Tilon Quill
Intergalactic
Breathing hard, Tilon nodded and looked back. A good chunk of pirates had chased him halfway here and were scattered aimlessly, harmlessly, vulnerably along the beach and through the forest. He'd called on the Force to run faster than he'd ever managed. "I'd like to...help them lock down...a perimeter," he said, watching
Casaana
's air cover get results. "Not going...so bad now." He took a minute to catch his breath.
"Know what we could use right now is a big wave. Soak their electronics, pull them to flounder in the shallows, dampen their enthusiasm. Enough of that and maybe they go home. Know anyone who can make a big wave, ma'am?"