Siralai Mahr
Siralai swore under her breath. Then, in a more audible and even tone, Siralai replied, "I take your point. Unfortunately, diplomacy is something we need to at least attempt. If we simply attack them outright, even if we win, we'll paint a target on our backs for the Jedi Order and possibly half the Republic as well. Just... keep them away from the house, please. I'll be right there."
If it ended in bloodshed - and it probably would end in bloodshed - they just had to make sure it was clear to anyone witnessing that they hadn't struck the first blow. Even the Jedi, stodgy as they could be, surely wouldn't expect someone who was attacked to refrain from defending themselves.
One way or the other, though, Siralai wouldn't allow her people to be hurt. And her people now included the three Onyks, Arksynn, and Reyth.
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Neva Xolte
Distract a bunch of murderous Jedi. Right. She waited for Siralai's image to wink out before puffing out her cheeks in a silent expression of uncertainty. Focus. What did she know about Jedi? They didn't tend to like Sith very much...and they were renowned for being do-gooders. The former may have been what brought them here, but perhaps the latter would be what she could employ to her benefit.
Looking around, she spotted a recent rock slide with some rather precariously perched boulders near the edges of the brush. That might do it. Approaching, she made a few calculations and rolled some smaller rocks into strategic positions around a slight depression in the soil. Hopefully she could pull this off without permanent damage to herself. Placing her leg into the depression, she fired a shot into the rubble under one of the boulders. As it rolled down onto her makeshift holding place, her yell of pain was more realistic than she'd thought it would be. She fired two more shots into the air for good measure.
"Help! Someone help!"
Neva knew she couldn't be that far out of earshot - and her blaster bolts would have been visible. Now she just had to hope that these Jedi weren't too focused on their task to ignore her. She shifted under the rock, relieved to find that she could tug her leg out if need be. Her calculations hadn't been too far wrong. At least if things went south, she wouldn't be unable to join in the fight.
Distract a bunch of murderous Jedi. Right. She waited for Siralai's image to wink out before puffing out her cheeks in a silent expression of uncertainty. Focus. What did she know about Jedi? They didn't tend to like Sith very much...and they were renowned for being do-gooders. The former may have been what brought them here, but perhaps the latter would be what she could employ to her benefit.
Looking around, she spotted a recent rock slide with some rather precariously perched boulders near the edges of the brush. That might do it. Approaching, she made a few calculations and rolled some smaller rocks into strategic positions around a slight depression in the soil. Hopefully she could pull this off without permanent damage to herself. Placing her leg into the depression, she fired a shot into the rubble under one of the boulders. As it rolled down onto her makeshift holding place, her yell of pain was more realistic than she'd thought it would be. She fired two more shots into the air for good measure.
"Help! Someone help!"
Neva knew she couldn't be that far out of earshot - and her blaster bolts would have been visible. Now she just had to hope that these Jedi weren't too focused on their task to ignore her. She shifted under the rock, relieved to find that she could tug her leg out if need be. Her calculations hadn't been too far wrong. At least if things went south, she wouldn't be unable to join in the fight.
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Re: Friends in High Places
Pyrran Onyk Mahr
Neva's distraction proved more durable than Pyrran's. After his flight of unexpected birds had caused the Jedi momentary inconvenience, he was stuck backtracking toward the house, staying out of sight and hoping another opportunity to slow them down would present itself.
When Neva's blaster shots and cries rang out, though, the Jedi did pause. The four followers looked to Master Jesk; Jesk nodded and said, "Yes, the Sith can wait. Delaying our errand a few moments to perform an act of mercy is a worthy cause."
The four nodded and headed toward the sounds. Jesk appeared about to follow them - but then something stopped the Jedi master. He motioned for his charges to go on, and then after they had gone, he stood listening. Sensing. Pyrran didn't move, didn't breathe. But staying still wasn't enough. The Jedi could feel him there.
"Sith," Jesk growled through clenched teeth.
Pyrran knew hiding was futile. So was running. Negotiating likely was too, but it was the only course of action left to him. He put his hands up, showing that he held no weapons.
Before he had a chance to speak, Jesk's lightsaber was drawn and pointed toward him. The tip touched his chest, burning easily through his garments before coming to a sizzling rest on the skin above his sternum. Pyrran had to grit his teeth to avoid crying out in pain.
"What do you want, Jedi?" he demanded. He was afraid, yes, but also desperately angry. How dare these people come here and threaten his family and friends?
"Your life," Jesk said calmly, pressing lightly on the blade. "And I will claim it."
Neva's distraction proved more durable than Pyrran's. After his flight of unexpected birds had caused the Jedi momentary inconvenience, he was stuck backtracking toward the house, staying out of sight and hoping another opportunity to slow them down would present itself.
When Neva's blaster shots and cries rang out, though, the Jedi did pause. The four followers looked to Master Jesk; Jesk nodded and said, "Yes, the Sith can wait. Delaying our errand a few moments to perform an act of mercy is a worthy cause."
The four nodded and headed toward the sounds. Jesk appeared about to follow them - but then something stopped the Jedi master. He motioned for his charges to go on, and then after they had gone, he stood listening. Sensing. Pyrran didn't move, didn't breathe. But staying still wasn't enough. The Jedi could feel him there.
"Sith," Jesk growled through clenched teeth.
Pyrran knew hiding was futile. So was running. Negotiating likely was too, but it was the only course of action left to him. He put his hands up, showing that he held no weapons.
Before he had a chance to speak, Jesk's lightsaber was drawn and pointed toward him. The tip touched his chest, burning easily through his garments before coming to a sizzling rest on the skin above his sternum. Pyrran had to grit his teeth to avoid crying out in pain.
"What do you want, Jedi?" he demanded. He was afraid, yes, but also desperately angry. How dare these people come here and threaten his family and friends?
"Your life," Jesk said calmly, pressing lightly on the blade. "And I will claim it."
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Teizi Lin
She made no attempt at a subtle approach, crashing through the underbrush with uncharacteristic disregard. The fingers of her right hand flared open and her hand shot forward and then away from her body. Pyrran would feel the Force pulling at his body and flinging him away from the lightsaber blade at his chest. She hated to just...move him, but Jesk seemed ready to thrust the implement through the Sith and she couldn't bear the thought of being too late. Teizi ignited her own lightsaber in her left hand, its orange glow bathing her flushed cheeks.
"Master Jesk! Hold! You go too far!"
Standing directly opposing him now, she held her remaining weapon in a low defensive position across her body, the tip angling up toward her shoulder. She had her right arm flung behind her as though she were to begin sprinting. Despite her hastened appearance, Teizi's breathing was measured and her stare was pointed.
"You asked for my opinion - and then come bearing arms? This man did not even arm himself against you, though I am certain he had ample opportunity. This brashness. This drive to kill, even Sith, does not bespeak the Code. Stand down, Master Jesk and we will resolve this with some civility."
"I hope." she finished mentally. Not daring to take her eyes of Jesk for a second to check on Pyrran.
She made no attempt at a subtle approach, crashing through the underbrush with uncharacteristic disregard. The fingers of her right hand flared open and her hand shot forward and then away from her body. Pyrran would feel the Force pulling at his body and flinging him away from the lightsaber blade at his chest. She hated to just...move him, but Jesk seemed ready to thrust the implement through the Sith and she couldn't bear the thought of being too late. Teizi ignited her own lightsaber in her left hand, its orange glow bathing her flushed cheeks.
"Master Jesk! Hold! You go too far!"
Standing directly opposing him now, she held her remaining weapon in a low defensive position across her body, the tip angling up toward her shoulder. She had her right arm flung behind her as though she were to begin sprinting. Despite her hastened appearance, Teizi's breathing was measured and her stare was pointed.
"You asked for my opinion - and then come bearing arms? This man did not even arm himself against you, though I am certain he had ample opportunity. This brashness. This drive to kill, even Sith, does not bespeak the Code. Stand down, Master Jesk and we will resolve this with some civility."
"I hope." she finished mentally. Not daring to take her eyes of Jesk for a second to check on Pyrran.
Re: Friends in High Places
Padawan Dallyn and Arksynn
He was focused on finding the Sith twins, as his master had instructed, when he nearly ran into Arksynn. The fear coming off of the other boy nearly made him gag, but he steadied himself just in time. Dallyn didn't get the chance to ask where the girls were or where Pyrran was before the young zabrak ignited his lightasabers and took up a defensive posture.
"Why do you have my master's lightsaber? What have you done?" Arksynn shouted, his emotions swaying wildly between anxiety and anger.
It was then Dallyn realized that he was still holding Pyrran's lightsaber out in front of him like an offering. Realizing how it must look, he held up his other hand in an attempt to calm down the young Sith.
"My master sent me - she said that they'd traded lightsabers for some unknown reason and she sent me to return Lord Pyrran's weapon to him." Belatedly, he added, "She sensed some other Jedi nearby and sent me to stand guard over Lord Pyrran's sisters. I don't think she trusts the intentions of..."
"No shit." He was cut off by the other boy's flat tone. "We overheard them saying they planned to murder my master and Reyth and then bring the others back and make them be Jedi." The blades flashed into an attack posture. "And I'll bet you're going to stand guard. You're just going to keep them safe for those other Jedi to take them away. Well, I'm not going to let that happen!"
Dallyn ignited his own lightsaber just in time to parry, Pyrran's falling to the sand, momentarily forgotten.
He was focused on finding the Sith twins, as his master had instructed, when he nearly ran into Arksynn. The fear coming off of the other boy nearly made him gag, but he steadied himself just in time. Dallyn didn't get the chance to ask where the girls were or where Pyrran was before the young zabrak ignited his lightasabers and took up a defensive posture.
"Why do you have my master's lightsaber? What have you done?" Arksynn shouted, his emotions swaying wildly between anxiety and anger.
It was then Dallyn realized that he was still holding Pyrran's lightsaber out in front of him like an offering. Realizing how it must look, he held up his other hand in an attempt to calm down the young Sith.
"My master sent me - she said that they'd traded lightsabers for some unknown reason and she sent me to return Lord Pyrran's weapon to him." Belatedly, he added, "She sensed some other Jedi nearby and sent me to stand guard over Lord Pyrran's sisters. I don't think she trusts the intentions of..."
"No shit." He was cut off by the other boy's flat tone. "We overheard them saying they planned to murder my master and Reyth and then bring the others back and make them be Jedi." The blades flashed into an attack posture. "And I'll bet you're going to stand guard. You're just going to keep them safe for those other Jedi to take them away. Well, I'm not going to let that happen!"
Dallyn ignited his own lightsaber just in time to parry, Pyrran's falling to the sand, momentarily forgotten.
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Re: Friends in High Places
Master Jesk and Pyrran
Jesk eyed Teizi with a level stare. "How utterly naïve," he said sadly. "I believed you were capable of great things, Jedi Lin. A Master someday, perhaps. Even on the Council. But clearly not - not if you fall for these transparent Sith tricks. This man is a Sith lord. He has done unspeakable things to reach that rank. It is impossible to advance in the Sith hierarchy otherwise. Do you deny that, Sith? Answer carefully. Lies will only show all the more clearly the degeneracy of your character."
Pyrran was puffing hard, winded and off-balance, but he was not planning to give up his life without a fight. He had a lightsaber in each hand now, prepared to defend himself. The Sith was still willing to try to negotiate, but he was no longer going to attempt to do so unarmed.
"I do not deny it," Pyrran said coldly, his voice calm and even despite the pounding of his heart. "But it was not for the sake of advancement. It was for mere survival. I seek a better way, a purer life - and you would deny me that, and slay me in cold blood instead?"
Jesk eyed Pyrran suspiciously. "A purer life? I see evidence of that 'purer life' right now. You have slain a Jedi and taken their lightsaber. The proof of your guilt is in your own hands. It is my duty to carry out the sentence. Do you deny your crime?"
For a moment, Pyrran was just... confused. But then he remembered that only one of the lightsabers in his hand was red. He hadn't even thought about it - for many years, he'd scrounged whatever he could find for an offhand weapon and thought little of it. But how it would look to Jesk...
He couldn't deny it, though. Because to deny it was to implicate Teizi. Pyrran could only imagine that Jedi Masters were as hard and unforgiving as Sith ones. Pyrran knew there was a high likelihood that he would die. There was no reason to take Teizi down with him in a futile attempt to clear his own name. No, he wouldn't tell Jesk that Teizi had willingly sought the help of a Sith.
Pyrran sneered, and shrugged sarcastically. He was accustomed to doing both, after all those years under the Imperial boot. "Believe what you will," he said.
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Vette came upon the two apprentices as she ran in the direction of the fracas. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, and sighed.
"Stop it!" she said firmly. "Idiots. Everyone is possibly about to die - including both of your Masters - and you're squared up against each other instead of helping? What kind of apprentices are you? Get a move on and make yourselves useful."
Jesk eyed Teizi with a level stare. "How utterly naïve," he said sadly. "I believed you were capable of great things, Jedi Lin. A Master someday, perhaps. Even on the Council. But clearly not - not if you fall for these transparent Sith tricks. This man is a Sith lord. He has done unspeakable things to reach that rank. It is impossible to advance in the Sith hierarchy otherwise. Do you deny that, Sith? Answer carefully. Lies will only show all the more clearly the degeneracy of your character."
Pyrran was puffing hard, winded and off-balance, but he was not planning to give up his life without a fight. He had a lightsaber in each hand now, prepared to defend himself. The Sith was still willing to try to negotiate, but he was no longer going to attempt to do so unarmed.
"I do not deny it," Pyrran said coldly, his voice calm and even despite the pounding of his heart. "But it was not for the sake of advancement. It was for mere survival. I seek a better way, a purer life - and you would deny me that, and slay me in cold blood instead?"
Jesk eyed Pyrran suspiciously. "A purer life? I see evidence of that 'purer life' right now. You have slain a Jedi and taken their lightsaber. The proof of your guilt is in your own hands. It is my duty to carry out the sentence. Do you deny your crime?"
For a moment, Pyrran was just... confused. But then he remembered that only one of the lightsabers in his hand was red. He hadn't even thought about it - for many years, he'd scrounged whatever he could find for an offhand weapon and thought little of it. But how it would look to Jesk...
He couldn't deny it, though. Because to deny it was to implicate Teizi. Pyrran could only imagine that Jedi Masters were as hard and unforgiving as Sith ones. Pyrran knew there was a high likelihood that he would die. There was no reason to take Teizi down with him in a futile attempt to clear his own name. No, he wouldn't tell Jesk that Teizi had willingly sought the help of a Sith.
Pyrran sneered, and shrugged sarcastically. He was accustomed to doing both, after all those years under the Imperial boot. "Believe what you will," he said.
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Vette came upon the two apprentices as she ran in the direction of the fracas. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, and sighed.
"Stop it!" she said firmly. "Idiots. Everyone is possibly about to die - including both of your Masters - and you're squared up against each other instead of helping? What kind of apprentices are you? Get a move on and make yourselves useful."
Re: Friends in High Places
Teizi Lin
She had managed to remain impassive through Master Jesk's insults, but she visibly coloured when her blue lightsaber appeared in Pyrran's hand. Why the Sith was willing to go along with Jesk's errant hypothesis was beyond her and she gave him a startled look before pulling herself together. Straightening, she kept her blade up, and interrupted the verbal confrontation.
"Actually, sir, the lightsaber is mine. I gave it to him." She didn't say it was an exchange. It was her hope that she could get enough of Jesk's attention to delay the inevitable.
Padawan Dallyn and Arksynn
It was difficult to tell which of the two boys looked more sheepish. The lightsabers extinguished almost immediately and the two toed the ground, nearly knocking their heads together as they reached for Pyrran's blade. Dallyn ducked back in apology while Arksynn snatched it up and stuffed it into his robes. He sneered at the young Jedi for good measure.
"Well, you better run along then. My Master sent me to warn Reyth...and the others." He seemed to recall after the fact that Vette might be somewhat concerned by the outcome. "Don't worry, he said he's going to stay out of their way. I'll be back to him before he'll need this."
Arksynn scrambled away without looking back at either of them. Dallyn's face was still bore a flush of shame, but he addressed Vette as professionally as possible.
"Um, I was supposed to stand watch over Pyrran's sisters. My, uh, at least my Master asked me to. Just in case. Do you know where they are?"
She had managed to remain impassive through Master Jesk's insults, but she visibly coloured when her blue lightsaber appeared in Pyrran's hand. Why the Sith was willing to go along with Jesk's errant hypothesis was beyond her and she gave him a startled look before pulling herself together. Straightening, she kept her blade up, and interrupted the verbal confrontation.
"Actually, sir, the lightsaber is mine. I gave it to him." She didn't say it was an exchange. It was her hope that she could get enough of Jesk's attention to delay the inevitable.
Padawan Dallyn and Arksynn
It was difficult to tell which of the two boys looked more sheepish. The lightsabers extinguished almost immediately and the two toed the ground, nearly knocking their heads together as they reached for Pyrran's blade. Dallyn ducked back in apology while Arksynn snatched it up and stuffed it into his robes. He sneered at the young Jedi for good measure.
"Well, you better run along then. My Master sent me to warn Reyth...and the others." He seemed to recall after the fact that Vette might be somewhat concerned by the outcome. "Don't worry, he said he's going to stay out of their way. I'll be back to him before he'll need this."
Arksynn scrambled away without looking back at either of them. Dallyn's face was still bore a flush of shame, but he addressed Vette as professionally as possible.
"Um, I was supposed to stand watch over Pyrran's sisters. My, uh, at least my Master asked me to. Just in case. Do you know where they are?"
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Pyrran Onyk Mahr
Pyrran gave Teizi a surprised, searching look when she claimed responsibility for the lightsaber swap. Yes, Teizi was merely telling the truth - but Pyrran hadn't expected her to. He was so unused to Jedi treating Sith as people on even the most basic level.
"You see?" Pyrran said. "You believe one of your own people, don't you, if not me?"
Jesk shook his head. "Sith tricks!" he said dismissively, but it seemed like more of a reflex than a true accusation. Surely he would know that such a thing wasn't worth lying over - and would be able to perceive that Pyrran had made no attempt to influence Teizi in any way. Confirming Pyrran's reading of the situation, Jesk added, "But not relevant for our purposes. You stand accused of more than enough crimes to condemn you already. The torture and murder of a Republic agent in Kaas City."
"He was a spy," Pyrran replied coldly. "As evidenced by his presence on Dromund Kaas in the first place. Are you suggesting an Imperial spy would receive a warm welcome and a handshake on Coruscant?"
But although Pyrran's voice never rose or faltered, Teizi would be able to sense the regret that washed over Pyrran like a horrific, crashing wave. For all his casual talk of it, this had been one of the most devastating events of Pyrran's life. The guilt left a wound that seemed destined to never quite heal.
Jesk sensed it too, of course, but however he interpreted it caused his mouth to quirk a little with what seemed to be satisfaction. He went on, "You are accused of complicity in the imprisonment, torture, and murder of Grand Marshal Cheketta--"
Pyrran's eyes flashed for just an instant. "I'll concede the first two charges," he said. "Though I would argue whether my own culpability is truly greater than the Republic's; you left your own man there to rot. Murder? No. Cheketta is alive."
Jesk couldn't quite hide his astonishment. "What...? Lies."
The Sith lord shook his head. "You can believe me, or not - it makes no difference. Cheketta is very much among the living regardless."
Pyrran didn't go quite as far as announcing that Cheketta was not only breathing but on this very planet, though. Despite Jesk's bluster about the 'murder,' Cheketta wasn't exactly much-loved by the Republic at the moment either, and Pyrran didn't want to risk that someone would decide it would be less trouble to just do the poor old man in and be done with it.
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Vette's hands were on her hips, but her expression softened a little at the boys' contrition.
"Back at the house," she said. "With Rossi. Try not to let them know exactly what's going on, okay? They have enough to deal with, without worrying that their brother is..."
The tension in her own voice was obvious, and she shook her head as if to clear it. "I gotta go help him. Comm me if anything goes down here."
With that, she ran off in the direction if the commotion, blasters in hand.
Pyrran gave Teizi a surprised, searching look when she claimed responsibility for the lightsaber swap. Yes, Teizi was merely telling the truth - but Pyrran hadn't expected her to. He was so unused to Jedi treating Sith as people on even the most basic level.
"You see?" Pyrran said. "You believe one of your own people, don't you, if not me?"
Jesk shook his head. "Sith tricks!" he said dismissively, but it seemed like more of a reflex than a true accusation. Surely he would know that such a thing wasn't worth lying over - and would be able to perceive that Pyrran had made no attempt to influence Teizi in any way. Confirming Pyrran's reading of the situation, Jesk added, "But not relevant for our purposes. You stand accused of more than enough crimes to condemn you already. The torture and murder of a Republic agent in Kaas City."
"He was a spy," Pyrran replied coldly. "As evidenced by his presence on Dromund Kaas in the first place. Are you suggesting an Imperial spy would receive a warm welcome and a handshake on Coruscant?"
But although Pyrran's voice never rose or faltered, Teizi would be able to sense the regret that washed over Pyrran like a horrific, crashing wave. For all his casual talk of it, this had been one of the most devastating events of Pyrran's life. The guilt left a wound that seemed destined to never quite heal.
Jesk sensed it too, of course, but however he interpreted it caused his mouth to quirk a little with what seemed to be satisfaction. He went on, "You are accused of complicity in the imprisonment, torture, and murder of Grand Marshal Cheketta--"
Pyrran's eyes flashed for just an instant. "I'll concede the first two charges," he said. "Though I would argue whether my own culpability is truly greater than the Republic's; you left your own man there to rot. Murder? No. Cheketta is alive."
Jesk couldn't quite hide his astonishment. "What...? Lies."
The Sith lord shook his head. "You can believe me, or not - it makes no difference. Cheketta is very much among the living regardless."
Pyrran didn't go quite as far as announcing that Cheketta was not only breathing but on this very planet, though. Despite Jesk's bluster about the 'murder,' Cheketta wasn't exactly much-loved by the Republic at the moment either, and Pyrran didn't want to risk that someone would decide it would be less trouble to just do the poor old man in and be done with it.
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Vette's hands were on her hips, but her expression softened a little at the boys' contrition.
"Back at the house," she said. "With Rossi. Try not to let them know exactly what's going on, okay? They have enough to deal with, without worrying that their brother is..."
The tension in her own voice was obvious, and she shook her head as if to clear it. "I gotta go help him. Comm me if anything goes down here."
With that, she ran off in the direction if the commotion, blasters in hand.
Re: Friends in High Places
Neva Xolte
She was all too well aware that she was walking on thin ice. Sure, she had milked the whole damsel in distress thing perhaps just a little too much. She'd cried and yelled when they moved the rocks, claiming her leg was shattered. The young Jedi now carrying her seemed to be doing so out of duty. Perhaps she was as little his type as he was hers. Ah well, he was pretty cute - and most importantly, her ploy had seemed to work in that the Jedi had certainly been distracted.
Unfortunately, it was now only the one Jedi. He was carrying her to the nearest med droid service, at her request, leaving the other three to return to their Master. She hoped it was enough to give Siralai the window she needed to figure a way out of this mess. The Jedi stepped over a log and she took the opportunity to shift her weight, throwing him off balance. She squeaked, clinging to his neck as though fearful of the ground. Maybe she could slow this guy down a little further by being difficult...
Her butt hit the dirt.
"I see now. A game is it?" The lightsaber illuminated the space between then. "What is the purpose of your deceit? Thievery? An ambush?"
Neva, against her better judgment, made a rude gesture with her hands and bolted into the underbrush, the Jedi trampling after her. Well, at least she could keep this one busy just a little while longer...
She was all too well aware that she was walking on thin ice. Sure, she had milked the whole damsel in distress thing perhaps just a little too much. She'd cried and yelled when they moved the rocks, claiming her leg was shattered. The young Jedi now carrying her seemed to be doing so out of duty. Perhaps she was as little his type as he was hers. Ah well, he was pretty cute - and most importantly, her ploy had seemed to work in that the Jedi had certainly been distracted.
Unfortunately, it was now only the one Jedi. He was carrying her to the nearest med droid service, at her request, leaving the other three to return to their Master. She hoped it was enough to give Siralai the window she needed to figure a way out of this mess. The Jedi stepped over a log and she took the opportunity to shift her weight, throwing him off balance. She squeaked, clinging to his neck as though fearful of the ground. Maybe she could slow this guy down a little further by being difficult...
Her butt hit the dirt.
"I see now. A game is it?" The lightsaber illuminated the space between then. "What is the purpose of your deceit? Thievery? An ambush?"
Neva, against her better judgment, made a rude gesture with her hands and bolted into the underbrush, the Jedi trampling after her. Well, at least she could keep this one busy just a little while longer...
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Arksynn and Reyth
He hadn't needed to guess where Reyth was. They had a connection through the Force, for better or for worse, but at the moment it was convenient. The boy belted up the stairs and swung around the doorway to yell in her general direction.
"Hey, some Jedi are here to kill us...I mean, you, but we're going to stop them. Gotta get back to Master Pyrran now." The words were out of his mouth before he thought about what they might mean to everyone in the room. He was gone just as quickly as he arrived, leaving not one, but two bombs in the room.
Reyth blinked at the empty doorway. He couldn't have meant that the way it sounded. 'Master' Pyrran? He couldn't have formally asked... At that point, the emotions of the room suddenly became apparent. Of course. The Jedi coming to kill her. Turning to Rossi, she gestured briskly, indicating that she'd like to be armed when the time came for confrontation.
He hadn't needed to guess where Reyth was. They had a connection through the Force, for better or for worse, but at the moment it was convenient. The boy belted up the stairs and swung around the doorway to yell in her general direction.
"Hey, some Jedi are here to kill us...I mean, you, but we're going to stop them. Gotta get back to Master Pyrran now." The words were out of his mouth before he thought about what they might mean to everyone in the room. He was gone just as quickly as he arrived, leaving not one, but two bombs in the room.
Reyth blinked at the empty doorway. He couldn't have meant that the way it sounded. 'Master' Pyrran? He couldn't have formally asked... At that point, the emotions of the room suddenly became apparent. Of course. The Jedi coming to kill her. Turning to Rossi, she gestured briskly, indicating that she'd like to be armed when the time came for confrontation.