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(ooc: Attempting to get my character involved in the storyline and up to speed.)
Of all the places he had to land, was in a place he didn't know about. Of course, the lack of knowledge he had was the primary cause of his troubles, since now he had a small group of smugglers after him. Apparently, sneaking aboard their ship and discovering their trade cargo was actually a bad thing (not to mention they thought he was with the Jedi order). "Damn lightsabers." He thought as an orange light hummed through the hallway deflecting single blaster shots one at a time.
He wasn't exactly sure where he was, all he knew was that he was in a shuttle bay and being chased by a few smugglers. A cry of pain came from one of the smugglers as he fell to the floor cringing his knee; the product of a lucky deflection hitting one of them. His soresu style was not skilled enough to direct blaster shots at the appropriate target, but that doesn't mean he couldn't get lucky.
He felt a slight thud against his back as the steel wall prevented him from his continued escape. "Great, a dead end." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he let the force flow through him. He had to remain calm, he had to focus. Patience was the key word. Gathering the force around his left hand he extended his hand forward, palm facing the group of smugglers. Despite his level, he knew enough of telekinesis to send one of the figures flying back a few feet using force push. Immediately after he barely dodged a blaster bolt as he stumbled into the wall on his right.
With another deep breath he ran forward, deflecting as many blaster bolts as he could. He could hear the bolts burn the steel walls as he deflected them poorly with his lightsaber, approaching the closest smuggler. Using the orange lightsaber to deflect a close blaster bolt, he used the force to bring his other lightsaber to his left hand. Another hum could be heard as a silver beam came to life, and in a swift and continued motion, sliced off the man's blaster hand as both the blaster and the hand fell to the floor.
Continuing his motion, Paul kicked the man backwards, and then using the force sent one of the smugglers backwards hitting them against the wall. He watched as the one he sent backwards earlier, began getting up, and more footsteps could be heard approaching. If he were to stay here, he'd be overwhelmed, and that was a bad thing. With both lightsabers now turned off, Paul took off running, making a right into a hallway before the dead end.
Passing a door he quickly ignited his lightsaber and he jammed the orange beam into the control panel, and watched as the door slammed shut. It would be a while before the smugglers could attempt to get the door open, but for now he was safe.
"Well, that was close."
He said to himself as he placed the lightsabers back at his side and began to walk the halls. He needed to find a way out of here...somehow.
Of all the places he had to land, was in a place he didn't know about. Of course, the lack of knowledge he had was the primary cause of his troubles, since now he had a small group of smugglers after him. Apparently, sneaking aboard their ship and discovering their trade cargo was actually a bad thing (not to mention they thought he was with the Jedi order). "Damn lightsabers." He thought as an orange light hummed through the hallway deflecting single blaster shots one at a time.
He wasn't exactly sure where he was, all he knew was that he was in a shuttle bay and being chased by a few smugglers. A cry of pain came from one of the smugglers as he fell to the floor cringing his knee; the product of a lucky deflection hitting one of them. His soresu style was not skilled enough to direct blaster shots at the appropriate target, but that doesn't mean he couldn't get lucky.
He felt a slight thud against his back as the steel wall prevented him from his continued escape. "Great, a dead end." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he let the force flow through him. He had to remain calm, he had to focus. Patience was the key word. Gathering the force around his left hand he extended his hand forward, palm facing the group of smugglers. Despite his level, he knew enough of telekinesis to send one of the figures flying back a few feet using force push. Immediately after he barely dodged a blaster bolt as he stumbled into the wall on his right.
With another deep breath he ran forward, deflecting as many blaster bolts as he could. He could hear the bolts burn the steel walls as he deflected them poorly with his lightsaber, approaching the closest smuggler. Using the orange lightsaber to deflect a close blaster bolt, he used the force to bring his other lightsaber to his left hand. Another hum could be heard as a silver beam came to life, and in a swift and continued motion, sliced off the man's blaster hand as both the blaster and the hand fell to the floor.
Continuing his motion, Paul kicked the man backwards, and then using the force sent one of the smugglers backwards hitting them against the wall. He watched as the one he sent backwards earlier, began getting up, and more footsteps could be heard approaching. If he were to stay here, he'd be overwhelmed, and that was a bad thing. With both lightsabers now turned off, Paul took off running, making a right into a hallway before the dead end.
Passing a door he quickly ignited his lightsaber and he jammed the orange beam into the control panel, and watched as the door slammed shut. It would be a while before the smugglers could attempt to get the door open, but for now he was safe.
"Well, that was close."
He said to himself as he placed the lightsabers back at his side and began to walk the halls. He needed to find a way out of here...somehow.