Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?! [Tali/Kar] - CLOSED

[Rabbit]

Continuation of: Healing Knows No Allegiance

OY DIRE! ---> Kar'eth Par'jain <---

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Kar crouched down in the underbrush that framed the edge of the jungle. He could hear the jetti breathing heavily behind him and as the Miralukan medic blankly faced the southern-most gate to base, all he could think was:

What the flaming Nine Corellian Hells am I doing?

The young medic tried his best not to think about what would happen to him if he was caught in such a blatantly compromising position. He had gone out for a morning run, only to run into a stranded - and wounded - female Jedi. Somehow, Kar didn't imagine that a defense of his actions built on his upbringing as an Alderaanian doctor's son would do him much good. Unfortunately, his aruetti upbringing was completely to blame.

If there was anything he had ever learned from his father, it was this:

"All life is precious."

As a medic - Mandalorian or not - Kar couldn't justify leaving the Jedi alone in the jungle to bleed death. Or, worse, to face a contingent of fully-armed Mandalorian scouts, when she clearly didn't have a sporting chance in Manda.

The whole situation had actually landed Kar in the middle of an interesting internal crisis. Did he first honor his loyalties to clan and Mand'alor? Or did he first honor his own moral compass?

I guess, if nothing else, this shows my default setting in a crisis, Kar sighed to himself as he considered the gates as best he could through his Force Sight.

He couldn't deny the core tenants of his personal code of honor. He simply couldn't. Jettise or not.

And at the end of the day, wasn't that what being Mandalorian meant? Obeying one's own code of honor - rest of the galaxy or clan be damned?

Tay would have told him "yes." Kar chewed on his bottom lip and wondered if anyone alive and breathing would agree.

Besides the Jedi that currently depended on him to live, of course.

Speaking of the jetti...

"Hey," Kar slithered away from the edge of the jungle and turned his face toward his reluctant companion. "I can probably get you onto the base. But, you'll have to trust me."

The young medic searched the woman's imprint in the Force carefully for any sign of her emotional state, or her true thoughts. Kar was trying his best to respect the jetti's privacy and not "feel her up" empathicaly (so to speak). But, a plan was forming the Miralukan's head. And it was imperative that the jetti trust him.

Both of their lives would depend on it.

[Dire Wolf]

Tali's pride couldn't help but feel a little hut as the man picked her up and carried her off over his shoulders like some kind of dead animal. Though she said nothing, knowing that all of her natural speed was hampered by the wounds she'd sustained in the crash, and she couldn't escape on her own two feet. A little hurt pride is better than death. Much better.

Once they'd gotten away from the area, he'd set Tali down so she could gimp of her own volition. Which is what she did, and proudly, all the way to the brush in front of the gate. Pain wracked her side, her legs, and pretty much every inch of her body as she knelt down beside the miralukan man. She let the man move up ahead to scout out, as it were, and soon enough he'd returned. Alone. Part of her still distrusted him... and that very part of her got a little scared when he spoke. "Trust you?" the Republic and the Mandalorians were at war, and the mandalorians hated jedi. Or, they did as far as she knew. "There.... there has to be some other way, Kar'eth. Another ship. One that doesn't involve me sneaking into a mandalorian shipyard wounded and weaponless..."

Tali had since moved to lean against the tree, enjoying the small bit of comfort that not standing up on your own. A sudden wave of weariness overtook her as she sat back against the hard bark, her fiery head leaning against it. Maybe it was a good idea to just sit somewhere and rest, even if it was just for a few moments. Her powers needed time to mend her body, after all, and they hadn't gotten it with all of the running around she'd been doing.

Her eyes were almost shut when they snapped open, remembering that she wasn't alone. A mandalorian was right there with her, and a male one at that. She couldn't sleep, not just yet anyways.... she'd have plenty of time for that on the ship. Wearily, the woman looked up at Kar'eth and furrowed her borw a little.

"What... is the plan?"

[Rabbit]

"There.... there has to be some other way, Kar'eth. Another ship. One that doesn't involve me sneaking into a Mandalorian shipyard wounded and weaponless..."

The Mandalorian medic ran his fingers through his thick hair and pushed a sigh of exasperation through his teeth. Even though he only had a half-baked plan at best, he had hoped for a better reaction.

Knew he wasn't going to get it. But had hoped all the same.

"There's a town on the other side of the base. But, trust me, you won't find anything bigger than a swoop bike. Anything capable of inter-planetary transportation is on this base," he turned a bit and jerked his chin toward the walled compound behind them. "Mand'alor is pretty thorough. One of the first actions he took, was to lock down most starships and freighters to bases or places with a strong military presence."

The medic could sense her irritation, her frustration, and her fear. He was hesitant to reach out to her, though - at some level, her status as a Jedi intimidated him. Among Mandalorians, he was rare, in his ability to understand and use the Force. He also understood enough to know that his gifts were paltry next to a Jedi's. He'd heard of Miralukan Jedi who could command the Force at such a level that they were able to read. He knew how to use the Force to survive, to function, and to keep others alive. But, her certainly wasn't capable of squashing enemies like flies in his wake.

And even though Tali was bloodied, exhausted, and wounded, Kar could instinctively sense that she could make his life exceedingly unpleasant if he pushed her too far.

After a moment, though, she seemed to relax - though Kar suspected that had more to do with her sheer physical exhaustion than anything else. The medic in him yearned for his kit - she needed something for her pain and something to knock her out so she could rest without waking for at least a good 24 hours. Unfortunately, circumstances had robbed them both of such luxuries.

Her tired voice finally interjected his thoughts and Kar immediately focused the force of his attention on her weary form.

"What... is the plan?"

Oh, she's not going to like this, he almost winced at the thought.

"Nothing fancy, to be honest. But, if I'm the one to show up at the base gate with you slung over my shoulder like a bagged catch, then it'll be a lot easier to appropriate a ship from the flight line."

He paused and realized that he probably needed to explain himself a little better than that. He sighed ruefully and paused only long enough to slap an insect of the blood-sucking variety that had suddenly taken interest in his bared chest.

"My plan is this - to go in and give you up as a prisoner. I know the guards on duty right now and I know who's officer in charge of the base for the next 24 hours. I can probably convince the Captain to detain you for questioning, rather than killing you right on the spot and a few hours in the cooler might actually do you some good," he gently pushed against her arm with the Force, to make his point.

"I'd bet my medkit that the OIC will probably contact the Mand'alor for his permission to interrogate you. That'll take several hours, at least, since...well...we don't have an interrogator on base at the moment," his lips twisted wryly. "So, the Force is with you there. You'll probably be left alone for most of the day and I can figure out the next part of the plan."

Kar paused and slowly admitted the hardest part of the plan -

"Night is the best cover for the flight line. And I'll need a few hours to find out how to bypass the security codes."

And, that's it, he added silently to himself. Kar hoped like dar'yaim that she'd buy it - otherwise, they were both in a whole lot of osik.

[Dire Wolf]

The woman was liking her position less and less as time drew on. Part of her knew where the blind mandalorian was going, but the greater part refused to believe it until the words fell from his lips. As such, her heart sank when she heard him say that there was nothing beyond a swoop bike outside of the gates of the military compound. "There's nothing?" she heard herself ask, the disappointment obvious in her voice.

Her eyes were just beginning to slide shut once again when he told her the plan that he had cooked up in the short amount of time he'd been given. "... over my shoulder like a bagged catch..." Woke her right up. Her crimson eyes were wide with disbelief as he proceeded to tell her the rest. But stopped pretty much at "... figure out the next part..." "Are you serious? I'm a Jedi Knight. I'm no coward, but I'm far from stupid. I would hesitate before trying to break out of a mandalorian base if I were fully healthy, but wounded..."

She sighed and past the foliage at the gate, knowing full well that this was likely her only chance at getting back to her people. It was either this, or learn mando'a and pretend to be a vode for a very long time. After a few moments, those blood red eyes slid back up the length of the man's body, to meet his eyes. Her voice took the stoic tone of the jedi, as she did her best to hide her weariness and fear, "very well. But one hint of treachery, and many of your people will die." A wounded beast she may have been, but the wounded beast with its back to the wall fights all the harder. It was never good when that wounded beast was a powerful telekinetic.

She held the stoic facade for a few moments before dropping it, and actually allowing her emotions to be worn on her sleeve for a few moments. "Thank you, Kar'eth. Some republic citizens wouldn't have helped me this much, let alone a mandalorian. If... we survive this, you'll have my gratitude. And your culture a little bit more respect, at least in the eyes of this Jedi."

The woman picked herself up slowly, as to not hurt herself, and leaned heavily against the tree. "It'd be smart for you to knock me out, Kar'eth. I doubt they'd believe you if you walked up with anything but a comatose jedi over your shoulder. That or wound me a bit more." Yep. She was terrified, which was likely why she was allowing this. Tali always had an odd reaction to fear.

She was afraid of heights, so she began to climb buildings. She was afraid of drowning, so she jumped in a lake. She was afraid of spiders, so she crushed one. Now she's afraid of being locked in a cell, so she throws herself in one owned by the fiercest warriors in the galaxy.

[Rabbit]

"Are you serious? I'm a Jedi Knight. I'm no coward, but I'm far from stupid. I would hesitate before trying to break out of a Mandalorian base if I were fully healthy, but wounded..."

Kar winced....he couldn't blame her. Not really. She had every right to be upset and more than a little misgiving about his half-cocked plan. Haran...if their roles were reversed and he was stranded at her mercy, he'd be just as suspicious.

The problem was, he couldn't think of anything better. They had to get on base. And they had to steal a ship, if she had any chance of getting out in one piece.

They were a fine pickle, that was for sure.

The Mandalorian frowned for a moment, trying to think of some logical argument to persuade her. Or, to goad her into thinking up a better plan.

Even he had misgivings. He couldn't fault her for her own.

So, what the jetii said next took Kar completely by surprise.

"Very well. But one hint of treachery, and many of your people will die."

If Kar had eyes, he would have blinked at her words. But, since he didn't, he merely crinkled his forehead together; his brows pulled together over his headband and he shook his head slowly.

"You're full of surprises, jetii," he thought of what to say next and merely shrugged.

He'd expected a rant, at least. A little more resistance. But, instead, she had said what she needed to say and then calmly accepted the inevitable.

He could respect that. Admire it, even.

He feel her wavering in the Force, her hard exterior of discipline and control wavering. He didn't expect it to fall completely, though.

"Thank you, Kar'eth. Some republic citizens wouldn't have helped me this much, let alone a Mandalorian. If... we survive this, you'll have my gratitude. And your culture a little bit more respect, at least in the eyes of this Jedi."

Her words were humbling and Kar had absolutely no words with which to respond. The young medic merely turned his head away and frowned softly for a moment. Her admission was touching. Humbling. He didn't know what to do with it, or what to say in response.

So, he said nothing.

She didn't seem to expect a response, though, as she struggled to get her feet solidly underneath her. Tali wasted no time lingering on her enlightening confession and moved quickly - almost too quickly - toward the practicality of their situation.

"It'd be smart for you to knock me out, Kar'eth. I doubt they'd believe you if you walked up with anything but a comatose jedi over your shoulder. That or wound me a bit more."

Kar was silent for several seconds longer. But, when he moved, he did so without warning. He didn't want to think about what he was doing and he didn't want her to prepare herself for his fist.

He was his father's son. He was Miralukan and sensitive to the sanctity of all living things. If he felt her flinch or - even worse - felt her steel herself for the inevitable, he knew wouldn't have been able to hit her.

So, he simply curled his fingers together and twisted sharply at the waist. He let the force of his hips fuel his punch and tried not to think about what he was doing when his knuckles connected sharply to the side of her jaw.

He could feel the bone give way underneath his fist. He often forgot his own strength - and there was a lot of it.

Words were impossible, given the situation. So, Kar did something he had never done with anyone before - he opened himself up so that she could feel what he felt and hear what he thought.

I'm sorry, jetii. Forgive me.

[Dire Wolf]

No sooner did she say that than the Mandalorian opened his mind up to her, allowing her mind to feel out his feelings on the matter. In that instant, she knew he wasn't lieing or trying to trick her into basically killing herself. She also realized that, for all of the warrior ethos of the mandalorians... he felt terrible. Because of this, her guard (slow as it was) dropped.

Yet again, her demeanor took a rapid shift and she looked deep into where his eyes should have been. "I... I'm sorry, Kar'et... Kar. I've treated you unfai-." She was cut off by his freakishly fast fist slamming into the side of her jaw, just below the temple. The infamous off switch for most human races. Tahlia felt no pain from the powerful strike, save the reverberations from the sudden shock.

Those eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs caved from under her, though the power of the hit sent her light and lithe body off its feet and sprawling across the deck anyways. Even as a nasty bruise began to form at the side of her face, her unconscious body had a sort of chilling beauty to it with that fiery hair spread out on the ground.

-- A few hours later--

A pair of crimson orbs slowly drifted open, able to see nothing but a great gray blur broken up by a brilliant yellow light. Her throat rumbled in a groan as she rolled over on the cot, her head feeling as if it was hit by a mack speeder. Those elegant hands wiped the blur from her eyes, and allowed the girl to see that she wasn't missing much with her eyes all blurred up. There was a mirror, a toilet, and a sink besides her rack. Nothing more. It was a little bit more spacious than she expected for a mandalorian brig, but she wasn't about to complain.

Wait. She was in the brig. That meant that she was locked into the room.

Osik.

The walls themselves seemed to groan and slowly push in on her until she couldn't breathe. Tali ran up and pushed up against the dull wall, hoping against hope to stop it from turning her into a force wielding pancake. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she gave up, unable to even slow the wall from closing in on her, and practically flew under the cot. Granted, it was an even smaller space, but her terrified mind told her that it would stop the walls from crushing her.

Even though they weren't moving.

[Rabbit]

[Prepare yourself for epicness, Dire. This is a looooong read. LOL I had a little too much fun exploring Kar's personal reactions to everything....]

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She managed to get a few words out, before she crumpled gracefully toward the ground. At least, Kar imagined she crumpled gracefully. It at least sounded like it.

"I... I'm sorry, Kar'et... Kar. I've treated you unfai-."

Oh! Her words would burn in his conscience for an eternity. He had felt her, as she had felt him. And he knew her cut-short words were honest. Sincere.

I'm getting in over my head, he couldn't help thinking, as he bent over the crumpled form and picked her up almost effortlessly from the jungle form.

She felt small in her arms, even though Kar knew instinctively that she was probably as tall as him - at least. She felt oddly...fragile...too. It wasn't the feel of her body, per se. But, something deeper. Something she hid from others when she was conscience.

"Ah, jetii...you're wounded more than you know," Kar said almost under his breath.

For a moment, he cradled her against his chest, but it wasn't exactly the most macho presentation. Not when he was supposed to saunter up to the gates and pretend that he'd caught the prize before his fellow vode.

She felt good against his skin... The Force wasn't the only way he processed the world around him. He had a powerful sense of smell, and taste, and hearing, and touch. Touch was a hard one for him. Touch brought things too close to him; brought back too many memories of things he'd rather forget.

He had always liked Mandalorian armor, for the way it insulated from the rest of the world. But, he wasn't wearing armor now. And it was a strange thing to feel a woman in his arms.

A strange and not unpleasant thing, indeed.

The feel of her hair against his bicep made him realize that his shirt was still in her possession. The young medic sighed - the guards had seen him slip out to run with a shirt on. It would look suspicious enough for him to emerge from the jungle without it on.

It'd undermine his whole plan, if they spotted it wrapped around her injured arm like a sling.

It was easier for him to assess her injuries when he wasn't worried about crossing unspoken boundaries, and when she didn't have her own Force Sensitive defenses on high alert. It was also easier to assess her injuries when they were in such close proximity toward each other.

There was yet another reason why he didn't like touching others outside of the realm of strict professionalism. Touch brought pain - emotional, physical, mental - immediately to his attention. And pain was a hard thing to ignore, when skin touched skin.

Her arm was already healing quite nicely and now that she was unconscious, Kar suspected that the rest of her injuries could sort themselves out with a few hours of sleep. Satisfied that he wouldn't be doing any harm to her by taking back his make-shift sling, Kar knelt quickly down and braced her against his knee.

It took just mere seconds for him to untie the cloth knotted at her shoulder and to shake out the wrinkles. As Kar pulled the soft cloth over his head and chest, he almost wished that he had eyes.

She was draped over his knee, her body loose and vulnerable. Kar suspected that - jetii or not - she probably presented a very fetching sight. He had at least enough Force Sight to make out the curves of her body's outline.

She had quite a lot of nice curves.

If I was a lesser man... Kar shook his head and didn't even finish that thought.

He knew from first hand experience what often happened to women left in such vulnerable positions with unscrupulous men. And for the first time that morning, he was suddenly very, very glad that he'd been the one to find her.

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Smuggling her onto base wasn't half the challenge he thought it would be. True, there was some surprise on the part of the guards, but it was all over-shadowed by something related to awe.

Kar wasn't sure what to call what he felt from others, as he put on his best Mandalorian swagger and marched through the gates with an unconscious female Jedi draped over his shoulder. He had even hammed the visual up even more, by putting a very firm hold on her bum.

He pointedly ignored any interest in her backside that that might have created in his unconscious.

Convincing the Officer In Charge of the base for that day that Tali needed to be deposited in the nearest holding cell for question, was a bit more tricky than parading her past the guards. But, even the older - make that ancient - captain couldn't argue with Kar's calmly logical reasonings for detaining a breathing Jetii. A runner was sent to inform Mand'alor and Kar was given the dubious honor of depositing Tali in a cell where she could await her pending fate.

Everything was actually going according to his crazy plan. As a result, Kar knew instinctively that there was going to be haran to pay later.

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Evening was fast approaching and Kar had spent the rest of day in the medbay, as was usual. Outwardly, he gave no sign of the dangerous game he was playing. Inwardly, he couldn't stop worrying about the lone jetii languishing away in a cell on the other side of the base.

Thankfully, being the lone medic on a whole base of soldiers, had its distinctly special advantages. Word came trickling back from the Mand'alor that he wanted Tali "prepared" for interrogation. As the most qualified individual on base, Kar was informed of his commanding officer's intentions.

A few discreet questions later, Kar discovered that it was as he had supsected - it would be a few days before a qualified interrogator showed up from another base. It had been no secret that the jetii had been wounded on her arrival into the base and the Mand'alor didn't want to risk her "dying on us" in the interim.

And, while it took away from time that Kar could have been figuring out the security codes for the airstrip and the spaceships parked on it, he didn't hesitate to take up the offer to check up on his charge.

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Kar stood stupidly at the front of Tali's cell and tried to figure out the confusing paradox that had presented itself to him. The cell door shut with an air of teeth-gritting finality and he could feel Tali flinch as a result.

Hence, the paradox.

He could feel her. But he couldn't "see" her form standing or sitting in front of him like she should have been.

"Jetii?" he slowly slipped his medpack off of his now-armored shoulder and dropped it on top of the rack that was within his long-armed reach.

Fear - irrational, unexplainable, primal fear - practically clawed against his Force senses. The tall Miralukan couldn't help flinching.

Something had frightened Tali. And frightened her badly.

[Dire Wolf]

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she huddled up amongst the balls of green fluff made from the blanket beneath the rack. Her body curled up into the fetal position as she laid there underneath the protection of the bed. Even the hiss of the Force field winking from existence did little to soothe her, and she barely heard the man enter the room and call her name.

Then it happened.

The medpack hit the rack, and thus bounced the top of her little protective box down. She practically flew out from underneath the rack, that red hair a blur as she all but flew into the closed force field and slammed her hands against it. heat seared through her palms as she recoiled back, and saw that her hands had good electrical burns along their formerly soft surface. It didn't take long for her eyes to catch sight of Kar'eth, and some part of her managed to regain control of her mind.

"Kar... you did come back," she whispered, those red eyes gazing deeply into his blindfold. Soon enough they closed, and she took a few deep breaths, slowly cajoling herself into believing that she wasn't going to be turned into a pink stain on the wall. "I'm... sort've claustrophobic a little bit," the fear was still apparent in her voice as her hand shook. Whether it was from the pain, or from the tingle of fear, not even she was sure.

It didn't take long for the woman to notice that her wounds were more or less healed, save for the burns on her hands and a few pains in her chest. That long slumber coupled with her natural affinity for healing turned to do her well, it seemed. her jaw clenched as she let her eyes open, and scoot around the room. "We need to leave," her voice was stoic now, though fear was in her eyes, "right now."

[Rabbit]

Whatever reaction Kar was expecting, the one he got wasn't the one he anticipated. As a form blurred past his Force Sight toward the cell door, he had to sigh in some part of his mind.

When it came to jetii...or, at least, to this jetii in particular...he was starting to resign himself to the unexpected.

"Udesii, jetii," he reached out to touch her, but she had already connected with the force shield stretched across the door behind his back.

He felt her pain, almost as certainly as if she'd cried out. He could smell the scent of her scorched skin, and a mixture of surprise and physical anguish almost replaced her fear.

Almost.

He felt her...staring...at him; the weight of her consideration was strange, but not uncomfortable. He wondered briefly what she saw in him with her jetii eyes - did she see past the blindfold, past the armor?

Did he even want her to?

"Kar... you did come back," her voice was barely above a whisper and the medic was secretly thankful for her discretion.

The last thing they needed was for the guard on the other side of the door to overhear her calling him by name. As much as he admired the jetii, the last thing Kar wanted was to join her in waiting for the wrong end of an interrogation.

"Of course I came back, di'kut," he grumbled - it was easier to insult her and ignore the peculiar feeling of warmth her words stirred inside of his chest.

She made him want to puff his chest out. In a way he never thought he would.

She's a witch, he thought, as he considered her smaller form silently through the Force. She has to be. A witch.

"Now, would you mind explaining to me why you were under your rack?" his deep voice rumbled quietly through the small cell as he shifted his focus from her toward the furniture from under which she had materialized.

"I'm... sort've claustrophobic a little bit."

"Ah," Kar sighed heavily and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

He turned his face up to sightlessly contemplate the ceiling above them.

"That might have been something you might have wanted to tell me when you agreed to all of this," he pushed a sigh of exasperation through his teeth.

Females. They were all trouble. Every last one of them.

"So, what do you propose we do about this?"

Her answer wasn't what he wanted to hear. This time, he expected it. But, he had hoped against it, anyway.

"We need to leave, right now."

She put a lot of emphasis on "right now". Kar, however, was at a total loss for an alternative.

"Jetii," the medic spoke slowly, but his mind raced ahead of his words. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's three more hours to sunset and duty rotations are about to switch. And I haven't had time off of my own duties to get any of the security codes."

His voice was low and rushed, but earnest. He didn't want her to think that he didn't want to keep helping her. He just didn't know how, anymore.

"I'm a medic, jetii. Not a tactician or a strategist. My plans are simple, immediate, and to the point. If you need to get out of here 'right now', then it's your turn to think of something. I can give you sedative for the anxiety, or I can even show you how to calm your mind," he paused, realizing that he may have let out a bit more about his abilities than he was comfortable admitting.

"Anyway," he decided it was best to keep on talking. "What ever you do, don't get it in your head to do it alone," Kar paused and scowled - more because he just realized why he didn't want her taking the base by storm on her own.

He paused and then reluctantly admitted, his voice even lower, if possible. His admission was grudging. If, for the time being, purposefully misleading.

"You break up the monotony of my day. I'd hate to let you have all the fun."

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, Par'jain, Kar kicked himself, mentally. Admit it. You're in over your damn fool head. You'd never stop blaming yourself, if she didn't make it....

[Dire Wolf]

(yeah. Seeing as it would be a novella if I were to describe her actually escaping the base, I'm going to leave it at this...)

"Indeed you are a medic, Mandalorian," the woman said, realizing that there was a gaoler of sorts outside of the door. Probably watching this entire exchange. What Kar'eth didn't realize was that he would be her ticket out of the cell. He also probably didn't realize that his help in this stage of the 'plan' would likely mean his exile... at the very least. Aiding the enemy was generally punishable by death. No. Her wounds were more or less healed thanks to her powers, and her savior was much safer if he wasn't connected at all with her escape.

Having the codes to take off generally required certain permissions. Certain permissions generally brought with them IP logs and requests made. Those would spell the end of her... friend. The man had proven himself enough to be trusted at the very least, and one can trust a friend. Tali was hardly proficient at telepathy, but she knew enough to convey feelings mind to mind. Emotions. Images. she did just that, letting him sense the sorrow and the regret that she felt for what she was about to do.

Her malevolently colored eyes seemed to have some sorrow in them as her hand flashed up. The Force would bend to her hand, the air seeming to shimmer and ripple in that instant. A pocket of the Force, barely a fraction of her full potential, would attempt to lift the Mandalorian up and slam him into the ceiling.

That fiery red hair whirled around as she spun, calling the Force out to slam into the guard just out side of the door. His armored body smashed into the active force field opposite her wall, sending volt after volt of electricity through his body. After holding him there until he slipped into unconsciousness, she pulled him back with her will and yanked a keycard from his neck.

This part was tricky.

Grandiose movements like throwing people into ceilings or force fields was one thing, but using the Force to make movements minute enough to operate a key card scanner was another thing altogether. It took concentration, and lots of it, but after a few tries she managed to slide it through the slot. After a few moments, the intense yellow flickered, and slipped into nothing. Those crimson eyes looked back at the man who saved her with a look that could have brought a tear to a Dark Jedi. "I'm sorry, Kar, but you're safer this way. Thank you," she mouthed before running across the precipice.

The now unconscious mandalorian found himself on the other side of the cell, with the Force Field active and his comm unit at her hip. The first order of business was to reclaim her codes, then her lightsaber, and finally get off of this rock.

[Rabbit]

[[- FIN -]]