Cormond
Y131
Late at night...
Y131
Late at night...
"Oi Laeo! How aboutcha hand ova that lil blaster after yer stunt, and maybe we won't put a hole between yer eyes?"
The shout came from the green Twi'lek, and Laeo wasn't really in the mood to argue- but he wasn't in the mood to supplicate either. A young weequay pulled out a blaster rifle, grinning wide as he pointed it at the human boy.
He was fifteen, and these guys were mad at him. He and a couple of his friends in a gang had decided they'd do a bit of a speed-by, shooting at them on the street before getting away. But Laeo had been a bit to cocky, hanging off the edge of the speeder and getting knocked off by a lampost. He probably had a couple broken ribs, which was why he wasn't able to run quick enough for him to escape.
"Ta heel with ani of ya, maybay oll!" He grunted, pointing his blaster pistol at them, anger in his eyes. The Rodian, who seemed like the leader, laughed a bit. "What is it with you and that accent, humie?!" She asked in a mocking tone, twirling a knife in her hand. "Tis'ow I talk! Mum and everywan ilse in me block, 'ell, the entire CITY, spoke like I do! Stop actin' like I'm weird, it's BASIC, ain't it?!" the boy shouted back, before doubling over in pain. "Kriff..."
The small gang laughed, the Twi'lek shaking his head. "You're a kriffin' idiot, ya know that? Movin' in on our territory, firing a couple of shots to act tough. How old is your gang boss? Twenty? How many people do you even have?" the gangster asked, and his weequay ally fired in between Laeonas' legs.
"C'mon Laeo, don't make us kill ya. We might old shootcha in the left nut or somethin if you just tell us what we want t'know!" The weequay said in a familiarly raspy tone. The human boy stood up, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes.
Without warning, the entire left panel of the wall suddenly came off, slamming into the Rodian girl. The weequay barely had time to scream before he was pulled up into the air, dropping his rifle.
The Twi'lek stared in absolute horror at what he witnessed, but before he could run away, he'd find himself on the ground, throat closing up like an angry hand was choking him.
Laeonas, both arms outstretched and hands clenched into fists, was glaring with eyes full of hate at the both of them. "Skani, Guelphesh, don't go and til me THAT'S how yer gonna fight back. Clutchin' at yer throats laike blue milk went down yer windpipes?~" The boy would say in a mocking tone. Skani, the Twi'lek, outstretched his arms in a pleading gesture, but he would sooner hit the ground before he could finish, still unable to move. Guelphesh, the weequay, was still in the air, barely able to breathe. "Idon't s'pose ya can shoot me anywhere now? Maybe I'll just have to shoot tha both of ya?" He'd muse, the weequay's eyes filling with even more terror.
"...nah."
The two of their struggles would suddenly be cut short as their bodies went limp. They fell, eyes closed, with labored breathes.
He had forced their minds to sleep. Laeonas didn't want them remembering much, and he hoped his desire had been communicated through his manipulations on their minds- he couldn't force it, he knew that much from previous attempts. But his will could be communicated through his power, and he knew that.
Hobbling out of the alley, Laeonas would make his way back to the hideout. No doubt he'd have some explaining to do to the boss.