Ask Coruscant The Mechanist

[Crix Aran]

Well the mission to the old Jedi Temple of Coruscant was over and Crix was left to his own devices on the streets of the world he had called home for most of his life. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like the whole place was a lot less… home than it had been even just a few months ago. Good thing he was left to his own devices for all of about an hour before he got another little mission to sink his teeth into.

What was he sinking his teeth into?

A freighter had been reported stolen in the area, with some of the local gangs suspected. He wouldn’t have cared at all but word on the street was that the local gang was trying to pressure some orphanage into working as a front of their operations. Usually he would have left it for the Rangers or local PD to handle but the cargo of the freighter had been a shipment of old YD-Series security droids.

The YD-series of security droids were Republic in origin and, from his own research as a self-confessed droid nerd, were prone to being morally upstanding whenever possible. For them to be used in an attack against an orphanage? Restraining bolts were going to be used and Crix loathed the very idea of that on a visceral level.

So he rocked up to the front desk of the orphanage with a wave to the two security guards they had managed to hire. Everyone was on edge but Crix ignored that for now.

“Hey – thought you could use a hand.”

There was a small measure of relief but it was just that – small.

“We couldn’t pay you anything…”

Crix snorted in amusement and shook his head.

“I don’t want credits – just let me haul away as many of the droids as I can, yeah?”

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[Darth Tiamat]

Coincidence? Perhaps...

She didn't think she would see him so quickly after their brief meeting at the museum. He had disappeared, the protest only had drawing in more Rangers and leaving the young Sith rather bored for the remainder of her time there. She thought he would have been on the holo again, but no...he was down in a familiar part of Coruscant, an area where the young woman had spent some time when she was on the run years ago. She was on her way to find a specific mechanic, but this kid in which the Jedi also seemed interested in as a prop for their cause, held her interest also. On the flip side, he was pretty cute.

The redhead was dressed in something more lowkey to not be picked out; besides on these levels, she didn't want to dirty her nicer clothing. Coordinates in her palm, she paused to watch him and going in the opposite direction to where she needed to go. It seemed like he was interested in a specific orphanage that she had her own connections to; she would have thought someone would have to drag her corpse inside if she were ever to visit again, but perhaps in this case, she could make the exception.

He went inside and she followed a few steps behind, instantly noting the tension in the air and the security guards at the front desk. Her brow furrowed in curiosity, but she wasn't too interested in staying and finding out.

"Hey...hey!" she called out as she approach the desk, "Hi, um..." her cheeks reddened finding this situation fairly odd and awkward, "I dunno if you remember me from the museum, but I'm certain it was you that was there...that I spoke to," she shrugged, ignoring the odd looks from those behind the desk as she addressed Crix, "But, you left before I could give you this. So we can get caf or something..." she said handing him a slip of paper with her commlink digits, "I'm Lyra." she glanced at the guards and the directors behind the desk, "Sorry," she frowned, "Awkward timing..."

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[Crix Aran]

Crix was thinking about what he could try and make security droids do that they might enjoy when someone started calling out in the orphanage reception area. He looked around, thinking that whoever it was must surely be waiting to speak to someone at the orphanage before he caught sight of who was actually speaking and that she was speaking to him.

He also caught himself looking at her because she was cute.

Redheads had a special place in his… hearts.

Turning to face her, his face split into a wide grin as he took her in and actually paid attention to her rather than the orphanage.

“I remember – by the display for the Imperial Guard, right?” he brought up, showing that he did, in fact, remember her, “Sorry I had to dash like that. The tour group I was with was rather fussy if you know what I mean.”

Taking the paper, he immediately pulled out his com-link to type her number in, in plain view of both Lyra herself and the others. There was a certain amount of disbelief from the guards who seemed rather taken aback by Crix offering to help… and then being immediately more interested in having caf with a cute girl.

He looked around the room at her comment of awkward timing before snorting in amusement.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just worried about some mind-controlled droids coming to shoot up the place – I’m going to be here to take some of those droids home with me.” He explained with a grin, “My name is Crix. Too forward to ask if you want that caf after this little dust up?”

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[Darth Tiamat]

He recalled when and where they had met at the museum and Tiamat grin widely and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. He took the paper and immediately put her digits in his comm-link. She could feel the eyes of the staff in the reception area, there were looks of disbelief as they tried to figure out if this was really happening in their orphanage. He seemed to also catch on, waving off their audience. Though Tiamat's head tilted slightly as he described something about mind-controlled droids while exchanging his name and asked to get caf after he was done here.

"I would love to have caf when you're done here." she smiled, but it faded into a look of bewilderment, "So what did you mean mind-controlled droids?" she looked around the place, "This does-"

She felt the sudden tug of warning and suddenly the building rocked with enormous force. There were screams and staff were thrown to the floor, including Tiamat as smoke filled the halls and alarms sounded in the building. The redhead was trying to figure out what just happened, it was hard to believe that someone would attack this place, she was uncertain what they had to offer to anyone. This place was not wealthy, nor did it have anyone here worth anyone's time.

She inhaled, pushing herself back to her feet as she looked around, "Crix, are you ok?" she asked.

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[Crix Aran]

Crix was only a few seconds away from doing a fist pump of victory at the idea that the hot redhead girl was going to have caf with him when everything seemed to catch up to him. It took the shaking of the building to remind him that he wasn't here just to get a date with her but he was here because of the reason the building was shaking. Which meant he had probably ruined his chances of getting the defenses set up properly before the attack happened.

Shrak.

Oh and he was actually moving through the air as one of the walls seemed to explode inward with unexpected Force.

Double shrak.

Landing awkwardly against the wall the other side of the reception area, Crix pushed himself up to his feet slowly. His back hurt and his ribs didn't feel too clever but he was alright enough to answer in kind when Lyra called out for him.

"Lyra... I'm alright, you good?" he asked as he approached, reaching out with one hand to check on her as he unclipped his lightsaber and held it tightly in his other hand, "Shrak I'm sorry for getting you dragged into this... stay down, yeah?"

Stepping out onto the street, Crix held his unignited saber in his right hand as he stared across the road at a dozen YD droids armed with blaster rifles and a half dozen criminals decked out with similar rifles and, by the hole in the wall, probably some grenades as well. That no one had fired on his yet was a good sign they weren't adverse to talking.

"You knocked pretty loud - anything we can help you gentlemen with?"

He was stalling because, damn it, he was a lone Padawan against over a dozen armed enemies. If he could stall backup might actually have a chance to arrive. He could hope, right?

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[Darth Tiamat]

It was hard to see much through the smoke, dust and debris that was still falling, and even harder was Tiamat's urge to use the Force to pick her way out of the mess. Internally the girl reminded herself of the naivety she needed to play, for now at least. She heard Crix and saw him approach as he extended his hand, asking if she were ok given the sudden change in circumstances. "I'm fine, just fine...I think..." she coughed, trying to speak loud enough over the alarms that were sounding in the building; her gaze caught his other hand moving while he reached for his lightsaber hilt and her eyes widened, "You're one of those wizards?" her brow furrowed, but she didn't inquire further as she heard yelling outside the new window.

Crix was already moving to confront the attackers and the redhead frowned, finding his plan...or perhaps lack-of-plan...rather reckless. Then again, it reminded her of herself and wondered if this is how tag-alongs were feeling when she spurted out some vague three-step plan. She could hear the padawan yelling about something outside and she quickly looked around to find a way to arm herself. Having leaving her weapons behind and not able to necessarily use the Force in the manner she wanted, her luck would still be in play as she saw one of the guards laying unconscious.

Quickly, she ran over to grab the man's blaster only to find a stun baton, and nothing else that would be effective. Someone started yelling at her to get to safety as she pulled the baton before they dragged the guard to safety. Tiamat stepped lightly over the pile of rubble with her natural grace and stood beside Crix, "So, um, is backup coming? Like Rangers?" she asked.

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[Crix Aran]

Outing himself to Lyra as a Jedi hadn't been the plan this early on but it likely would have come up pretty quickly during their first date anyway - it was a big thing to try and hide from someone and he wasn't about that kind of secrets and lies life. But there was definitely a better way to do it than to just pull out his lightsaber. Thankfully he was only pulling out his blade to actually try and deal with a life or death situation so he was reasonably sure that it wasn't going to be a big thing?

Maybe?

Kark it was totally going to be a big thing.

"I like to think I'm a white mage type of deal." he joked back to her with an honest grin, "Don't worry - I'm just another city kid trying to make his way in the Galaxy that's all."

Did he really just use the 'making his way through the Galaxy' line? Ugh he was out of practice flirting while his hearts were pounding in his chest and the adrenaline was going. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself as he stared across the middle distance as the sentients across the street spoke to each other. The droids didn't move and their weapons were all still trained on the orphanage.

And him too.

Blinking a little bit, he glanced to the side to see Lyra standing there with a stun baton she had seemingly gotten from somewhere. He chuckled a little bit but it was a tad strained.

"Ranger response in this area is usually about ten minutes." he answered, drawing on his knowledge as both a local and as someone connected to the Rangers, "So we should be okay if we can get them talking..."

One of the sentients across the street spoke up.

"Hey!" he pointed at Crix, "So you one of them Sith or are you some kinda Jedi?!"

A random street-thug type guy who understood there was a difference? Sweet! This might actually end up being a conversation instead of a fight. He ignited his saber, the blue blade held vertically in front of his body.

"Jedi!" he called back, "We can talk this out!"

The sentient grinned.

"Jedi? That means you ain't gonna wanna do shrak to us - light them up!"

Peace-loving Jedi status used against him? Karking hells. If he'd said Sith would they have run away screaming or something? Double standards right there! Crix batted two blasts from some of the droids away blindly into the street itself rather than at some of their assailants. He would use his free hand to push Lyra gently on the shoulder to push her to take cover behind a parked speeder as he dipped in and out of cover provided by a duracrete column. One that was starting to crumble from the shots.

Reaching around his belt, Crix unholstered his stun pistol and tossed it to Lyra.

Spoiler: Dice

2 more posts each then Rangers show up

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[Darth Tiamat]

White mage city kid?

Did he really just give himself that title? Were all Jedi like this? He was probably like the second Jedi she had met and the first one was nothing like this, but then again she was certain he was like 50 (@Byron Ryker). Perhaps the younger batches of light wielding wizards were a bit more cavalier. More questions begun to swirl in her mind as she realized if he was a Jedi, were there more, they tended to just show up out of the woodwork when one least expected. However, she was more concerned about the small droid army that happened to also be targeting the orphanage that probably deserved this fate.

He informed the Rangers response time of about 10 minutes and Tiamat frowned; she was certain that if they weren't busy chasing Sith, they may be quicker to aid those who need it. Though, he reassured if they got them talking, they would be fine. Tiamat raised her eyebrows, but at the same time, was not surprised, and it appeared that plan to talk to any of them quickly trickled out as they decided to continue firing.

Tiamat felt something push her shoulder and she took the hint to dive behind a speeder, she clearly was going to be useless as she watched Crix dive behind a column. Blaster fire turned to her direction, forcing the girl to keep low behind the speeder. She glanced at Crix again and he tossed her his stun pistol, catching between bolts. Peaking over the speeder, she took aim, firing several bolts but stopped, realizing they were just stun bolts. Quickly she looked for switch to turn back to regular bolts, but it must have been a modified weapon.

"This is useless!" She yelled as she took another turn to fire, this time finding a brief clearing to the grunts who were directing this show. "Use some of your magic to stop them!" she called out to Crix.

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[Crix Aran]

If the two of them made it out of this whole situation with their heads still attached to their bodies and without blaster holes added to their torsos? She was either going to think he was really cool or she was going to want absolutely nothing to do with him. Crix wasn't going to say he would be confused if she hated him either - this was one hell of an overly excited first outing together. Not even the first date and things were already hot and heavy!

... yeah trying to make himself laugh when he was currently being shot at wasn't working. His cover was holding up rather nicely, all things considered, but he wasn't going to hold out much hope that they'd be considerate enough to only shoot at the cover and never move around to flank him.

"Stun shots aren't going to get us arrested for killing people when this is over though!" he countered with a bright smile that he really had to force through, "You know... when we've won this little showdown?!"

The fact that he had to shout over the sound of the blaster fire was not a ringing endorsement but he didn't care. He could get them out of this, he was sure he could. Use his magic? The Force was capable of a lot of things but he doubted he was good enough with it yet to finish the fight in one use of the damned thing. Still, he reached deep into the well of the Force that he had started to tap into.

"Give me a bit of covering fire - need to step out of cover for this!"

Grabbing one of the doors with the Force, he lifted it with his free hand mirroring the motion. With a jerk, he stepped out from around the side of his cover to both aim and launch the door with enough speed to actually accomplish something... and received two blaster shots for his trouble. One caught him in the right shoulder, sending him spinning and the other slammed into his back around the spine.

His back was armored enough that the blast wasn't enough to break through the plate and actually hit his spine but his shoulder was a weak point where the armorweave and the plate met. The overlap enough that it burned and the skin broke, blood pouring freely as he span down to the ground. Pulling himself to one side took an almost insane amount of effort but he did so, dragging himself over to the duracrete pillar and resting his head against it.

"... karking sith-spitting shrakers..." he muttered as he pressed his free hand to the wound, putting pressure on it, "Alright... okay just need to focus up more... they moving up yet?"

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat gave him a glare, clearly unhappy that he was purposely using stun bolts in this wild display. Though she guessed for a Jedi, it would make sense for them to be extra cautious, they were getting a bad wrap lately. He did seem optimistic about this whole ordeal; she wasn't sure how long they had been going at it, it felt like forever, but it had to be only a few short moments. She fired a couple more shots and then heard him call out about cover fire. Her eyes widened with anticipation, eager to see what this Jedi kid can do with the Force, so she followed with his command. The girl stood up, firing bolts as quick as she could to draw their attention to herself.

Something caught the corner of her eye as she watched the door sling shot through a line of droids and hitting a couple of the thugs that stood behind them. However, there was a price to pay for it as he took several shots to his exposed side. She had ducked behind the overturned speeder and watched as Crix was hit, sending him to the ground with a nasty shoulder wound.

"Crix!"

She tried to crawl out from behind the speeder, but the blaster fire had now turned to her. The smell of burning metal met her nostrils as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling herself grasp the front of her shirt hoping that help would arrive soon because she wasn't key on revealing her connection to the Force to him.

"Crix! We gotta get out of here!" she said as her eyes scanned for an opening that would allow them to retreat back to better cover.

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[Crix Aran]

Being shot hurt more than he thought it would but, somehow, it brought a certain amount of clarity. They were being shot up to hell and back and he was injured. It wasn’t life threatening in itself but, well, when your primary offence and defence involved you moving your arm? Well it added up to a very unpleasant future for him. Thankfully, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight and he was more than just a Jedi Padawan.

He was Crix Aran and he was a gods damned engineering student.

Using his multi-tool, Crix exposed the inner workings of the stun baton that had served him well during the assault on the Ranger HQ. Just like then, no one ever expected a stun baton to be anything but a short range weapon, maybe something he pulled out in desperation or something. Instead he started crossing the wires and the baton began to start sparking.

“Lyra stay down and don’t touch anything metal!”

Strapping a spare ammo pack for his stun pistol to the exposed wires of the stun baton, he primed his improvised device before using the Force to launch it through the air. It exploded in a shower of sparks and the blue rings of stun energy, the baton landing almost perfectly in the middle of a cluster of their organic enemies.

Shouts of alarm were short lived before the stunning effects came into play and they began to drop to the ground, out cold. How long they would be out for was debatable but it was enough to give them breathing room. With the organic controllers stunned, the droids paused in their fire for a few seconds.

“… units requesting instructions.”

The droids were New Republic issue and tended to take issue with breaking laws – only the restraining bolts they were fitted with would force them to break the law. With their operators now out cold they were looking for an excuse to not continue their attack. He groaned as he pulled himself to his feet and looked over at Lyra.

“I don’t suppose you speak droid logic do you?”

He could but, well, he didn’t want to do much considering his shoulder was throbbing urgently in pain, he kind of wanted to just grab some bacta and hit the sack.

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[Darth Tiamat]

She looked over to where Crix was laying again, uncertain how bad his wounds were and she felt suddenly uncomfortable if he were to suddenly expire out here in this seemingly random skirmish. She froze in place to see if he were still moving and she thought she could see some fidgeting, but she was uncertain what he was doing until he yelled out to her to stay down and avoid anything metal. The command was confusing, but she did not doubt his words as she slid safely away from the speeder while the stun baton, now a bit more potent, went flying into the organic portion of the front.

The shouts were then silent and the young woman raised her eyebrows in curiosity as she waited a moment to ensure there was no other shouting. In this silence, she also realized the droids have stopped firing their weapons. Tiamat's raised her head slightly to peak just over the speeder to see the droids retracting in their stance. She heard them vocalize in unison, "Requesting instructions?" she stood up slowly and heard Crix call out to see if spoke droid logic? "Commands?"

She glanced at him and then back at the droids, she quickly dug into the far reaches of her memory of the codes used by her parents while they served as Rangers, "Um...Stand down code nine-oh, Civilians are in vicinity." she yelled out and raised her hands and the droids did not move. Slowly she approached the droid closest to her and pulled out a tool from her bag to pop off the retraining bolt and moved to the next one, still cautious about them turning on her, but she knew she had move quickly.

However, luck was with them. Sirens from the Ranger's speeders could be heard approaching to their location.

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[Crix Aran]

Oh thank the Force and whatever Gods were real – Lyra knew enough droid speak to get them to not resume shooting at them. As one of the people being shot at, he very much appreciated the change of pace. Where he had been hit earlier hurt like hell, including the one shot to the back that had been covered by his armor because, apparently, getting hit with a blaster bolt hurt like hell even with armor.

Who knew, right?

With a groan, Crix pushed himself off of the wall he had been using for cover and moved out into the street. The wall he’d been using for cover had holes the size of his head blasted free and the speeder that Lyra had taken cover behind? Hell the speeder looked like half of it had been slagged. His shoulder throbbed in pained protest but Crix ignored it in favor of helping Lyra take off the restraining bolts on the droids.

The droid in question immediately stopped holding their guns up even in a semi-threatening way as they were able to go against the commands of the criminals in favor of their in-built programming to mind the laws of the Galaxy. Sirens were approaching as he pried the last bolt from the droids before he slumped against the thoroughly ruined speeder.

“Hey Lyra… don’t suppose you smoke do you?” he asked with a hiss, “I’ve never tried it but they say it help with stuff like this…”

Two patrol craft parked up at the end of the road as the orphanage staff started to poke their heads out from the ruined doorway. Regardless of her having cigarettes or not, one of the three Rangers would approach with his blaster pistol raised.

“Hands on your head, both of you!”

Crix grimaced in pain as he raised his uninjured arm fine but was unable to fully raise his other due to the blaster wound on his shoulder. The Ranger pointed his blaster pistol in Crix’s direction, seeing his grimace and his lack of two hands on his head as resistance.

“Hands on your head! Both of them, NOW!”

He grimaced again as he managed to power through and place both hands on his head.

“Sorry for the delay officer – got hit by a blaster bolt.”

He was not liking the wild-look in the eyes of the Ranger confronting them while the other two got statements from the orphanage staff.

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[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat weaved through each of the droids until the restraining bolts were removed, she could see Crix from the corner of her eye as he tried to help. She paused when she couldn't see him anymore, knowing he was critically injured and turned to see him slumped against what was once a decent speeder. "Smoke? I think that's a holo-myth." she said certain she had seen that in the movies but did not think it worked actually. She begun to walk over to him as the Rangers rushed over, one in particular took to Crix as they demanded his raised his hands. Tiamat felt her stomach drop, "HEY! Wait!" she cried out and started to run over, but was tackled by another Ranger.

There was a rush of panic and anger, and then came a flutter of the dark side as she felt the Ranger yelling at her about being terroristic scum and started listing her rights. "Ah! Kriff, I'm not the one who did this!" she yelled, closing her eyes tightly to will the darkness back to the shadows. She felt the cuffs tighten around her hands and felt herself lifted; Tiamat complied...for now as she was forced to sit next to Crix. She let out an oof as she adjusted herself as much as she could while being cuffed.

She looked at Crix and then saw another Ranger approaching with some bacta patches, "I thought the Rangers were smarter than this..." she growled as the Rangers went to inspect the droids and the unconscious thugs on the ground. "Hang in there..." she told him with a displeased huff, watching the Ranger slap a bacta patch to his shoulder.

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[Crix Aran]

The idea that cigara's helping with nerves could be a fiction from the holonet annoyed the hell out of him. Of course he didn't really get much chance to actually act on that since the Rangers seemed to be going hard on them from the get go. His eyes widened when one of the Rangers tackled Lyra for nothing more than trying to rush over to him.

"Hey what the hell are you doing to her?!"

He made a move toward her before finding himself spinning as the Ranger who had been holding him as blaster-point slammed him in the cheek with the but of the pistol. Reeling, he could only grimace in pain as the Ranger dragged both his hands behind his back and started to cuff him. It made his blaster wound openly weep more blood and he gritted his teeth to avoid crying out. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction and he didn't want to give them any more ammunition for later.

Manhandled into sitting down beside Lyra against the speeder, he licked the fat lip he'd been given and eyed the Ranger watching over them. The man had his blaster pistol trained on Crix and he had no doubt that he was just waiting for an excuse to stun him. At the very least one of them slapped a bacta patch on his wounded shoulder - enough to keep him from having a major injury going forward if he got treatment later.

Crix nodded to the Ranger who had applied the patch.

"Thanks." he muttered even as the third Ranger started calling in a wagon to collect the thugs and droids, "Can't take chances with a Jedi... I guess..."

It rang a little bit hollow when he could literally hear the orphanage staff trying to give a statement that absolved them of guilt. Arrested for protecting people before the Rangers could arrive... there was a part of him that recoiled in disgust at the whole thing. Except, problem was, that it wasn't a small part. There was a simmering anger at the injustice of the situation and he was trying his best to let it flow out of him into the Force... to just let it go.

But it was wrong, how was he supposed to just let it go?

"Officer, are we under arrest?"

The Ranger guarding him narrowed his eyes and Crix could see his finger moving ever so slightly closer to the trigger.

"Are you trying to use one of those Mind Tricks on me, Forcer?"

Crix blinked once.

"What? No - I'm asking if we're under arrest or if you're detaining us for questioning."

Okay, no, the finger was on the trigger now.

"Forcer! You stop trying to use that mind trick kark on me right now!"

What? Crix looked to Lyra in confusion.

"Officer, I'm not doing anything to you - I'm just trying to talk-"

He stopped talking as suddenly everything began to feel numb. It took him a second to realize he had been hit with a stun bolt to the chest - and then he didn't feel anything as he slumped face-first onto the duracrete.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat glanced at Crix as he mumbled something about being a Jedi and frowned, she was not liking this situation. Things were becoming too complicated and now she was handcuffed with a Jedi, being accused of attacking an orphanage that she despised. The redhead looked over her shoulder, seeing the staff speak with the rangers and pointing to the both of them; the girl frowned and her attention turned back to the Ranger who approached them. Crix asked a question, it was legit, nothing sinister about it, but it was clear the ranger was not going to have any of it.

She suddenly felt on edge uncertain what this Ranger was going to do as he accused Crix of using mind tricks; it was clear that he didn't understand how the Force worked. Though, she thought about her own parents and their skepticism with Force users and how they would have reacted to knowing their own daughter was able to use the Force. The redhead sighed as she could feel the tension in the Ranger and noticed his finger on the trigger of the blaster; she didn't understand why he wasn't using the Force to stop him. Tiamat met his gaze as he seemed increasingly confused and perhaps worried about the infuriated Ranger; the kid was already beat up as it was, she wasn't sure what point the Ranger was going to make by getting agitated with them.

However, before she could interject, the Ranger fired his weapon, the stun bolt hitting Crix and knocking him unconscious. There was a bubble of rage inside the Sith as the Ranger then aimed his weapon at her, but now that Crix was unconscious, she could work a little more freely. The Force shifted around her and she slowly reached into the mind of the Ranger, speaking calmly and softly as to not spike any further emotions.

"You will listen to the staff and release us." her words suggested under the heavy influence of the Force. The Ranger didn't move, but he seemed to pause as though he were to consider it. Tiamat pressed further, "Unlock our cuffs, return to the vehicle and await for further order." the chill of the darkside swept inside the Ranger and he nodded, putting away his blaster and then loosen the cuffs on Crix and then herself before returning to his speeder. Tiamat moved quickly before the spell resolved itself in the Ranger; it was going to be over her dead body if Emryc found out she was arrested and booked in jail for this nonsense.

Tiamat got under Crix's good shoulder and did her best to lift him up, finding him to be an absolute dead weight and no one was coming to help her. She sighed, finding she had quickly forgotten the selfishness of the core worlds as she raised her free hand and pressed her fingers against his forehead. The Force stirred and Crix would feel as though a bucket of cold water was poured over him, "C'mon, I need you to help a little, you're not easy to carry."

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[Crix Aran]

Waking up from a stun bolt was, usually, like waking up after having had a few sleeping tablets. Feeling groggy was a fairly common thing but when he woke up, he woke with a start, immediately alert. Something had woken him and it had his hearts working overtime almost immediately. He shook his head before grimacing as the pain in his shoulder woke him up slightly more than he had been already.

Made for some sudden clarity.

"... shrak what the hell was that?" he asked Lyra, slowly bringing his feet under his own control again to lessen his burden on her, "Did... did I just get shot? What the hell?"

He could see that they were still where they'd been before and the Rangers seemed a lot happier with them. Well, there wasn't a Ranger waving a blaster in his face anymore. In fact, said Ranger was sat back in the patrol cruiser writing something up on a datapad. He would move his hands again too which told him that the cuffs were gone.

No, seriously, what the hell? Crix often found himself confused but this time took the cake. How had things turned around so quickly? Speaking of... he groaned a little bit before nodding to Lyra and starting to shuffle off, making sure he had all of his equipment before he started leaving with her. He wasn't going anywhere without his lightsaber after all.

"This has been one hell of an experience - glad I don't have to add arrest to one of the things that happened today."

He was joking because he was nervous - he was shaken about how close he had come to being arrested. For what? Protecting people? It felt wrong and he didn't like how heavily it sat in his gut.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

He woke with a start as expected from such a rush and was slightly disoriented and confused as to what had occurred. Tiamat observed him, but did not say anything as she was still more concerned about getting out of the area as quickly as possible before the officer realized he contradicted his own orders. "Yes, you were hit with a stun bolt, but, you really need to get to a hospital." she told him, finding any excuse to borrow a speeder ride elsewhere.

He started to joke about getting arrested and Tiamat grimaced, knowing if she were arrested, there was going to be a layer of complications. Though she was more worried about Emryc finding out where she was, and then having him quip about it sometime when she least expected it.

"Rangers have been skeptical of Force users for a while." she explained, uncertain how much he knew about the policing culture of the Rangers, or at least how much did his famous mom tell him. She remembered her own parents and the stories they shared at the rare dinners they would have as a family; there was doubt in anyone who could read minds and lift rocks without raising a finger. "Its just something you should expect." she told him and hopped into a speeder that was abandoned when the thugs opened their attack on the orphanage. Tiamat picked up the access fob from the floor of the speeder and waved it on the console, activating it.

"C'mon, we need to get you somewhere to stitch up that blaster hole." she said, trying to keep focus, "And coffee perhaps..."

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[Crix Aran]

Okay so he was hit by a stun bolt? It made more sense that they weren't under arrest anymore though. If a Ranger got disciplined for stunning an innocent person it would go against their record for life - chances were their career would be absolutely over. He wouldn't put it past the Ranger to have squeezed the trigger by accident, panicked and then sent them on their way to try and hide the fact that he'd done it in the first place.

Some cops were incompetent, annoyingly enough they couldn't all be as good as his mom was. Getting to a hospital was something he could agree to however. Even with the bacta patch and the numbness that came from being stunned, the wound on his shoulder was beginning to hurt again.

"Yeah... okay, yeah, hospital sounds like the best idea of the day."

There hadn't been a lot of other good ideas but, hey, she still had the best one. She pointed out that Rangers were pretty hostile about the Force and he couldn't help but grimace. He knew that better than most people - before he was able to fully appreciate the fact that he was Force Sensitive, his mother had expressed some of the same opinions. Not much and not to this extent but still enough to be a cause for concern.

That she hadn't suddenly started seeing him in a bad light was one of the best outcomes he expected after telling her all about his time with the Jedi.

"This has got to be the strangest day I've had in a long time." he admitted as he sat down in the speeder with a groan, but still managed to grin at Lyra, "Still - getting that coffee with you is almost worth it."

He grimaced in pain as he moved his arm before, sheepishly, shrugging the other shoulder.

"Almost."

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[Darth Tiamat]

Whether or not he had agreed to go to the hospital, it was where she would dump him off regardless. He was still reeling from the whole ordeal and Tiamat wondered just how new he was to this whole Force business and the idea that many did not like Force users. At least he was lucky in that he was on the side that everyone liked, her own destiny took her down a path traveled by what many perceived as flawed and damning.

She piloted the speeder through the streets, trying to avoid the perimeter that would have been set up by the Rangers. "Almost?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows, "I would like to think I have many strange days and this one seemed...relaxed." she grinned, clearly a tease but then her smile quickly faded as questions started to pop into her mind.

"You're a jedi, right? So are you even allowed to get coffee with pretty girls?" she asked playing on the rumors that she heard when she was younger. Her and the other school children used to swap stories and create their own myths surrounding the Jedi Order. Though her sith training did require her to read about how Jedi saw the Force and their purpose in the galaxy, there still seemed like she was missing some tidbits. "Are you even allowed to drink coffee and eat things other than porridge?" she asked.

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