Lawq's blood-drained face, shockingly, was a shade paler as she sat, ash-and-gore-flecked, next to the weeping, dwarflike humanoid who was still weeping and nursing his bolt-scorched shoulder next to her. The next minute elapsed almost as though nothing had even happened, though the telltale sight of fresh blood in the wake of Mr. Holyhellfist's rapid, incredible dispatching of the party-crasher, even despite a lack of Force-sensitivity on his part, and the handful of dead men and women and the accompanying void-like silence, spoke as to the shock, despair and dismay that followed the incident still raw in the survivors' hearts and minds...
Lawq's membraned arms shifted, her trembling free hand rubbing over the red-singed and blistering flesh of her exposed scalp with a wince, and her free hand interlacing her dexterous furred fingers through the pudgy, wrinkled fingers of the bronze-skinned dwarf-alien at her side. A shifting of her free hand into the expansive pocket that lined the inside of her jacket produced a rumpled and worn navy blue flat cap, which she shakily placed over her scalp with a hiss of pain... It'd take
weeks to grow her hair back even a little, and Fajyk would probably have a good laugh once he got over the fact she had nearly been killed.
A flick of the Qom Jha's ear towards Mr. Kissheiney's swiftly renewed, cold-hearted and hollow return to business-oriented affairs soon left the young woman straining her ear, giving her an odd, almost constipated look across her chiropteran features as one membraned arm encircled the trembling dwarf that sat next to her, her thumb stroking the back of his pudgy hand reassuringly as she kept her notched ear trained towards her target. She had to strain, her eyes narrowing and her ear twitching and, it was only with the barest and briefest use of the Force's gray, neutral, twilight aspect (it would be troublesome to be caught drawing upon it here) that the Qom Jha's pained and battle-ringing ear caught two words that, thank the Force, gave her all the success she needed, for now.
"...Commerce Guild..." The dour-looking, cybernetically-enhanced Umbaran had spoken softly to Mr. Spinetangler...
Those aviator-sporting, vainglorious-looking guards of Mr. Bootslurper had, by now, filed out and, forming a circle around the immediate massacre where their companions had removed the Advozse outside, as the freshly-trailed blood signified, were now examining the bodies of the few deceased most improperly and in lieu of standard police procedure. Just beyond the ring that the businessman's personal guards had formed, knots of fearfully whispering, weeping men and women, as well as one or two who sought to approach the deceased, were warned away by the Aviator Dolts who had commandeered the situation..
As Coruscant was a large, constantly-bustling metropolis, it was in a matter of minutes that several moderately-armored CSF (Coruscant Security Force) officers made heir way in, the Quarren and Kitonak sporting blaster pistols raised cautiously towards the ceiling, while the aged black-and-gray-furred Wookiee leading the other two instantly took the lead towards Mr. Weenieroast, rudely pushing his way between the Umbaran and the human to address the host directly...
Patting the dwarf at her side and squeezing his hand silently, the Qom Jha and he shakily got to their feet and, trailing ash and trembling. The chiropteran led the aged man on, nodding as they approached the Kitonak and Wookiee just next to
Kishimoto Nakaioma . Considering her words as she braced the bronze-dwarf at her side, the Qom Jha tightening her arm compassionately around the man, even as she wearily and cautiously regarded Mr. Callouspencilstick (ha ha...) and the barrel of sunshine, cheerful bastard of a cybernetic-eyed, aged Umbaran that had been interrupted by the police Wookiee...
"Holy hell... Well, Sir, give the nice Kitonak Officer your statement, and, when we're done with that, I'll get you a cup of water... No need to thank me...
Someone here has to do something compassionately, I'd say..." Looking stonily out of the corner of her good eye at Mr. Lacksapair and Undeath's Embodiment at his side, still smoldering at his having been interrupted, the Qom Jha silently and patiently continued to comfort and stroke the injured old man's gnarled, fattened hand...
Saro Nakaioma
Toby Russen
reacted to the assailant, but Kishimoto was on-task.
