Zerath could feel frustration and fear rising within him as Hailee's voice echoed in his mind. [No! Stay in cover as long as you can] he said, hoping that her position was tenable for a few more seconds. The frustration wasn't at her; it was at the crates in his path, and his inability to relieve the kidnapper's deadly focus on the Padawan. One of the remaining guards was right on the other side of the wall of crates from him, but Zerath didn't dare leap into action since he didn't know where they were in relation to the captured children... in the ultimate twist of irony, he was flying blind.
That is, until one of the children started to cry; from fear or despair, most likely, but the sound convinced Zerath that the guard closest to him had moved far enough away from their hostages that he needn't worry about endangering them by being a little more reckless.
With a cry, Zerath unleashed the Force, aiming a powerful Push at the crates stacked in front of him. Splinters shattered and crates tumbled towards the floor with a mighty crash, silencing one of the blasters currently pinning Hailee down as the guard was trapped beneath the fallen crates and their long-spoilt contents. Wrinkling his nose at the foul odor, Zerath leapt off of the crate he was standing on, lightsaber in hand, moving in the direction of the sound of the crying child.
As he moved, Zerath realized how quiet the warehouse had suddenly become; the other guard had also stopped shooting, and the child's cries were replaced by barely-perceptible whimpers. [Hailee, are you ok?] Zerath asked, hoping that the Padawan hadn't been injured. [Can you see what's going on?]
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That is, until one of the children started to cry; from fear or despair, most likely, but the sound convinced Zerath that the guard closest to him had moved far enough away from their hostages that he needn't worry about endangering them by being a little more reckless.
With a cry, Zerath unleashed the Force, aiming a powerful Push at the crates stacked in front of him. Splinters shattered and crates tumbled towards the floor with a mighty crash, silencing one of the blasters currently pinning Hailee down as the guard was trapped beneath the fallen crates and their long-spoilt contents. Wrinkling his nose at the foul odor, Zerath leapt off of the crate he was standing on, lightsaber in hand, moving in the direction of the sound of the crying child.
As he moved, Zerath realized how quiet the warehouse had suddenly become; the other guard had also stopped shooting, and the child's cries were replaced by barely-perceptible whimpers. [Hailee, are you ok?] Zerath asked, hoping that the Padawan hadn't been injured. [Can you see what's going on?]
@LadyRen