The rest of their exchange was too brief for Dorimy's liking. He was dubious about her plan, but she assured him all he'd have to do was break in. There'd be no need to break out. Besides, it was all they had time for. Dooku had managed to get him banned from the Temple for using his blaster inside of it, meaning that he couldn't do his job anymore. Luckily, he had something to fall back on.
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That evening, when the city was dark except for the glow of neon, Dorimy reappeared on the outskirts of the Temple. He'd gotten himself up close to one of the towering walls, the sentinels at the top merely nodding at him. Not everyone knew he was banned. But to get into the Temple itself he'd have to go through the checkpoint, where they'd pull up his record. So a little distraction was needed.
Dorimy was coursing with fear. Its stench would've permeated throughout the entire Temple if he hadn't been taught a rudimentary clouding technique. Sarah had seemed so sure, but if this failed, the Jedi would up the security on her tighter than a Deltian's butthole. He'd have to go back, and ask his boss for reinforcements. Reinforcements they were scarce on.
He shook his head. When it came down to it, he was selling himself, not their way of life. Sarah had to believe he respected her, needed her, even. She had a penchant for protecting strays. Selling himself was his thing, and sometimes that involved taking risks. If his boss expected any different, he should've drafted himself another-
The sky above the wall burst with orange and crimson light. He felt a wave of heat, alarms sent through the Force, and a vibration through the stone. Holy shit, this girl did not fuck around. The two sentinels turned towards the blast, and went to help. Dorimy spread his palms, and thin wires sprang from his bracelets, lining his fingers, coating their tips with iron. The steep wall was grooveless, but with these, he wouldn't need any. His fingertips fused and unfused to the stone, and he scuttled upwards like a beetle. Once he was at the top, he immediately dropped over the other side rather than risk being seen.
It was a long fall. His veins coursed with what felt like freezing speeder fuel. He nourished this fear until he was throbbing with emotion, and the ground didn't dare touch him. He slowed just before contact, landing lightly on the deck. While the Jedi scrambled in every direction in the light of the flames, he disappeared behind a pillar, and reappeared in Jedi robes, hood up. It was illegal to manufacture your own, and more so to wear them in public. Oops.
Dorimy started running with the others, and no one gave him a second glance.