After a few burst rounds into the outer wall, hopefully buying her time to duck somewhere else, she hefted the oversized gun and ran to an adjacent speeder, which was at a better angle to conceal her from the second floor marksmen.
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Post by Simon Monroe on Jul 12, 2014 18:25:02 GMT -8
The particle bursts, which had been noted by the manufacturer to be somewhat ineffectual against hardened targets, did little damage to the exterior of the police station, and none at all to the officers taking cover two walls in. Had they been caught in the open, the weapon would no doubt shred them like flimsiplast, but they had no intention of simply charging straight in at a gun like that. Team two pulled back as the gun re-oriented, and was safely away from the center window as the particle bursts tore into it. The officers positioned at the other windows, however, maintained situational awareness and the location of their target as she moved from one vehicle to the next, and radioed the new position to team one on the ground floor. Her new position, while providing cover from the squad above, forced her to retreat from the breach and farther west, toward the back of the precinct. this allowed team one to move into the breach unhindered, taking up positions just behind the cover of the outer wall.
It was at this point that the pair of officers nearest Nafor's location on the second floor began to lay down suppressive fire, hopefully keeping the hostile pinned as two officers from team one broke from the cover of the building toward the cover of Nafor's empty speeder. Once there, they opened fire on the assailant, their new position giving them a better shot than the men on the second floor, though also unwittingly exposing them to fire from the Twi'lek hidden above.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jul 17, 2014 0:00:45 GMT -8
No one bothered to respond to Mirian's calling, but it occured to her (after all the pew-pew-pews) that perhaps it was because they were all too frelling busy?!? She ducked for cover and reached for her hold-out blaster. She didn't particularly intend to use her weapon. First of all, it wasn't her fight, secondly, she had no idea what the heck was going on, and the last thing she wanted to do was use the Force (because we all know this was all her fault), and really, she'd brought enough trouble to this world for one night. Now, what to do?
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Post by Atia on Jul 18, 2014 16:02:17 GMT -8
Fourteen noted the civilian female (mirian) but put her down to just that. Scarred bystander. She didnt see the holdout blaster. What she did see was the suppression of Nafor and the by-the-book covered assault.
-14-
Two in the open. Wound, do not kill. On my go.
She aimed in the suppressing commandoes on the second floor, held her breath, and fired two shots. She aimed to maim. When outnumbered, but with range and higher ground to your advantage, the best shot when assaulting a place like the police precinct would be sniper baiting and negotiation. Kill an enemy, and you have one less enemy to care about. Wound an enemy, and you have a wounded enemy not to care about, an enemy that helps the wounded enemy, instead of shooting, and most likely one or two more to cover them and help get the wounded one out of combat.
She aimed and shot at the side of the elbow on the first, a well aimed shot trying to basically cut the arm in two with that sniper bolt, and a second snap shot at center mass on the second shooter on the second floor.
With her position inside the room and not hanging outside the window like an amature, it was likely that the enemy only knew that there WAS a sniper, and not sure exactly where, only owning a direction. To her luck, windows were open all over the building.
With an enemy team at the walls, two on Nafor that hopefully will be able to deal with them, 14 got ready to handle start sniping for real.
One of her problems as of yet, was that she didnt see exactly how many policemen ran out of the breach. She was too focussed on fireing. She suddenly turned from spotter to combatant. She wished she herself had a spotter.
-14-
Go.
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Post by Simon Monroe on Jul 19, 2014 14:53:12 GMT -8
Monroe sat lazily in the chair, listening intently to the comm chatter in his ear as the firefight in the alley continued. It wasn't until the word "sniper" was uttered that he finally dropped his legs off the desk and started moving, out of the security booth and down the hall toward the squad room. Once there, he pulled the nearest officer around to face him.
"Bomb squad. Where are they?"
"Other end of the room, by the weapon racks."
"Thanks. Grab five more officers and station your ass in the holding cells. Don't let anyone else in until I get back. Not anyone. Shoot to stun if they try."
The officers eyes widened at the orders, not quite sure what kind of prisoner would warrant that much attention, but he nodded and yessir'd and was off before Monroe made it halfway across the room. Once he'd reached the bomb squad, who was already prepped and waiting for a call that hadn't come, he grabbed an E-11 off the wall before turning to speak to the officer in charge.
"I need one of your shield units. Preferably a light model if you have it, I'm going to need mobility."
The officer reached to the back of his belt and pulled a somewhat bulky unit off, then handed it to Monroe.
"This is the smallest we got, Boss. It'll stop anything short of a Class A thermal, but you only get the one miracle. Unless you're expecting blasters, in which case you're good for a couple seconds."
"It'll do. I'll get it back to you when this is over."
The officer nodded as Monroe turned and left, heading for the stairwell and the fourth floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 22:26:40 GMT -8
He had seen enough...and the conversation between the woman and the agent had given him more than enough to go on. She was a Jedi. Or...she had been one. Lordran had been exposed to his share of Jedi, and she certainly didn't have the poise or certainty of one. He doubted she was an active or competent member of the order...emotions played freely across her face, and from the way she had so unconsciously accessed the force - he had the distinct impression she had left, or, perhaps, been kicked out of the order. The agent was no better, a competent and idealistic being...he seemed set in his ways and thoughts. Anything less, and the captive man from earlier would have been released already. Lordran didn't like the man's eyes though...the way they met Lordran's and scrutinized him made Lordran aware that he was looking into a practical mirror: that is, someone who was just as trained as he to notice body language and behavior.
Curiosity had been sated, there was no need to linger. After obtaining some pamphlets and data cards pertaining to local laws and such, he made his way out of the building - intent to hail an autotaxi. He was here as the Jedi woman made her way out to her own speeder - and he was about to follow her when the first distant sounds of explosions made him fall Into a low crouch. And then all chaos broke loose: the precinct falling under attack, smoke and rubble and flame turned the station into a battle zone. It, quite frankly, took Lordran off guard - crouching behind a durasteel bench, the only available cover, he briefly tried to sort out who the attacker was. Not him, certainly, and he didn't believe it was another Serenno operative or agent - far too loud for that - no, no this was some kind of terrorist attack. But those thoughts fled as the Jedi woman came running up, blaster in hand. Opportunity knocked; in one smooth movement Lordran I holstered his stun weapon, flicked the setting to "blast" and squeezed off a shot. A pulse of stun energy, an ever widening blue ring, spat out of the pistol and towards the woman. If it connected, it would knock her unconscious...hopefully the confusion and shock of the attack would throw off any senses she might have...hopefully.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jul 22, 2014 4:18:05 GMT -8
You know that feeling you get when someone's watching you? Kinda takes about ten seconds of some psycho stalker burning holes into your back to get it sometimes, right? Well, thanks to her training with the Jedi pretty much her whole life, and her usual obliviousness, it took Mirian a good fifteen seconds to get that feeling, and then with the supreme reflexes of a fully trained and heavily scarred Jedi Knight of the Republic, Mirian whipped around on her improperly treated left leg, taking a whole lot longer than usual to actually turn around, by which time she was in time to see an azure ring of energy coming straight at her with deadly intent. At this point, it took Mirian a microsecond to agree that now would be a good time to panic. Instead, she chose to scream, "Bollocks!"
VMMMMMM!
The beam enveloped her, and she no longer saw the Omwati who shot her, or worried about the battle she was right in the middle of. She didn't even think about Devlin Lyons. Really, she just had no more sense to think about such practical, important or life-changing things or people any more. Instead, she decided to ride on unicorns, who in turn rode on rainbows which dolphins swam in.
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Post by Devlin Lyons on Jul 22, 2014 8:01:24 GMT -8
Fourteen noted the civilian female (mirian) but put her down to just that. Scarred bystander. She didnt see the holdout blaster. What she did see was the suppression of Nafor and the by-the-book covered assault.-14- Two in the open. Wound, do not kill. On my go. She aimed in the suppressing commandoes on the second floor, held her breath, and fired two shots. She aimed to maim. When outnumbered, but with range and higher ground to your advantage, the best shot when assaulting a place like the police precinct would be sniper baiting and negotiation. Kill an enemy, and you have one less enemy to care about. Wound an enemy, and you have a wounded enemy not to care about, an enemy that helps the wounded enemy, instead of shooting, and most likely one or two more to cover them and help get the wounded one out of combat.
She aimed and shot at the side of the elbow on the first, a well aimed shot trying to basically cut the arm in two with that sniper bolt, and a second snap shot at center mass on the second shooter on the second floor.
With her position inside the room and not hanging outside the window like an amature, it was likely that the enemy only knew that there WAS a sniper, and not sure exactly where, only owning a direction. To her luck, windows were open all over the building.
With an enemy team at the walls, two on Nafor that hopefully will be able to deal with them, 14 got ready to handle start sniping for real.
One of her problems as of yet, was that she didnt see exactly how many policemen ran out of the breach. She was too focussed on fireing. She suddenly turned from spotter to combatant. She wished she herself had a spotter.-14- Go. |
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Post by Simon Monroe on Jul 27, 2014 12:08:46 GMT -8
"Sniper! Fourth floor across the alley! Officers down!"
The first bolt burned through the transparisteel window, the officer's elbow pad, and the flesh and bone of the arm itself, very possibly costing the man the use of his arm, though not severing it due to the energy the bolt had already expended burning through the window. The second bolt caught his partner square in the chest, and both men were on the floor before the call of sniper went out. The second bolt had been stopped by his vest, and the sniper's second target was up and moving again a moment later, pulling his wounded partner to safety, out of sight behind the wall. The team leader, the one who had spotted the origin of the second shot, called in the new development and raised his rifle to fire several shots into the window, hopefully forcing the shooter he couldn't see to take cover.
On the ground, the pair of officers behind the speeder bunkered down while the first assailant pelted their cover with weaponsfire, and tossed a flashbang out over the hood as soon as it stopped. After it detonated, they rose into firing positions once more, still maintaining as much cover as possible, and resumed firing on the Nautolan assailant, this time in full auto mode.
Meanwhile, Monroe reached the fourth floor, his cybernetic legs carrying him up the stairs whole flights at a time, and rushed to the side of the building where the shootout was taking place. Switching to thermal, he scanned the fourth floor of the building opposite until he found the heat signature he was looking for, then moved to a room not quite across from it. Once there, he gripped the E-ll rifle firmly in his right hand, activated the shield on his belt with his left, and took a running start at the transparisteel window in front of him. Just before he struck it, he pushed his left hand toward it, palm out, and shattered the entire pane with a burst of repulsor energy.
Then he was airborne, being carried across the almost forty meter gap by the repulsors in his legs as much as his own momentum, and he repeated the trick that had shattered the first window with the second one, breaking through the pane to the right of 14's position (from 14's perspective). Once inside, he skidded to a halt as he opened fire on the shooter, blue rings of stun energy shrieking out of his weapon as he pulled the trigger once, twice, three times in succession, re-centering each shot to account for any movement his target made.
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Post by Atia on Aug 1, 2014 11:55:59 GMT -8
Hell yeah she took cover.
14 was kinda personally insulted. She saw potentional in the Nautolan. A womanwho was not Twilek, military training, military physic. She, as most operational Banshees knew that they had to hold eyes open for potentional Banshees of other races. Soon, using only Twileks would not be enough, if they become a known entity in the galaxy. 14 would have been so happy if she could have shipped home that nautolan in a nice little box with holes. SHe would have gained some prestige, maybe even get ranked further up, closer to earning a name. Now? That stupid cow went on a rampage instead of doing exactly as asked. Bloody stupid cow.
The return fire from the policemen came sudden and was less then accurate. They had a dark shape in a dark room to shoot at, so that was no surprise. 14 threw herself down from the table leaving the gun but grabbing the detonator.
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"Stupid Bitch."
She pressed the detonator. It was pure coinscidence that she pressed it exactly the moment the flashbang would blow up downstairs, most likely making it look like (even for just a second) that the flashbang granade blew the poor nautolans head off. Well, at least the signal was sent out, and taken in, and the detonators clicked as they should, so it was very likely the bomb around the poor womans neck would activate...
14 didnt linger on this lost cause. She moved fast out of the room crouching as laser bolts blew holes in the windows and the walls all around, and ran strait to the elovator, picking up the comm.
-14-
"Bateman, it went sour, I need extraction."
-Bateman-
Of course dear, I am all right, dont you worry yourself, or Aunt Tessie.
Aunt Tessie, the code for "I really cant talk about this right now".
-14-
"I wasnt compromised, I just need extraction."
-Bateman-
Of course, I will have someone sent over, just stay home and stay calm darling. Love you!
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Damnit. What she got from that message was "Stall, hide, evac is late".
She did what she could. She called the elovator, it arrived and she got in. That was when someone just landed in the room she had shot from. Crash and something heavy landing was heard and echoed in the hall. She leaned into the elevator and pressed the down button, then let the elevator leave downwards without her with a loud ping. As the ping would misslead the one following her to the elovator, she activated her stealth gear. No sound, no light, no heat seemed to leave her body to normal sensors. She just sat down in a corner that was most unlikely that someone would bump into, and waited, either ready to strike, or just ready to sit and observe.
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Post by Simon Monroe on Aug 8, 2014 16:45:27 GMT -8
Monroe ignored the explosion beneath him, keeping his eyes on the rapidly moving thermal signature that belonged to the sniper. When he smashed through the window on the other side and slid to a halt, he only made it two steps before the silhouette vanished. Not dissipated like it would have if the sniper moved behind something with enough mass to block their heat, but simply vanished. The elevator pinged and began to move as he stepped into the hall, and he approached it cautiously. If it had been him on this mission, he'd come equipped for stealth and use the elevator as a distraction, trying to lure any guards to the lower levels. After all, guards had protocol and inferior equipment. If they didn't follow the elevator they'd be liable to get fired or worse.
The only problem then, was that Monroe wasn't a guard, and he didn't particularly like following rules. Not the ones he disagreed with anyway. Turning around, he began to cycle through his implant's various vision modes until suddenly a human-shaped being appeared on the EM setting, the electrical impulses of her nervous system painting a perfect picture of her silhouette. It was a her, he realized, though not a human. A twi'lek. He kept his gaze moving, not allowing it to pause on her lest he give himself away, then turned as if to summon the elevator and leave. The illusion only lasted as long as it took for his turn to line the E-11 in his hands up with her silhouette, which was when he squeezed the trigger and sent a blue ring of stun energy coursing through the air directly at her.
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Post by Atia on Aug 11, 2014 7:34:03 GMT -8
As the man turned to summon the elovator, 14 did not hesitate. With the sound dampner on, she pulled its little wheels to the max, etxtending the sounddampner field further to include the man and herself, and launged to attack. She aimed to kick the man strait in the back with a push-kick when he suddenly turned with his hands on the well known E-11. She was well trained, especially in close combat because slaves usually start their combat situations without a weapon. She manadged to redirect her kik from a push ick to a weaker swing kick at the onkoming weapon to kick its aim off of her, and end up standing right beside the enemy. She crouched low as she got closer in on the unknown assilant, and also her stealth field failed with a slightly irritating flash that should not have any importance in the fight. She would land low so her oponent could not use his larger body to hurl her away with elbowand she herself would have a better balance, standing shorter then her opponent.
her plans were to go for the weapon and disable it, then run down the stairs and try to loose her enemy there. Even though she liked bloodshed, this was not in her mission parameters at this time.
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Post by Simon Monroe on Aug 11, 2014 16:52:04 GMT -8
The kick knocked his weapon to his left, causing the shot to disperse harmlessly against the wall, and the woman darted in low on his right side. Releasing the weapon's grip with his right hand, he held the barrel in his left and pulled it further to his left, out of the woman's reach even as his right hand lashed out toward her. She may have been too low for an elbow strike, but her face was well within reach for a vicious backhand, made all the more potent by the fact that the appendage was made of hard, unforgiving metal.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 21:44:39 GMT -8
The beam widened, the Jedi turned…and then the female human fell to a crumpled heap on the ground, twitching slightly. Stunned, Lordran could only stand with mouth agape for a few seconds. He didn't think that he would actually disable her on the FIRST shot. Rushing up to her, the sounds of blasterfire not too far away, Lordran leveled his pistol at her and shot yet another stun bolt into her…one couldn't be TOO careful…she could be faking it, or already be gathering some kind of Jedi trick. Or…not. Her body simply lay where it had fallen, the bolt running over her and then simply dissipating harmlessly. Bending quickly, Lordran ran his hands through the woman's pockets - she had been just inside her speeder before the chaos had ensued…surely…AHA! Pulling the keys out of the womans pocket, Lordran deftly ( albeit with some struggle) shouldered the woman and unsteadily walked over to her speeder. Pushing her in, he cycled the engine to start, and then, all too soon, was escaping in the chaos. The question now though, was were to go…were to go. He was pondering exactly that while his comlink beeped, and answering it, listened to an automated message; port authority actually, informing him that a certain someone had arrived.
Well, that solved that question. He knew EXACTLY where to go now.
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It took a few minutes, but he eventually found a warehouse with extremely low security - no cameras, only a basic sensor security system. A few bribes here and there, and no one blinked twice at the Omwati entering the building in the speeder. He had been careful as well to take a roundabout route…it would be hard - albeit not impossible - to track him to this location via city security cameras and monitors…but it would take several hours to do so no doubt. Parking the speeder in the warehouse, Lordran glanced around…dark, low lit, full of metal crates…taking the woman, he propped her up against a crate, and slowly he went about the process of disarming her of her weapons and belongings - except clothes - opting to merely place them onto a nearby rate. With a sigh, he waved a hand in front of her face, patted her cheek a couple of times, and then shrugged slightly. Leaning up against the crate that he had placed her possessions on, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, waiting for her to regain consciousness...
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Aug 14, 2014 1:11:11 GMT -8
"Mmmm..." Mirian was having a really weird dream. After the unicorns with laser horns, rainbow-swimming dolphins and a spastic chicken, she had this weird dream that she was riding in a coaster that went through the spice mines of Kessel, and the tracks were really bumpy for some strange reason. After that she kept feeling a little queasy, like something was putting uncomfortable pressure on her stomach, and lastly, she felt like she was lying back on a bed made of rock. Then the spastic chicken from earlier reappeared, and smacked her gently on the face with its long tail.
That's about when that she finally decided to open her eyes, and she saw...the spastic chicken??? Oh wait, no, that's an Omwati. Sleepily looking around, she saw through blurry vision that she wasn't quite where she was before. In fact, she had no idea where she was at all. Hey, didn't someone zap her with a stun blast? The Omwati?
"Hwuh!" Jerking up, the girl struggled and pushed back against the crates she was propped up with in a state of panic and stared at the Omawati with wide, clearer eyes. "Wh-who are you? What do you want?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 21:08:45 GMT -8
"Lordran had been reading a news article on Vandelhelm, mostly about several rising economic forces dominating the metal trade, when the woman jerked upright, startling him. Flinching slightly, he leveled the pistol at her once more in warning, waiting for her to get the idea before addressing her.
"Me? I've been going by the name of Lordran lately...though that's more an alias to get someone's attention. My name is Xa Xell; I'm your kidnapper."
"Omwati were somewhat literal sometimes. Shrugging his shoulders, and clearing his throat - a musical gargling sound - he crouched more to her eye level.
"I do apologize human, but I'm afraid your a victim of circumstance...wrong person, wrong place. Well, for me, right person and perfect place, but you get my drift. Now, if you cooperate...I dare say you'll get out of this unscathed."
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Aug 15, 2014 3:10:01 GMT -8
"Oh..." was Mirian's only response to Lordran, or Xa Xell's revelation of his name and his status as her kidnapper. Then she sighed. It figured that this'd be one of those days. You know, where anything and everything can go wrong? Let's see, how did it start? She landed on this planet, then she literally wet herself when Devlin Lyons scared her witless with a quickdraw on the assumption that she was a local looking for trouble, then the very same man bought her dinner, then he got arrested on some pretty nasty charges and suspicions, and she had to learn the hard way once more that not everyone was what they seemed to be. And right after that, utterly random violence broke out, and she woke up here, apparently a kidnap victim of rather strange circumstances. For one, she wasn't tied up, not that she wanted to be, but usually kidnap victims tend to be restrained. There must be things about this Omwati that she did not know he could do.
She'd been held at gunpoint many times before, and had been this close to death more than once, and survived an encounter with a Sith, so her indifference to a gun being pointed at her now might come as a mild surprise, or not. More importantly, however, was what she would do, now that she was awake? She could see that virtually all her loose belongings aside from her clothes were now out of her reach. He'd searched her very thoroughly, looks like, and that made her cheeks colour ever so slightly. She didn't even consider calling her lightsaber to her, since that weapon was about as predictable as rolling dice strapped to a faulty thermal detonator. It was liable to explode if handled by anyone else anyhow, so she bid Lordran good luck - and bon voyage - if he tried to use it.
Now, her blasters, knives and belt knife, and all the various resources from her utility belt pouches...were significantly more reliable, and piled up along with her lightsaber. Well, save for the belt buckle knife and the toe knives concealed in the soles of her boots, but she didn't fancy bringing knives into a blastfight, which Lordran would undoubtedly turn it into, while holding that weapon in his hand. So really, what could she do, but gather more information first before taking any other course of action. She slumped wearily back against the crate, ignoring the Omwati and his weapon, fully submitting to the situation for now, her actions a sign of surrender and submission. She concentrated on suppressing the Force in her, not wanting to accidentally use it. It's gotten her into enough trouble for just one day already, so she would rely on her wits now.
She looked up at him after he'd finished speaking and said, "I won't make trouble for you. Just...what do you need me for, exactly?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 14:21:33 GMT -8
Xa Xell coughed a little, and raised an eye brow at the woman.
"...Weighing your options? Your eyes dart like minnows. I suppose mine would do the same in your position.."
A quirk of the mouth, and the Omwati smiled wanly at the woman, tapping a finger against his head.
"I need...what's in HERE. Force power, you know? There's an old...friend, that lives here. A bona fide Jedi. It's true I could call him out, we're similar in that respect - in respect of power I mean - but I'm afraid a force call from an enemy wouldn't be as...sweet...as a call from a complete stranger. Especially a stranger in pain...savvy?"
Silently, Xa Xell stood, and narrowing his eyes, reached out towards the woman through the force, examining her.
"I dont wish to torture you, or maim you...but I do require you to feel a certain amount of discomfort, and to call out blindly, telepathically...you see?"
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Sept 18, 2014 4:56:41 GMT -8
Mirian squirmed then, her eyes wide, and her lips parting with a frightened expression, but her fear may not be what Xa Xell thought. "Wait...no! Xa Xell, don't..."
She thought about all the mishaps and bad things that happened whenever she tapped into the Force, and now, with this kidnapper wanting her to use the force, she was in deep trouble.
She raised her hands in front of her, "You don't know what you'd be doing. Bad things happen whenever I use the Force. Please...there has to be another way."
She didn't bother concealing anything with him, like her once being a Jedi. She had nothing to hide. Xa Xell could read her mind like an open book, and see almost her entire life. She also did appear concerned about why the Omwati wanted to summon this person. Whoever he was, Xa Xell obviously had less-than-kindly plans for him.
"I could contact him for you, with a Comlink." She offered desperately, "I'm a trader, a transporter, I could convince him to come out or something...just don't make me use the Force, please. There's a reason I left the Jedi Order..."
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