Grace glared at [member="Kha'ro"]. He dared draw that up? He dared try and use that against her? for a moment the rage welled up inside her, filling her up... and it disappeared. Gone. The Sith just felt empty. She felt her knees shake as she continued to stand there. "Yes. I think so," she said, the passion gone from her voice. Flicking the old, crude lightsaber off and pinning it to her belt, her hand slowly reached out, feeling the discarded casing from her original lightsaber rolling towards her. Picking it up, she fumbled around in her pack for something. She needed to find the shot....
There. Her hand wrapped around the needle for a moment before pulling it out. Her mind was growing hazy. Standing, she studied the area. Two exits, one taken up by [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] and [member="Ultimatum"], and the other an elevator locked down by the alarms. Bloody murderous.... ah, well. Time to try a plan B.
Placing the tip of the needle on her thigh, she sat down, reaching out in the Force, past those around her, past those around her, to the workers above her. Someone was leaning next to the override. she didn't have the time to be subtle right now. Pressing the adrenaline shot into her, she forced her way into his motor controls, and shut down the lockdown. Override switches were fun. But there was the problem of a reversal. Nothing she could do about that, though.
Standing up, she moved to the elevator, watching it open in front of her. "Floor one." She said with a smile.
[member="Sawa Ike"]