The Anger Of Angels

[Jamie Pyne]

For a minute the blonde watched the other woman sneak about, directing her with various gestures and sign language. Jamie was hardly a military folk, or much of a Jedi, but she had seen enough HoloVids to know what certain things meant, and also the obvious fact that a large hangar with items strewn about in a hasty manner likely meant trouble. That, coupled with the Terentatek that had greeted them shortly before they reached the door likely meant that either they were the catalyst that brought about this rather quick evacuation, or something more terrible was waiting for them.

Either outlook was rather unpleasant sounding.

All Jamie could realistically do was to follow the woman's lead, and so she remained quiet as the two searched about the room where they sat, looking for any sign of danger or activity. For several daunting minutes everything was as silent as the vacuum of space, but then came the sound of a heavy stride as a man emerged from beneath the hold of the sole ship within the hangar. He was clad in heavy looking armor, his visage concealed by a dark, hooded mask, gauntlets and Phrik and the very clear and distinct hilt of a lightsaber.

"Think we found our alchemist." She whispered ever so quietly.

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

There were two ways this could go.

Fight or talk.

Here was the thing, though. Whoever this guy was, he already unleashed one beast on them, which made her almost certain that he wasn't interested in talking. Plus, they'd lose the stealth advantage. No. Better to incapacitate him now and then worry about talking a bit later.

Besides, this was the Galactic Alliance they were talking about. They hated Sith. Nobody would blame her for being a bit assertive in this particular conflict.

Hell. If they waited any longer, this schutta would escape with everything in tow and never be brought to justice.

"I am gonna freeze his boots to the floor, hopefully that will make him fall on his face." Sarova whispered to her. "Then we attack and incapacitate him, alright?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

This plan was literally the polar opposite of everything Jamie was about. Particularly the attack part of the plan. This was a person, not some crazy Terentatek that couldn't understand them and would lash out until it was dead. This was a person. She didn't want to irreparably hurt the Sith, sever any extremities or kill him for that matter. Perhaps though she was taking that word a bit too literally. Subduing and interrogating him was a good plan.

"Okay. We can subdue him and find out what's going on."

We was a relative term in regard to subduing him. Jamie was hardly experienced in the subject. Speaking however was her strong suit. If they could end the fight before one started, they had a better chance of figuring things out and by extension, using that ship to get off world. Jamie wasn't quite interested in spending much more time on this frozen wasteland.

Quietly she moved a bit closer when the man had his back turned, ducking behind a set of crates near the ramp of the ship.

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Her presence in the Force shrunk to a needle point.

There, in the state of microcosm, Cerita's focus was layered. First, she noticed the peculiarities in the Sith that were left unnoticed prior, the little slump where the Sith favored his right shoulder over his left one. The distinct dragging sound the left boot made, as he walked, suggesting he had an old wound that was badly healed. The cape frayed at the edges... the alchemist didn't seem to get out much at all, did he now?

The little things.

That was, after all, what Art of the Small was about.

With the most gentle of applications of the Force -- her specialty had always been the small, the focused and the careful -- she started to uncover the layers of molecules holding the Sith's boots together. Metals, plastics, leather of the predatory sort. Then once Ceri had cataloged that, she moved.

In a sense.

The alchemist cursed as, too late, he sensed the application of the Force. But it did not prevent the soles of his boots to meld together with the floor he had been standing on.

He started falling.

Ceri rose up and hoped Pyne would move just as swiftly.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie wasn't quite certain whether or not what Ceri did worked. But she saw the other girl stand and start to rush the Sith. To say her heart wasn't pounding in her chest while a pit opened in her stomach would be lying. She was barely trained in anything relating to the Force, had no weapon, and she was about to charge a Sith of some renown. After all, if he was the one who made that giant monstrous nightmare-beast they had left outside, he was obviously more capable than she was at eighteen with a bit of telekinetic training and sword fighting skill.

The only thing that got her up from the spot she was kneeling was Ceri's own charge towards the man as he cursed, apparently knowing what happened.

Jamie ran out and around the opposite side of the crates, that way they could hit him from both sides, assuming he was too busy worrying about falling over and dealing with his situation underfoot than the two of them. Hopefully he wasn't wearing anything overly protective, lest she charge straight into something incredibly painful. Jamie wasn't quite the muscular powerhouse Cerita might think.

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

There was one thing that had prompted Sarova's brash tactic.

It was the fact that she was an alchemist herself. So she knew that something had to be sacrificed, to get any level of skill in it and unless this man was someone she knew? It was impossible that he was on the same level as the likes of Rave Merrill. That kind of competence did not stay hidden for long in their Galaxy.

No matter how big it was.

Power gravitated towards power and the fact that she did not recognize his signature? Meant that he probably was very specialized, if he could churn out the kind of crap they had trapped just an hour ago... an hour? Thirty minutes? Ten minutes?

As she rose and saw Pyne charging, time felt even weirder than it already had.

But there was no time to ponder about how long they had been busy. There was a fight to win- as she ran, she grabbed hold of something laying on the table next to her... a gorram datapad. A quick brush of her hand caused it to harden around the edge, it wasn't indestructible as most alchemy works... but it would hurt like a fether.

As she came close, she swung the datapad at the Sith's head.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

As Ceri swung an object at the Sith, Jamie ducked low to try and take the man off balance by throwing her weight into the man's stomach. With his feet locked into the ground, Ceri hitting him in the head with a now modified datapad, and Jamie tackling him, the three forces were enough to take the man out. With a crash and a thud he fell backwards, losing consciousness somewhere between the moment where his head slammed against the floor, leaving Jamie to land atop his now unconscious body.

Surprisingly enough it had worked.

"Got him!" She said with a smirk.

Now they just needed to figure out what exactly this place was for. If he was here alone? What he was working on? Why he was so eager to leave when they accidentally discovered him? And finally what to do with him when he awoke.

"We should find some way to restrain him for when he wakes up."

He was likely to be rather cranky when consciousness found him again.

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"He's an alchemist, he will get out of anything, unless we can find- Huh." Sarova had been looking around, when her eye caught the glimpse of a pair of shackles. More importantly, when she pulled them from under the cover, she knew the shackles. Akure made and from her own stocks.

So not just a Sith, but also an admirer.

How sweet. Any other day they might have had a pleasant conversation, but this one did throw a Sithspawn beast at her just some time ago and that couldn't be just discarded.

"Here, throw these on him." Sarova passed over the Akure-made shackles to Pyne. "They are immune to force manipulation, so that will prevent him from magicking his way out."

"At least until we can get him to the proper authorities. New Jedi Order, I assume?"

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The blonde took the shackles in her hands, fixing them to the Sith as she listened to the woman speak. "You're sure of it?" The last thing she wanted to do was assume the man was safe to handle and bring aboard a starship, only to have him free himself and cause untold amounts of damage to the ship, or worse, kill one or both of them. The Terentatek earlier had nearly accomplished that all on its' own. Another brush with death was definitely not on her list of things to do.

"The New Jedi Order will probably be best."

That was her guess anyway. She didn't know a whole lot about them, but word was that they rehabilitated Sith. That was a better fate than killing the man, at least in her eyes.

At least with his ship they could get off of this frozen wasteland and back to civilization.

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Yeah, definitely." She hadn't made it herself, but Akure offered quality as a promise. "Though, one of us might want to stand guard over him and club him over the head again, if he wakes up."

She exchanged a look with Pyne, who was really a much nicer person than she was.

"I know, I know, but if he wakes up, he might not be able to manipulate his shackles, but that won't prevent him from turning the air around your head into poison."

Well, the Sith probably wouldn't be able to do that immediately. When you get hit in the head with an alchemized datapad your focus was probably gone for a large portion of the time. But it was still something Ceri didn't want to risk- she still felt a bit responsible for Pyne, specifically because she was so.... new.

And not just about her force powers.

Cerita started rummaging around the table, until she discovered another datapad, this one still active and not inert. Lots of digits and contacts, hmm.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie nodded. "Alright." If Ceri was certain that he wouldn't be able to free himself she would take her word for it. She knew more about this stuff than she.

"We should get going. I'll go make the call from the ship to the Alliance."

She wasn't too terribly keen on bringing him on board, not unless the other woman was going to play babysitter all the way back to Sullust. He posed a danger that Jamie was not ready to deal with. She knew full well that any moment that the Sith could take advantage he would. They weren't prone to discussions filled with civility. If that meant killing all three of them, he wouldn't likely hesitate.

"Do you want to restrain him somewhere?"

[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

She looked at the unconcious Sith for a moment, before giving an encouraging nod and smile to Pyne.

"Nah, you go ahead and contact the Jedi we are coming in. I will make sure this guy doesn't go anywhere." After Jamie went into the ship, presumably, she settled herself down on the table next to the guy. It was a bit of a shame really. Bit sad. Because at the end of the day this could have been her.

She wasn't clean either.

Had blood on her hands and a lifetime of experiments under her belt. So why was it that it was this lad in shackles, breathing dust, while she was waiting on a Jedi to contact her fellow Jedi? The long con, some would say. But in truth it was simply that Cerita was more careful than the average Sith.

Setting up shop on Belsavis.

What an idiot.

He started to rouse himself from his sleep only a few minutes later. Hard head. She shot a glance over to the ship's walkway, before casually walking over to the Sith.

Her boot connected with his head not-to-softly, which send him back to la la-land.

Couldn't be careful enough with these Sith.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

With a nod Jamie turned and trotted up the ramp to the ship. With a flutter of her lips and a sigh she dropped down into the pilot's seat, cramped as it were, and reached for the comm. After a change of frequency and an input of encryption code she sent away a quick message, indicating their location's coordinates, their prisoner, status of their previous ship, dangers, and commandeered ship ID. The blonde then set the device back atop the panel and pushed herself up from the chair.

She wouldn't be flying this ship home. Not if they wanted to make it home anyway. The Padawan was entirely unfamiliar with this ship and its' controls, not to mention was not even great at flying the ship she did know.

A few minutes later and Cerita would hear the clanking of the ramp beneath Jamie's feet as she strode out of the ship once more.

"Ready to go. Sent the Alliance a message."

[member="Cerita Sarova"]