I Don't Know, But I've Been Told

[Skrik Piper]

[Continuation of Stranger Danger]

He could run, but he could not hide.

Well, maybe he could do that, too. That might be a little troublesome, but she would still find him. It might be on Dagobah someday, or some other backwater planet in the deep depths of the galaxy. But she would find him and purge him nonetheless. She had not traveled this far and for so many months to find [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] just to come away empty-handed.

Deactivating her electromagnetic weapon but keeping it in her grasp, Skrik Piper kicked off in the direction she had seen the Jedi boy run. A crowd of onlookers had gathered to see the spectacle that was her bounty chase, though most of them gave enough room for her to pass, not wanting to chance ticking off some crazy, mostly bald woman who seemed to own one of every sort of handheld weapon--and was bold enough to attack a Jedi. Whether they thought she must be incredibly powerful or stupidly reckless, most people would gladly leave this job to the cops.

While she had been able to keep track of Tugoro's general direction, Skrik had not been able to tell exactly which alleyway he had ducked into. Slowing down as she approached the mouth of the first corridor, the Jedi killer drew her stun gun with her unoccupied hand, anticipating a quick strike from the shadows. Of course, that would be if she was taking the right street...

Gun raised and dormant electrostaff held behind her back, the Forcebreaker eased around the corner of the first alley's entrance and proceeded cautiously, the hilt of her lightsaber softly swinging against her hip from its tether, and the shadow of her red-blond plume of hair bouncing with each small step...

"Come out, little Tuggy," she cooed.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The sudden arrival and attack of [member="Skrik Piper"] had really put the young boy off. The strange assassin had appeared out of no where, before attacking in an extremely hostile manner. After ducking into a dark alleyway, the young boy would continue to walk quietly, accidentally kicking a bottle over that he could not see. The high walls of the corridor cast a looming shadow along the path way, that was littered and reeked like a Rancor's breath. The clink of glass against solid ground would be heard to the Rattataki as she stalked her way through the darkness, giving a clue as to where her prey might've been. Thanks to the force, the disadvantage of no light that Tugoro would've normally suffered turned into equal ground. Both the hunted and the hunter's sight was slightly disabled, though through the force the young Padawan would be able to feel his foe's arrival.

Placing his hands atop a dumpster, Tugoro would pull his body upwards, placing his feet firmly against the garbage container's lid. Shrouded in pitch black, the Jedi would slowly close his eyes, allowing the ominous feel that had taken over the area to wash from his mind. With the force, his mind would begin to reach out, flowing through the alley along the ever present stream of energy, until it hit Skrik. Now having been given a rough estimate as to her position, the boy would continue to remain quiet, expecting the assassin to turn the corner at any moment. And she did. Little Tuggy? Grimacing in disgust, the boy could not help but feel annoyed, not sure as to why or how this person had gotten his name. Had someone really put a bounty out, specifically for him? It was probably that group in Mos Eisley, that had failed in capturing him so long ago. Tapping into the force once more, Tugoro would allow his mind to drift, it shortly after connecting to Skrik's own, if allowed. A telepathic voice would ring out in her thoughts if she was not able to fight his presence, it speaking softly, "You don't have to do this."

 

[Skrik Piper]

Oh, so he was one of those tricky ones! She wondered if he could receive messages back through her mind. Aww, Little Tuggy have want to playing a game! The fact that Tugoro could communicate telepathically was enough to convince her that he needed to die as soon as possible. If he could talk to her mind, what sorts of things could he do to other people? She knew better.

Of course, Taidarious had just betrayed his nearby presence on two counts, the second being the clink of the falling glass object. He was somewhere up ahead within the vicinity of the rubbish bin. Realizing how close he must be, Skrik did not dare proceed any further. Quietly, she holstered her stun gun and brought up her electrostaff in a defensive posture, though still keeping the weapon deactivated.

Animals always have a special ways of being agitated, as every good hunter knows. The Jedi hunter knew that sentient types could be provoked as well--actually they were often easier to irritate, which happened to be very convenient to her mission. Creeping forward mere centimeters at a time, the Forcebreaker continued trying to 'talk' back to her prey through her mind. You have liking music? Then she began to whistle a slow, sharp tune, over and over. I am have singing a lullaby for your sleep, she pestered.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Remaining completely still, Tugoro would move only his eyes, allowing them to gaze out of the edge of his vision. The light that had been cast along the first alley would end at it's intersection, causing the corridor that [member="Skrik Piper"] and the young Jedi faced off in, to be completely dark. Silence rang deafeningly through out the area, as the two combatants began to communicate with each other telepathically. The young boy's eye would twitch as the white skinned assassin began to whistle a slow tune, one that would break the immense tension that had been present. No games, would ring out in the Forcebreaker's mind, as Tugoro focussed intently to send his messages.

Though, someone was going to act sooner or later, and if he was not mistaken, it sounded as if another weapon had been taken out. Deciding to take the offensive first, the young boy's arm would shoot to his waist quickly, allowing his hand to grasp around the metallic saber hilt. Pulling the training blade from his belt, Tugoro would cock his arm backwards, before tossing it down the alley, towards his foes. As he released the weapon, Tugoro's legs would push off against the dumpster, propelling his body into the air in a swift motion. Even if the Jedi had taken the offensive, it did not matter much, seeing as his lightsaber was not really dangerous. If one were to touch it's beam, they would be slightly singed by the energy. While, on the other hand, Skrik's weapons were all rather fatal.

Placing his palms against the corridor's wall, the young boy would begin to focus, allowing the force to gather into his hands. The energy would allow him to stick to the surface briefly, before his feet pushed off once more, shooting him to the other side of the alley, where he would do the same. Each time he leaped, he increased the angle at which he did so, in an attempt to quickly jump over his attacker, while she dealt with his attack. The saber handle that been thrown earlier would ignite, due to the telekinetic influence of Tugoro. Having reached out with the force, he used the energy that surrounded his weapon, allowing it to ignite and glide directly at his foe's torso. The blue beam would surge forward, hoping to jab into shoulder. Of course, there was no possibility of her skin being pierced, so the damage would be rather minimal to say the least, if successful in hitting it's target.

 

[Skrik Piper]

Someone seemed to be perturbed! It had not been too many repetitions of her grating little melody before one of the typical Jedi weapons was lobbed at her and Little Tuggy revealed himself. Unfortunately, she could not fully appreciate his wall bouncing skills as she was preoccupied with the metallic cylinder flying towards her midsection. Lightsabers are very dangerous, and as far as she could tell at the moment of ignition, this one was as dangerous as any lightsaber had ever been.

Begrudgingly sacrificing her footing, Skrik curled up and rolled onto her back to duck the whirling saber, though her plume of red-blond hair was not so lucky. The threads of her hair heated up and were singed to a burnt black color, a brief shock being registered by the nerves of her head as the strands conducted the temperature. Why did she always get her hair done before she did something extremely dangerous?

Piper spun around as the bladed weapon passed, finally realizing where her target had moved. She was in a vulnerable position now, but at least she was still in the game. Do it again! Do it again, Little Tuggy!

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The young boy could not help but grin, despite the situation he was currently in. The blue beam of plasma would shoot past [member="Skrik Piper"], for she had apparently thought the blow to be deadly. Anyone would, he figured. Tugoro had only ever killed one person, in cold blood for the murder of others. He hated the Mandalorians. So far, he couldn't tell who this person was, though he guessed that they could've been an assassin sent by the Mandalorians. He had gotten into many fights with different Mandalorians, it was rather true that he had earned a reputation.

Having landed swiftly on the alley's floor moments ago, Tugoro's arm would extend, catching the lightsaber that had been thrown in a backhand grip. Holding it firmly in his palm, the young Jedi would lower his arm, while delving into his jacket to retrieve another item. His fingers would wrap around his blaster pistol's handle, pulling it from the holster before aiming it at the pale female. Thinking back to his training, he had never been trained with a blaster before. He figured if he shot, it would completely miss, however he would use it for simple intimidation tactics. Pointing the weapon's barrel towards Piper's torso, the young boy would speak up once more.

"Was it the Mandalorians?"

 

[Skrik Piper]

Well, this was a predicament. He might have even had the Forcebreaker beat here, except that he had no idea how intensely persistent she was with his type. He had asked her a legitimate question, however. Many people desire so badly to learn the answers to all sorts of mysteries that they postpone on decisive action. If he wanted to know, he would not try for the kill right away. So she dropped her electrostaff and sat up, drawing her stun gun and setting aim.

Of course, a shot from her weapon would not kill the Jedi, but he might as well be dead if Skrik could get a direct hit on his body. She was merciless like that. Most Jedi are not so merciless, their pride and public worship dependent on acting as the self-righteous, oh-so-holy personas dreadfully important to their Force-demented psyche. How she hated them, and how she loved to take advantage of their self-serving 'good deeds'.

However, the vigilante could not deny a slight urge to seek closure on her own end, and delayed in pulling the trigger. "Ha! You have so cute. Mandos!" She winked, threateningly nudging the trigger a millimeter back. Mandos can not even be try to be me.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's teeth would grit in disappointment, as he listened to her speak the basic language. It was worse than his own. He hadn't thought it possible. He literally had no clue what she was saying, though he was sure she was mocking the Mandalorians, and his apparently foolish guess. The blaster pistol's barrel continued to point towards the assassin, as Tugoro's eyes scanned across the alley for details. He would begin to examine her own handheld weapon, as she quickly drew it and pointed it at him as well. It did not look like a normal blaster, though the young Jedi was unable to determine what it would do. Either way, the muscles within his legs would begin to flex as his limbs bent at the knees, lowering him closer to the ground. He had a better center of gravity now, thus giving him a steady balance. He figured his blaster was useless at this point, for [member="Skrik Piper"] obviously outmatched him in such a skill. He wondered how her blade to blade was.

"Don't have to talk...Fine." He would conclude, figuring that the assassin would obviously not give up any information. With keen eyes that were prone to detail, the Padawan would notice her trigger finger, ready to strike, along with the hostility emanating from her. She was a ruthless one, who was more than motivated to claim his head. Lifting his blade arm, Tugoro would lunge forward, breaking into a brief sprint before launching himself into the air. While doing so, his fire arm would aim towards Piper's location, sending a few shots that would hope to keep her on the defensive. With his jump, he hoped to avoid any potential blaster bolts she fired off, though there was also the chance of him being shot at in mid air. Though, as he moved across the dark alley, Tugoro hoped to lessen that chance, as his arm struck downwards, in an attempt to deliver a powerful overhand blow to the assassin's shoulder. She would have more than enough time to draw a blade and hold off his attack, depending on what she decided to do in the first place.

 

[Skrik Piper]

It was not that Skrik was uninterested in talking. She simply had no idea who had hired her, actually. The mysterious 'weapons collector' had not so much as revealed his face from under his enshrouding cloak, and had not provided any names. Piper was far from a slicer, as well, so she could not trace whatever accounts were tied to his semi-regular deposits to compensate for expenses.

Speaking of that, it should be payday. She fired a debilitating blast at her quarry, but his Jedi skills were not in bad shape, apparently. He leapt above her shot and sent his own volley of actually dangerous plasma bolts in her general vicinity, prompting her to reel back. Turns out Tugoro's leap was aptly calculated, and as she drew her second blade, he brought his hand to her shoulder and nudged her body onto the pavement, whipping the back of her head against the hard ground. After this was all said and done and the adrenaline subsided, she would have a monster of a headache.

With a desperate swipe, the assassin attempted to slash the knife at the rear of his shins upon his landing, simultaneously using the force of her strike to help propel her body in a rolling motion to the spot of her electrostaff. With deft hands, she released her grip on the vibroblade and switched on the staff. It seemed they would be fighting close now. "You're being too good for me," Skrik mocked.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The blaster he had used would be left in the air as he approached [member="Skrik Piper"]'s position, for he figured he wouldn't need it anymore. Was it a mistake? Perhaps. The light saber that Tugoro wielded was only a training model, so it's burns were nothing compared to that of a real one. The blunt and hot force of the blade would slam violently down onto the assassin's shoulder, forcing her to stumble backwards and onto the ground. The boy could not help but cringe as he watched this, for he did not like to harm females. Though, if they tried to attack him, he had to defend himself, right? The option of killing the assassin before him was out of the question, for Tugoro did not wield any lethal weapons at the moment. The young Jedi was about to speak up, however he did not have time to do so.

For Skrik was unrelenting, propelling her body forward with a wide, sweeping attack at the lower section of his legs. While lifting one leg, Tugoro would pivot on the other, turning his body around entirely while he hopped backwards slightly, hoping to lessen the impact of the attack. Instead of slicing his Achilles Heel, Tugoro's actual shin would be cut, the forcebreaker's vibroknife managing to cut past his leather boot easily. Blood would drip down and onto his foot, while he tried to focus on the fight. Lifting his blue beam of plasma forward, Tugoro would aim his weapon precisely, standing still after landing.

 

[Skrik Piper]

Her slash to his leg had drawn blood, but it was more-or-less insubstantial and the Jedi released his own counter. Back and forth it was. While Skrik had been quick to her weapon and quick to her feet, she still was not provided enough time to adequately plant herself and prepare for the coming blow. His blade descended and came fully in contact with the cross section of her electrostaff, her body not quite rigid enough yet. The Forcebreaker was a quick and untiring opponent, but she did not have the speed of a Jedi. The crack of the saber hitting the phrik staff resounded through the alley, and the assassin was propelled backwards a few meters. If she had just had an eyeblink longer to ready herself...

All her weapons were strewn about this tiny urban battleground now, save the electrostaff in hand and the rifle strapped to her back. This was beginning to become quite the disaster. She was now at a reasonable distance for Little Tuggy to resume any Force attacks he had in mind, so she had to do something drastic if she wanted to survive this dual. Hence, she let go of her staff once more and brought her KiSteer 1284's muzzle to bear on the Jedi. Skrik chirped at her adversary as she regained her footing and committed her aim. "Accept your judgment!"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The boy's arms would lift high into the air after he recovered, his eyes keeping tabs on Skrik Piper. She was a formidable opponent, there was no doubt about that. Tugoro did not know how long this battle would last, either way there was a great chance of him dying. The pale skinned assassin had been pulling so many weapons out, the Padawan was simply not sure what to expect anymore. Thrusting his arms down at an angle, the Jedi would perform a powerful overhand blow, that would result in his beam of plasma slamming into Skrik's own melee weapon. Suddenly, the boy's weapon would deactivate, as he looked the assassin right in her eyes.

Tossing his blade to the ground, the young Jedi would shrug in apparent defeat, holding his arms up so she could see his hands. "You got me. Keep the face pretty." He would remark, hoping to goad her into a head shot. Skrik was more than capable of doing such, given the accuracy of her weapon. Even so, as he spoke, the Padawan would begin to muster the last bit of force energy, allowing it to flow rapidly through his body. His eyes would stay keen and sharp, as he watched and examined her movements.
[member="Skrik Piper"]

 

[Skrik Piper]

Ha! If he expected mercy, he had been visited by the wrong challenger. The maliciously exuberant fire in the Forcebreaker's eyes sizzled in her moment of triumph. What a fool! While she was very much tempted to take the headshot (It would have been more wise to do so towards a person of supernatural power. Really, she was not thinking properly due to the excitement of long-anticipated conquest after months of fruitless searching.), what fun was a prize if one could not play around with it a little?

Adjusting her aim for his left knee, she pulled the trigger of her projectile weapon. "I'm have name Skrik Piper, and I am here for kill you," she announced in that voice that always sounded--disturbingly--so genuinely friendly. Then her intonation changed to a more impassioned address. "You're have time up. No longer can you destroying with your power. You should having not be born.

"Do you're accepting punishment of the sins, or yes?"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Thanks to the force energy he had concentrated into his physique, Tugoro would watch and listen in slow motion, stifling his laughter as he heard the strange, slowed down version of [member="Skrik Piper"]'s monologue. She was a formidable opponent, and would be far more intimidating it not for her strange, disturbing accent. The stinging pain in Tugoro's leg would only increase as he stood still, his face distorting slightly due to the sensation. More blood poured from his leg, causing thick streams of the sanguine liquid to trail down his leather boots. The young Jedi had been in many violent conflicts, this one was definitely one of the more challenging ones. With his enhanced reflexes and visual prowess, Tugoro watched silently as the bright flash of light engulfed the area, releasing the single bolt of energy that aimed for his leg.

The boy's body would move in sync with Skrik's own, his legs bending at the knees as her arms lowered to adjust their aim. Dropping into a crouched position, the Padawan's own arms would move forward as well, his palms extending to meet the rifle's blast. The force energy around and within Tugoro would be expelled, surging forth into a barrier of telekinesis that would protect him from the potentially fatal blast, that had now leveled out with his chest due to his posture's change. The barrier he formed would take the bolt's brunt, causing the youth to fall backwards onto his bottom. The blaster bolt would change it's course entirely, having been redirected at Skrik completely. Tugoro was unsure where it would go, though he knew it would head towards her general direction. Whether it put her out of commission depended entirely on her.

 

[Skrik Piper]

She was not fast enough. The projectile caught her under the left collarbone, punching blood out and burrowing into her muscle. The Forcebreaker seethed and hissed through clenched teeth, accustomed to pain but certainly not immune. She could already feel her shoulder beginning to lock as her endorphins shot through, alleviating the nasty sting but working to immobilize her arm in the healing process if she did not put it into motion.

Right hand still grasping the stock of her rifle, Skrik fired off a haphazard shot somewhere ahead of her, just hoping it would ward off any counterattack by the savvy Jedi. There was no time for playing cute anymore. She had two options now: run away, or keep her left arm fully operational and charge for the takedown. Obstinacy and the temptation of the prize right in front of her eliminated Option One.

Singed strawberry blond hair fluttered in her draft as Piper dashed towards Taidarious, right shoulder leading. Her thoughts solely on how she was going to kill the Jedi hand-to-hand. She had the moves and fighting knowledge, but he had the reflexes and more-or-less supernatural capabilities, as he had already generously displayed. It was a shame that she would need to end his life. He was not bad-looking at all. Was that creepy? Tuggy Tuggy Tuggy Tuggy Tuggy... she repeated mentally, hoping he was still 'listening' to her.

Shielding her face with her right arm, the half-Rattataki bulldozed into the Boy Wookiee and would try to grab for his wrist.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Once more, Tugoro would gasp in regret, as he watched the blaster bolt ricochet and hit [member="Skrik Piper"] in the shoulder. He really didn't like hurting women, especially not the good looking ones. Unfortunately, it was always the good looking ones that were crazy. She would be far more appealing to the boy, if not for that hair. He would have little time to dwindle on the assassin's state, for she had fired off another blaster bolt that was headed in his direction. Having fallen onto his behind previously, the boy would find himself rolling along the ground, tucking his torso closely to the dirty duracrete surface. The yellow bolt of energy would whiz past his body, impacting with a garbage can nearby, causing it to nearly explode.

This assassin really was persistent. So was everyone else that tried to kill him, but there was something about this one that seemed to drive her. She was dedicated to her cause, obviously due to some sort of emotional back story. Or so he figured. Leaning his head forward, Tugoro would look up at the Rattataki, as she attempted to slam violently into him. Lifting both of his arms, the youth would find his wrist bound, her pale palm and digits having wrapped around it. Reaching forward with his own hand, Tugoro would grip the arm that had lifted to shield her face, hoping to pull and form a tight grip on it. Heaving with all of his might, the young Jedi would lift his legs into the air, kicking them forward in hopes of planting the soles of his feet against Skrik's stomach. With his leg muscles, the boy would attempt to life the assassin over him, while pulling her body as well. If this were to be successful, Tugoro would find himself capable of launching the assasin several meters away. Even so, he did not opt to do this, and instead reached out with the force. It would begin to flow around and inside him, expelling a sheet of telekinetic energy that would envelop and lift him slightly off the ground. It was a risky maneuver that required concentration, though the Jedi knew he would be able to pull it off if all his other steps had been successful. His and Skrik's body would be flipped around in the air if this was done, placing her against the floor while he would now be on top of her.

He did not want this to end violently, and so began to emit a light aura from his body, one that would cast a cascading warmth and sense of calmness upon the duo. "You don't have to do this. We're not all the same." He spoke, figuring that she must hold some grudge against the Jedi. Perhaps he would be able to get to the bottom of it, and maybe even solve her problem? That was, assuming she hadn't figured out a way to kill him already.

 

[Skrik Piper]

She nearly cried. For all her years of training--ever since she was a little girl--and all her trophies and even legitimate kills against a few Force users, she was caught playing stupid against one of them. Served her right for missing her opportunities along the way. In one desperate attempt to cause as much damage as possible before she became familiar with the ground, Skrik yanked her free hand towards her own body, trying to bring Tugoro's hand along with it and snap his wrist.

Whether she succeeded or not, she had no satisfaction in knowing. With the Jedi having an uncompromising grip on her other arm, her chalk-white body was swung into the air and promptly flipped onto her back, knocking the wind out of her. Then the idiot started talking.

Oh, she loathed his voice in this moment, though something about it nearly smothered her rage and settled her body into complacence. No! She would not fall for the Jedi's insidious schemes and obscene powers. She had come here to accomplish one thing, and nothing could hold her spirit down, no matter how her body was pinned down. Skrik spat in his beautiful face and laughed hauntingly. "You will be! You're have righteousness like all of them."

Forgotten in all of this whirl of a fight was the 'gift' provided by that mysterious stranger upon first meeting: the little red lightsaber. It was really all she had left. Scrunching her face in pain as her injured arm extended towards her hip so her hand could grope for the weapon's handle, Piper searched for final resolution. "Who hired me? You know."

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

With a smirk of undoubted pride, Tugoro would stare down at [member="Skrik Piper"], his single hand still gripping her arm. The hand that had been gripped by her own was suddenly pulled towards her own body, in an attempt to violently snap the bones within it. The Rattataki would be disappointed to find that the specific area of his limb was mechanical, consisting of several metallic materials and mechanisms that allowed it to function. It might have been damaged due to her actions, though it was rather unlikely to be anything majorly concerning. What did concern the Jedi, was the sense of danger that began to creep up his spine, alerting him of some sort of danger in the female's deceptive, misleading words.

Flinching backwards slightly, Tugoro hoped to avoid the venomous words she spat, but to no avail received them. He didn't act righteously, did he? Despite his confusion and wariness, the young Jedi continued to emit the aura of light sided energy, allowing the injured assassin to feel a soothing calmness, one that would quell the pain that had amassed around their body. While still holding her one arm down, the youth would begin to scramble with his opposite limb, remembering that she had managed to get free. With his mechanical digits, he hoped to grasp her wrist tightly, eventually loosening his grip to something more firmly gentle. Even while doing so, he did not notice the weapon, and had completely forgotten about it. "Doesn't matter," he began, still looking down at her with his emerald eyes. He held back the urge to roll them, quite aware at her attempts of distraction. She was obviously experienced. "Please surrender, we don't need to fight." The boy would finish, offering her another chance.

 

[Skrik Piper]

Skrik had not taken into account the possibility of cybernetics or other mechanical body parts. It just never seemed 'Jedi' to her. She had never encountered such a Jedi in her previous hunts, bringing her to assume it was something against the Jedi Code, or that they were simply that proud in their unnatural construct. They were all narcissists.

Her fingers curled wickedly in an instant as the Jedi boy caught her other arm just as her hand came in contact with the lightsaber. Kicking at his shins and spitting at his eyes, she tried to break her limb free for the final grab at the weapon to end his abominating existence. Her hand tremored and her muscles tensed as she felt some soft, warm, extra-sensory wave come over her again--something she could not explain except that it must be Jedi witchcraft. She would not allow him to perpetrate such an act, no matter how calming it was. Her willpower was too strong for his ilk. They could never understand. They were all weak without their precious Force.

Piper stretched one more time for the hilt of the shoto saber and writhed under Tugoro's weight, the joint of her shoulder locking up as its condition became crucially hindering. The Forcebreaker had been reduced to kicking and otherwise jerking, her body beginning to realize pain once more as she lay pressed to the ground. "Curse all you! You will dying someday! Even the Force is not stop it from you! Burn in the sun!"

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

"You're right," the young boy would begin, nodding slightly at her statement. It was true, everyone would eventually die, for death was a fate that no one could avoid. "So what's the point? Killing me won't change anything for you." He concluded, figuring that it was mostly true. He was still unaware of any reason she might have for killing force users, surely someone must have traumatized her in the past? Yes, that was probably it. She was fearful. His facial features would take on an expression of pity, as he gazed down at the female with empathy. [member="Skrik Piper"] was obviously sick in the head.

The hands that had coiled around the Rattataki's limbs would struggle to restrain her, for the thrashing and resistance had grown to an all time high. Even though Tugoro was helping the assassin, she wanted nothing but to get away from him. To be honest, the young Jedi was not sure how long he could hold her down, seeing as she wasn't exactly weak. The mechanical hand that had constricted the pale skinned arm would begin to loosen it's grip even more, out of fear for locking down unintentionally. It definitely wasn't the strongest robotic limb, though Tugoro really had no interest in harming Skrik, despite her earlier taunting and current spitting in the face. The Jedi would begin to breathe slowly, his chest heaving up and down as he began to focus. He had never used this technique on a living being, and was nervous to even employ it on any occasion.

The force energy within and around the Padawan would begin to concentrate and gather upon his being, allowing it to transform and turn into a more bright, light sided version. Keeping his mind calm and clear of thoughts, Tugoro would manipulate the energy he had summoned, allowing it to stream down both of his arms, in small amounts at first. The energy would make itself present on the physical plane, as it hummed into life, casting a green glow throughout the dark alley. Green bolts of electricity would begin to dance along the youth's limbs, affecting his robotic hand and rendering it useless, along with dealing a rather unpleasant burn to his flesh. The power known as Electric Judgement would flow into the assassin, slowly but surely draining her of stamina. It would not deal any physical pain, though she would feel a strange sensation almost akin to being paralyzed, though briefly. There definitely was a chance of escape, now that his grip had loosened. Even if she had been hit by the power, she would still be able to function, simply at a lesser rate, while feeling drowsy and perhaps dizzy. The ability would not last for long, and would only remain effective as long as Tugoro had physical contact with the assassin.