Morgan ate another snack and wondered if that was part of why he felt so irritated at the moment. Lack of breakfast. He was distantly thankful Emryc had decided to pilot the speeder to their destination, something that left him to sort his thoughts in the relative quiet. He didn't come out of it until they'd arrive, whereupon he gave Emryc a half questioning, half appreciative look over the bandana.
He shrugged in response and found the angle to slip off his coat within the confines of the speeder, stretched out across the back of his chair for a moment before he placing it back in the speeder. Morgan similarly covered his face. He wasn't planning on politics but his work did go better if he didn't have a bounty on his head for some bit of wetwork or other.
His eyes narrowed. Of course there was security, Cloud City had a reputation to uphold and the corporate council wasn't the most co-friendly collection of capitalists. He began to stand very, unnaturally still. His Sight stretched out and focused forward and his eyes steadily scanned the outside of the manor. Cameras and dogs. It was always dogs with rich people.
"Please, don't be ridiculous," he replied in a voice tinged with humour, "I'd never do that to the poor dogs.."
His tilted slightly, ending the stillness. The cameras were the domed glass kind, tinted to prevent tracking where the lens pointed. Which was little impediment to him, seeing as he could spot how the lenses reflected within their casings regardless. But then there were the dogs.
Morgan took a deep breath. He had his focus back, it was doable. He'd definitely decided he needed food, though, on top of the other things that were bothering him. Sooner rather than later.
"I'm going to start moving soon. Stay close," he informed him quietly, then began to concentrate. Slowly in the Force his stormcloud aura began to flash, the distant thunder of bridled fury. His skin flushed slightly to a deeper silver and his eyes tightened. A low, purring growl started in his throat and rapidly descended in octave to a bass, even tone. An ordinary human couldn't hear it unless they were right next to him, but he suspected Emryc would have no trouble.
The Force carried his will on the sound toward the dogs, the echoes reaching their ears and burying through their flesh. It was a primal and feral sound that with the weight of the Dark Side triggered an equally primal response: Fear.
The two dogs froze in place, tails tucked and ears lowered, literally scared stiff and silent. Morgan's eyes darted left to right, a beat passed, and then he shot out from where they were at an angle toward the wall away from the gate, keeping to a reasonable but quick human pace. Too fast would actually be bad in this case.
His eyes passed over the wall again, watching the cameras, and he made added a quick curve to his path around where a camera was slowly passing toward. When they reached the wall he leapt and pulled himself up and over to land, quiet as a cat, on the other side. The rumbling from his continued, but he looked up to make sure Emryc was making it over without trouble.
He shrugged in response and found the angle to slip off his coat within the confines of the speeder, stretched out across the back of his chair for a moment before he placing it back in the speeder. Morgan similarly covered his face. He wasn't planning on politics but his work did go better if he didn't have a bounty on his head for some bit of wetwork or other.
His eyes narrowed. Of course there was security, Cloud City had a reputation to uphold and the corporate council wasn't the most co-friendly collection of capitalists. He began to stand very, unnaturally still. His Sight stretched out and focused forward and his eyes steadily scanned the outside of the manor. Cameras and dogs. It was always dogs with rich people.
"Please, don't be ridiculous," he replied in a voice tinged with humour, "I'd never do that to the poor dogs.."
His tilted slightly, ending the stillness. The cameras were the domed glass kind, tinted to prevent tracking where the lens pointed. Which was little impediment to him, seeing as he could spot how the lenses reflected within their casings regardless. But then there were the dogs.
Morgan took a deep breath. He had his focus back, it was doable. He'd definitely decided he needed food, though, on top of the other things that were bothering him. Sooner rather than later.
"I'm going to start moving soon. Stay close," he informed him quietly, then began to concentrate. Slowly in the Force his stormcloud aura began to flash, the distant thunder of bridled fury. His skin flushed slightly to a deeper silver and his eyes tightened. A low, purring growl started in his throat and rapidly descended in octave to a bass, even tone. An ordinary human couldn't hear it unless they were right next to him, but he suspected Emryc would have no trouble.
The Force carried his will on the sound toward the dogs, the echoes reaching their ears and burying through their flesh. It was a primal and feral sound that with the weight of the Dark Side triggered an equally primal response: Fear.
The two dogs froze in place, tails tucked and ears lowered, literally scared stiff and silent. Morgan's eyes darted left to right, a beat passed, and then he shot out from where they were at an angle toward the wall away from the gate, keeping to a reasonable but quick human pace. Too fast would actually be bad in this case.
His eyes passed over the wall again, watching the cameras, and he made added a quick curve to his path around where a camera was slowly passing toward. When they reached the wall he leapt and pulled himself up and over to land, quiet as a cat, on the other side. The rumbling from his continued, but he looked up to make sure Emryc was making it over without trouble.
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