Theft on Tython Relaunch

[SoloWing]

With a put-upon sigh, Stan ceased his twirling and spinning. A quick turn brought him about to face the two padawans. He was clearly agitated by all that had transpired as well as their insistence that he drop everything to help.

"Very well, then. If it means that much to you, then I shall put the happiest day of my life on hold to help you lost whelps." His head turned to the phantoms only he could see. "Hopefully, this won't take long, m'dear. Please wait for me."

Stan marched across the clearing to the far edge of the treeline. There he stooped in order to pick up a pack of supplies. As he hefted it up and tossed the bag over his shoulder, there was a clatter of metal and shifting of rations.

All at once, a loose holocron toppled from the pack's top and dropped to the ground. A surprised cry burst from Stan's lips as he snatched it up and quickly stuffed it back inside the confines of the canvas.

 

[Nevermourn]

Tsume narrowed his eyes and quickly crossed the ground toward Stan. "I saw you drop that. Could I hold it for you? I have a more secure place to put it. Wouldn't want it to break." The Shistavanen reasoned politely with a reassuring smile.

 

[Lupe]

Cal stayed quiet now letting Tsume do the talking, but was ready to knock out the Jedi with a nearby rock, if necerssary.

 

[Shroud]

Tony was positioned in the trees so if the Jedi attempted to flee Tony could easily jump down and stop him. Tony then watched and waited for the Jedi to run.