Ci'el Ntaryl
Jedi Padawan
"Circoo aj passi ya'kii zela'jumu kijaleei." / "There is good to be found in everyone."
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Post by Ci'el Ntaryl on Apr 25, 2012 2:36:49 GMT -5
*Ci'el is so focused on paying attention to what's in front of her and Char instead of what might lie behind them that she doesn't get a tingling feeling on the back of her neck until it's too late. Before she can even turn around her world spins, everything goes black, and she hits the ground with a thud.*
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Trisana Marrik
Fringer
"Men are shallow creatures. I've yet to meet one who doesn't drool at the mere sight of me."
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Post by Trisana Marrik on Apr 25, 2012 3:16:08 GMT -5
*Tris smirks out of satisfaction. She waits a few seconds to make sure they are out, then swiftly runs up to the Twi'lek-Cathar duo. She holds a finger up to the Twi'lek's neck to check her pulse. Still steady. The Cathar is no longer her concern. She swings the Twi'lek over her shoulder in one big heave and switches her stun guns out for actual blasters. Now that she has acquired her target, whether or not anyone dies on her way out is not something Tris is all that worried about.*
*Fortunately, for both her and her possible victims, she does not run into anyone or anything on her way out. Tris swiftly makes her exit and boards her ship, proceeding to plop the Twi'lek down in the seat next to the pilot's chair. She punches a few buttons and disconnects from The Atropos.*
*Tris then turns to the pretty little red Twi'lek next to her. She predatorily runs a finger up her arm and muses out loud more to herself than to Ci'el.*
"Quite the pretty little thing you are. Can't say I wouldn't enjoy buying you for myself."
*She heads to the back of her ship and shuffles around for several minutes in search of the stun cuffs and neural disruptors she had brought along to keep Ci'el controllable. She had trained under the Jedi, after all, even if only for a brief period of time. Tris takes her time hunting for the cuffs, aware that Ci'el will be knocked out for hours considering the force of the stun gun Tris used on her. When she returns to the cockpit her eyes nearly pop out of her head at the sight of Ci'el.*
"Holy Sith Spit! She's karking purple! There is something seriously wrong with this Twi."
*In the amount of time Tris had spent in the back of her ship, the effects of Ci'el's powers had worn off and she had returned to her natural coloring. Tris blows it off as some sort of freaky Twi'lek illness and gets to work putting the stun cuffs on her hands and feet so she can't move when she wakes up. She then proceeds to put the neural disruptors on both wrists to take away her ability to use the Force. Finally, she puts some tape over her mouth.*
"Don't want you screaming at me when you come to."
*She demorphs out of her Nautolan disguise and changes into her natural, Zeltron-esque form. It will be a few hours until Ci'el wakes, so she can relax like this and not worry about her identity being revealed. She then sits down in the pilot's seat and flies away from The Atropos.*
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