Vexen
Wraith
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
Vexen stretched out with her senses once more. Her eye sight still wasn't perfect, but trying to map out bland physical things like walls and floors with the Force was quite difficult. What she needed was a better vantage point to see what was going on. The entire reason for her being here was to observe safely and watch Jamie's back. The Alliance had a recon ship moving into high orbit to observe the situation, but that wouldn't do much more than get an idea of where the large scale troop movements were.
The soldiers backed off, leaving her hands bound. They gave her a good few metres of space. The one who seemed most capable of reasoned logic strode past them and passed the lightsaber in the hands of a duros. Chetro turned away from a table covered in flimiplast plans to face Jamie. He wore no insignia, but his black jacket seemed less worn than the clothes of the rebels around her.
He held the saber for a moment before placing it on the table behind him. He gave a slow nod before he opened his mouth to speak.
"If you can use that, then I imagine you allowed yourself to be brought here?" she might notice how close his right hand stayed to the blaster on his hip. Was this an ally or an assassin? he silently mused.
Vexen stretched out with her senses once more. Her eye sight still wasn't perfect, but trying to map out bland physical things like walls and floors with the Force was quite difficult. What she needed was a better vantage point to see what was going on. The entire reason for her being here was to observe safely and watch Jamie's back. The Alliance had a recon ship moving into high orbit to observe the situation, but that wouldn't do much more than get an idea of where the large scale troop movements were.
The soldiers backed off, leaving her hands bound. They gave her a good few metres of space. The one who seemed most capable of reasoned logic strode past them and passed the lightsaber in the hands of a duros. Chetro turned away from a table covered in flimiplast plans to face Jamie. He wore no insignia, but his black jacket seemed less worn than the clothes of the rebels around her.
He held the saber for a moment before placing it on the table behind him. He gave a slow nod before he opened his mouth to speak.
"If you can use that, then I imagine you allowed yourself to be brought here?" she might notice how close his right hand stayed to the blaster on his hip. Was this an ally or an assassin? he silently mused.