Misinterpreting the Situation [Spencer Jacobs]

[Sayal Duulheim]

Oh, oh dear. How'd she get around to such a hassling situation? Well, it's not like it started out all to peachy keen, so in hindsight it should've been expected. Impersonating a Sith? The audacity of such a person. Or, in Sayal's case, the naivety and ignorance to the consequences. At first, the Alunrovaan royal got some information passed on to her of a One Sith shipment travelling towards the Inner Rim, the transport first passing by from the Outer Rim and into the Hutt Cartel territory. The specific path wasn't much of her concern, and simply speaking Huttese and possessing some minor level of connections with the underground wasn't enough to get her much more than their destination.

So? The Inner Rim was a location of personal interest for Sayal. For the most part, this trip would bring her one step closer to the Republic, where according to her research, held a higher percentage of fellow Alua'an than any other territory. Things seem to be falling into place, and theory they would so long as the going was smooth. Of course, dealing with an antagonistic force heavily associated with the Dark Side wasn't all too smooth of a plan of action for a neutral. But, then again, this was an incredibly quick route to the Inner Rim. Besides, cancer was going to get her eventually, right? Might as well take a few bumpy roads here and there--close to a roller coaster, but not too close.

This train of thought is a bit petty, though....

In the end, Sayal went through with seeking out the One Sith transport. And, as expected--rather, as anyone but Sayal would've expected--there was a bit of trouble going through with that. Naturally there were guards there to prevent anyone like the Alua'an from doing anything suspicious. Oh! But, what a great idea! The guards wouldn't do much to prevent her from joining their voyage if they thought she was a Sith, right?! Hohoho, genius.

"Wha-? D-do you know who I am?!"

Her voice was incredibly shaky, but Sayal's empathic sense let her know that the guard mistook it as anger. And, building upon that, the girl built the courage to reach out and take hold of the guard's blaster. Of course, he attempted to back away and raise the weapon, ready to fire. As it so happened, Sayal's jumpy nervousness and initiative gave a speedy advantage, her hand gripping the barrel before he could act. The Force was stereotypically identified with telekinesis anyways, so relying on her sheer strength to crush the barrel forcibly sounded viable. And so it was.

With a face of astonishment, Sayal could feel the guard's fear beginning to seep out and grow, his eyes widening and pupils sharpening as his head rose to face her own. That sense of fear made him reluctant to conduct eye contact, however. That sense of realisation in the validity of the girl's prior statement loosened his grip on the weapon, and with the opportunity Sayal pulled the blaster away and threw it off into the distance with all her might. The distance it flew and speed also served to simulate the Force.

I-it... it worked... It worked! Hahaha, it worked, it worked! Holy crap, I can't believe it worked!!

Sayal's sense of accomplishment painted her face in a wide smile as her excitement grew; to the guard, all it looked like was the sign of a sadist, revelling in his mental distraught. The excitement only served to make Sayal all the more daring, as she walked forward and shoved the guard away with her shoulder, which to him felt like a borderline tackle. Fortunately, his large frame, much larger than hers, allowed him to stay upright and standing, albeit sliding back a few metres. With a very apparent forced look of disgust and dissatisfaction, Sayal's bright magenta eyes were drawn to the guards.

"Still want me to tell you who I am?"

The guard straightened his posture and with a strained voice, spoke into his intercomm, telling his crew-mates of the arrival of a Sith Lord and their accompaniment on this mission. In the meantime, Sayal walked forward into the hanger housing the transport and goods. Her gait was all the more shaky than before, and this time not from anxiety but excitement at her previous feat. Of course, to the guard it simply looked like fury. After losing sight of Sayal, he spoke into the intercomm once more.

"Man, what's with the Sith and their mysterious-hooded-cloak fetish?"

In reality, the hooded cloak was for protection against the sun, considering the Alunrovaan's disposition towards the sun and their epidermal sensitivity, but the guards' mistakes were her boons.

Being greeted by the rest of the crew with all out attempts to meet her accommodations only served to make Sayal all the more excited, and by extension all the more shaky. Of course, for the most part she declined most attempts to appease her, but the shaking and denial made the crew assume her to be annoyed with their pestering, so they bothered her no more and got back to work, at as fast as a pace as possible. That is, until she asked a question of her own.

"Hey... What're you guys shipping anyways? Uh--I mean, I already know, of course, but... I just want to make sure the goods are, intact and stuff, you know..."

Their whispered comments of the ruthlessness of this particular Sith and how she referred to people as "goods" didn't reach Sayal's ears, but she learned, visually as well, exactly what they were shipping. Opening one of the capsules, the girl looked inside only to see the icy figure of a humanoid person. Being born into a warrior race, having her own share of conflict and even being present during a planet-wide war, she didn't shy away from the rather unsettling sight, but the odd taste in her mouth the view provided still didn't subside. But, what interested her more was the strange feelings professed from this humanoid being, as well as all the other similar-looking capsules being boarded onto the ship.

"They're... all force-sensitive?"

The situation seemed all too queer. A variety of force-sensitives in cryostasis being transported like cargo into One Sith territory? Sounded like some sort of kidnapping to create or recruit soldiers of high-potential, if one went by the books. But with that in mind, the question of why there were no higher-level personnel working on board supervising such an important shipment arose within her mind. After all, the guards and crew present didn't seem like experts, given how easily Sayal intruded, and even moreso how slow the guard from prior was to react to her approach, even to the point of being able to take hold of his gun.

For a moment Sayal underwent a bit of a trance in thought, something she frequented when engrossed in thought. The trance faded, or rather, abruptly shattered with the tingling of her spidey senses. A powerful presence seemed to be approaching--a presence large and frightening, moreso than even a wide majority of the experts Sayal knew back on Negosvern--the royal and imperial families included.

"I've got a bad feeling about this...."

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

The shipment shouldn’t be too far. They’re people Spencer - you need to get them out of there. The small holo comm rested in Spencer’s hand as she listened to a cloaked figure. The woman in the hologram was the individual who had hired the former First Apprentice. Having those former ties with the old Sith regime bothered Spencer slightly, but at least when Ashin controlled the Sith they treated people like people and not beasts. Giving a nod to the hologram, Spencer pushed a small button and tucked it away in her cloak. The ultrachrome armor made her overly obvious, but with blasters and the like being around - it was too tempting. Spencer was never the type to hide her force signature, she allowed her presence to flow freely as she drew closer. She didn’t sense anything too powerful that she couldn’t handle it, so there was no fear or attempt to being sneaky.

Looking around the corner, she was able to spot the assumed Sith and the guards examining the shipment. Guards like this were always weak minded, they were susceptible to the Force mind manipulations. Focusing on one of them that was facing towards her direction she burrowed her influence into the back of his mind. Slowly she worked her way in and took full control of his mental state. The Guard attempted to fight back, but the experienced mentalist overpowered him easily. With one down, Spencer continued to focus on the rest of them, she needed to have the Sith Lord alone when she had troops it meant that there was just more to deal with. Easily worming her way into two more guards, she moved them to the same side, shoulder to shoulder of each other.

Without warning, blasters were raised and the other guards were fired upon. Then when she was finished with them, they turned on each other and the guards were finished, leaving the Sith alone. Revealing herself from the shadows, the cloak was removed and the blonde woman in the ultra chrome armor made her way towards the shipment and the Sith. Expecting a fight, Spencer drew the lightsaber from her side and ignited the blade quickly. She stood a few feet away allowing the Sith to react to her actions and her challenge.

“Let them go, but I can’t promise that you’ll leave here alive.”

[member="Sayal Duulheim"]

 

[Sayal Duulheim]

The overwhelming presence naturally put her Sayal on guard. Her connection to the Force was astounding, but not quite developed; thus, despite feeling the presence, the Alua'an was unable to discern their general direction, let alone their exact location. Drawing her eyes away from the cryostatic beings, the girl scanned the room about. Two nearby guards shifted their positions to stand shoulder to shoulder, but Sayal was preoccupied attempting to establish a visual on the presence. As she looked onward, the thoughts that came to mind had the girl decided on the fact that this oncoming presence was precisely what she dreaded most: an actual Sith. After all, such an important shipment should be safely escorted, and who better to do so than the infamous dark lords themselves? The only other practice Force-Sensitive in the compound would generally be a Sith, anyways; the only way Sayal got in was to feign as one, after all.

PEW PEW PEW​

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Without warning, the crew's blasters set off at one another. As any average [loosely speaking] civilian, Sayal reacted in a panic. With her cloak still worn, hooded over her head only to reveal a shadow on her face, the girl spun around assessing the situation. Her silence and the darkness that veiled her expressions could be assumed calm. Naturally, anxiety reached its peak as a suffocating feeling spread through her chest and throat. As the Alunrovaan expression said, Sayal practically swallowed her uzuur. Even more daunting was that dreaded presence revealing itself. With a step forward from the shadows that--to Sayal--felt like an earthquake running through the ground, a blonde female adorned in chrome withdrew her cloak. If the guards were still alive, one might've commented something about those cloaks and the Sith. As soon as she activated her lightsaber and issued and ultimatum, Sayal made the most reasonable response she could conjure. Of course it had to be stressed, this was the most reasonable response for Sayal.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH--!!!"

The girl jumped backwards with all her strength, oblivious to the blaster dropped right behind her foot. Taking a footstep backwards before initiating the leap, her foot lied on the blaster causing a loss in balance. Combined with her full-strength attempt to jump backwards and her body's instinctive attempt to regain balance beforehand, like an organic projectile Sayal launched into the nearby wall, abruptly cutting off her screams. Of course, no presence of Force was used, not that it was necessary. The result? An unconscious Sayal, dropped to the floor with a thud as an elliptic crack was left behind on the wall. Her lifeless drop made a heavy sound, resounding throughout the otherwise silent compound, the humming of a lightsaber excluded.