http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VVGVx2gTJ0
__Ah, the Mnenchei relieved, after the rum washed down the back of her throat. She was alone at the bar on the adjacent wall and otherwise not much was happening worthy of note. More often than not, Alachei was too busy to enjoy herself fully. Now'a'days, she didn't get out nearly as often; being in a cantina just wasn't fitting of a High Queen of several systems. Just like her unorthodox and rebellious nature granted however, she would do it anyways.
Damn, it just isn't the same, she thought to herself. No guards accompanied her; even though it drove the corps insane, she didn't want a repeat of last time. Truthfully, it wasn't the first time she was wrong....
__While dazing out to her own mind, letting her thoughts roam free, she could feel it. The cantina was becoming a cesspool of mixed feelings and Force bearers. She shrugged it off, dismissing the concerns of her sensory to the back of her subconscious mind, taking another shot from the glass on the counter. She didn't bother to use a straw this time, feeling it made her look... "wussy" and lent to the events that transpired in the last cantina she went to, back on Naboo. Instead, she just tossed the fluid straight in, mouth wide open, and wiped any excess fluid from her saber-toothed fangs. Before she could even go for a third, that's when she heard an all too familiar sound. She sighed, mumbling something to herself.
"Who am I kidding, it's always the same...." Alachei paused to take one last shot from the ragged old glass.
"Showtime."
__The High-Queen-in-secret placed the shot glass firmly down on the bar, hard enough that it would made a small thud. She slowly rose from the stool and turned around, pushing the sides of her heavy black robe back to reveal her sorceress-like garb underneath and grant access to one of the several fine sabers at her waist. Throughout ten quick, casual strides towards the saber bearer, the girl and the slaver, she grabbed one of the enormous twin saberstaves from her waist and lit both ends, in one hand creating a twirling colorwheel of washed-out iridescent hues with a glistening salmon pink aura around it. Each revolution made a soft, almost divine hum. As she drew close to the scene that was inevitably forming, the Mnenchei firmly let the end of the long, long hilt catch under the pit of her arm. Carefully, she pinched the lower setting pad to completely disengage the bottom blade and flicked the hilt around so that it was firmly back in her hand, blade leading under rather than over. Her other arm rested to her hip, now cocked out to the side. Finally, she sighed standing within arms reach of the armored figure; partly she was grateful that her new
plaything didn't just cleave her arm off at the shoulder.
"
Wow, that's an electrum saber. I heard only truly renowned Jedi or something can get one," one man uttered to another in the background.
"God damn, two saber-totin' Forcers. That's never a good sign, I think we au'tta go before somethin' gets broke." said another.
"You should really put that thing away before someone gets hurt. You'll poke an eye out." said Alachei all coy.
She completely cut inbetween him and the slaver, dipping smoothly and casually underneath the lit saber as she proceeded. While she passed, her eyes, bioluminescently glowing bright lavender from the irises, jutted to the sides and locked with his as she passed. She didn't need to find his, for it wasn't
his soul in need of reading. Alachei grabbed the slave girl by the arm, but made sure not to press too hard lest her razor sharp talons dig in to the poor thing's already berated flesh.
"Uhph, and where do you think you're going?"
Before she could even begin to finish lifting her finger off the hilt and to her ear to turn on a comm, the idiot of slave driver took a shot at the girl.... Well, it didn't exactly find the right target. A small bolt went straight through Alachei's robe and cut into her right upper arm. She let out a light, airy grunt as her body slightly jerked forward a bit. For a second or two, she just stood there digging into the slave's arms inadvertently as her body froze and her eyes jettisoned to the sides of their sockets to look. An ashen smoke slowly rose from the impact area. The Mnenchei could feel the heat dissipating through the thin and nearly interwoven plates of metal on her arm. A significant portion was literally struck out, but otherwise there was only a scathe of a flesh wound.
__In a moment of dazed fury, the queen gave a bellowing shout with the Force.
"ENOUGH!" It sounded like a piercing banshee locked within a cage, like a hundred different tones of her voice resounded.
"Admiral, bring the capital cruiser around. And I want my personal fighter ready to take off from the planet's surface Immediately!" She said seemingly to herself aloud.
Letting the words set in for a moment, she took the ideal time of presumable shock and awe to slip her left hand into the slave's own and dart off for the door, forgetting she was faster than 'human' and lightly towed the girl around jerkishly as she proceeded.
"Who in Masana is this fool of yours?" She tried to say telepathically with every bit of focus she could muster, empathizing for the girl since
Deiramasana Aloku helped feel out the girl's innocent nature through the Force.
ETA, eighteen minutes ma'am.
"Damnit, that's not good enough! You've got five!"
(STOP SNIPING ME GUYS ;n; I started four posts ago and now here I am. Lemme finish writing my post! lol)
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