Post by Kaiza Pawaro on Sept 4, 2018 10:10:34 GMT -5
A subtle nod and Kaiza gave up on her attempts to move the Kaminoan. The red-haired woman obviously knew better how to save the long-necked bartender’s life. Sadly, even such noble endeavours had to be swiftly punished by more Imperial agents. Several shots rained over their heads without a single warning, popping one bottle open and igniting its contents. The fiery wave that followed partially engulfed Kaiza before the Force rushed to her aid and pushed the flames back. Startled, her modestly dressed form bolted from behind the bar, sliding over the wooden panel and finding cover on the other side. No more explosions followed, though her heart continued to thud loudly. She had escaped unscathed – or so she thought. A yellowish flicker hungrily feasted on the left sleeve, intent on spreading across her entire body should it go unchecked. Her eyes went wide with fear and a gloved hand frantically slapped the burning cloth, swiftly dousing the flame before it caused any harm.
Before the stormtroopers pooled in, she was up on her feet, wielding the traditional Jedi weapon once more. Not the subtlest of ways to call for their attention, though the powerful column of superheated plasma ensured most shots would be directed her way.
Rather than opting for a more offensive approach, the teenage Mirialan focused solely on defending self and others, giving the patrons a chance to treat Rusty. Keeping up constant blade movement to build up momentum and minimize energy expenditure, the bright blue blade danced left and right, up and down, never straying too far from the young Jedi’s body. Blue rings continuously crashed against the shining beacon of pure energy, shattering upon impact. The young Padawan had placed herself within the eye of the storm, maintaining a calm center, undistracted and undisturbed by the raging conflict around. Adopting a meditative stance known as Center of Being, Kaiza abandoned her conscious self and put all faith into the Force, letting it guide her motions and predict incoming attacks.
But not everyone was quick enough to take cover.
Before the stormtroopers pooled in, she was up on her feet, wielding the traditional Jedi weapon once more. Not the subtlest of ways to call for their attention, though the powerful column of superheated plasma ensured most shots would be directed her way.
Rather than opting for a more offensive approach, the teenage Mirialan focused solely on defending self and others, giving the patrons a chance to treat Rusty. Keeping up constant blade movement to build up momentum and minimize energy expenditure, the bright blue blade danced left and right, up and down, never straying too far from the young Jedi’s body. Blue rings continuously crashed against the shining beacon of pure energy, shattering upon impact. The young Padawan had placed herself within the eye of the storm, maintaining a calm center, undistracted and undisturbed by the raging conflict around. Adopting a meditative stance known as Center of Being, Kaiza abandoned her conscious self and put all faith into the Force, letting it guide her motions and predict incoming attacks.
But not everyone was quick enough to take cover.
“Aaah,” moaned Romero, feeling his body go limp after catching several stun bolts straight in the chest. No longer able to maintain a grip, his hand let go of the glass of whiskey and allowed it to shatter and spill over the floor in a particularly dramatic fashion. Romero himself followed soon after, but he did not hit the cold, hard ground – his face landed on something soft, yet firm, as if impacting a pillow. The downed loyalty officer’s body proved a suitable mattress to lie upon.