Color out of time.

[Laira Darkhold]

"Alright, right this way." I lead her up the ramp and the pair of random pilots on the ship nodded. This was not the first time they had seen someone come back aboard with their master. "Let's go, I believe Roche is closest." I called to them continuing back through the ship with the Yuuzhan Vong woman.

The ship was relatively small, only a corvette, but it had a small crew and luxuriously large corridors and room despite this. We passed the primary living space and I took her further back, "These are the guest rooms. Oh... and one more thing." I pressed my will against her mind hoping to suppress her ability to use the Force. I wasn't certain about how well trained she was, but it wasn't like this was the first time I had done something like this. Armored fist aimed for her face came up with as much power and strength as I could muster behind it, hoping to catch her on the jaw with a right hook and send her to the ten second sleep with as few strikes as possible.

[member="Ulu Rin"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

She walked the corridor with the large man with wide eyes and a curious expression. The pilots had felt odd somehow but she had no training of any kind just her instincts to guide her. The man's voice was friendly enough and he seemed to be just as interested in getting off world as she was.

The ship had a music of sorts about it, its subtle vibrations coupled with the ringing of their rhythmic steps on the clean deck plates. She mapped her route in her mind as he showed her to the guest quarters and she felt an odd longing for the living ships of her own people.

She began to turn as he spoke of one more thing. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt as if a heavy wet towel had been wrapped around her mind and connection to the life giving force. She went from fear to realization instantly as a heavy fist collided with her jaw. Her head snapped back and darkness quickly filled her vision as she fell to the floor. Her slender body lay in a heap on the guest room floor, hair flung about her face and her cloak lay open showing her pale skin adorned with violet tattoos from waistline to her face. The curious trusting young Yuuzhan Vong was out cold.