Lesser Grace

Fri Mar 25, 2011 9:55 pm by Neassa Whelan

*Blondie is, already on his knees, unable to prevent being knocked off balance and Red isn't quick enough to avoid the mag rod he wields coming into contact with Blondie's arm as he flails to try and keep his balance.* *Neassa hops backwards as Blondie's sensory and motor nerves are stimulated, causing strong involuntary muscle contractions that will incapacitate him temporarily and he falls to the ground, the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol falling from his hand.*

*Red isn't happy about the way things have been going but he still doesn't see the tiny girl as a legitimate threat and so he lunges forward, stabbing the mag rod for the girl's sternum.* *Neassa drops her right foot back and pivots her torso to avoid the stab, her right hand darting out to grab Red's wrist and twist it out so the mag rod is pointing away from her as she yanks him towards her to try and knock him off balance by using his own momentum.* *Red grimaces in pain as his wrist is painfully twisted and he falls to his knees, swinging his free fist out wildly to try and punch the girl in the face.* *Neassa tries to step back to avoid the strike, but ends up taking a decent blow on the cheek that loosens a few teeth and fills her mouth with the coppery taste of her own blood. Launching her right knee up and out, Neassa tugs Red towards her again to pull him into the blow, and grimaces, lips pulling back from her bloody teeth as she drives her knee powerfully into Red's gut, knocking the wind out of him. Lifting both arms over her head and lacing her fists together, Neassa swings them down for the side of Red's head, knocking him out.

Bending down and picking up the DL-44 with her right hand, Neassa wipes the blood from her lower lip with her left and looks over at the big green skinned Mandallian Giant that had spoken to her in Mando'a, nodding her head towards a nearby street corner as, thinking she doesn't want to stick around in case any authorities show up, she says,* "Oya burc'ya."

Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:58 am by Dakka Kyr'bes

"Lek."

*Dakka didn't need his rifle, the vod'ika could take care of herself. He shrugged. Then he flipped it back over his shoulder and followed her away.*

*He took slow steps, because if he walked normally she would have to run to keep up with his strides. Dakka's a big big boy- what people note is that lumbering means you're slow. It's only half-true. Dakka is actually quite fast, but never quick. Dakka takes a long time to get up to full speed. But that, I suppose, is neither here nor there.*

*They rounded the corner and a thought struck Dakka. It has to be a really good thought to strike hard enough to get through his head...anyways, they should probably get out of the city. Dakka knows of some farms outside Salis D'aar. They could go there. If they found a nice farmer, he might let them stay if they worked for their keep. Then things could settle down, and they could come back to the city. ...why did they want to come back to the city? Dakka didn't know.*

*But it seemed like a really good idea to go to the farms he knew.*

"Vod'ika, vhetin ogir. Mhi ba'slana oriya, pare ogir?"

*Dakka pointed.*

Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:40 pm by Neassa Whelan

*Lifting the left side of the baggy olive green vest she wears, Neassa examines the DL-44 as she and the Mandallian Giant begin walking - the blaster is in decent shape, the air cooling vent clean enough, hitting the power pack release lever and checking the power pack reveals it has about fifteen shots left - and, after slapping the power pack back in and safing the blaster, she tucks the DL-44 into the left side of the waistband of her loose fitting khaki cargo pants she wears, angling the handle towards her right so that she can, if needed, draw the blaster easily enough.

Looking over (and up, way up) at the Mandallian when he suggests they leave the city, Neassa's expression, which had been pensive before, breaks into a smile and she nods, saying,* "Elek. Ni emuurir mhi slanar." *Crinkling her nose and tilting her chin up in a what-are-you-looking-at kind of way when she catches a pedestrian looking at her and the Mandallian curiously, Neassa shakes her head, thinking that while she and the Mandallian may be an odd pair that doesn't mean it's OK to stare at them.* *Getting out of the city is a good idea, and Neassa is thankful that Kad Ha'rangir, the god that represents the opportunity for change through destruction, arranged for her path to cross with that of the Mandallian. Her father is gone and her past left behind her, but Neassa thinks the Mandallian may have been sent to help lead her back onto the path she is meant to walk. Neassa isn't sure yet what the Mandallian's situation is, but If she can find a job, maybe even one that includes a place to stay, she will be far better off than she is now.*

"Ni boracyk, *Neassa admits with a shrug as they continue to walk towards the outside of the city, leaving the blue-white lit inner district for the pale, yellow lit circular middle district,* echoy'la cin vhetin. *Laughing a bit as she realizes she doesn't know the Mandallian's name, Neassa asks,* Tion gar gai? Ner gai Neassa, *she adds with a smile as she takes a small bundle of Gihaal from her pocket and unwraps it before holding it out to the Mandallian and, offering for him to share it with her, says cheerfully,* Haili cetare!"

Fri Apr 08, 2011 6:40 am by Wanderer

*Wanderer lands his starfighter. He shuts down all the systems and jumps out locking the ship. Putting his trench coat and hat on he goes on his way after his defeat in the duel for the helm of Mand'alor and decides to walk the streets of Salis D'aar for a bit before going home and getting some rest.*

Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:59 pm by The Illusive Man

Hangar Control Room

*Jenne looked down at her datapad as they came to a fork in the hallways.* "This way!" *She pointed to the left and they began to run down the hallway. Upon reaching a blastdoor Jenne wasted no time, she drew her blaster and shot the controls, causing the safety releases to open the door. She ran through the open door and leveled her blaster pistol at the administrative staff inside.*

Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:41 am by Sergey Bonteri

*Filemo followed her lead and entered the room, although he momentarily missed the pointing-the-blaster-at-other-people's-faces bit.* "Try not to scare the people that ne need."*He said, stepping forward.* "My name is Jedi Knight Filemo Tiik. I am here only under the gravest of circumstances. We need your assistance. There's a crisis out there and we need to start an evacuation, and you're the people to help us do that. You need to use the emergency network and announce a planet-wide evacuation. Immediately."

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