Ask The Peak of Power

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Fortunately Lemon’s master had taught her that Force Disable was best served with a lightsaber so Lin would have no arguments from Lem. And, just like that, he vanished from view, but not entirely.

“WATCH IT YOU’VE GOT ONE ON YOUR TAIL” Lin ducked just in time but Lem doubted it was because he heard her. She had also given herself away. Her master would not be impressed.

Her own boulder was now being pummeled by blaster bolts flying from corporate security. “Ya think!?” Lem interrogated over the line. “Did ya accidentally cast Force Cough or Sneeze or— SABADA!”

A chunk of mangled rock flew past Lem’s head. THAT’S IT. She took a few nanoseconds to weigh her options. Six droids. Two Jedi. Hold the Force Disable. GO.

“UNTO THE BREACH, PAD!” Lem wasn’t feeling friendly anymore and there was still some poop on her goggles as she came out from behind the rock, unbent, unbowed and unburdened.

Her goggles were stifling, they narrowed her vision, and she must see far. Her backpack was heavy, it threw her off balance, and her target is far away.

-PEW!-PEW!-PEW!- Three bolts were deflected with ease, a blade of violet violence thrumming into view. More bolts came and more bolts were pimp-smacked. Then the Jedi came.

-PHWOOM!- There goes that droid’s head!
-PHWISH!- That’s two!
-PHWUNK!- Three and counting!

Security droids were formidable, it was said, but even against a Jedi Padawan these ones were little more than broken cappuccino machines—and a purple lightsaber was the tool.


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[Quin Leonkri]

“It was my first time!” Quin yelled back indignantly into his comms as more bolts flew over his head. After a moment they suddenly switched directions. What? He looked back and saw Lemon, bird poop on goggles and all, out in the middle of the road deflecting all the blaster bolts the droids were throwing at her. He didn’t have much time to be impressed when he realized that she wasn’t going to keep it up forever, and so he sprung into action.

Hoping that Lemon could keep up her excellent defense for just a few more seconds, Quin quickly made his way through the boulders until he was at the very edge, right by the factory door. There were only three droids remaining now, courtesy of his companion. Now in range, he shot out his hand and grabbed one with the Force, pulling it up into the air before crushing its head. The metal crumpled like paper and he let it fall, drawing his lightsaber and slicing the pair that remained in half with two clean sweeps.

It was only when he was sure that they were fully deactivated that his blade switched off with a snap, and he turned back to check on Lemon.

“Whew. That was a close one,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “Now we just hope they didn’t tell the entire factory that we’re here.”

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Were Lemon fighting ninja robots or Sith samurai then things might not have developed so well. Yet, the best offense was the best defense, they said, and a lightsaber was the best of both.

It had bolted bolts away from her face, cleaved through a droid’s neck, deflected a bolt into his best friend’s face, finally flinging her saber like a boomerang as it passed through a third droid’s waist.

What she had not done was what she had hoped Lin would do. “Impressive…” Lem spoke softly. Force powers were not so much her forte but then Lin combined Force with sword and— “Most impressive.”

Lem sheathed her own sword and felt confident in the future given how things transpired thus far. “Nah I’m sure they were too busy getting owned to call for Mommy. Hey, check it out!” Not so subtle pointing at those droids whose legs were some feet away from their torsos. “We’re three for three!” Lem held up her hand for a high five when—

“ALERT. ALERT. ALERT.” Blared the alarm system.

“...Heh.” Awkward wave.


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[Quin Leonkri]

“Three for three, let’s go!” Quin grinned and raised his own hand for a high five, but it was too soon to celebrate. Lemon’s turned into an awkward wave, and his went back to ruffle his hair as the alarm blared out alert messages that he was certain even their pilot could hear all the way down the mountain.

“ALERT. ALERT. ALERT. LOCKDOWN. LOCKDOWN. LOCKDOWN.”

“Scratch that.” He walked up to the door, eyeing the keypad on the side with what he assumed was a control panel underneath it. “I can try to disable it and unlock the door for us. What’s on the other side, well, I hope it’s not more droids.” Taking his lightsaber in one hand, he cut the lock of the panel and opened it with the other. About a minute or two after putting in what he thought were the right codes, the alarm stopped and the door slid open.

“Perfect!” he exclaimed, gesturing for Lemon to come along when he suddenly found himself face to face with a very tall, crossed-armed Trandoshan in a business suit surrounded by five more of the YD security droids.

“What do you think you are doing here?”

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Lem formed half of a frown. “I mean…these droids do make good exercise and target practice, I gotta give ‘em that…” Turn six into sixty and sixty into six hundred, however, and Nan’s your nanny.

The Padawan collected her thoughts as she watched the sky, specifically the big building beneath it, searching for enemies who might take pot shots from walls or towers. No one’s home. More like in a factory like this on a mountain like this it did make sense to keep most folks indoors.

Lin managed to both shut off the alarm and open the doors and got a pat on the back as Lem came along. Her lightsaber was out again but not ignited. Instinct told her to the moment they encountered the business suit and his five bodyguards. No. You’re better than this. Use the Force!

“We…” Leh’Min’Ayd took a breath, composed herself, gazed up into the eyes of that Trandoshan. Don’t mess with the Trandoshans, Nan always said. “We are here to inspect your vents, sir.” She swallowed. “Forrrrrr ventilation…issues…” Blinked. "And...um...mold." Business blinked back. Frowned.

Lem slowly waved a hand. “You don’t want to imprison and torture and inevitably maim and murder us poor kids.”

Spoiler: Dice Roll

Roll: 12
Reason: Force persuade or whatever whatzamacallzit

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[Quin Leonkri]

Come on Lemon, you got this… Quin was nodding fervently at what Lemon was saying, though it probably didn’t look very believable considering the utterly wrecked droids behind them. Then Lemon waved her hand, and Quin hoped desperately that it would work.

“I will not imprison or torture or maim and murder you,” the Trandoshan said slowly before stepping aside. “Please, come in and finish your inspection. I hope everything is on par with your standards.” Quin wanted to give Lemon that high-five right now and buy her a cappuccino, but he kept his face stern and shook his hand with the business lizard.

“Thank you, sir.” The droids moved aside for the pair of Padawans as well, and it was all Quin could do to continue walking forward and resist breaking out into a sprint as soon as they were out of sight. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath, which he finally let go when they were surrounded with nothing but clanking and groaning machinery in the corridor.

“Alright. Our mission was to shut this place down, right? That means we can’t give them a way to restart it after we leave. That rules out just pressing some buttons.” He put a hand up to his chin and gazed at the machines. They couldn’t exactly blow up the place, could they?

“We could… disable the power source. That’ll take a long time to fix,” he suggested. “You have any better ideas?”

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Lemon was a tad taken aback, having not expected much except for being rudely turned away instead of flayed alive. Instead she became a ventilation expert. Very dangerous over short distances! Hummm! “Y-Yes, sir, thank you, sir, yes, I agree!”

Lin led Lem, who was suddenly the worst actor in the world, both this one and all the way to Korriban. “How are you, Sir Trandoshan, sir? Oh, don't mind us, we’re just gonna go inspect those bathroo– ventilation vents heheh...heh?” She caught a quivering eyebrow just in time to turn the corridor. Phew.

Lin and Lem flew. Lem turned to Lin, quivering a brow of her own. “Sooo what happened to your lungs again?” He had already moved on. “Well, what would Solo and Chewie do?” A finger pressed against her lip.

“Wish I knew but at some point Deputy Dumbstick is gonna catch onto us not being in the vents soooo—” She held up an onscreen map of the factory. “—Let’s take the vents to the generator room, straight shot and won’t raise suspicion that way. Whaddya say!?”

Lem pressed a button on her datapad and heard a -swish!- as a vent opened up on the wall just behind her and footsteps came from behind Lin.


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[Quin Leonkri]

“Take the vents, get to the generator room. Got it.” Quin nodded, and the ventilation shaft opened with Lemon’s press of her datapad. “Nice going!” But before they could get inside, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, expecting to see the Trandoshan, but to his surprise, it was a golden protocol droid.

“Hello!” it greeted the pair, giving each Padawan a quick bow. Its head swiveled from Quin to Lemon as it spoke. “I am E-3PO, human-cyborg relations. How are you both doing today?” It paused, seemingly waiting for an answer.

“Uh… good, thanks. Nice to meet you, uhhh, 3PO.” Quin didn’t know what else to say. The droid turned to Lemon, waiting for her answer before it went on.

“Splendid! My job, according to Master Errng, is to escort you as you proceed with your inspection. Should you need any assistance, refreshments, or have any questions, please do let me know.” Quin exchanged a glance with Lemon before turning back to the droid.

“Erm… thanks. Actually, we could each use a warm cappuccino, if you don’t mind.” The droid perked up immediately after hearing his request.

“Oh, of course! I’ll be right back. Please wait for me here. I won’t be long!” It sauntered off, and the instant it turned the corner, Quin looked at the vent.

“I say we get moving before Goldenrod comes back. You with me?"

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Lemon watched E-3PO the way one watches a stray dog. “Well, uh, yeah I guess I’m pretty good under the circumstances I mean honestly when you consider—"

“Splendid!”

"Ruh-hewd."

Leh’Min nodded at the cappuccino suggestion with more enthusiasm than a dog’s tail. 3PO moved along to procure said beverages when Lin mentioned something about moving along. “B-But…the cappuccinos…” Lem pleaded with four fingers and a thumb.

Lin didn’t look convinced. “Kay, when we’re done here, I’m taking you to the best bistro you can park your butt in and I don’t wanna hear any fuss about where it is. Kay? Kay. Kay.”

At the signal of Kay, Lemonade made a mental note to name her next ship “Goldenrod” and meanwhile entered the vents.
“Curious,” she voiced to Lin crawling ahead of her. “I expected a lot more...dust.” She looked about, saw a lot of metal wall amid the flashlight in the dark. “...Why do they make these shafts so big again?”


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

“Wherever you want to go, fellow Padawan.” Quin turned around to flash a grin at Lemon before crawling into the ventilation shaft. The metal was relatively cold and there was a slight breeze blowing through, but, thanks to Lemon pointing it out, he realized that it wasn’t dusty and that it was fairly easy to move through them.

“Good question,” he said back as he turned a corner. “Maybe…” he winced as he put weight on a hand that was directly above a loose screw, “it’s so they can let more in. I would assume it takes a lot of cold mountain air to keep a factory from getting too hot.” Moving forward for a bit longer, the Padawans would approach a fork in the road, so to speak.

“Lemon? Mind checking your datapad to see which way we’re supposed to go?” Right as he finished asking his question though, he heard a dreadful voice coming from the left of the pair.

“Mister and miss inspector? I have your cappuccinos!” It was Goldenrod shuffling through the hall, holding a silver tray with two steaming cups as its head turned left to right in search of the two Padawans. Quin stifled a facepalm.

“Oh, where could they have gone?” The droid paused for a moment, then went on looking for them down the hall. Shaking his head, Quin would wait for Lemon to give the directions before continuing on.

Soon they had arrived, and Quin quietly removed the hatch that was the only thing in between them and the generator room. Crawling out and getting to his feet, glad to stretch his legs again, he would extend a hand to help Lemon.

“Times to put these machines out of business.”

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Lem extended a hand to join with Lin’s, exiting the vent with a faint echo following down the shaft. “I have your cappuccinos! Sugar, spice, everything nice! All the ingredients for Mister and Miss Inspector, O yes quite right!”

“Good goobly-majoobly that droid isn’t human! How did it follow us down all those levels!?”

Whatever Lin’s theory to that they would have to table the topic for another time as they advanced into the generator room.
It had all the fittings of one, with power generators, portable generators and industrial generators, generators made for generating and this generation’s best generators.

Lem blinked herself out of confusion and focused on the Ortolan in the room. “Big generator, big power outage.” The need of new material aside, Lem raised a hand to time a high five with her tongue. “Let’s get it DO—”

“MUHHHHHH!”

“Sabada!” Lem’s fingers flexed on her hilt. The groan was close, sounded inhuman, sounded in-anything for that matter. “I-Is it a zombie?” She wouldn’t be surprised given the Goldenrods of the galaxy thus far.

A door opened on the other side of the room. Something stepped through the doorway, more like shuffled, but the central generator was too big to see around it without walking around it to see.

“L-Lin?” Lem turned to Lin, pointed past him, glued her gaze to a viewscreen above a wall of computers.
The screen was split into many screens more, each one showing a Human face, a Rodian, Devaronian, faces more, and above them three words: “Project Hospry Subjects”

“What…what does it mean, Lin?”

“...Muhhhhhhhhhh…”


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Quin’s eyes were glued to the viewscreen. He’d take Goldenrod any day now. “I don’t know, and I’m not sure I want to find out!”

“Muhhhhh…” By the Force… He glanced at Lemon for some emotional support before trying to build up the courage to look past the central generator to see who, or what, was coming. Footsteps came closer, grew louder, before Quin finally peeked around the generator in the middle of the room to find the husk of a Devaronian in a worker suit stumbling toward them with a wrench.

“LEMON WATCH OUT!” Quin yelled before putting himself in front of his companion. He drew his lightsaber and Force-pushed the man backwards, sending him flying into the wall.

“Muhhh…” The Devaronian struggled to get to his feet, and Quin lowered his saber. “Muuust have water.” The words barely came out of his mouth. Realizing that this man was alive and wasn’t a zombie, the Padawan ran over to him to check on him.

“Muuuuh…” He could barely get past the first word. His lips were parched, but Quin’s thermos had long run out of coffee or water. Where was 3PO when they needed him?

“You got anything?” he asked Lemon. Did she have a spare water bottle? It was highly unlikely, but this man needed something. If they could save him, maybe he could provide some insight into what was happening here.

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Brave though he was, the boy really had no need to put himself in front of the girl. She was already behind him.
Leh’Min had no mind of standing alone so, as Lin peeked round the generator, Lem peeked round Lin, using him as a shield.

Unfortunately, his sudden outburst so close caught her completely off guard so she gave an outburst of her own. “SABADAAA!” She almost tripped backwards, scared more by Lin than present company, only to find herself sitting on a console as the Devaronian spoke, or tried to.

“I gotcha, my guy!” Lem didn’t hesitate, darting over with a bottle of water. Including one in her backpack was toward the top of her list when backpacking up mountains.

Kneeling down, she supported the back of the man’s head with one hand and helped him drink with the other. It was a wonder he had managed to drag himself as far as he had, though the Padawan did not sense any dying embers of life just yet.

“Th-Than…Thank…y…”

“It’s fine,” Lem interrupted. Talking was no easy feat when you were thirsty. But we need answers. “Who did this to you? What…” She was suddenly reminded of the display monitors surrounding them. “...What’s going on here?”

“They…They…” He took another sip, coughed, cleared his throat. “They…say…They say they are treating us…perfect…perfecting us…but I…I feel…s-sick…” The man’s eyes widened, his words blurring together. “Sick potato chip… Sicario’s tomato dip… Sic…Sica…Sica..dorito…”

Lemon frowned, felt a pinprick in her heart, feared the worst just as it happened.


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Surprise mingled with relief as Quin saw Lemon dart over and grab a bottle of water. Thank goodness she had something— the Devaronian looked like he was about to pass out. He stood a little behind the pair, his brows knit in concern as he looked down at the man on the floor.

“Perfecting you?” Quin had to think that through for a moment. What did that mean? Were the factory workers really trying an experiment in here? Then the man continued on, and the Padawan hung onto every word. But none of it makes sense. Sick potato chip? Tomato dip? Sicadorito? What the kriff was that? It sounded like some kind of disease.

At the thought, his head filled with alarm. What if they were experimenting with some kind of virus here? What if this man was one of many so-called subjects, all infected with different strains or something? But as he looked down, the man didn’t look sick, only thirsty and tired. It couldn’t be a virus… could it?

“Could you tell us more about this… sick dorito whatchamacallit?” he asked once the man had finished drinking. He looked better already, though his voice still sounded dry as he cleared it.

“The town… ran out of water,” he began, struggling to speak, and Quin nodded. “The Trandoshan brought us here… offered us jobs… and water. Food.” That sounded awfully kind-hearted of Mr. Lizard Businessman, but there was more to the story. “When we… we came, they gave us an injection… they called it Sicadorito…” He coughed once, twice, his chest racking before Quin helped him move into a more comfortable position. He swallowed, determined to continue.

“They said… it would make us perfect… we wouldn’t need to eat, or drink, or—” He coughed again, and he took another sip of the water before wiping his mouth with a grimy sleeve. “Or sleep. I’ve been here… three weeks… and they don’t let us rest.” That is absolutely horrid. The man sucked in a labored breath, his head lolling to the side. “So… tired…”

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Sicadorito? Lem had never heard the term before. Whatever it was exactly, it sounded excruciating. The more the man spoke the more the girl wanted to give that Trandoshan a taste of his own medicine.

She thought of the ghost town, thought of that yellow sign warning about a drought, the dead goat on the ground, and wondered what might have happened to Lin and Lem had the plant's manager not been manipulated into letting them move along.

“So…they’re testing on you…” It felt more real when she said it out loud. Why would they do this? Why would anyone? Lem thought of the faces on the screens, the faces of the Clones, why they were made.

“Only one reason that Trandoshan wants to make these people perfect,” she turned to Lin, searched his face. “To make soldiers. Super soldiers.”

Just then, Lem became aware of the red light slowly blinking at a computer terminal. Wait…that’s the same console I fell on. She got up, checked it out, saw in capital letters two words beside the blinking light: “SECURITY BREACH”

“Uhh Lin…” It was the Togruta’s turn to blink. “...We’re gonna have company…”


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

“But why would a factory want soldiers?” Quin frowned. The notion seemed absurd at first. Unless there’s more… and there usually is. But that could wait. While he’d been able to disable the security earlier, it was evident that the Trandoshan had realized what was going on and fixed it as soon as the mind trick wore off.

At Lemon’s warning, Quin drew his lightsaber, standing protectively over the man as the door he’d come through opened.

“Golden— I mean, 3PO?” It was the droid, no doubt still holding their two cups of coffee.

“Why, yes, Mr. Inspector, it is me.” Its golden coat of paint seemed darker now, somehow. “It is, once again, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Unfortunately, this will be the last time I speak to you. In your current state, that is.” With that, the droid stepped to the side, and through the door came the Trandoshan himself and his cadre of YD security droids. Only this time, there were far more of the latter with him, twelve in total, with their blasters all pointing in the direction of the two Padawans.

“You are not inspectors,” the Trandoshan hissed, yellow eyes glaring from Lemon to Quin. “But you can be fine soldiers. Seize them! I want them alive.” With that, the droids would simultaneously fire stun bolts at the pair.

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Thoughts raced through Lem’s mind as measly seconds passed by.
She wondered what new monstrosity awaited them, if maybe the Trandoshan wanted stronger prey to hunt, maybe the factory was just a front for the evil brewing beneath. Always a bigger fish.

One digit and two letters later and Lem swung back to face that blasted cappuccino droid. No, not cappuccino, not anymore. As the traitorous droid stepped aside for its true master, Lemon made a mental note to pull its wires out its eyes.

First I’ll deal with you. The Trandoshan’s days of being a jerk were numbered as Lem mimicked Lin and ignited her blade, vibrant and violet.
“Funny,” the Jedi scoffed at her opponent. “Alive is just how I want YOU!”

The bolts came and the blade thwarted the bolts, deflecting them back at the shooters. The Trandoshan swung himself away from the barrage, letting his YD's take the hit as he disappeared into their ranks.

“Where are you going, lizard!?” Lem took off running, spinning her saber side to side, determined to carve a path through every iron obstacle that blocked it.

One droid did, came out of nowhere, swung a metal leg that sent a fleshy Togruta flying. She landed a console, rolled away to avoid precision firing before hugging the main generator with her back. "You missed, rustbucket, now go put the kettle on and get outta my way!"

"Sorry, Miss Intruder, I don't serve cappuccinos anymore. I serve only...DEATH."
-PHWOOM!-PHWOOM!-PHWOOM!- "


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Twelve droids didn’t seem like so many to deal with until Quin had to deal with them upfront. By the Force, they were strong. After slicing through the stun bolts to render them ineffective, the Padawan had moved up alongside Lemon to cut the YDs down, just as they had before. However, what he hadn’t expected was for one to grab the wrist of his lightsaber arm and squeeze it so hard that it fell out of his grasp. It really did have an iron grip, and it was only a stroke of luck that his follow-up kick was strong enough to force it to let go and push it backwards.

When he grabbed his lightsaber and looked up though, he couldn’t see Lemon in the fray.

“Lemon? LEMON!” he yelled, peering frantically over the heads and shoulders of the YDs as they surrounded him. Then he heard the all-too-recognizable voice of Goldenrod saying something about serving only death. That couldn’t be good. Sending a powerful Force push at the YDs in front of him, he managed to get past to find Lemon against the main generator.

“HEY! GOLDENROD!” Quin shouted at the droid to get its attention. “Take THIS!” He swung his lightsaber down in an arc, aiming for its head. However, his decision to ignore the YDs from earlier now took its toll, and before the blow could land, a YD had kicked him in the back and sent him sprawling forward towards his friend.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Goldenrod’s mechanical laugh suddenly sounded more menacing than anything he’d heard before. “You’re lucky my master wants you alive! If he wanted you dead, I already would have—” But before he could finish, Quin went for a tackle to the droid’s legs, aiming to knock him to the ground.

“Finish him!” he would yell as the droid struggled to clamber up again.

@Die Shize

 

[Leh'Min'Ayd]

Spoiler: Music OOC

How a butler droid became a battle droid was beyond the brains of this Togruta as she battled against the blaster bolts blazing her way. Lin was hopefully holding his own but his partner had to focus on herself for the moment.

Leh’Min’Ayd had to end this madness, save anyone breathing, judge the monsters guilty. First I have to shut this fool up!

Lin’s voice called across the room just then, distracting General Grievous, and by the time the Human called again the Togruta was already charging.

Lin tackled as Lem leapt, an airborne avatar of Ataru, and fell upon her foe. Her lightsaber hilt in an underhand grip, she jutted the purple blade toward a golden face.

The droid was quick even on his back. His legs curled in so that his feet pressed up against his attacker’s shoulders, stopping the blade inches from his face.

“Ah ah ah! Cookies and cakes are for dessert only, little g—"
-Ksshh!-

That was the sound of a lightsaber poking a droid in the skull. Lem had simply let go of the hilt so it fell upon its target, but she was not done. Curling her fingers, wires poked through the photoreceptors just as Goldenrod’s eyes were ripped out of his skull.

“Fatality.”

A bolt whizzed by Lem's head, snapping back to reality, but the Jedi would not stop. “C’mon, Lin!” She cried as she stormed. “One down! Eleventy more to go!”

However, even more droids were pouring in from where the Trandoshan escaped to. The way the Jedi came in was also now overrun. Lem looked up. The way we came in! “Let’s take the vents! Find survivors! Stop that Trandoshan!”

She didn’t wait, didn’t have time to wait, so she launched herself toward the ceiling. The Jedi’s lightsaber warded off blows as her free hand opened the vent and Leh’Min was teleported back to that cold dark cave. Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.


@Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Quin did his best to keep Goldenrod down, and when he saw Lemon with her violet lightsaber leaping at the tussling pair, he promptly rolled to the side to avoid being skewered. Goldenrod wasn’t so fortunate, as in the middle of his taunt, Lemon’s saber went right through his head and his wires came out with a vicious tug from his friend. Had he not seen it happen right in front of him, Quin never would have imagined the friendly, happy soul of his fellow Padawan to be capable of such a thing.

“Go go go! I’ll cover you!” Quin yelled as the pair backed up towards the vent where they came in. There were far too many droids in here for them to deal with now, and it was becoming difficult to block all the stun bolts coming at him. As Lemon jumped in, Quin backed up against the vent and managed to stop any additional bolts from going up along with her. However, it did leave him open to attack, and the combat-programmed droids saw their opportunity. Instead of firing after Lemon, who had already escaped, they turned their blasters to the human Padawan.

Being completely surrounded, Quin had no way to block all the bolts that came at him. One hit his left side, and it was all he could do to keep himself from falling onto one knee. He continued to do his best to block the attacks in the front and on his right side, but when he suddenly felt his back go numb, he knew that they’d gotten him. Blasted droids! He couldn't do anything but watch as he saw the ground come closer.

But before he could kiss it, the YDs stopped firing and he felt a cold metal arm scoop him up, taking his lightsaber with the other.

“Put him with the others,” one of the droids said.

He could barely control his fear, unable to move, speak, or struggle against the machine that carried him away into a dark hallway. He would almost rather they knock him out so he didn’t have to see what they were going to do, but one thing on his mind overpowered anything else. Lemon. Get out of here, Lemon… With what little strength he had left, he sent a telepathic message to whoever could hear, before the door closed behind him.

Spoiler: Roll

Rolled 9 for escape attempt

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