Ryll Talk [Ryloth 1]

[Korvo]

Whatever anyone could say about the situation, one could never claim there was a dull moment. Recalling her HALO from the main room ahead, the slicer kept her holo-computer active. She'd already identified a few "hotspots" and wanted to be able to activate them at a moment's notice. Adaptable as she was, she lacked a fighter's proficiency in enclosed spaces. She needed every advantage she could keep for herself. As she turned around the corner from the terrace, Aurelia arrived at the corridor to see the sparks in the darkness. Clashes of metal against metal. Even through the dimmer red illumination of the emergency lighting, Aurelia could see the deflective strike from the Blood Carver, Ko Shiv, against the Trandoshan's vibroblade.

The exchange was brief, brutal and borderline barbarous, as through the glimmer of metallic sparks, the confrontation ended with the Trandoshan's throat being gutted out. The Gand Findsman—she couldn't focus to recall his name—had been dazed by an optical flashbomb of some sort or another, but Ko Shiv basically ignored him. Aurelia bit down on one side of her bottom lip as her eyes shifted. This went beyond being out of her depth, these were her situational "unknown regions". She was skilled at escaping from fights, not trekking to their heart.

Aww, sithspit!

She was in. There was a strange intuition Aurelia had, one that perked in her when she was in pivotal moments of choice. This was an opportunity. Whether obvious or subtle, known or yet to be made evident. And opportunity was what she lived for. It was almost an irony, her own avarice pushed her into danger. Up the corridor into the room beyond, the situation appeared to have settled itself.

"Oh, bullocks...," Aurelia's statement was almost an involuntary reaction to the grim scene and smell.

Corpses were everywhere, with her cupping her hand over her nose and mouth from the scent of burnt flesh and blaster exhaust that had been filling up the air. Drusas was rallying everyone back together with a 'this is it' speech. More or less, Aurelia had to agree. Things were happening. Too many things, and too fast. Decisions had to be made, soon—this was the worst possible time for stagnation or indecisiveness, and the easiest situation for it to happen in. Aurelia could practically feel her pupils dilate after what sounded like the shriek of a ghost bellowing out. She didn't know whose it was, and frankly she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, it was neither her business nor her problem, and she wasn't eager to take on someone else's. However, she could tell that it visibly disturbed Drusas, and couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Well the sooner we get bloody moving the better, yeah? Lead on then, what's our next move."

 

[Richie B.]

Jaleer could feel death around him, many of the people were hurt yet Jaleer couldn't heal them with the force like he wanted to, he would be lucky if they didn't call the Sith to hunt him down this very moment, but Jaleer had little time for that as the Twi'lek smuggler called for everyone to come other, Jaleer followed keeping his brown robes tightly around him Jaleer knew it was pointless but it made him feel better. Jaleer kept his eyes moving looking at everyone trying to gauge their reactions and feelings. But Jaleer wasn't good at such things and decided he might as well through in his own thoughts.

"We should leave now, who knows what is happening to the slaves right now." Jaleer's focus was still on the slaves and he mentioned it so everyone remembers why they are here, in case any of them had cold feet but, Jaleer had a feeling that many had very different motives than Jaleer's.

Jaleer hoped that whatever happens they leave soon before it becomes dangerous, Jaleer knows how valuable his head is worth to the Sith at the moment and though he didn't fear death he had no plans on dying today.

 

[wristclerk]

Rooney rolled off the dead thug, pain still rang throughout his body from the stun shot that struck him in the left shoulder. His face smashed to the floor, he could feel the slight trickle of cold blood on his chin from the dead thug. He pushed himself up, his DL-18 blaster pistol discarded among the broken glass of the dance floor, he sat up against the bar, blood splattered across his face and his cloths. His vision blurry from the stun shot, his hangover starting early, and his muscles ached. He rubbed his head trying to regain a least a shred of consciousness.
The emergency lights flashed throughout the club, the music drowned out the emergency klaxons making it sound as though the music was an emergency playlist. He pulled himself up off of the ground only to be greeted with a sudden flash, sending him back against the wall and momentarily blinding him. For a few minutes all he could see was a blinding white light and his ears rang making him almost deaf and creating a larger headache than he previously had.
As he sat there waiting for his vision and hearing to return he could sort of hear what everyone was talking about, though he had no exact idea as to what was happening. After his vision cleared and his hearing returned he stood up, still shaking off the stun feeling, he balanced himself on the bar counter top and walked around to the dance floor. He didn't really see anyone around him other than some dead bodies and cowering civilians.

"R6... startup the ship... I'm coming to you." Rooney stumbles out the front doors and onto the street into a puddle of some watery runoff. He immediately jumps to he feet and keeps running through the streets trying to reach the hangar.