Jorus Merrill
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"Ungh."
Maybe he'd said it himself; maybe that was Shenna'vala or Dingo Darr, who he could see out of the corners of his blurry eyes. Waking up from getting hit with a null-burst projector was no joke. By instinct, he stretched out to the Force and felt exactly nothing: no sense of direction, no feel for movement, if any. They were clearly in the cargo hold of a ship or space station. Just as clearly, some clever fethwit had stuck some ysalamiri behind the walls. A lot of them.
"Shenna, Darr. You good?"
Darr pulled himself to his feet, scarred old carapace rasping. "Functional. The feth is this place?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." Shenna rubbed at her eyes and scooted over to sit against the wall. "But judging from the holocams in the top corners, I'm betting someone's gonna come tell us pretty quick now they know we're up."
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
Maybe he'd said it himself; maybe that was Shenna'vala or Dingo Darr, who he could see out of the corners of his blurry eyes. Waking up from getting hit with a null-burst projector was no joke. By instinct, he stretched out to the Force and felt exactly nothing: no sense of direction, no feel for movement, if any. They were clearly in the cargo hold of a ship or space station. Just as clearly, some clever fethwit had stuck some ysalamiri behind the walls. A lot of them.
"Shenna, Darr. You good?"
Darr pulled himself to his feet, scarred old carapace rasping. "Functional. The feth is this place?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." Shenna rubbed at her eyes and scooted over to sit against the wall. "But judging from the holocams in the top corners, I'm betting someone's gonna come tell us pretty quick now they know we're up."
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]