Oh they were gonna zap her.
Seyra scrambled up, tension hitting her shoulders as she look quickly around the floating devices. "Super solider train- youch!" The first beam shot out and, as luck would not have it, got her square in the shoulder. She clasped at the harmless singe, the faint smell of burnt fibers tickling her nose, and shot Jacen another look of horror from across the room.
Because clearly, he was responsible for this.
Also the butt had bowed out and left her to all the damage, the weasel.
The rest of the devices whirled almost silently, winding up before unleashing the chaos. It really shouldn't have come as a surprise to Serya. The old man had told her what they would do. The space came alit by a flurry of red beams, shooting haphazardly around the two girls left to die.
Serya, with none of the grace of a solider nor the calm of a jedi, lost her shit. She jerked to the left, intercepting a shot to the foot. She scrambled back, falling on one to her butt. All one had to do was stand still breathe, but Serya, for all her hidden education, went blank. It was like running through rain-- the more surface area you move through, the more you get hit.
"Son of a--" A droid turned, its haphazard beam suddenly looping right for her face. The dice flew up, catching the shot and clattering to her feet.
"Stop it," she snapped at the droid. It whirled and shot again.
Jend-Ro Quill
, cleaning up the chalk and dropping the pieces one at a time. Each piece remained in one piece. "I figured it's a success either way. It doesn't break, or it breaks with a fun sound." She said, talking mostly to herself but also partially to the others.
