The Mariner

[Vindictive]

Manaan. A beautiful world covered in water. There are a few ports for sea-faring ships and starships, but those ports are few and far between. People come to this world from all over to collect valuable minerals and materials, or for other things. In some cases, a rare strain of death stix can be found on Manaan. Most people are unaware that such a highly toxic product could be made on this sort of world, but it is there none-the-less. For dealers, it's a massive pay-day. One vile could run for nearly ten thousand credits if it's potent enough.

In some of the deep recesses of one of the less famous ports of Manaan, Slypher laid bound by chain to the wall. She had been drugged by a dart that hit her on the neck. If only she had paid more attention, she would have seen it coming. Now her force powers were nearly rendered useless, as her strength left her. She wouldn't be able to blast the cage apart to escape or use her mind trick to fool one of the guards. Her lightsaber was confiscated and her robes were replaced with prisoner rags. She wasn't sure why this happened, but it happened.

As she came to, she sat up and examined the chains. She tried to pull them apart, attempting to connect herself with the force, but she was too... Well, high, to feel anything. Her world was spinning. Never before had she experienced a death stick, and to her, it was the most pleasurable and the most painful experience of her life. She looked around and was about to stand until an excrutiating pain stiffened her leg. She looked down to see a tube inserted into her thigh, ever-so slowly pumping a blue liquid into her. She assumed this was the drug.

"Boss, she's awake," someone said. She looked around, having to squint because the lights were so bright to her. She saw a shadow approach the cage, hands on its hips.

"Welcome, little girl. How's the Ethorium? Oh, right, you force adepts don't deal with this kind of stuff. I'm sure you're enjoying the sensation, though," he said, his voice deeper than anyone she'd ever heard before.

"What is this? Where... Where am I?" Slypher asked, her voice dry and raspy. She figured she'd been out for a few days.

"You're in my factory. Soon, you'll be transported to one of my sea-ships, The Mariner, where your blood will be extracted for the high dose of midichlorian you Jedi all seem to have. It's funny how easily your kind succumbs to death sticks," he explained.

"Why do you need my blood?" She asked, trying to stand to her feet. The tube in her leg continued to pull her back down with the immense pain.

"For my own mixture, of course. Those midichlorians in your blood make for a powerful concoction. We sell them by the kilos. But don't worry, we only take a few. We only need a few," he explained. If only she could use her force powers.

"I'll make you pay for this, bastard!" She yelled, only to hold her head and curl up in a corner from the pain. It was a searing, stabbing pain. The more she felt, the angrier she got. Unfortunately, she could do nothing about it.

"We'll see. Enjoy the high, my friend. It'll be the last feeling you get," said the man as he walked back into the light. For once, Slypher was scared. She backed herself into the corner and held her knees, trying to think of a way to get out of the situation. It didn't help that her mind was on cloud 9. She prayed for a lucky break...

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Held by electric restrainers, Venelin Krayt had everything but calm on his mind. They drugged him twice, three times, yet nothing seemed to put this Umbaran to sleep. They brought him down to their master. "So, who do we have here?" Venelin swiftly reacted with a hard trip to the guy. "Ouch. This one is tough. I want extras from him." Venelin wasn't about to give up his own blood. They threw him in the corner with the girl. "Not having a good day, eh? I wouldn't imagine what they could try to do to me. I would kill them where they stand, had it not been for these restrainers."

 

[Vindictive]

"You and me both," slypher responded. The situation happened so fast, it was almost an instant. The drug was starting to calm down, however. She could think more clearly. If only i had been more aware, i could've stopped this. It would have been a quick fight."

She looked once again around the cell, trying to find something that could be of use. Then it hit her; he wasn't drugged. He could use the force, perhaps.

"How sober are you," she asked, rattling her metal chains. She hoped he would take the hint and snap the chains.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

"Very sober. I am guessing you wish for to snap your chains, right? I could set you free if I could find my lightsabers." Venelin spoke with a recognition of the hint Slypher was giving. He could escape from his robes and strike, that could have been great for him. He kept searching in his robes and finally found his lightsabers. "Come closer to me. I can't reach you where you are at."

 

[Wolf231]

Arisa fluttered in and out of consciousness as she lay int he far corner of the dingy cell, hearing bits and pieces of what the guards had to say with no real understanding. She wasn't even sure where she was - the drug so new and potent to her that she wasn't even able to even ask herself where she was, let alone figure it out. They had injected a heavier dose for transport that was only now starting to wear off, leading to another bout of wakefulness. She tried to sit up, but the effort was simply too much for her. So she simply laid there for now, eyes open and starring at nothing.

"Looks like that Jedi is awake too." She heard a voice calling out, but couldn't place which guard had spoken the words. She tried to connect to the Force, to purge away this drugged feeling - but nothing happened. She was disconnected and felt simply lost. Finally she was conscious enough to try and process what had happened. She had been taking a drink at a bar - and that was the last thing she remembered. The bastards must have slipped something into her drink, then injected her with something more powerful to keep her unconscious. Her eyes moved down to look at herself, or at least her own legs in her curled up posture. Somewhere along the lines her saber had been taken, as well as everything else - she was dressed in unfamiliar rags that did a poor job of keeping her warm or hiding much. Likely designed that way so they would have a hard time escaping, or hiding anything on their persons.

She let out a groan, eyeballing the tube slowly pushing a strange blue liquid into her thigh, and finally looked about the dark cell. She ignored the guards this time, enough to see another girl chained to the far wall, and a strange looking man huddling there with her. Slowly, carefully she managed to sit herself up, leaning against the wall she now discovered she was chained to as well. She found it odd she hadn't noticed before, but then - her senses weren't exactly sharp. It was taking all of her willpower just to stay awake, let alone plan for an escape. Still, something half-remembered resonated in her mind. They would be transferred to a ship - and unless they were drugged again, that would be a good time to try an escape, she thought. If she could find a way to communicate with the other prisoners before then, anyways. Her eyes moved to the guards, mind willing them to leave for just a minute. How she wished she had access to the Force in that moment, but it was simply no use.

 

[Vindictive]

"Look's like the Jedi's awake too," said a voice that switched from a high-pitched, child-like tone to a low, demonic growl. Her face was a mixture of confusion, fear, and... Just... Well, yeah. She looked around once again to find a way to get the chains off of her, seeing as how she couldn't get any closer to the other Sith in the same cell than she already was. She cursed her luck.

She tried to sit up once again, not remembering how she fell over in the first place, and tried to talk a little louder without the guards noticing. "Hey," she called, probably sounding more like a mentally-impared gungan than a Sith. "I thought I heard someone say 'Jedi,'" she said. Only then did she realize how dumb she actually sounded. She wished so badly she could grab one of the idiots that captured her and wring their scrawny necks. But anger would do her no good without any force powers to back it up.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Venelin came closer to Slypher, only to find out that one of his lightsabers was missing. He remembered that he had one in open view. But Venelin was not a dumb Umbaran. He knew his kind and their tricks all too well. He cleverly hid his second lightsaber in his robes, under his armpits. He reached for his hidden lightsaber. "This should free all of us." He ignited it. The guards heard it. With a swift move, he used Force Push to knock back the advancing guards and cut Slypher's chains and his restrainer. "Get up, We have to move!"

 

[Wolf231]

Arisa heard the girl across the cage calling out loud enough for her to hear - but then she almost wished she hadn't. The growlin anger in the woman's words spoke of a hatred for Jedi, and the guards had just called her one. Of course. She could just tell this was going to go swell, now. If they managed to escape before her, she was probably going to die even sooner then whoever had captured them had planned. But then, the girl surprised her by saying something that sounded rather dumb. Normally Arisa would have easily capitalized on the gaffe, but unfortunately her brain was just as addled as the Sith's. so instead of playing off that, she returned back with a fairly idiotic "Nope. He called me a Sith." It was even accompanied by a nod, though she regretted it immediately and let out a groan. Her head simultaneously felt like it was going to explode and was imparting a sense of euphoria. It was extremely disorienting. There was almost no chance that either of the Sith were going to be fooled by her claim - it just completely sounded like an outright lie. Given their current predicament, she at least hoped they wouldn't be so focused on killing her that they all missed a chance to escape.

 

[Vindictive]

[Sophia has agreed to limit Venelin over PM so that he's semi-sober and is just as unarmed as the rest of us, as well as his robes taken. He has access to limited force powers, due to slight drug-resistance as a genetic inheritance. The thread will continue on going off of this from this post forward.]

"Nope, he called me a Sith," the other girl said. Half dazed, Slypher slowly and lazily raised her wobbly head, trying to look around once more. She sat up and tried to think, but once again failing to from the high that wasn't going away any time soon. If only the floors weren't so fluid; she'd be able to stand and keep her balance- wait, the floors were fluid? Was she sitting on waves? She didn't know what went into this stuff, but if she were trying to relax and have a good time after retirement from the Sith, this would definitely be the way to do it.

She looked back at the chains and figured getting her hands in front of her would be a good start before she tried talking back to her other stoner- err, cell mates. She carefully, or what she thought was carefully, lifted her heavy butt into the air with her back pressed against the wall, and slid her arms underneath her before flopping back on the ground with a loud thud! Then she realized the problem with her arms placed where they were; if she moved them wrong, the blue, tubby-thingy would be yanked out of her leg. In her current state, she didn't know how far the tube went into her leg, nor did she know what it would rip out if she did yank it.

"Sure," she said to the Jedi-Sith-Lady-Thingy, but then tried to make a concerned face at her voice. Her voice sounded like a Krayt Dragon trying to speak basic trade with a gungan accent. She wasn't sure if it was just the high making it sound that way, or if she really did sound that absolutely rediculous. She almost started laughing. "I believe you," she said, her voice finally sounding normal.

She then tried to grab the tube in her leg and pull on it a little, only to groan in pain at every single touch to it. She then turned her attention to the other guy who was in the cell with her, only to blink in surprise and almost fall back over on her side. Before he looked normal-ish, he looked like a shadow of a very obese gungan dressed in a rediculous outfit with red glowing eyes. She blinked a few more times and then opened her mouth to speak, but instead yawned.

frustrated, she forced her mouth shut and said, "hey, try and use the force on your chains or something. See if you can use it. You're more... Not... err, high, I guess? Than the rest of us, so you should be able to perform magic tricks." She said, only then realizing how high she truly was. She sounded like a child who didn't even know what the force was. She then looked around as her eyelids got very heavy. She was getting tired. To keep herself awake, she nudged the tube just a bit to send shocking pain rippling through her body, sobering her up for only a few minutes.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Raslekx have been out during all that happened finally woke up. He sat up and looked at the others with a face that was a mix of boredom and the hight from the drug.

 

[Wolf231]

Arisa let out a fit of helpless giggles towards the Sith lady - or rather, how her voice sounded. It was almost like she was speaking a whole different language! They subsided when she watched the woman touch the tube in her leg and grimace in pain, a somewhat sobering experience as she looked down at the tube in her own leg. How were they supposed to eat out of here if they couldn't even get away from the tubes? But then, the magic juice - magic juice? Had she really just thought of it as magic juice? - had to be coming from somewhere. Slowly her eyes trailed up the length of the tube until it ended at a bag hanging outside of her reach. So if they got out of their chains, they could just bring the bags with them? It would mean they'd still be drugged, but at least not bleeding all over the place.

She returned to the present, her eyes moving to the somewhat lucid Umbaran and then back towards the Sith girl. She blinked a few times, her brain slowly processing, before she called out across the cage. "They said they were going to move us to - uh, somewhere? Maybe we can escape from there, or... On the way to there?" She quickly shut up as either her voice had been much too loud or the guards were coming back for another reason, but regardless she heard footsteps coming their way. "Shhhh!" She was even louder then before with this, but she needed to let everyone know to be quiet, right? A couple of guards appeared and all shot her a glare, which made her whimper fairly pathetically and try to shrink into the ground. Just what was this drug doing to her? She wanted to stand and smash those pathetic guards into the ground, but all she could do was cower like... Like a Sith! She suddenly broke into another fit of giggles at the joke in her head, but stopped when she saw no one else was laughing. "Why aren't you laughing? That was funny!"

 

[Vindictive]

[After the tubes are removed from all of your characters, the drug will wear off near the end of the thread. Slypher will be the first to have it completely wear off, since she was the first to lose the tube. Once she starts getting her powers, everyone else will.]

As the guards appeared, facing the other girl across the way, she started to laugh incontrollably. "Why aren't you laughing? That was funny!" She said, looking around at the rest of them. Slypher almost wanted to laugh for the simple reason of the other girl laughing, but glared at the guards as they turned and faced her. Well, she tried to glare at least. Her face probably looked like the fat gungan she was imagining earlier.

"What're you grimmacing at, fire-crotch?" The spat at Slypher. She tried to stand once more, muscling her way through the pain as it shot up her leg. The sober sensation returned, giving her a clear mind as she got to her knees. "H-hey! What are you doing?! Don't you know, if you rip that tube out, you'll bleed out?! The Chimirum and the Formolothiride is keeping you from using the force! You can't-

"What do you mean? Didn't the boss say that the tube only went just past the skin? Said it was too big, so he didn't want to force it past that. Said it would sever too many important arteries," the other guard said. His companion slowly looked at him, making it seem as though he was going to pull out a batan stun-bat and beat him with it. Then he looked back at Slypher, who was just sober enough to comprehend what they were saying. She couldn't help but grin at their stupidity.

"Hurry! open the gate!" The guard said as his partner dropped the card-key through the bars. How foolish of them to use such old technology. Shield barriers work so much better now-a-days. Slypher let out a blood-curddling scream as she grabbed the tube in her leg and pulled. She barely even tugged, and yet it still sent wave after wave of pain. The harder she pulled, the more intense the pain.

"You guards *pant* should know that I've had my arm popped out *pant* of place when I was 14," she said as she continued to pull on the tube.

"So? That's no big deal, fire-crotch," the guard said. This time, she legitimately glared at the guard.

"I popped it back into place right afterwards," she said as she finally yanked the tube from her thigh, letting out a loud scream as she fell to the ground. She grabbed the wound only for a moment, watching as a mixture of blood and the chemical seeped out. It would be a little while, but the wound wasn't deep. They were right. They all had a chance to remove the tubing and get themselves sober. She could see the guards look around, worried that her scream attracted attention unwanted. She never said she didn't feel pain or scream from it, just that she could muscle through it.

When she felt okay to walk, she stood to her feet and tried to use the force to pull the card key to her, but nothing happened. The key stayed put. She tried again, but it was no use. Her force powers were still rendered useless. Now that she thought about it, her high was starting to come back as well. Was she really full of that many drugs? She didn't dwell on it as the guard finally reached the key and pulled it out, opening the door to the cell. She had only a few moments before the effects of the drugs kicked back in, even it was only half as strong. Half as strong meant she was only half at her best.

the guards came in and immediately charged her. Each step sent pain through her body that prolonged her sobriety, which was what she needed. The first guard swung with his stun-baton, but was thrown against the wall face first as Slypher quickly dodged out of the way and kicked him as hard as she could into the wall. Whether it was dumb luck or not, because she knew her own strength, the man fell over dead with his nose shoved into his skull. He had hit the wall at just the right angle. Quickly, while the other guard was awestruck at his friend's death, she grabbed the baton off his dead body and waited for him to move in.

He swung hard, trying to hit her in her side. She barely dodged and retaliated with a strike to his head as hard as she could. The man fell to the ground, unconscious, and was about to come to until Slypher repeatedly bashed his head in with the baton. A puddle of blood made its way to the hall. She sighed in relief, but chose not to hesitate. She was relying on her movement to keep the pain coming, keeping her just sober enough to function. She searched the bodies until she found another card-key. She waved it over the sensor for the chains that bound them, and almost jumped for joy when the chains released around her ankles and wrists. She was free.

She grabbed the batons and the other card key and was about to make a run for it until she remembered that she couldn't use the force. Whether she realized it or not, she needed all the help she could get. She would have to move quickly, though, or more guards would show up. And they would probably have blasters. She grabbed the card-key and opened the cell across from her, stumbling in and trying to make sure the Jedi could reason. She would get to the other Sith in a minute.

"Hey," she said to the Jedi girl, tapping the tube on her thigh. She knew the pain would wake the girl up a bit to actually hold a conversation. "Hey, Jedi. C'mon, sober up! Talk to me! We have to go, so tell me you can talk, or I'll tap this kriffin tube harder," she swore. She wasn't in a mood to play games.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Venelin kept looking around for something he can fidget with, since he couldn't do anything. Being semi-sober, he didn't have much to wait for. It was important that he fidgeted, cause it would keep him from diluting his focus. He played around with whatever he could reach. "Aye, I don't have anything to fight with. The Force seems to have abandoned me." His Force Powers were useless, and his lightsabers were way out of reach. He was hopeless. He might as well end his life here, than to tolerate such pain.

 

[Vindictive]

(Sorry, saw a great "Sith" moment and had to post it. Now we wait for Wolf and he can take my next turn too.)

"Hell no!" Slypher cursed. She got up and walked over to the other drugged Sith and crouched down beside him. "If you die, we all die. Just as if I died, you would die soon too. We are Sith. Pain is but mere weakness leaving the body. I am a sixteen-year-old human girl, and I outsmarted two fully grown adults, killing them as well, without using the force. My master, the Empress Andraste, would kill you here now for such cowardice! If you want to make it out alive, then show me the Sith that have my back in a fight. The Sith you really are," she said, almost yelled, as she unlocked his chains and grabbed the tube in his thigh.

"Let the pain sober you up. Then remove the tube by yanking it. The pain with every step will keep you just sober enough. But your force powers are useless for now. When you and the other force user over there are free from the tube, we will move. Stay alert. Stay quiet. We have to rely on wits," she said, letting go of the tube. She made her way back to the Jedi, hoping the drug didn't kick back in all the way.

"Are you able to function, Jedi?" She asked, almost forcing the word out of her mouth. She slid the key-card over the lock, unlocking the chains around her limbs. "You're going to have to pull that thing out of your thigh. You may be Jedi, but you're still a trained fighter, monk or not. Let the pain sober you," she said. She gripped the baton and stood at the cell door, hiding and keeping watch for guards as they were removing the tubes.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Raslekx noticed the others makeing there move. he assumed thet still hadent noticed him so he called out "HEY you girl ,sithy! Sithy? what sith would ever say sithy? he thout in the back of his mind then continude "You wanna help out another fellow sithy over here?

Raslekx also noticed his lack of controle to his emotions he knew something was wrong and it had to have something to do with this tube. At least he thought it had something to do with the tube.

 

[Wolf231]

The guards were soon distracted by the Sith across from her, and what happened next she wasn't sure that she wasn't hallucinating. They had a conversation that ended with them actually opening up the cell, though she was too drugged up to figure out that it was actually quite relevant to herself as well. Instead she just watched in amazement as the Sith ripped out the tube in her leg, then proceeded to kill both guards while chained up and unarmed. And that was without the use of the Force? She was scary, that was certain. The woman freed herself and Arisa put her head back against the wall. She was not expecting the Sith to save her, so what would some sleep hurt, right?

She woke up with a cry of pain as the Sith jostled the tube in her leg painfully, having to bite off a curse as it would likely only gain her another yank on that tube. Her eyes opened and she realized that the Sith had said something to her, but she didn't know what it had been. The pain was sobering, at least mentally - allowing her to think clearly even as the Sith left and went to educate the other Sith on - well, being a Sith, apparently. And another thing that chilled her blood - thankfully so, as it kept the drug from taking over her senses again, at least for now. This woman was the apprentice of the Sith Empress herself? Maybe she was better off just staying here and letting them kill her. At least it sounded less painful then meeting the Empress face to face.

Before she could continue that line of thought the Sith was back - and unlocked her chains of all things, telling her to ya I the tube out of her thigh. The way she said 'Jedi' made her grit her teeth and reach immediately for the tube, grabbing and forcefully yanking it out, inch by torturous inch. She had to fight just to keep from screaming, her teeth gritting and her cries of pain still louder them the ones the Sith had made. Still, she had been right - the pain was very sobering. She stood to her feet, looking at the wound left in her thigh. She knelt for a moment, ripping a piece off the almost useless rags she had on and tiring it tight just above the wound, to stem the flow of blood. She grunted as it tightened, but that was it.

Then she stood and moved to the cell door, giving a firm nod towards the girl to show she was ready. For a while at least, she wouldn't feel the effects of the drug very keenly, and they needed to use the time they were all 'sober' to escape - even if they couldn't use the Force. Hopefully they could at least find their lightsabers, even if actually using one in their state was a very bad idea. She noted that the woman had two stun batons now and held her hand out, a questioning look in her eyes. Would this Sith arm her before her comrades? Probably not. But it never hurt to know exactly where you stood.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Relieved at the removal of the tube, Venelin started slowly gaining consciousness. He still wasn't fully sober. As he rapidly pulled the tube from his leg, he realized one thing. He was semi-immobilized. His right leg was his dominant leg and he can't really walk without it. He struggled to get up. "I will watch your back, even if I have to go to the end of Umbara to do it. We are Sith after all. We are the ones who kill and not them." He kept his anger at a steady level and was crunching his teeth together. No one would even realize how bloodthirsty Venelin was right now. He just wanted to kill someone, and kill that someone fast.

 

[Vindictive]

As they were getting themselves mobile and ready to move, Slypher noticed a third force adept chained and bound. She walked over to the cage quietly and unlocked the door. Once she slipped in, she gave the mans' tube a good few taps to sober him up, and then unlocked the chains. "C'mon. Sithy's breaking you out. Just yank the tube from your thigh. It's going to hurt," she said, making her way back to the cage with the Jedi in it, who had gotten herself out of her confines. She was more resiliant than Slypher gave the Jedi credit for.

"There are rewards for strength among the Sith. Here; you'll need this," Slypher said, tossing the Jedi one of the batons. Then the other Sith caught her attention. He had made it through the chains and ripped the tube out, relying on it to keep him sober just as she had instructed. Perhaps they would make it out of there yet. She peaked around for more guards, but when she found none, she barrel-rolled to the other cage and handed him the other baton.

"That's more like it, Sith. Take this and use it well. We need to be careful with how we make it out of here," she said more to all of them as a group than to each individual. "We Sith thrive on fights and whatever challenges make us stronger. You Jedi thrive on keeping peace and fighting to defend it. Well, we can both agree that this group of people are disturbing the peace, and offering a challenge. They took our force powers, but only momentarily. We can make it through this alive. Our first goal is to get our lightsabers and have them ready until we can use the force again, lest we chop our own limbs off. Stay with me, stay quiet, stay alert, and above all, keep that leg in pain. It's the only barrier between you and the drug."

When she finished talking, she went back to the dead bodies that were in her cage and searched them, looking for a datapad. Satisfied with her result, she switched the datapad on and searched for any information as to where their lightsabers were. Much to their convenience, they weren't anywhere near where a lot of guards were. They were stowed away in storage, along with millions of other lightsabers they were keeping as "souvenirs." She peaked back out the hall, calming herself and her anxiety before stepping out.

"Follow me. I know where the lightsabers are. And if you run into guards with blasters, find cover immediately. We can't use the force, meaning those shots will kill us more-so than anyone else because of this armor," she said, waving for everyone to follow her lead. She started to make her way down the hall, waiting for them at the first turn, periodically checking around the corner to make sure no guards were coming. She would have to find a weapon, and fast.

 

[Wolf231]

The Sith was a leader, she could tell. There was something big in her future - assuming she didn't die here. A baton was given to her, the other to another Sith - and then they were soon on their way, sneaking through corridors and trying to follow the map the female Sith had found in a way that would have them pass by as few guards as possible. For her part, she kept the baton ready in case they came around a corner and ran into any guards; in fact she made sure she was ahead of the other Sith with his baton. Not because she had an urge for violence, it was actually because she intended to knock the guards out without using lethal force. They didn't need to die, for all she knew they were here for the money and didn't really know what was going on.

As they crept along not running into anyone, she started to grow worried. This was seeming -too- easy, like it was a trap. She didn't know what kind of trap started with sending two people to their deaths, but for someone as twisted as to kidnap people for their blood, it seemed almost trivial. What would two lives matter to them? A frown creased her face as her hand periodically dug fingers into the hole in her leg, each time causing her to hiss in pain but keeping her mind running on adrenaline instead of the drug. Finally she could take it no more and brought a hand up to place on the female Sith's shoulder, to keep her fork moving on.

"This seems too easy. Someone must have heard what happened back there, or another patrol finding those two dead. Yet I don't hear any alarm, and we haven't seen a soul. It's so bloody quiet.." She paused to glance around. "I don't like this. Feels like a trap." She shrugged - trap or not, they were sitting ducks in these rags with only two batons between the four of them. "I guess we have to move on, but let's all be extra careful." She nodded and removed her hand, though from that point as they continued she would be keeping an eye on any windows they passed by, at least trying to get a bearing of where they were in the galaxy.

 

[Sophia McLaren-Cobb]

Venelin was starting to regain his focus, yet still he had to keep up with the rest. Venelin knew guerilla warfare tactics, and he believed that this was a good time to use them. "Does anyone have any sort of weapon?" he whispered quietly. He had a good plan in mind, but it required that some noise be made. He was growing nervous, but still kept anger in his mind. He was more than happy to kill someone, if it need be.