Jorus Merrill
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[member="Anaya Fen"]
After the initial terror, shame ripped through him, and pride, and more shame. Somewhere in between, he found his balance. Mara was alive and conscious, even if she'd taken serious injuries and was lying on the floor.
"Take the arm," he said, "or are you asking me if I'll still steal the trihexalon for you?"
He said it very slowly, both because his voice shook from adrenaline, and because, down by Anaya's foot, the bolter was stirring. It slid into Mara's hand, aimed up at Anaya, and the hammer clicked. That sound, that click, might just split Anaya's attention, even if Mara was likely to miss.
Works for me.
The Force swelled in him, and he poured everything he had into a single effort: attempting to throw Anaya Fen into hyperspace, bound somewhere, anywhere else. He didn't care how far she went, or whether she ran into anything on the way, or whether she had air or would freeze to death or whatever. Even for him, hyperspace was fickle, lethal, and almost totally unpredictable.
After the initial terror, shame ripped through him, and pride, and more shame. Somewhere in between, he found his balance. Mara was alive and conscious, even if she'd taken serious injuries and was lying on the floor.
"Take the arm," he said, "or are you asking me if I'll still steal the trihexalon for you?"
He said it very slowly, both because his voice shook from adrenaline, and because, down by Anaya's foot, the bolter was stirring. It slid into Mara's hand, aimed up at Anaya, and the hammer clicked. That sound, that click, might just split Anaya's attention, even if Mara was likely to miss.
Works for me.
The Force swelled in him, and he poured everything he had into a single effort: attempting to throw Anaya Fen into hyperspace, bound somewhere, anywhere else. He didn't care how far she went, or whether she ran into anything on the way, or whether she had air or would freeze to death or whatever. Even for him, hyperspace was fickle, lethal, and almost totally unpredictable.
