Weekend Treasure Hunt 29: Choose Your Own Indenture (open)

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Phylus"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Kista Bralor "][member="Sam Paige"] [member="Sunblade"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

It's a cold night and the Trandos smell blood, so they're both sluggish and agitated, on top of their drunkenness. A shoving match breaks out over the bloodstained jewels; a searchlight crashes to the ground and a tent catches fire. A handful of slavers start to shove the gems into bags and throw them into nearby Herald transports. Those escapees who've chosen to interfere with the ships are now far more likely to get noticed than they might have been before. In their own language, the Trandoshans settle on a plan: retreat into the ships, lift off a little ways, and drop coma gas grenades on the slave pens to secure the site. Then they plan to reclaim their merchandise, along with whoever's picking off Trandos one at a time.

If they were sober and all together, it'd be a decent plan. Instead, it's going to take a while before they're even ready to lift off, let alone gas the feth out of the camp.

 

[Sam Paige]

Objective: Chit, the ships are being watched now
In Scene: [member="Sunblade"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Phylus"] @Kista Bralor

Sam wasn't really used to being the one in charge. The one with the plan. But it seemed like if she didn't do it, no one was going to.

It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

"D-don't need you to fly," she managed to get out as she peered around right at the edge of the downed back wall. As the floodlight crashed, Sam flinched, dark eyes wide with the reflection of the fire as it grew.

"Those ships take at least three to pilot in combat," she said quickly, stuttering less as she focused on a subject she knew something about. "But not to get off the ground. Can do that with two. Just me, if I can slave the system. But," she paused, glancing back at the others. "Need someone who can punch."

Now or never. It was as good a distraction as they were likely to get. Saying a silent prayer, she ducked her head and scuttled out and toward the ship she had her eye on.

A pair of trandoshans milled between them and it, however, and she had no idea how to get around them. She could get them off the ground if they could get to the ship. But it was up to the others to get them there.

 

[Luther Lewis]

The was a distant crash and he saw one of the tents catch aflame. Good, maybe that would keep them busy. But knowing his luck, it would probably send the lizards into a frenzy.

He approached [member="Darth Erebos"]. Zai swallowed. He didn't have a great track record with force-users. He didn't really trust them, they always seemed to have hidden agendas. But in the desert you take whatever water you can get and in a prison break you work with anyone who will help.

"Hi, I'm Zai, an engineer. In a bit of a rush so I'll just have a look at those cuffs for a quick sec." He'd seen restriants like these once before, helping spring a Jedi from a prison on Nar Shaddaa. He'd had a full tool box then, and it had been tricky enough. "We have a few options here. One is that we find the key and get you out immediately. Two is we find a multi-tool and we take a few minutes to dismantle it. Three is we pull the cuffs using this" he holds up the butcher's hook "until the needles are out of your skin and you can use the force to take them off. That last option is going to be very painful" he tilted the hook in the half-light to show its sharp edge "and might not even work if the cuffs are too strong."

He shrugged. "Up to you what we do."

He shuffled awkwardly on the spot as he waited for the response.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] - [member="Phylus"] - [member="Nicair Claden"] - [member="Kista Bralor "]- [member="Sam Paige"] - [member="Sunblade"] - [member="Lady Kay"] - [member="Davon Karr"] - [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

She watched patiently as [member="Zai Avery"] opened the cage door of @Darth Eredos with what seemed to be a bit of hezetaion 'the fellow must not have the best history with force users, interesting'. The guy seemed to be quite the expert in technology which was reinforced by his statements of being an engineer before starting to look over th cuff that where on Eredos.

She couldn't help but feel a little relaxed that she herself did not unfortunately become the victim of them, the way Zai becsribed them with neddles brought to her attention that they where not only force retrainers but also induced drugs into the prisoner. The last parts about how to get them off where very enlightening to her as well, especially the bit about causing pain if they tried to remove them.

"That certainly does sound painful to the user, maybe you 'should' try to get it off properly, I might have a use for somthing like that once I get out, I'm sure they fit and a Trandoshian as well" she gave a slight smirk at the comment, compared to other things she had done to certain tourture victims somthing like that would be tame in comparison.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Sam Paige"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair was faced with a moderately tough decision. He heard the floodlight explosion from the forest and he certainly noticed the increase in ships above him, it was going to be next to impossible to stay hidden out here for very much longer. Therein lay his problem. It would certainly take away from the stalking and tracking portion of his enjoyment, which is more thrilling than it sounds, yet it would certainly make the likelihood to get into a right proper fight all the more likely which meant more killing, an obvious perk to any situation. Though, based on the amount of noise that was coming from the camp's general direction things were heating up, they were probably trying to round up all the slaves and dash, his escape would be out the window if they didn't blast him from orbit with some sort of electrical bomb, he'd seen those before in some distant war. The aftermath was, something to see rather than feel. He felt just like a child trying to decide which candy they wanted. This one, but this one, but THAT one!

A few snapped twigs in the distance brought him back to the present situation. He'd been found by those blasted ships. The cycle of hunter-hunted was swinging back his way. Climbing a tree might work, probably would have worked if his scent wasn't so fresh. Could high tail it back to the dead bodies and roll around in them like an animal, mask his scent with death, though that was much easier for a Trandoshan to follow. His only option was really to spread his scent in as large an area as possible, unfortunately he didn't have to urinate which surprised him considering how long it had apparently been without such sweet relief. He really didn't want to rub the more sweaty areas of his body on plants that he didn't have an expert knowledge of, so the clothes would have to stay on, not that they gave him many anyway. He'd need to find his armor and other weapons before they were swept away in some Trandoshan's trophy case. Nicair wasn't dead, they wouldn't count, it was practically sacrilegious.

The sounds got closer, his rolling through the brush was going to have to be cut short and a hiding place taken. The two forms came into his line of sight as he took his perch slightly obscured by a tree. Like animals their nostrils flared, Nicair was slightly offended, he didn't smell that bad. The joke was on them because they probably were smelling the insides of one of their comrades. Nicair-1 Trandoshans-0. The two fanned out, their legs bent to be lower to the ground. Luckily for Nicar what was about waist high grass for them, was maybe chest high for him, beware the tall grass, Nicairs hide in it. The closest lizard he brought low with a chop the the back of its knee and like cut lumber it topled. The man had to be fast and drove the spiked end of his tomahawk into the base of the Trandoshan's skull, unfortunately the angle made it hard to remove and he was forced to leave it or be spotted. The Trandoshan's companion didn't really seem all that worried about anything until it tripped over the body. The universe was being comical today. Nicair took advantage and sprang onto the fallen lizard in an instant. The weakest place on a Trandoshan, their throat, it was rumored human teeth could pierce the scales. This was true, and it tasted terrible and made the Mandalorian's jaw incredibly sore. But, like an animal himself he had done his primal purpose. On the plus side he felt fantastic, he'd never done that before.

Focus. his escape was probably going to be gone soon. With a newfound hustle in his bustle he arrived at the camp. The Trandoshans had seemed to mildly get themselves in gear yet they couldn't flush the alcohol and drugs out of their systems. He spotted a number of people in the pens and cages he had abandoned, some of them free, some of them talking amongst themselves. He curled his upper lip when he realized he was going to have to be social. He should probably wipe the blood from his mouth before he did so.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Kista Bralor "]|

 

[Shaddi]

Standing up, T'zaniht turned to make his head seem to look at [member="Zai Avery"], his eyes covered by black silk blindfolds. The man stood easily a head over Zai and had the strong body of an experienced triathlon athlete due to his training as a sith lord in his past. "The third option might cause me enough pain to focus through the drug and remove it with the force. However, you are right its best to keep that as the last option since we don't know if these cuffs have any tampering systems." He said in a calm and collected tone before he wobbled slightly as another dose of the drug tried to fill his body.
With a friendly smile to [member="Lady Kay"] he offered his hand in the handshake of old friends. "Oh it seems I haven't Introduced myself, excuse my slip of manners." He then said with a slight smile towards Zai. "My name is T'zanith Zebron." He said with a slight incline of his body to indicate a small bow. "Were would we find a multi-tool?" He asked thought this time it seemed more absent minded as he looked towards [members="Sky'ito Yumi"], he could feel her thoughts so vividly. She reminded him a little of himself when he joined the sith as a young man, not fully inside the dark side but slipping towards it with sadistic tendencies.

He could feel a tremor through the force as if warning him that the Trandoshians might be up to something that would spell disaster to their escape plan. "Before we get this cuff of my wrist, we should get out of these pens as soon as possible.

[member="Sam Paige"] @Kista Bralor

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched while [member="Zai Avery"] worked on how best to get [member="Darth Erebos"] out of his cuffs. She wasn't worried about her own as they didn't inhibit her so much as his did. She could get out of them on her own, but she didn't want to attempt it with others watching. Her secrets were her own. Right now she was happy enough to let them believe her public image; a Queen or highborn lady in distress.

Her attention turned to [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] as she requested to save the cuffs for the Trandoshans. Hmm. Someone likes vengeance. She'll keep that in mind. Some people like that had their purpose, while others were just blind to it. Kay will figure out which side she falls ito later.

She turned to T'zanith as he smiled and held out his hand to her. She gave it a warm shake, but her attention was then turned elsewhere. The Trandoshans seemed to be mobilizing, however well they could in their drunken state. The sounds of ship engines were heard in the background, amongst the other noises. And that gave her a very bad feeling.

Something else caught her attention too. A hulky form of a man came through the treeline and headed towards them. [member="Nicair Claden"] looked worse for wear, as though he had been fighting. So why was he coming here? Why didn't he just run? And then it hit her. There was no way off without a ship. Would he take one on his own, or did he need help? Kay eyed the man as he came closer to them, wary as he didn't appear to be a selfless being.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

"Hmmmm, best place would be on a ship or on a Trandoshan toolbelt...but..." He paused for a moment. He had run past something of interest on the way to the pens. He didn't have time to view it then, but he had taken a mental note. "Actually I know a place that would have one, but it would be risky to move as a group. No offense, but you're a bit taller than me and drugged up, so it would be easier for me to quickly run and grab it."

He addressed both [member="Darth Erebos"] and [member="Lady Kay"] this time. "I'll go grab some tools and maybe some other makeshift weapons. Do whatever you need to prepare or move out, it doesn't matter. I'll catch up easily." He was getting the feeling that time was against them, so he ran off without giving them time to protest.

***​

He'd spotted the communications shack shortly after leaving his own pen, but hadn't lingered due to Trandoshan patrols. They had left now, so he approached the ramshackle shed. It was a temporary shelter for a long-range booster, for patrols venturing out into the swamp.

The shed was a mess, in typical slaver fasion. The booster was placed in a corner and random parts were strewn around the dirt floor. He spottted a rusty toolbox in the corner and grinned. He waded through the junk and grabbed the toolbox. It opened with a loud creak, causing him to wince.

The first tool he pulled out was a bent screwdriver. It looked like it had been dropped in an engine, retrieved and then dropped back in a couple more times. The next one didn't look much better. It was a pair of pilers so blunt, he doubted they could cut paper. It looked like he'd picked up a toolbox of broken tools. He ground his teeth together and kept looking. He pulled out half-dozen more of the same until he found exactly what he was looking for.

The multi-tool had probably been placed in the box because the hinge had rusted. "Typical eggheads" he whispered to himself. The tool was fine, you just had to separate the two halfs and you could still access the tools inside. He was looking for another tool to help when it snapped at the hinge. He checked the individual knives and screwdrivers inside. They were in decent condition, more than adequate enough to free his new friends.

The was a cruching of footsteps right outside of the door. Zai froze and pushed down a wave of panic. It sounded like it was heading straight towards him, maybe a slaver had heard him rummaging around. There was nowhere to hide, so Zai had only one option.

A Trandoshan walked through the door, blaster pistol drawn. He croaked out when Zai pushed a rusty cabinet on him, knocking him to the ground. His blaster flew from his hand and landed amidst the junk in the shed. Zai dived after it as the Trandoshan threw off the cabinet with a roar. He sprang at Zai as the boy spun around with the blaster. A bolt erupted from the barrel and hit the slaver between the eyes. The lizard slumped over and lay still.

Zai felt sick and rushed over to the corner to throw up. The nightmares didn't end. His scars were burning. Why did it have to be slavers?

Once he was feeling better he quickly searched the Trandoshan. He found a combat knife, to complement the DL-12 pistol he'd used to kill him, but stopped there. He had what he came for, no point in staying longer and getting caught again. He stuffed the multi-tool into one of his pockets. Blaster in one hand, knife in the other, he started making his way back to the others.

[member="Nicair Claden"] - [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] - [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

It would be s liw to say she was alright with [member="Zai Avery"] going off by himself to get the tools needed for removing [member="Darth Erebos"] force drugs inducing restraints. Undserstanding why was easy as he had stated faster to move around but at the least he could have let her out just invade he got into trouble, keep a lookout for patrols or prepare for the escape by gathering intel and weapons.

She let out a sight while she waited, more getting bored than actually angry about anything, knowing full well the slavers were mobalozing vehicals and other means to track down the escaped prisoners that managed to get out of he camp. Thinking over the drug that where keeping Ereboses force powers as bay she let loose a short spark of force lightning as a test, too bad it didn't manage to bust the cage controls. Even if they weren't the most tool of the line cages they were still made to keep potentially dangerous animals or people.

She was about to turn to converse with the others when she hread the sound of a blaster bolt, felling out with the force she tired to decern who had been the victim of the blast. She sighed again glad it was Zai who managed to kill the Trandoshian, that would mean two thing, first he has a weapon and most likely what they need to escape, secondly others would have hread and would come to investigate.

"well there goes stealth" Using the force she slowly started to bend the bars on her cage, causing creaking noise as the metal bucked, the cages where no joke. After a bit she slipped through the gap ready to take on any that aproched, though they would still have to remain quieter as possible, they didn't want to have to while camp after them.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kista Bralor]

In the pin Kista seen an old man ([member="Davon Karr"]) motion the back of the pin. It was down and those in that pin had a way to escape. In the other pin a blonde male ([member="Zai Avery"]) was helping the prisoners in that pin to escape.

Kista did not have enough weapons for everyone. All she had managed to find was a combat knife, four heavy blaster, and two blaster rifles. That and Kista had a bad feeling they were running out of time. The darkness over by the tents was interrupted. Peeking over a crate Kista could see the tent now on fire.
‘Did they start to set the tents on fire’, a thought that raced through her mind!

It was her best guess as she did not see how the tents caught on fire. . It was only a short matter of time before any of the Trandoshans see the prisoners leave their pins. She had to move now!

Flinging herself off the ground began to run. With each motion Kista felt her muscles tightening then relaxing as she ran. She felt warmth from influence of the biological enhancements. It propelled her forward at heightened a speed.

Traveling four meters only took Kista a few seconds. “Move quickly”, she dropped a blaster rfile and a heavy blaster in front of the pin housing @Lady Key [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Zai Avery"] and [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]. Not too far away was [member="Nicair Claden"] coming out of the jungle?

Kista did not wait for a conversation. As quick as she made it to the front of the cage she turned around and began to run again. Most times Kista hated the Vong Tech she inherited from her mother. In most social situation it was a poor subject matter. In this case, at this moment it seemed more like a blessing. It only took Kista a few more seconds to run fifteen more feet to the other pin.

Hardly winded Kista dropped a blaster rifle and a heavy blaster pistol near Davon Karr, [member="Sunblade"], and @Phylus. The woman ([member="Sam Paige"]) who was with them already slipped off into the shadows heading somewhere?

“I do not know how much time we have”, Kista was speaking to Davon , Sunblade, and Phylus but she was looking back in case she was seen running around the pins. If she was it would mean a fire fight would break out sooner then she hoped. Now at least the others prisons had some weapons.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Sam Paige"] [member="Kista Bralor "][member="Sunblade"]

Davon eyed the hulking figures he could see between them and the ship. In the bright flood lights deployed by the transports he could see stretched out shadows drawn by more of their captors. Had someone already boarded a ship? Hearing the whine of engines warming up he started to move quickly.

"Sounds like they might be leaving," he rumbled. The escapee appeared. Davon had seen that shadow vanish and assumed they had left. When they returned they dumped a pair of weapons to the ground and kept moving. Davon stepped over the blaster pistol and took it up. The rifle would have been impossible to operate with his binds.

"We take them quietly or we draw them into the trees and gun them down," he said. If they started firing in sight of those ships he had a suspicion they'd end up being blaster from the transports in short order.

 

[Shaddi]

He was quite surprised when [member="Zai Avery"] just ran of like that without letting them speak but understood why, the two of them could most likely debate circles around the boy to get him to stop such foolishness but then again it was needed now. As he tried to shake of the drug he realized that [member="Lady Kay"] was oddly silent, rather than her usual self. "Still drinking that Sephir tea?" He asked with a light smirk as he sat down and leaned against one of the pen's columns. If it wasn't for the drug, T'zanith wouldn't even need to move to get it off but now, he felt weaker than a kitten that's survived a raging river crossing.

Noticing how [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] got out of her pen he waved her over to talk to her. "How proficient are you with telekinesis?" He asked with curiosity before the blaster rifle and pistol were dropped in front of the pen by [member="Kista Bralor "]and before he could even utter a word she had bolted away again. "Sis buti zo vstirze diena..." He muttered to himself as he felt [member="Nicair Claden"] coming from the other side. His mind was too muddled to even process what was going on at this point as his focus was slipping so much from the almost overdose of the drug now in his system, causing his body language and posture to become quite lethargic.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

She wondered why [member="Darth Erebos"] didn't question her use of force lightning but that would most likely be due to her slightly dark force signature, "i have used it on the odd occasion with my brother over short distances, why do you ask". The most obvious answer would have been so they talk without other hearing, though it could be something else.

The question was slightly shut down for the time being when [member="Kista Bralor "]dropped the blaster rifle and a heavy blaster at the tent flap, she inspected them with a bit of displeasure, she wasn't handy with heavy blasters, they messed up her fighting style to much, still better than nothing for the moment.

Grabbing the weapons she made her way back to [member="Lady Kay"] and Erebos, "i think we might need to relocate unless you want to fight some angry lizards, are you right to move or would it be easier to stay here and kill anything that comes in". She didn't care what the answer was either way shed get to kill something soon and release a lot of pent up anger.

Hopefully their little engineering friend got back in time to get the restrains off, luging them around the camp would make thing extremely difficult. She raised the blaster toward the entrance just in-case any Trandoshians decided to check on the force sensitive prisoners. 'COME AND GET IT LIZARD'.

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Zai Avery"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Sam Paige"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay nodded to [member="Zai Avery"] that she understood, before he took off for somewhere that she wasn't so sure. Get on the moveout? Oh she was ready. Ready to go back home. More than likely people were noticing her missing and would be searching. But did they know where to look?

That thought was interupted as [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] began bending the cage bars with the Force. The sounds were high pitched and easily heard amongs the rest of the commotion. She was certainly doing what she needed to do. Yet Kay couldn't. Not when people would question it.

Kay looked to [member="Darth Erebos"] as he asked her about her tea. "Sapir tea. And oh yes, I still drink a lot of it. Care for a cup after we're off this world?"

She was soon interupted by [member="Kista Bralor "]dropping a couple of guns near them. Kay picked up the smaller of the two and held it as well as she could with her shackled hands. "I'm all for moving, but do any of you know where? If we can get to one of their ships and hyjack it, we may have a chance..." Some of the Trandoshans were still fumbling around, afterall.

 

[Nicair Claden]

"The big clunky ships will have all the real treasures, our gear. Which I'm not leaving without. You all look like you could need another pair of hands." The man put on his most helpful tone as he crept into their small circle of captives. They needed an ally, not a hunter at the moment. He made sure he kept his voice low enough that the wandering Trandoshans wouldn't hear, the creatures were still trying to orient themselves for the impending escape in their ships. Yes, escape, for if they stayed there any manner of bad thing could happen to them. Poor lizards.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | @Kista Bralor


(OOC: What was that Erebos? I tried looking it up but to no avail, and I'm too tuckered out by my writing marathon contained in this post. And I'm lazy.)

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Looking back she noted [member="Nicair Claden"] entrance and his description on where their gear would be, "i agree i can feel the force calling me to my sabers, especially the one formally owned by a Sith, if i can get to them id be able to destroy this place all the slaver tech. She un-holstered her blaster and gave it to him, "you will need this more than me, my force powers will be enough to fight against these Trandoshans", To emphasis her point she let small sparks of force lightning cores across her hands, if any patrol got in there way she make sure they would be subjected to a full dose of blue electricity.

Turning back to [member="Lady Kay"] and [member="Darth Erebos"] "how long do you think [member="Zai Avery"] will be, we can't wait too long or the chance of escaping while the slaver are confused will pass". Even in their dunked states time was of the essence if they wanted to make the most of the confusion, the more time wasted the harder thing would get, though she did like a challenge and this might prove to be a good opportunity to test her newer dark-side powers.

[member="Davon Karr"]
[member="Sam Paige"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Sunblade]

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Quietus"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Phylus"] | [member="Kista Bralor"]

Ari sneered at the rifle and tested the strength of his shackles. They held – but they would hold against a trandoshan neck, too. Good enough.

“We go in quiet,” the man hissed, ripping the shirt off his torso. One glimpse of that white linen, and their cover’d be blown wide open. He was used to hunting creatures whose senses outpaced even his own, where one wrong move meant a torn arm or a broken leg.

Be the maalraas.

His tanned skin was crawling with symbols. Like snakes coiling around their prey the patterns slithered along his ribs, over his shoulders, across his chest. Ari hovered there for a beat, assessing his environment, judging the enemies, weighing the flickering light – then dropped down into the mud. His tattoo stretched and morphed, and just like that, the ground and the Beasten were one.

His target was the first trandoshan, patrolling between safe pools of floodlights and the deadly dark in-between. What the slavers had used to bind him, he would turn against them.

With heavy strides, swaying from drink, the lizard stepped between stacked crates of goods. For a few moments, the man disappeared from sight, merchandise blocking his comrade from view. Ari rose to his feet like the breeze, silent, quick – the noose of his chained hands was drawn ‘round the slaver’s neck before he could make a peep.

The creature made to resist, to shake him off, but the Beasten commanded deceptive strength. He flexed his body, pulling the trandoshan into the dirt. A brief scuffle, a hiss of breath – the crack of a neck.

One down.

 

[Luther Lewis]

He stumbled back into the group, breathing hard. He'd barely missed three more Trandoshan patrols on his way back. He'd also (quite literally) stumbled across some steel wires as he was fleeing and pocketed some for later use. "We should probably move as soon as I have everyone's cuffs off. The slavers are packing up their gear, and only the important stuff. Looks like they are leaving soon."

He dropped the DL-12 blaster pistol amidst the group but kept the combat knife. He approached [member="Darth Erebos"]. "You're lucky contestant number one! Because your restraints are the trickiest. Now, I need you to grip this, like so." he motioned to a powered-down section of the pens, guiding him to grip the bars. "I need your hands steady or we risk damaging the system which makes in even harder to get off."

Once the taller man was in position, Zai began working at the right cuff. They were unique to other cuffs, it used a ultra-hard composite plastic instead of metal, so the container couldn't warp and damage the vials. It's one weakness was that the drug inside was finite and would eventually have to be replaced. Thus the cuffs were capable of opening to access the liquid inside.

It didn't take Zai long to find the tiny seam that was the opening. He used his combat knife to hack away at it until he could fit the slimmer blade of the multi-tool underneath. He used that the lever the casing up until he could slide the the thicker blade of the combat knife back in. He twisted, hard, until the lid broke and snapped back.

He was thankful that the multi-tool had split, essentially giving him two tools to work with. He dropped the combat knife, readying a small screwdriver and thin blade in each hand. He used the thin knife to hold up a locking mechanism while he placed the screwdriver next to a cog. He turned it and it acted as a pseudo-cog, allowing him to retract the needles out of the skin. He then popped each of the three drug vials out, for good measure.

He repeated the technique on the left-hand cuff. The entire process took about twenty minutes, but left the bulk of the cuffs on the man's wrist. "Removing the rest from here takes longer, but I understand it shouldn't be a problem for you. I'll work on our friend's restraints while you recover."

The standard durasteel cuffs on [member="Lady Kay"] 's hands were much easier to deal with. They were difficult to break but they only had so much room for a lock, which didn't allow for very sophisticated tumblers.

It was even easier to lock-pick than he had thought. Two minutes at the cuff with the steel wires and they slipped of Lady Kay's wrists. "Good to see those days in the camp weren't for nothing." He muttered, his face darkening. He paused and looked up at Kay, who had presumably overheard him. "Ummm, I mean to say, better to not ask me were I learned these tricks." He smiled wide, trying not to make it look forced. He didn't want the others thinking he was a flight risk.

In a short amount of time he had the others out of their cuffs as well. Once everyone had gathered around he spoke. "Someone else better take point, I'm exhausted." He collapsed on the ground to listen while the others planned.

[member="Nicair Claden"] - [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Shaddi]

He had thought of asking [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] for help in getting the cuffs of with telekinesis but her reply told him such finite manipulations were a little beyond her still, though she was getting there to be sure with how she was able to use force lightning. Another smile and chuckle went [member="Lady Kay"]'s way when she replied and he decided to simply be silent and observe when [member="Nicair Claden"] arrived to throw in his bit to the conversation. It seemed they would be quite formidable in their attempt to get out of this one.

When [member="Zai Avery"] arrived, Erebos was at his limit to keeping up Curato salva to keep the drug from overwhelming him and he quickly did as he was asked by the boy. When the vials were out of the cuffs it seemed he had finished four of the six vials already but it also didn't fill T'zanith with confidence on how well his abilities would come out in his state. Placing his hand on Zai's shoulder in reasuring and thanking gesture he moved to sit down in a meditative stance he was quite surprised that it took such a short time to remove Kay's cuffs but then again they were much easier and simpler.

"So what is the plan?" He finally asked when he saw the last of the cuffs were off them. Slowly standing up he had realized he was spending too much energy being able to see that could quicken his recovery time, but it would mean to recover faster he'd have to be completely blind for a time.


(OOC: Nicair, it was ancient sith for "This is a strange day." )

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow as [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] was so bold in showing off her Force abilities, not to mention talking about it and being attracted to Sith sabers. Their paths in life were similar, yet so very different. Kay was very used to being around those that hated and distrusted Force users of any kind, that she had to keep her own abilities a secret.

Her attention turned to [member="Zai Avery"] as he removed her cuffs. The collar around her neck would have to be dealt with later. She heard his words as they touched upon a bit of hus history. Kay just gave him a small smile. "It's okay, I won't ask. But those skills have sure come in handy. So thank you...I owe you."

She looked to [member="Darth Erebos"] . She knew him to be blind and was pleased to see the shackles removed from him. He still needed to recover. Kay took hold of his arm, linking it with her own, while her other held onto the blaster. "We're going to get off this planet, my friend. Just stay with me and you'll be fine." She looked to [member="Nicair Claden"] whom looked more than capable of handling any brutes that tried to jump them. "Your help would be most appreciated. We'll take one of the ships, hopefully one that has your equipment. Would you mind covering us while we push through?"