Despite their initial success the situation was deteriorating quickly. Between Yulie's wild charge, the incoming blaster fire, the captives begging for their lives and that incessant pounding music Izel could barely focus on her task. The Vratix looked between Yulie and the thugs, trying to speak, but in the end just growled to herself in exasperation and committed to maintaining their defensive screen against the enemy skiff's fire. Her pike was a blur as she twirled it around and around, sending the red streaks of energy off in all directions. She tried to send some of them back at the other skiff, but it just wasn't possible with this volume of fire. It was taking all her concentration just to keep the volleys from hitting her or anyone else.
Finally as the young Dathomirian started to break off her pursuit, only to start making some truly horrendous suggestions of using their captives as living weapons, the insectoid had had enough. With an angered cry she turned her lightsaber towards the deck, slicing clean through the vehicle's booming speakers. There was an explosion of sparks as the tune wailed plaintively before dying out.
"Be quiet! All of you!" She demanded as her head whipped between the Dathomirian and the thugs. It didn't take a Force sensitive to tell her patience was completely spent. There was no time for this nonsense. The Vratix turned her withering glare on Yulie. "I brought you up here because you told me you could handle this task." She said severely. "Were you lying to me?" There would be several moments of inaction where the Jedi simply stared the girl down, expecting some kind of reply. Then a blaster bolt tore through her left side.
Izel cried out in pain and fell forward on her hands for a moment before glancing over her shoulder. The other skiff had turned about and was approaching them now. Another volley of blaster fire peppered the deck, causing the captives to duck and cover their heads. That was that, she couldn't keep on the defensive any longer. If they didn't do something now they were going to die. Which meant she needed to make a choice. Izel took a few breaths and then grunted as she pushed herself back to her feet. However, instead of reassuming Form III this time she tossed her pike up and caught it again so she was holding it over her shoulder, ready to be flung like a javelin. The Vratix extended her free arm as she started to aim. More blaster fire whizzed past dangerously close to her. One shot even would have hit her, but she moves her free hand and caught the bolt in her palm, seeming to show no signs of being injured by the contact at all.
Finally the Vratix scuttled forward several long steps and threw her whole body into a single action, augmenting her strength with the Force and launching her pike towards the incoming skiff like a missile. For those that were able to follow the speeding pike, it would find itself impaled directly through the chest of the enemy skiff's helmsman. Suddenly the blaster fire stopped as their foes looked back in disbelief, and the skiff started to list off to the side, losing altitude. With the last of her strength Izel called the pike back towards her hand, though she collapsed at the last moment and it simply skittered across the deck of their skiff, stopping near Yulie's feet.
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Finally as the young Dathomirian started to break off her pursuit, only to start making some truly horrendous suggestions of using their captives as living weapons, the insectoid had had enough. With an angered cry she turned her lightsaber towards the deck, slicing clean through the vehicle's booming speakers. There was an explosion of sparks as the tune wailed plaintively before dying out.
"Be quiet! All of you!" She demanded as her head whipped between the Dathomirian and the thugs. It didn't take a Force sensitive to tell her patience was completely spent. There was no time for this nonsense. The Vratix turned her withering glare on Yulie. "I brought you up here because you told me you could handle this task." She said severely. "Were you lying to me?" There would be several moments of inaction where the Jedi simply stared the girl down, expecting some kind of reply. Then a blaster bolt tore through her left side.
Izel cried out in pain and fell forward on her hands for a moment before glancing over her shoulder. The other skiff had turned about and was approaching them now. Another volley of blaster fire peppered the deck, causing the captives to duck and cover their heads. That was that, she couldn't keep on the defensive any longer. If they didn't do something now they were going to die. Which meant she needed to make a choice. Izel took a few breaths and then grunted as she pushed herself back to her feet. However, instead of reassuming Form III this time she tossed her pike up and caught it again so she was holding it over her shoulder, ready to be flung like a javelin. The Vratix extended her free arm as she started to aim. More blaster fire whizzed past dangerously close to her. One shot even would have hit her, but she moves her free hand and caught the bolt in her palm, seeming to show no signs of being injured by the contact at all.
Finally the Vratix scuttled forward several long steps and threw her whole body into a single action, augmenting her strength with the Force and launching her pike towards the incoming skiff like a missile. For those that were able to follow the speeding pike, it would find itself impaled directly through the chest of the enemy skiff's helmsman. Suddenly the blaster fire stopped as their foes looked back in disbelief, and the skiff started to list off to the side, losing altitude. With the last of her strength Izel called the pike back towards her hand, though she collapsed at the last moment and it simply skittered across the deck of their skiff, stopping near Yulie's feet.
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