Private Crystal Clear

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Denon | OBJECTIVE : Crystal Retrieval | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Ran Serys

“I need backup here!”

No response.

“Quellin! Baryn! Where are you Nerf-herders?!”

They’re not coming.

Around the corner walked Connel, he was dragging an unconscious, probably “Quellin” by the foot, and the one who yelled out for “backup” knew that he was even deeper over his head than he was a moment ago. Dropping his “baggage”, Connel took out the “friend” who was coming around after being knocked out by Ran. He was thrown into a dumpster.

Looking up at Graclin, he pointed and simply said…

”Little Jedi”... look away… now…

Graclin didn’t argue this time. It was serious and he needed to listen. However when he did, he saw someone else coming down the escape. So did Connel. It was the final mercenary, and he moved, knowing Ran could easily handle these two, Graclin, shield and stun baton or not, was in trouble.

Sprinting at the ladder and shimmying up, the Shadow beat the mercenary to the kid and shot the criminal’s rifle with his lightblaster before the Weequay could get a shot off. Reaching out through the Force, “grabbing” the mercenary and throwing him up to the roof, Vanagor met him there, not before pointing at Graclin in the same manner as before.

The boy “got it”, he would not look at what was about to happen.

~Trust me.~

Speaking to Ran through the Force, he was about to do something that was not fun, but absolutely necessary here.

“Listen, let me go and I… I won’t say anything… I promise…”

You kill innocents, you threaten children and you want mercy from me? Connel stalked his prey like an animal, the merc was slowly sliding backwards, trying to keep as much distance as he could, not aware of his surroundings.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do? “Arrest” me?”

I’m going to get information out of you.

Still backing away, he was getting desperate but trying to stay bold. “I ain’t sayin’ nothin! I’m no snitch!”

Fine.

In a blur, Connel grabbed the merc, picked him up by the lapels, dragged and draped him over the side of the building. Now the Weequay, we’ll call him “Pocs” , was reliant on the “shaky hand” of this assailant to keep him from falling a couple of stories to the ground.

“Www What are you doing? You can’t do this you idiot! You’re a weak-azz Jedi!”

Name calling? Connel indeed let him go, but reached and grabbed him fast enough so that gravity only took over for about a second and a half and he only fell backward a couple of inches.

“You… you can’t do this! You’re a Jedi! Don’t!!” He wouldn’t do it, but this guy didn’t need to know that.

You are assuming an awful lot. Let’s just say that I am a “Jedi”... Which he is. ... and I am doing this to you. Do you think that you might want to tell me what I want to know? I’m going to get it out of you one way or the other.

“If I talk, they’ll kill me!”

WHO HAS THEIR HANDS ON YOU NOW?! Now, Connel was completely holding the merc out over the side, he didn’t even have footing. He was hanging in the air.

“TELKIM! Telkim hired us!”

He is?

“Get me back on the roof and I’ll talk.”

No.

“Aw, c’mon man! I’m helping you. You have to give me SOMETHING…”

You keep asking for mercy you haven’t earned…

“Telkim’s this fishead(Mon Calamari), he’s got a vault on Nar Shaddaa… he hired us to move the crystals…”

But…

“We… we figured we could make a little side money…”

I’ll be sure and tell him when I find him.

Just as the roof access door opened and authorities were coming out, Connel threw “Pocs” back onto the roof. The Weequay merc was never so happy to be arrested. He was ready to tell the cops whatever they needed to know.

 

[Ran Serys]

As Connel made his way up the fire escape and to the roof, Ran remained on the ground dodging stun batons and blaster bolts. Twirling her lightsaber made the crystal thieves jump back and out of the way. Nobody wanted to lose a limb or, worse, their life.

"I'm done, this ain't worth it!" One of the thugs shouted to the other as he realized they were the last two left standing. "You're right, let's get the kriff outta' here." The other agreed and the pair jumped onto a speeder bike. They turned the power on and hammered the acceleration but went nowhere. The engine roared but they hadn't moved a single inch. Through the force Ran had managed to keep the bike in place, and again, with the force, she yanked the thugs from the back of the bike and dragged them across the floor.

She hovered over them. They whimpered as her yellow eyes cast on them glowed with the permanent influence of the darkside, a parting gift from Ran's previous life under the thumb of Sith sorcerers, scientists, and her dominators. "Sleep." Ran whispered as the force touched the thugs' minds. "This was all a nightmare. Sleep." One closed his eyes and began to snore at the force enhanced suggestion. The other fought lowering lids and did all he could to keep his eye on Ran. She picked up a stray blaster and set it to stun. The final thug was out soon after.

It was all over and Denon's authorities were finally on the scene. They looked at Ran's lightsaber shining Royal Blue in the neon-soaked Denon night and decided not to hassle her. "There is one more on the roof. A fellow Jedi protecting a young boy as well." Ran told them and followed.

The final person through the rooftop entrance was Ran. She headed straight for her fellow Knight. "What now, Connel? The authorities are here. They'll want to admit the crystals as evidence." She sighed. "I don't trust the local authorities with them. Denon is changing but corruption is still rampant." Ran pulled the man aside to speak unheard. "Some of them have to be on the take, and others will turn a blind eye to their brethren's actions. We need to get the crystals out of here before any of that is a factor." Ran looked up at the man expectantly as Graclin stood by their side doing much the same.

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[Connel Vanagor]

Clear as Crystal
DENON
ROOFTOP

Connel was busy with a datapad as Ran was talking to him. He was listening, but hooked up the device to his googles. Well, I'm downloading this fool's confession, as well as everything my goggles had recorded, and am prepared to turn it all over, as well as Master Farr's assignment orders showing why we are here.

With his free hand, he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a handful of credit chits.

If that doesn't work, I don't want to, but... well... last resort.... Putting them away, he kept two of them, and tossed them to Graclin. You earned them. Don't blow them. He shrugged.

If none of that works, I'll cross the bridge when we get to it so you don't have to. He was vague about what he meant, but no doubt she probably would understand.

Ran Serys • Efret Farr​