Ana Rix
Mistral was listening to the plans and he nodded with Ana and Aya as mentally he was thinking he might have made a mistake saying Seastone could do this. The twi'lek might think outside the box for solutions and they could come in handy sure but her out of the box might be a little to out of the box if they were not careful. "SHe is right Seastone we need to be able to move fast and make a lot of noise for distraction." He said it and the twi'lek looked at them. "Noise... why didn't you say so... we can totally make noise just give me a moment and I'll distract them for you." She said it as she held a hand up. "I got this dude." SHe said it and waited a moment as she looked at the large shark woman there.
"I've always loved your harem. Remember me." She said it and ran off to distract the guards outside. The storm lashed against the walls as the wind was screaming through the with the rain falling. Seastone moved quickly as Mistral was watching her go and was about to say something as she crested the parapet with a fluid grace that belied the treacherous footing, her bare feet finding purchase on the slick stone as if she had been born to such places. The wind caught her immediately, whipping the azure skirts of her dancer's wraps against her legs and tearing at the four lekku that trailed behind her like the tails of a comet given flesh.
She laughed a bright, defiant sound swallowed almost instantly by the gale and spread her arms wide as if to embrace the storm itself. With a flick of her shoulders, she sent her left lekku curling forward across her collarbone while the right pair swept backward, streaming horizontally in the wind like banners unfurled for battle. She began to move, not with the frantic energy of someone fleeing, but with the deliberate, hypnotic rhythm of a performer who knew exactly when to command a stage. Her hips rolled in a slow, sinuous figure eight as she advanced along the wall, her lekku counterpointing the motion one coiling tight against her spine, another lifting to brush against her cheek before snapping outward with sudden, theatrical force as lightning split the sky behind her.
The thunder that followed was her cue. "Hello!" she sang into the teeth of the storm, her voice pitched to carry, rich and warm and utterly incongruous against the howling wind. "Hello, hello, hello!" She spun, her wraps flaring, and both sets of lekku followed in a helix pattern, twisting around each other before snapping apart like released springs. A guard on the battlement below looked up, his blaster lowering a fraction. Seastone saw him, grinned, and doubled down. She planted one hand on a crenellation, vaulted onto the raised edge of the wall itself, and began to walk it like a tightrope, arms extended for balance.
Her left lekku wrapped loosely around her forearm while the rightmost twined around her waist, the tips curling inward like curious serpents. Rain streamed down their length, making them gleam like polished gemstones in the intermittent flashes of lightning. "I've got a little baby, but she's out of sight," she belted, pitching her voice against the wind with the instinct of someone who had sung in cantinas where the crowd was louder than any storm. She hopped down from the wall, landing in a crouch that sent her lekku sweeping across the stone in a wet fan behind her. "I talk to her across the telephone!"
She rose slowly, letting each vertebra articulate as she came up, her lekku rising with her like a reverse cascade. Now there were three guards watching, their confusion palpable even from a distance. Seastone winked at them actually winked and began to move faster, her feet finding a rhythm that the thunder seemed to echo. She twirled, and her lekku became a blur of motion, centrifugal force sending them spiraling outward in a perfect circle before she stopped dead, planting her feet, letting them all slap wetly against her back and shoulders in a controlled collapse that framed her face like a living headdress.
"Every single morning you will hear me yell," she sang, cupping her hands around her mouth and tilting her face skyward, letting the rain run down her cheeks. Her lekku slithered forward, two draping over her shoulders to hang against her chest while the other two rose behind her, swaying like cobras hypnotized by her own melody. "Hey Central! Fix me up along the line!" She dropped her hands, spun on her heel, and began to kick through puddles with the exuberance of a child, sending arcs of water spraying toward the fortress walls. Her lekku followed each kick's trajectory, snapping outward with her leg, then coiling back as she recovered. The chorus was coming, and she could feel it building in her chest like the storm itself.
When it hit, she threw everything she had at it. "Hello! Ma baby!" She leaped onto a low parapet, balancing on the balls of her feet, her arms thrown wide. Her lekku shot outward in four different directions, straining against the wind like tethers anchoring her to the world. "Hello! Ma honey!" She dropped into a deep lunge, one hand splayed against the stone, the other pressed to her heart as all four lekku swept forward to curl around her extended arm, clinging to it like vines. "Hello! Ma ragtime gal!"
She was moving again, faster now, her feet slapping against the wet stone in a rhythm that seemed to make the lightning pause to listen. Her lekku never stopped twining, parting, curling, snapping, coiling, uncoiling each motion a deliberate punctuation to the nonsense lyrics she poured into the storm. She grabbed a rain gutter, swung herself around it, and let her lekku wrap the pipe as she spun, using the momentum to launch herself into a sliding kneel that brought her to a halt directly above the growing cluster of guards. "Send me a kiss by wire," she crooned, pressing her fingers to her lips and blowing, her lekku rising behind her like a peacock's fan, the rain making them shimmer. "Baby my heart's on fire!"
She lay back against the stone, her lekku spreading beneath her in a wet, tangled halo, and laughed as a gust of wind sent her wraps fluttering up around her thighs. Far below, hidden in the shadows, she knew Mistral and the others were moving. She just had to keep the eyes up here. "Oh baby," she sang to the lightning, to the thunder, to the baffled guards who had never seen anything like her in all their years of watching this miserable wall, "telephone and tell me I'm your own!" She rolled to her feet in one fluid motion, her lekku coiling behind her like springs releasing, and began the whole ridiculous performance again from the top, her voice cutting through the storm like a beacon.
"Hello, hello, hello."
Mistral continued to stand there as Aya looked on and she motioned with a hand. "Go go go now." She said it and started running ad Mistral shook his head but he was moving wioth a blade out as he held it but wasn't throwing or slashing just yet. They were distrracted and trying to catch the twi'lek as he was moving and Aya spoke. "Well that was certainly something distracting."
