Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 12, 2014 0:12:14 GMT -5
An interesting turn of events indeed. Blue eyes darted about the cargo bay to view the six men that had been scattered throughout the cargo bay, each one armed with a shot blaster that faced a favorable direction. A seventh man stepped around the corner with drab brown robes swirling at his feet; his smug smile made Sith Lady Vesperia’s blood boil, even if her outward expression could have been carved from stone. No doubt they had the clandestine privateering vessel surrounded by nothing shy of an armada.
The silence between the two parties quickly became deafening. Vesperia’s hands had been raised above her head in a sign of faux supplication, but the Jedi knew that any man he sent to detain her would be little more than a human shield once he entered arm’s reach. Two men, as was standard operating procedure, would only meet the same fate. Both knew that the Jedi would have to detain the Sith, and it was the latter that broke the silence, “I daresay that ‘tis a good thing that you Jedi do not kill their prisoners. For me, at least. You, on the other hand: it seems that you cornered a Rancor. ‘Tis your move, my smug friend.”
“You are no rancor, and we are not friends,” the Jedi moved towards the Sith Lady with a cautious gait to his stride. His blue lightsaber’s point was held towards the ferocious woman with the intent to skewer her should she so much as twitch. A rare smile graced her lips as he moved within arm’s reach. The Jedi’s last thoughts were of how pretty the smile had been.
Two minutes later
Hollow pops cracked out from the Sith woman’s joints as she moved her arms about in a sort of arrogant, post exercise stretch. It wasn’t until a loud series of cracks popped out from her neck that she stopped her movement, which happened to be just shy of the escape pod door. Corpses had been left littered in her wake the same way a child would walk off without her toys.
Some men were left in bloodless pieces, their wounds cauterized by the immeasurably swift strokes of her blade. Others had fallen to the dancing arcs of lightning that she had cast from her fingertips. Others still had no apparent cause of death other than the mere fact that they were dead. All in a day’s work. That smile from before had all but faded into the chiseled stoicism that she was known for, and her spacer’s attire had more than its share of scorch marks.
Two more minutes and the Republic would discover that their ambush hadn’t been strong enough. Graceful fingers moved about the holographic keyboard with the grace of a bumbling fool as she punched in commands to the escape pod. The brilliant fools had locked the escape pods before the ambush. An angry sigh pushed out of her lips as she inefficiently pecked at the keys until the pod’s light turned green, and she entered. For all of her martial prowess, she typed with the same amount of skill as an idiot child.
Half a heartbeat passed before her weight was thrown against the safety harness, and the escape pod began to scream towards Corellia’s surface. As with everything, Vesperia had contacts everywhere. Even Coruscant. One such contact made through the Sith was brought to the front of her mind as she fell towards the surface of an otherwise hostile world.
The silence between the two parties quickly became deafening. Vesperia’s hands had been raised above her head in a sign of faux supplication, but the Jedi knew that any man he sent to detain her would be little more than a human shield once he entered arm’s reach. Two men, as was standard operating procedure, would only meet the same fate. Both knew that the Jedi would have to detain the Sith, and it was the latter that broke the silence, “I daresay that ‘tis a good thing that you Jedi do not kill their prisoners. For me, at least. You, on the other hand: it seems that you cornered a Rancor. ‘Tis your move, my smug friend.”
“You are no rancor, and we are not friends,” the Jedi moved towards the Sith Lady with a cautious gait to his stride. His blue lightsaber’s point was held towards the ferocious woman with the intent to skewer her should she so much as twitch. A rare smile graced her lips as he moved within arm’s reach. The Jedi’s last thoughts were of how pretty the smile had been.
Two minutes later
Hollow pops cracked out from the Sith woman’s joints as she moved her arms about in a sort of arrogant, post exercise stretch. It wasn’t until a loud series of cracks popped out from her neck that she stopped her movement, which happened to be just shy of the escape pod door. Corpses had been left littered in her wake the same way a child would walk off without her toys.
Some men were left in bloodless pieces, their wounds cauterized by the immeasurably swift strokes of her blade. Others had fallen to the dancing arcs of lightning that she had cast from her fingertips. Others still had no apparent cause of death other than the mere fact that they were dead. All in a day’s work. That smile from before had all but faded into the chiseled stoicism that she was known for, and her spacer’s attire had more than its share of scorch marks.
Two more minutes and the Republic would discover that their ambush hadn’t been strong enough. Graceful fingers moved about the holographic keyboard with the grace of a bumbling fool as she punched in commands to the escape pod. The brilliant fools had locked the escape pods before the ambush. An angry sigh pushed out of her lips as she inefficiently pecked at the keys until the pod’s light turned green, and she entered. For all of her martial prowess, she typed with the same amount of skill as an idiot child.
Half a heartbeat passed before her weight was thrown against the safety harness, and the escape pod began to scream towards Corellia’s surface. As with everything, Vesperia had contacts everywhere. Even Coruscant. One such contact made through the Sith was brought to the front of her mind as she fell towards the surface of an otherwise hostile world.
