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Lianna Mal Pannis
Feb 21st, 2007, 09:52:51 AM
OOC- This is closed but if interested, contact either myself or Adia Issors.

A Neutron Star-class Cruiser touched down in the landing dock on Cato Neimoidia and the 200+ passengers began to file out in an orderly fashion. Three passengers broke away from the main group since no luggage required to be picked up, and headed off the main streets into the side ones. As they rounded the corner, one took pause to scan the area visually but she was also reaching out with her feelings through the Force. The last time she had been here, trouble had fallen into their lap in the name of Ridwan Vars. They could not afford any other mishap this time around.

Lianna hugged her robes tightly, satisfied that the emotions surrounding the area were not directed towards them in a dangerous or too curious of a fashion. She resumed walking, only falling several yards back from Adia and their Rebel friend, who's name was Luelia. She was taking them to another transport that would bring them into Bothan space and then directly to the Rebel Fleet.

Her mind should have been focused on the present and arriving safely to their destination, but Lianna's feelings were clouding her judgment. They were still on Coruscant and with her mother. Already her heart ached, yearning to still be having that picnic. But that line of thought inevitably ran into the uncertainty that was the future. Lise still had doubts whether or not to tell Miranda, her sister the Moff, of her twin sister's existence. That was the most disconcerting news that was learned on their trip here. Miranda had taken the oath of office as Moff of the Doldur system. It seemed that her sister's influence and power was amassing quickly. It only gave her concerns more credit. She did not like her fate decided upon where her sister's loyalties lay the strongest. Was it with her family? Or ... the Empire?

She would have to be strong in the upcoming months and place her faith in the Force. Everything happens for a reason.

Adia Issoris
Feb 21st, 2007, 08:52:24 PM
Lianna had become more brooding as they neared Cato Neimoidia again. The difference from her normal placid bearing was subtle, but discernible for Adia, who had been with the Jedi every day for the better part of six months. Adia was not sure if the disquiet had been caused by her encounter with her mother, or Ridwan's seemingly suicidal departure into Coruscant's concrete wilderness. She glanced over her shoulder at the Jedi, the only person Adia trusted right now.

Lianna had told Adia that Luelia was sincere, but Jedi were not perfect and could be fooled. Years of field experience went against Lianna, but so far, the Jedi seemed to be right. Adia would not let her guard down. Adia's step slowed to let Lianna catch up. Luelia cast a glance at the former Imperial, but said nothing when Adia silently placed an arm around the Jedi's shoulder and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring Lianna back to the present.

“We can talk later.” She tried to smile reassuringly, but her eyes said straighten up, be sharp.

Lianna Mal Pannis
Feb 22nd, 2007, 01:39:41 PM
Lianna's far away mind was jolted back to the present when she felt the comforting arm of Adia wrap around her shoulder. Her friend was trying to be understanding but there were people still out there looking for them. Their lives were still in danger and she had to be mindful of the present. The Jedi knew this already, but her training had failed her. Her friend had not.

A narrow smile came, appreciative for the gentle reminder. "Thank you."

The two of them returned on either side of Luelia who really did not know what to make of that exchange. She had been working with the Rebellion for over two years now and had never met the likes of a Jedi, or for that matter a Hand. Any that had met one of the Emperor's elite assassins never lived long enough to tell the tale. As for the Jedi, she was expecting someone more ... older. The Alliance often found people of Lianna's age who were Force sensitive, but not trained as a full fledged Jedi Knight. Of course, that was only one mystery that surrounded the girl. The other was her heritage and why the Tarkins let her go. Luelia figured it was the obvious but her gut told her something else was up. Nothing was ever easy and no one made you become a Jedi.

Lianna felt questions building around the Rebel again. She knew they were directed at her, but there was nothing she could do about it to ease the curiosity. Not yet at least. The Jedi would just have to get used to it for more of it was sure to come in the near future. "Where are we meeting your contact?"

The Rebel pointed off into the distance past the bridge. "We'll be taking a shuttle over the river to a small bar called the Thirsty Minke. We'll be meeting him there."

Adia Issoris
Feb 25th, 2007, 11:16:56 AM
The ferry shuttle was an attractive, large covered floating deck. The flexible, ribbed top looked more like an overgrown tent than a proper roof. It was rather public. While not as vibrant and wealthy as it had been before the Clone Wars, it was not a poor world by any means. Neimoidians were a proud people. Even though the ferry was starting to wear, it gleamed and was well maintained. Adia slipped her hands into her pockets and looked idle and touristy.

What kind of name was “Thirsty Minke”? Adia though as they boarded the shuttle. She kept an eye on everyone, but casually, pretending to look around and be a tourist. “Ooh ahh, look at the detail on the railing and the local patrol who's steps I have just timed and the location of the public comms and...”

It turned out the Thirsty Minke wasn't a dive, but a rather nice establishment. Exotic red woods formed most of the inside of the building. Light was carefully funneled inside with fiber optic collectors with variable resistance, giving the whole place a warm, even glow. It was inviting, and it put Adia on guard more than usual. Why here?

Grym Kandle
Feb 28th, 2007, 12:02:25 AM
CRACK

The body slumped for a brief moment before Grym's gloved hands caught it underneath its arms with his hands and slowly eased the now dead man into the corner, assuming the casual look of someone asleep. It was a wonder of society in how one person would be ignored so easily. They'd eventually stumble over the corpse but by then, his identity would belong to only a few that were alive to say anything about it, and they'd be far and few between indeed. Not that there had been that many to start off with.

Cadlin Uvrora had been good at sabaac and tailing people. Supposedly. His drinking buddy, Wolmar the "Snare", wasn't good at sabaac and was much better at just following Cadlin around instead of tailing the prey himself and then following up by, for the most part, catching the prey. Together they made an excellent team; wonderful scouts within the ranks of Black Sun.

Too bad they worked for the wrong side of the Sun. Grym had caught up to Wolmar several days ago. The squidhead just couldn't keep his comms back to another Black Sun informant quiet for some reason because Grym followed them to the informant, and then to Wolmar with almost no difficulty. Wolmar, in the face of death, being Grym, had shared something in common with Cadlin in that they both talked profusely under the pretense that they might make a profit, such as continuing to live, from it. The informant on the other hand wouldn't have been an informant if he could snap so easily. They all died, it was only the informant that had made any good business out of it for himself. The informant would be missed but people died all the time. Accidents happened, and Grym was supposedly not even on this side of the galaxy. Grym Kandle, the Death Merchant of Vigo Sasseri, who had an ongoing vendetta with Bambi Maddox was skulking about Coruscant, maintaining a steady traffic of glitterstim and waiting to stab Maddox in her remaining eye.

Kandle smiled at the irony under his mask as he melded into the crowd of people outside the alley.

Interesting. The Thirsty Minke? A Black Sun contact within the Rebel Alliance is not surprising and this had been a spur of the moment call to Cadlin. The informants on Sorsha's side had reeled with the light but pressing ripple in the chain of command to 'mention if seen.' Seen what? Seen someone who remarkably resembles Miranda Tarkin? Why is this so important? It is obviously an oddball with a curve and I am on so much glitterstim at the moment, I don't even know where the Thirsty Minke is, but I do know.

Grym, upon discovering from the Cadlin that there were approximately 10 other 'feelers' in the area, closing on this poster girl look-a-like, had checked his odds and gladly, lovingly, endearingly injected three vials of the substance into his blood stream while he had finished his conversation with the dead man.

I close my eyes for only a moment and the rush of green stars, the black and emerald butterflies, all turn slowly in one direction and I follow. Opening my eyes, I'm sure more than ever I'm heading in the right direction. I had Miranda Tarkin's face in mind, I'd seen her at a party once. I don't forget the faces of people I kill, am killing, will kill, might kill... Three vials, that hits the spot. I almost want another one. Thirsty Minke... I'd be there soon. I'd be there late.

Lianna Mal Pannis
Mar 2nd, 2007, 06:43:42 PM
Lianna raised a quizzical brow at the rather public and crowded establishment. The Jedi could not enter at all since the odds of being spotted practically quadrupled.

"I'm not sure what your friend had in mind in choosing this place, but hiding in plain sight will not work with me." She looked towards Adia, who shared her feelings on the matter. "I'll make myself scarce nearby."

She plucked a pair of mirror shades from her friend's jacket pocket and slipped them on. "Blending in as a tourist will be safer."

The Jedi tightened the robes around her body and made certain that the hood covered as much of her features as possible. "I'll monitor your progress through the Force. If anything happens, I won't be too far away."

Adia Issoris
Mar 2nd, 2007, 09:39:09 PM
Adia frowned a little. Why were they in such a public place for the exchange? It could have just as easily been done in one of the back alleys they had walked through.

She nodded at Lianna. She did not have the luxury of anything but the most subtle and hidden appearance. The shades would hide her eyes and some of her face. In a way, Adia suspected the Jedi would be safer out in the open, under her cloak, behind the shades, being a tourist.

Adia, meanwhile, followed the supposed Rebel agent inside the Thirsty Minke. Her trust for Luelia was fraying thinner by the second, but followed her to the far corner of the bar. She pulled the hood of her cloak off as she sat, and looked at the smaller woman, who wanted the bartender's attention, who seemed to be purposely ingnoring them.

Adia's eyes narrowed, and went back to looking around the room. She wondered if she was being too paranoid. Tired of the wait after a minute, she raised an arm. If the bartender continued to ignore them, she was going to put him through his liquor shelf.

"Hello, excuse me?" Adia said in a tone opposite her annoyance. She sounded rather pleasant and warm. The bartender came over, and didn't even ask what she wanted.

"Red hyperspanner. Please."

Grym Kandle
Mar 17th, 2007, 12:00:19 PM
Grym silently slid over the edge of the rooftop, his boots made with environmental dampeners that prevented any sound from being made as they ran along the last rung of the ladder he had been climbing. Grym had caught a brief glimpse of a reflection of the sunlight from the top of this building when he had been across the street. At first, he had believed it to be the scope of a sniper rifle but now, from much closer up, the man who was still unware of the hooded figure behind him was peering down at the street with electrobinoculars. They were hooked up to a datapad he had to the side of him which meant that the binoculars probably had some kind of advanced module to them.

The odds of looking up at that particular moment and catching the reflected light were slim but at this point, Grym wasn't even sure if he had actually seen the light or if the glitterstim's clairovoyance had provided as much. Either way, this man was not just idly bird watching.

The human, positioned at a corner of the building was busy scanning the area. The Thirsty Minke was just across the way and he was almost proud of himself for beating anyone else to such a nice vantage point. He scanned to the left, his datapad providing the extra information that made his job that much easier as it just took a holo of Miranda Tarkin and sought to find its duplicate in dimensions. It wasn't exact so it had room for error, but it was better than nothing.

The electrobinoculars suddenly illuminated in response to something and the datapad beeped but then-

The wind seemed to pick up, the rushing sound filled the man's ears but he didn't feel the gust of wind. He turned too late as Grym slammed into him. The mask was centimeters away, that blood red jewel of an eye level with his as his limbs were rendered useless. Upon impact, Grym had struck the man several times at specific pressure points and within the following seconds, the man was bound and gagged.

Grym knew virtually nothing of the man or specifically why he was up here but he took the liberty to find out. Tapping upon the datapad awoke the screen and Grym wasn't all that surprised to see a readout of Tarkin and uploaded dimensions to the binoculars. And the datapad said that a match had been made. Had they already identified her? Or had it just been another 'coincidence' that Grym had decided to act the moment the mark had been made and prevented this one from calling it in? But that meant she was actually out there, as well.

Adia Issoris
Apr 1st, 2007, 10:39:09 PM
Adia's fingers drummed rhythmically against the polished wooden bar top. Her neatly trimmed nails did not extend beyond the tips of her fingers, but had just enough edge to make noise. Clack clack clack. If they were playing at a code or procedure, Lueila was not letting on. Adia wanted to throttle both of them. Why was she so angry about the whole affair? Adia realized that her emotions were getting the better of her. She took a long, deep breath and forced her body to come down from the edge of adrenaline. It was nice outside. Adia gave up on the drink and marched out of the bar. She didn't trust the Rebel agent at all. She glanced back over her shoulder at Luelia, shot her a nasty look, and then went back out the door.

“Loathsome bartender.” Adia snarled under her breath. In the distance, Lianna appeared to be busying herself with the view. The redhead straightened. She could smell him before seeing him. He stank of glitterstim and a body so chemically out of whack that he no longer smelled human. Instead of reaching for her blaster, Adia ran her fingers through her hair. Stim junkies made her skin crawl. He was around... somewhere upwind. There was a steady breeze across the wide river. He could be anywhere within a half mile. Adia settled in next to Lianna and leaned against the railing.

“Someone is on a lot of stims nearby.” Lianna remained immobile. Adia headed back inside, hoping that Luelia had done something positive. She sat across from a Rodian, each had a drink, and the decency to get her Red Hydrospanner.

Luelia introduced them.

“Kandu, this is Aydee.” Kandu gestured that Adia should sit. She smiled politely and did. Kandu was a freighter pilot and trader, who claimed to only move legitimate goods. Information, too. If Luelila was selling them out, she was going through a lot of trouble.

Lianna Mal Pannis
Apr 10th, 2007, 05:02:35 PM
Lianna had found a quiet little place against the durasteel fence, a perfect little perch to watch the Fenge River. It was low during this time of year and a poor tourist could plunge to their deaths quite easily. Several local law enforcers diligently walked the strip to make certain that did not occur.

This was a good place, the Jedi decided. It was the first time in so many weeks that she did not think upon her mother or sister. She was able to focus inward and connect with the Force, quieting her questions and believing in the path set before her, wherever it may lead.

A subtle shift in the Force told the Jedi that Adia was coming towards her. Not enough time had passed to secure passage, and her friends was fuming. She did not trust the Rebel woman at all, but soon her distrust quieted upon approach.

It was a comfort to either of them to have the other near.

“Someone is on a lot of stims nearby.”

Her brows furrowed and said nothing. This was not quite what she thought their conversation would have steered to. But if there was someone high on stims, the people around here were in danger. Lianna would have to do be vigilant.

Grym Kandle
Apr 26th, 2007, 07:59:32 PM
But why would Tarkin be here? And where are the Imps? She's something else kind of important now, isn't she? A Moff doesn't get to just trot about without any kind of bodyguard, and even in disguise, Grym was sure he could've picked 'em out by now.

And see, the guy across the way there, the one with the triangle shaped scar over his left eye and the short dreadlocks for hair. He was headed towards Tarkin with intent but he had nothing close of a resemblance to even an Imp in disguise. There was a cruel sloppiness to his gait that Grym was all too familiar with in the underworld and beyond that everloving smell of glitterstim that seemed to fill his very being, he picked up the scent of something even beyond Tarkin. It smelled like a rat, his senses rendering it more blatantly as TREASON. If one could actually smell that, Grym gave no doubt that on glitterstim, it was possible.

This was all too convenient, the oppurtunities were numerous but Grym was not a spot light player. Even now, Tarkin was staring off into the crowd, searching for something behind mirrored shades, but not at him. Mirrored shades. He couldn't see her eyes but he could see her searching. Grym considered intervening, the matter of treason raising an ethical dilemma in Grym but then again, Tarkin was a politician. When was treason not following in her footsteps? And who was Grym to think he could even intervene? All he wanted to do was keep the other half of Black Sun from getting its hand on high priced merchandise. And triangle eye over there was closing in from the other side of Tarkin beside the river's edge. She could see him coming? Her hidden sniper body guards were going to tell her about him, right?

If he doesn't get her, Kandu will.

Who the dren is Kandu?

The Echani teaching that all questions were actually simple answers when given time nagged at the back of Grym's mind as he broke into a run, parting the crowd and making a bee line towards Tarkin, only because the dead walking was maybe fifteen meters and closing on the other side of her.

Adia Issoris
Apr 30th, 2007, 09:44:24 PM
Adia knocked back a finally delivered drink. It burned going down, and reminded her that no one here was to be trusted. Luelila wasn't selling them out, but her pilot buddy had less allegiance to her than she let on. He looked too comfortable, and he smiled too much when Adia got her drink.

The drink wasn't just alcohol. There were fast acting psychotropics in there, and Adia had about 3 minutes to get rid of them.

“I'm... sorry.” A pained look crossed her face. Adia bolted. She shoved patrons aside as she clawed to the door, and then flattened a gran when she shoved the door open. On her way to fencing she knocked another three people over. Adia relaxed her stomach and hit the fence. Her stomach compressed, her esophagus opened and ready, and she heaved. Well processed remnants of breakfast came out along with the drugged drink.

Bile. It was one of the worst flavors in the galaxy. She wanted desperately to cleanse her pallet. Instead, she slowly wiped her mouth with a cloth from her shirt pocket.

She took two steps forward and a man crashed headlong into her. She twisted. Her forearm deflected the hidden vibroblade as they tumbled to the ground. He came down first, with Adia on top, her left fist dug itself into him just below the wrist. A gasp of pain escaped his lips. Adia rolled to her left, knocking the blade away. It slid beneath the railing into the river below.

“Wassamatta with you.” The words came off, slurred. She bounced to her feet and stumbled a little.

“Lookshere.” She said, her accent becoming more of the traditional Coruscanti, but hopelessly blurred by the supposed effects of alcohol. He reached for his boot with a practiced, quick motion. He began to draw a holdout blaster with his left hand. Adia pounced, and stomped her wide boot heel into his hand. His finger was crushed away from the trigger. His hand met the ground with terrible cracks as bones crushed and ligaments popped.

“You bloody rotten stupid piece of...” Adia said as she picked up the man by the shoulders. A low growl filled her throat. With sudden violence, he was jerked upward, to nearly the full extension of her arms, and then back down, as if she were flicking a sheet across a bed. A horrid crack and thud followed. Adia had not killed him, but certainly had knocked him out cold and generated a need for facial reconstruction.

The smell of glitterstim flooded over her. It was leaking out of someone's pores. Like with many smells, and especially after the dose of bile, it was uncooperative.

Lianna Mal Pannis
May 11th, 2007, 07:15:23 PM
Everything happened so fast. Her senses warned her of danger and was made aware of the stim crazed man running towards her. Lianna had thought her covered blown, forced to defend herself. But Adia's well timed entrance saved her from that.

Her friend was sick. She could smell the bile but even that couldn't stop the former Hand from manhandling the scum. It wasn't pretty. In fact, the sound of bones breaking were like glass breaking. The crunch was sick.

Lianna went to her friend's side and placed a hand upon her shoulder. Adia felt her head become clearer and sharper. The Jedi was no master in the art of healing, but she was good enough to alleviate some of symptoms that Adia were experiencing.

"Are you all right? What happened?" The questions were spoken in a whisper because of the spectators. In fact, some were heading in their direction to help. Lianna noticed one in particular. The mask he wore caused him to stand out. Either way, this was no good.

Grym Kandle
May 15th, 2007, 08:14:45 PM
Wow. That was pretty intense. She'd barely skipped a stride from taking out the exact person Grym had been not too far from removing himself. Coincidence?

No.

Dren. And now they were both looking at him and the real coincidence of the situation, how it was all playing out now, just wasn't going very well. Was that unfortunate fellow Kandu?

No.

Dren. This wasn't gonna get any easier. Did it ever? Grym didn't give himself time to get the rejection he knew was coming to that question. They couldn't see that he was staring at him. For all they knew, he was just like any of the others watching as this woman seemingly snapped that man's neck. Grym could tell she hadn't killed him though. Interesting.

Grym turned to enter another door to the... fine establishment and noted two people, a Rodian and a female arguing, as if they were supposed to be something important to him.

Kandu.

Which one? Grym couldn't tell but it seemed to him like he had very little time to make any kind of action with Miranda Tarkin and that puking powerhouse of a woman at his back. The chaos and pace of this whole ordeal gave him the notion that he could've really just done with a stimstick and some shade. Just holding a stim between his fingers, alone, and away from everyone seemed relaxing. Too bad.

The two were squabbling over something, Grym still couldn't make it out in the mumble jumble of the crowd inside, although really wishing he could. He wasn't so sure he needed to anymore when the Rodian drew a blaster and started to make his way out when the woman caught his other wrist and yanked him back and Grym only caught one word, a name.

Sorsha.

Dren.

The Echani martial arts style said many interesting things about many interesting topics that Grym was more than confident he could still now pull out of his mind somehow after having it literally beaten into him by his old master. There was a lot about choices and how they affected everything, each choice resulting in a consequence that could be seen like a ripple effect among the river of reality and the flow of time. Grym, in his heightened state was allowed to ponder the possible ripples of the action he deemed to fit the situation.

But there were people, entering from other exits, that Grym could see for what they truly were. Kandle would think most would title them the bad guys, but then Grym killed people for a job, well, he thought he had been trying to retire from it. Funny enough, it was like an addiction that just kept coming back for more. And they were staring at Kandu like they were expecting something to already have happened. They looked impatient. This was almost too unproffessional for Grym's sake. Just a grab and go job like that? In the middle of this place? What about the people who wanted to play 'hero'? Oh, they had weapons, because that didn't draw enough attention when they were drawn. They had to have the local militia paid off or something. And there were more than he expected really, maybe ten if he was differentiating the crowd well enough.

This was a lot of trouble for kidnapping Miranda Tarkin, wasn't it?

Adia Issoris
May 21st, 2007, 07:58:42 PM
Adia heard the blaster go off through the opened door. Things had just gone sour.
She had to protect Navaria and figure out what was going on in the bar. Adia gritted her teeth.

“No, someone spiked my drink.” She growled. “Hallucinogens.” And this masked motherfreller was so doped up on stims she could smell it through the bile. She'd seen the motions, the subtle movements of Echani training before. It was evident in the way he stood, the way he stepped, the way he observed. He was dangerous. His being here was not a pure coincidence. Adia heard Luelia yell in the calamity between the blasts, and heard a Rodian squeel as something uncomfortable was hit.

Adia waded through the crowd into the bar. Navaria could take care of herself, but Luelia didn't have the same advantages. Another dumb, arrogant Rodian with his back to a door.

She punched him in the spine between the shoulderblades. The nervous cluster she hit caused Kandu to involuntarily jerk his hands, and thus the blaster, skyward. Adia brought her knee to his ribs and broke several of them. It was an effective way of disarming him.

Lianna Mal Pannis
May 26th, 2007, 10:43:50 AM
Lianna couldn't risk using her Jedi abilities to aid her friend. However, she refused to sit back and watch as Adia fight the Rodian alone. There could be more hostiles inside the bar.

It was as if her thought were a cue and several other ruffians entered the bar and began to surround the red head.

Frell!!!

She was in a precarious position. Her identity might be compromised when, not if, the fight broke out. But it was her duty to uphold the Jedi teachings no matter the personal cost. She would not abandon her friend to fight alone. Lianna would just have to be subtle.

The Jedi broke through the crowd and came up behind the Duro holding a heavy blaster rifle. It looked as if she were hitting a nerve cluster in the back of his neck, but the Jedi merely put him to sleep.

Picking up the rifle, she aimed at a goon, another Rodian. "Adia! GET DOWN!"

And opened fired. Her shot hit him squarely in the chest, taking him down. She rolled for cover behind one of the booths, just fast enough to avoid the concentrated blaster fire that came her way.

Grym Kandle
Jun 6th, 2007, 02:17:55 PM
Two men that stood beside Grym raised their rifles and opened fire upon Miranda as soon as she threw herself behind a booth. Grym wasn't too sure if they were tactically efficient enough to be knowlingly laying down suppressive fire or anything but he wasn't going to underestimate them just yet. They were too focused on Tarkin anyways.

He made one step, closing the distance between him and the closest rifleman. The human turned his eye towards the masked visage of Grym in momentary shock; their sudden proximity between each other was obviously a little discomforting given the situation. From beneath Grym's robes, one hand flew out like a knifeblade and slammed into the corner where his jaw met the ear. The other hand fluidly slipped around the frame of the rifle and jerked it violently. The force of the first blow, the following impact of the rifle butt into the man's chest, and the subtly placed foot, all threw him to the ground in a crumpled heap. Grym used the momentum of the rifle to brink it back on the Duros who was just now starting to react. Time seemed to move so slowly in a glitterstim high.

The rifle muzzle rammed into the Duros' temple. The head snapped to the side and the body shifted, giving way to the Duros' stability as Grym kicked him in the knee at the wrong angle. The leg twisted and bone suddenly split out from skin and through the material of the jumpsuit. The Duros began to cry out but the stock of the rifle came around again and hit the back of the Duros' skull.

This all occured in roughly four to five seconds. Grym took another breath and turned, leveling the rifle's sights. Two others firing at Tarkin slumped to the ground with blaster holes marking their face and one turning on the red head took a blaster bolt to the throat. Kandle exhaled with ease as he brought another target into the crosshairs.

Adia Issoris
Jun 12th, 2007, 10:05:34 PM
Adia collapsed over Luelila, shielding her from the blaster fire. Adia had light armor, but at this range, wouldn't do very much. The whole bar lit up with blaster fire. Most in panic, some were to kill them. She rolled over the Alliance agent and pulled her into a booth for cover as most focused fire on the more obviously armed Lianna. She noted that the rebel had drawn her own weapon, and that the table was bolted to the floor.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and focused on the sources of blaster fire. She placed each shooter in the room as the firefight continued. Adia gripped the table support and lifted away from the wall. For a moment, it didn't budge, except for a barley discernible creak from the bolts. Adia grunted, and the bolt heads snapped. The contents of the table slid away toward the center of the establishment. The Hand popped over the table and opened fire at two of Lianna's oppressors. She disappeared back behind the new cover and heard a pair of bodies crumple. Bolts sizzled into the tabletop and wall as the remaining ambushers returned fire.

“Get the one on our right.” She whispered to Luelia, who nodded. Adia holstered her blaster. She would need both hands. The tabled hovered an inch off the floor for a moment, and then jerked into the open. It exposed Adia to fire from their right. Luelia leveled her blaster and shot the Gran square between the eyes and snout while he tried to shoot down Adia, who charged and let the table fly. Lianna dove away while the table careened into the remaining gunman and Grym.

They ran out of the rear of the building, into an empty alleyway. Their feet pounded the ground through the maze that made up the commercial district's alleys. Nearly a click later, they stopped. Luelia was panting hard. She put her hands on her head. Lianna's breath was a bit short, too, while Adia did breathe in deeply, it was not under the same strain.

“Damn.” Luelia said, and leaned against the wall. Adia nodded in agreement. Lianna looked concerned. After all, they did have to find the Alliance, and then find the rest of the Jedi.

“We need another way off planet.” Lianna said.

“I'd prefer if I did not have to borrow any Imperial equipment.” Adia added.

“That wasn't our only lead. It just turned out to be a very bad one.” Luelia said between breaths.

“Now, we can visit an old tapcafe, and they'll have just the people we need to see.”