Tseew Tseew
Kima Li fired off a couple of shots at her pursuers, and then dove around the corner nearest her to stop and reload. After popping a power pack into the blaster, she ran down the long, narrow corridor, occasionally trying and failing to open some of the doors she passed.
Tseew
A blaster bolt scored a direct hit to her side. Kima fell down and skidded a little before painstakingly getting to her feet.
In a way, she thought, that blaster bolt to my side probably saved my life. If I'd kept running instead of falling down, that volley that'd passed the space where I'd been would've most likely taken me out.
Limping, the injured woman began to consider killing herself. A quick, painless death. All she would have to do was hold out her blaster to head and BAM it would all be over. She would be dead but so would the deadly secret hidden inside of her head, ensuring that Foln would never get his slimy hands on it. It would be better than being captured and interrogated by Foln.
Having quickly thought it over, Kima raised her blaster to her head as she ran, prepared to shoot herself if necessary. Meanwhile, the soldiers neared closer and closer.
***
"Never seen 'er in my life." The grizzled bartender handed the holophoto of Kima back to Zekk.
"Are you sure?" Zekk pressed.
"Yep. She's a pretty girl though. Girlfriend or something?"
"No." Reaching out with the Force, Zekk prodded into the inner layers of the bartender's mind to extract telepathically what would not be divulged. The bartender had seen Kima. Four days ago. She'd been asking where she could get some fake I D's and a face change.
"What in the Sith did you just do" the bartender asked dazedly as Zekk released him from the Force-trance.
"Nothing," Zekk told him. "I'll have some lomin ale.
"Uh, sure. Comin' right up." He turned and grabbed a glass from a shelf behind the table counter, turning to fill it. When he turned back to Zekk however, his face went ashen and he dropped the glass to the ground.
Zekk narrowed his eyes. "What's going-" he began but he was cut off by the whine of blaster fire and his own blaring Force senses, warning him of danger.
Two blaster bolts whizzed past his left ear and slammed into the bartender. They had to have been fired from a high-powered blaster rifle because they lifted him off of his feet and slammed him into the back wall where carefully arranged glassware was knocked down and shattered by the bartender's impact.
Reacting quickly, Zekk leapt from his perch on his stool and did a log roll under the nearest table. Stopping his roll, he got to his feet and pushed the table up vertically so it could act as a temporary shield against the phantom attackers.
"Get out of here," Zekk told the two shocked Twi'leks that had been sitting at the table. Nodding hurriedly, they ran out through the exit, followed by the rest of the bar's regular occupants, leaving Zekk alone with whoever was out there.
The instant a blaster bolt tore through his 'shield' near his shoulder, Zekk knew that it was not going to be much protection. Using the Force to judge the best time to make to make his move, he jumped from behind the table, pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it. Most of the blaster bolts missed him completely because of the zigzag pattern in which he ran and those that didn't were deflected right back to their origins.
Zekk couldn't see or sense anything that might provide him with cover so he opted to use the Force to its fullest extent, something he really hadn't done since he left the Jedi Academy. He also was able to get a good look at his attackers. There were 3 of them. They wore visored helmets and were decked out in uniforms that marked them as belonging to the Diego Syndicate.
Tseeeew hissss
Zekk deflected a blaster bolt that came from one attacker into the faceplate of another. The beam tore through the unlucky fellow's faceplate and out the back of his helmet. The others looked down at their fallen cohort, then back at Zekk. Their hesitation cost them dearly. Zekk ran forward and swung his lightsaber in a wide arc, cutting down the remaining soldiers.
After quickly checking his chronometer, Zekk deactivated his lightsaber and strolled out the door to the sound of sirens, already activating the Lightning Rod's main engines on his wrist control. There was nothing left to be found here.
Kima Li fired off a couple of shots at her pursuers, and then dove around the corner nearest her to stop and reload. After popping a power pack into the blaster, she ran down the long, narrow corridor, occasionally trying and failing to open some of the doors she passed.
Tseew
A blaster bolt scored a direct hit to her side. Kima fell down and skidded a little before painstakingly getting to her feet.
In a way, she thought, that blaster bolt to my side probably saved my life. If I'd kept running instead of falling down, that volley that'd passed the space where I'd been would've most likely taken me out.
Limping, the injured woman began to consider killing herself. A quick, painless death. All she would have to do was hold out her blaster to head and BAM it would all be over. She would be dead but so would the deadly secret hidden inside of her head, ensuring that Foln would never get his slimy hands on it. It would be better than being captured and interrogated by Foln.
Having quickly thought it over, Kima raised her blaster to her head as she ran, prepared to shoot herself if necessary. Meanwhile, the soldiers neared closer and closer.
***
"Never seen 'er in my life." The grizzled bartender handed the holophoto of Kima back to Zekk.
"Are you sure?" Zekk pressed.
"Yep. She's a pretty girl though. Girlfriend or something?"
"No." Reaching out with the Force, Zekk prodded into the inner layers of the bartender's mind to extract telepathically what would not be divulged. The bartender had seen Kima. Four days ago. She'd been asking where she could get some fake I D's and a face change.
"What in the Sith did you just do" the bartender asked dazedly as Zekk released him from the Force-trance.
"Nothing," Zekk told him. "I'll have some lomin ale.
"Uh, sure. Comin' right up." He turned and grabbed a glass from a shelf behind the table counter, turning to fill it. When he turned back to Zekk however, his face went ashen and he dropped the glass to the ground.
Zekk narrowed his eyes. "What's going-" he began but he was cut off by the whine of blaster fire and his own blaring Force senses, warning him of danger.
Two blaster bolts whizzed past his left ear and slammed into the bartender. They had to have been fired from a high-powered blaster rifle because they lifted him off of his feet and slammed him into the back wall where carefully arranged glassware was knocked down and shattered by the bartender's impact.
Reacting quickly, Zekk leapt from his perch on his stool and did a log roll under the nearest table. Stopping his roll, he got to his feet and pushed the table up vertically so it could act as a temporary shield against the phantom attackers.
"Get out of here," Zekk told the two shocked Twi'leks that had been sitting at the table. Nodding hurriedly, they ran out through the exit, followed by the rest of the bar's regular occupants, leaving Zekk alone with whoever was out there.
The instant a blaster bolt tore through his 'shield' near his shoulder, Zekk knew that it was not going to be much protection. Using the Force to judge the best time to make to make his move, he jumped from behind the table, pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it. Most of the blaster bolts missed him completely because of the zigzag pattern in which he ran and those that didn't were deflected right back to their origins.
Zekk couldn't see or sense anything that might provide him with cover so he opted to use the Force to its fullest extent, something he really hadn't done since he left the Jedi Academy. He also was able to get a good look at his attackers. There were 3 of them. They wore visored helmets and were decked out in uniforms that marked them as belonging to the Diego Syndicate.
Tseeeew hissss
Zekk deflected a blaster bolt that came from one attacker into the faceplate of another. The beam tore through the unlucky fellow's faceplate and out the back of his helmet. The others looked down at their fallen cohort, then back at Zekk. Their hesitation cost them dearly. Zekk ran forward and swung his lightsaber in a wide arc, cutting down the remaining soldiers.
After quickly checking his chronometer, Zekk deactivated his lightsaber and strolled out the door to the sound of sirens, already activating the Lightning Rod's main engines on his wrist control. There was nothing left to be found here.