Seto rubbed his neck, giving some thought as he gestured to Lilla to quickly follow him, "In which case we cannot allow these two groups see each other, let alone meet on the battlefield," Seto urged as he sped up his pace to getting closer to a run. "I-may. . . have. . .built up some connections here," He admitted a tad sheepishly.
I had hoped I wouldn't need to draw on those for situations like this, Seto inwardly sighed as he realized that this probably would set back his work on this planet back a few steps. He could only but imagine the ramifications that his private dealings would suffer through if particular word would get to a certain Hutt Lord. If he had stake in this game, if he does, Seto shook his head to clear away his darker thoughts and focused on his task at hand. His feet continued to carry him quickly towards one of the hallways to their left, easier access and larger lifts to carry a lot of people at once.
"There's some quite murderous intent coming from this direction," Seto commentated as he gracefully maneuvered though the hallway and into one of the lifts. "-Tremendous display of Force will bring us their attention, I can accomplish that easily enough, but when I usually deal with these kinds of situations I'm usually no where near this involved," Seto explained, slightly fudging some facts. More so, I helped arrange some of these gang fights when I needed distractions and such really. Not exactly something he intended to admit openly at such time to Lilla.
Their spacious lift descended quickly, all the while the murderous intent turned more into an aura that Seto knew perfectly well, Anger such as this, quite easily manipulable. Seto closed his eyes and slowly, with purpose, he grasped at the Force and with concentrated focus he found several individuals. All their minds hyper focused towards the lift and he could feel their killing intent but also uncertainty as some confusion as to why the lift was coming down.
Seto moved hid mind and slowly focused solely on the fingers holding the blaster, two hundred forty fingers exactly but Seto than narrowed his focus on the thumbs. Forty eight now, and with twenty three blasters to grasp before they fall and accidentally misfire. He couldn't freeze all of their bodies, nor could he do so as he disarmed them. Instead with simply pushing the thumbs back nobody would be able to grip their weapons, freeing up a lot of his concentration to focus their blaster weapons and yank them freely off of of their person.
"Master, once those doors open, I'll be able to grab their attention and then some," Seto explained, "-Once I disarm all of them, it won't take long before many of them will resort to more basic violent inclinations unless their Leader commands differently, bearing lightsabers will only exasperate the issue but we'll be under a tight timeline to get them to see reason." Seto added, his eyes still closed as he refocused his efforts on the Force aspect of his plan.
"I'm not a religious man, but I pray they see reason today, and if not, well maybe credits can blind their rage instead," Unfortunate Seto wasn't exactly sure if he had enough credits, or enough prayer.
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