Red Right Hand

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

If there was ever an understatement it would have been that one.

"Friends get you killed." His attention stuck to her for a moment, until their eyes met. He could see her indignation there, her anger, her rage, she wanted to lash out and it was all that Irella had not to let her ire get out. It was fear that drove her there. Fear of dying, of fighting him and being left bleeding amidst the monsters. "Better left without 'em." Ronan Vizsla didn't have any friends. In truth a man like him couldn't. Not when every life was expendable, every life just meat.

He had ordered the death of his own daughter after she fled him and his rules.

But once [member="Tamara Wren"] had actually died (after he rescinded that order) things had shifted, no? Seemed that there was at least one life that he cared about. Then there was [member="Koda Fett"], one of the few people that Ronan deemed worthy of some respect.

The former was his child and the latter was an ally. No friends, none.

"Don't get in my way." It wasn't a no to her proposal, but it wasn't exactly cheerleading either. The shiv was lowered as he started studying the building again. There were others there now. More guards. Interesting.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Being Tolerated, Apparently | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "Lead inside my belly 'cause my soul has lost its way."
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Their philosophy was never going to line up, anyway. Best to not cry over spilled bantha milk.

The guards were clearly there to keep them in. They didn't care what happened what happened beyond that as it all contributed to a good show. Stating the obvious aloud would probably only get her some more exasperation, though, so she kept the silent observation to herself.

Maybe you should have looked for friends in better places.

"Got it." She murmured anyways in response to his simple request. If she did, she suspected he'd just go through her. All the reason to stick to the back for this one. Which was the very reason she idled a meter or two behind him, arms crossed uncomfortably, eyes shifting from the back of his head to the other lifeforms she could sense in the immediate area, their various emotions. Fear. Anger. Hate. Distrust. All those cheerful things. At least none of them seemed to be coming over to see the new blood anymore, but whether that brought her relief or dread as to what was to come Irella wasn't sure yet.

If there was one thing she could divine, though, it was that being out in the open like this really, really set her alarm bells off.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

It wasn't as obvious as she seemed to think it was.

The guards were obviously guards, yes, their gear substantially better than what the regulars had, but... makeshift if you knew what to look for. The plating was chitty steel ripped off from whatever they could find, obscured by painted textile they had stolen from somewhere. No blasters, no guns, they just had thick clubs lined with that same metal. Like they had stripped parts of the wall, melted it down (somehow) and then attached it to the hard wood of the batons.

Ingenious.

"These are not our captors," The shiv pointed towards 'em. They noticed and their reaction only confirmed it for him. The younger one took a step back, the older one... was moving the weight around from one foot to the other as if he wanted to go but didn't. "Captives, like us, jus' better organized."

"Wonder who controls 'em."

That idle thought was put to the side, because Ronan knew where it led. Still that wonder- how it would be to stay here and always destroy, rather than try to build for his daughter. It was a desire that was strong and he knew it. An animal didn't change their colors lightly and Vizsla had been a destroyer for most of his life. One didn't simply turn away from that with a flick of a wrist. It took time, effort. Commitment. No, if he followed that thought he'd end up killing their boss and taking over.

From there it would be easy to stay and enjoy the madness.

"Do you remember how you got here, Jetii?"

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Being Tolerated, Apparently | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "Oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?"
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Ronan's insight led to her to revisit those guards with new eyes, noting the things she had glossed over initially, "Must be more groups like them." Irella commented mostly to herself.

For her things were too black and white, woven with the greys of Nar Shaddaa. Do this, don't do that, maybe do that depending on parties involved? Her internal system for 'morality' had been thrown aside by this Vizsla with an ease that made her definitely more uncertain of this entire debacle. Being in difficult situations was meant to be her bread and butter, but when she'd abandoned the Praxeum and struck out on her own she'd also managed to throw out a bit of rational thinking with all the titles.

Suppressing the urge to snip about being called Jetii, her mind fell back to the time before her capture. Any details that could possibly be recalled to help them now, "Not entirely," Irella admitted uncomfortably, it did make her uncomfortable to realize how little her kidnapping had impressed on her, "I'd been-- Well, I'd been squatting, for a couple days in an abandoned... Warehouse, yes. Seems like they're taking from the slums; nobody bothers to check up on people there." The fact they'd managed to get the jump on her, whoever they were, let a touch of ire drip into her tone by the end.

"What do you remember?" If he'd answer at all.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

He mulled on her words for a bit and in the meantime tried to penetrate the cloud that seemed to hang over his mind.

Every time Ronan managed to snatch a grasp on a memory, it invited a spike of pain just behind his left eye, it radiated further and deeper. No matter how much he hammered against it, tried to force his memories back to him, it didn't seem to want to come. Eventually that caused him to snarl in annoyance. "Nothing." Vizsla muttered darkly while letting the shiv twirl in his hand, the digits manipulating it with grace (deadly grace if that) and doing it with ease.

As if he was holding a pencil.

Not sharpened metal that could cause someone to bleed out with one firm stab.

"Don't remember yesterday." A thought then, before he tried to push further down and realizing something. "Don't remember anything of this week." That caused the scowl to deepen. There were a handful of things that could cause him to not remember anything from the moment he stepped foot on Nar Shaddaa.

Chemicals, a very hard crash against his head.... and the Force.

Ronan squinted towards her.

"You wouldn't know anything of mind compulsion, would you?" The muscles in his arms had tightened in the last few seconds. As if he was prepared to leap and cut her throat, but right now Vizsla seemed to be controlling himself. For now anyway.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Steeled For The Worst | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "Oh, Lazarus, were you so afraid?"
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Whatever happened to not turning on each other? But there was utter honesty in her voice as she answered in a voice that seemed a hair softer, "Not much." The mentalism side of the Force had always eluded her, even as it blessed her in different ways, ways that confused her on what the intent was, but nonetheless. Some would consider it a loss, a waste, but in this instant, Irella was silently grateful for the fact it had never been a power she could wield well, if at all, "I can sense intent, but I can't manipulate thought or implant ideas of my own."

The movements of the small knife briefly drew her gaze, for a few seconds observing with a neutral face, as if it'd only caught her eye and nothing more. Privately, she mused on how many ways he could kill her with it, and which one was about to befall her.

Even in response to the tensing of her posture her own body turned to ice for a few seconds, preparing for the worst already. Truly, animals.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

He held her eye.

Weighing it.

The words itself, her gaze, the beat of her heart and the warmth of her skin. All of it together could tell one such as him if there were lies there... and Ronan couldn't feel any. Unless this Irella was a master manipulator she seemed to be telling the truth. The tension slowly seeped away from his muscles. It seemed a huge coincidence that on the same day that he got... caught? Captured? His memory was wiped out of an entire week and the moment he woke up was next to a Jetii.

More often than not Vizsla didn't believe in coincidences.

But it seemed that this was all that there was to it. "You can stay." Vizsla then finally decided, before a noise far above them took his attention. It also seemed to take the attention of the makeshift guards. They were pointing, yelling at one another, one even rushing back into the building.

The prize, they yelled, it comes.

Ronan frowned, before noticing that more shapes were slowly picking their way up the same stairs that had been abandoned just a moment ago. It didn't take much to make Ronan rise and follow them as well. Maybe the Jetii would follow, maybe she would take her chances elsewhere. Ronan had all but forgotten her as a new mystery requested his attention. What was this prize... and why were all these murderers and monsters so interested in it?

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Surviving The Storm | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you."
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When Ronan met her eyes she didn't flinch.

At least, externally.

Feeling as though she'd swallowed her tongue after he'd affirmed again that she was going to be permitted in his relative proximity, a part of her noted how ironic it was that she'd been thrown in here with a Mandalorian, but perhaps the Force had plans in mind.

Or maybe it just had twisted humour.

Irella felt the commotion before she heard it, though her body twitched a little involuntarily at the sounds regardless of the order of acknowledgement. Glum. That's the emotion their vocals invoked in her, a sudden grimness that she fended off even as intrigue unfolded before them, new dynamics in their apparent prison that could be valued for survival. Talk of a 'prize' was intriguing.

Vizsla moved, Toldreyn reluctantly followed. You can stay. Maybe that meant she was safe around him. At least, until she wasn't.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

The path upwards was winding and steep.

Once or twice the commotion grew so tight that a few of the stragglers were pushed off the stairs. Their screams echoed for some time, before a sickening crunch cut their screech off impromptu. Ronan didn't seem to notice or care for that matter. What he did notice was that most of them gave him way. A path that opened organically, some even before seeing him.

It was the de facto acknowledgement that you don't look a predator in the eye.

Not unless you want to have your throat bitten off. It worked out for Irella as well, if she hurried up. It allowed her to slip into the empty space before it could fill up again. That would presumably be more pleasant than to try and push through the climbing crowd.

Some of them were barely better than wild animals themselves.

Growling and howling against one another.

They reached the top. The others who had arrived were all staring expecting up into the 'sky'. It was ink dark, nothing seemed to piece that mass of shadows above them. Was there a ceiling there? A large empty vertical corridor? Who knew. "You should cover your face." Vizsla remarked suddenly. It immediately underlined that he was aware of her.

Even without her saying anything or being seen by him.

"Eventually one of them will make a move on you." "Maybe use some dirt." Always helpful. That Vizsla.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Exasperation Of The Masses | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "With the Hounds of Hell coming after you."
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He sure knew how to inspire confidence, didn't he?

Thankfully, Irella was as flighty as she was small, so keeping up with the Mandalorian through the crowd's gap was no issue. A small meek shadow of a woman, blonde hair and worried eyes that turned upwards with the others. Then, of course, he opened his mouth again, and she felt an intense desire to get into a shoving match on the staircase (Of course, she expected to lose, but it would have felt nice briefly to finally get one over on him; before she joined the others in death).

"--I'll consider it." She offered in response to his... Suggestions, measured words that seemed to warble with the strain of the effort. Fear paralyzed, she knew that, and it was starting to set in. The stiff joints and frozen bones as your body betrayed you into an early grave. But it'd do no good to shut down now when they were close to a potential breakthrough. The other prisoners-- Animals, really, to be frank --had claimed a prize was coming, now they all gathered at the highest point to be seen for miles. Were prizes to arrive from above? Perhaps from the gamemasters. It was a lead, at least.

The rogue stuck by the Alor, the glimmer in his shadow. And if a hand was laid on her, she would stuff it down the throat of whoever dared. Let that be a message.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

"Do as you please."

Vizsla responded impassively.

To try and deny that Irella was attractive was acting in a sort of self-denial Vizsla had never practiced. It seemed senseless and a wasteful pursuit. It meant that he could offer suggestions like that without being overly worried one way or another. Either she would- or she would not. If not? That was her mistake to carry. But Ronan had already noticed the glances send against her.

How many women were there here amidst the unwashed hordes?

How many of those were attractive? Or still attractive after all these years. It was simple calculation and a smidgen of reality. It didn't take long for something to change. A ripple that went through the entire crowd.

They froze.

The anticipation turning tension into a high-strung cord.

Then the ceiling above them (many miles above from the looks of it) opened up. Light, blissful light, filtered through the hole opening up. There were cheers, whooping, as the prisoners caught a snatch of light that had been denied to them for so many years. For a moment Ronan thought that was it. That that was their prize, a glimpse of something they would never have again.

Except-

Things started to fall from that hole.

Crates? The ones on the roof immediately began to move. Shove. Turn to action as they saw the location of the drop-sites. It turned into instant chaos.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Fifty versus Fifty | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "I've got blood, I've got blood on my name."
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Irella liked to credit her few-and-far-between drops of Echani blood with her preservation. But that percentage, that last gift from one of her parents, certainly did her no favours now. Ronan had the attractiveness of a wolfman, that same savage look and feel, and it really wasn't on her mind whether someone would try and carry him off. No, she had confidence at least in the fact he'd kill them before it ever got that far.

She just had to do the same. Hooray.

The light was something she could appreciate direly. The restorative nature of it was palpable, even the slightest slip of a grin crossing the near-Human's face before it was all pulled away and replaced by the charge that ran through the crowd. It was like thunder striking, the animals starting their scramble to precious resources. Irella got a stiff push over her shoulder as someone charged by, the stumble narrowly avoiding a crash into Ronan due to her careful footwork, regaining balance soon after on his other side.

Part of her was ready to join the masses in their mad rush to recover whatever had been given to them. But was that worth sacrificing the harbour she found in his shade? Probably not. If he went, she would. If not-- Well, then not.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

Things happened faster than Irella could presumably progress.

One moment the man that had shoved her was running, the next he was on the ground and clutching a cut throat. The blood dripped from a shiv casually held between his fingers. He didn't even seem to notice the dying man at his feet.

His attention was at the falling crates and the mob running down the stairs and deeper into the makeshift city that had propped up in the pit over the decades.

It was truly sprawling.

From this hill they could see a lot, but even Ronan couldn't see the other side. "Let's go." Finally. The hill was emptier now. A few, maybe half a dozen, standing at the edges and... waiting for something. What that was became clear the moment Vizsla seemed to abandon his kill.

Because once his shadow no longer loomed over the man they fell over each other to get to him.

Vizsla didn't care. He was already walking down the slope.... But not towards where the crates had fallen.

Instead he was walking back from where they had come from.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Thousands | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Blood On My Name ~ "I've got blood, I've got blood on my name."
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"Are we not going to--" She knew better by this point than to argue, but it wasn't just the futility of pushing against a proverbial durasteel wall and expecting a different result after enough force that made her voice run dry. It was more due to the roof being cleared of fellow inmates who scrambled after the gifts from above, the short Irella could now actually see past everything to the city that had sprung up beneath the surface of her homeworld without any knowledge.

It really didn't help that there was no way of telling where they were on the Smuggler's Moon in particular, either, that might have helped her see a way out. But, at least, it was somewhere that could afford the space of the cavern, without too much urbanization above it lest the supports become unstable. To see where the 'skyline' of this underground metropolis ended, a strange reversal of Nar Shaddaa's own dreary, smog-filled landscape, was to see where buildings collided with the ends of the cavern. Was this all naturally occurring beneath the surface? Unlikely, someone with the right equipment and manual labour-- Something crime syndicates often had access to around here --could probably have carved this place out in a few months. But, still, going by what off she knew of rocks (Not a lot, honestly) this place had been here a long, long, long time. This moon was ancient; likely, this place was no different.

Not like that helped them much. Ronan moved and Irella scurried to continue the selfish use of his protection. But even as they descended the stairs, the way they'd come, new things caught her eye. The crowds dominated before but now that they were all congregated in a different part of the Chasm's city, she could see past shoulders and necks and wild bodies now.

Some of these buildings weren't as ramshackle as they had once first appeared, strung together with prayers and makeshift supports. All of them seemed old, sure, occupied by who-knew-what over the years -- but a few of the larger structures had the look of machined work, done in styles from before even the Darkness, a common sight up top. And it was like the shacks and built shelters had sprung up around these studier buildings, marked with symbols too weathered to read and Aurebesh scratched out by time. Therefore, they were disregarded, though seemed distinctly familiar to her nonetheless. Banked away for later, that knowledge was, "There might be something in those crates that could be useful." It was evident Irella chose her words carefully. She could have just as easily said 'we could use' instead of 'that could be useful' but didn't, lest she offend by implying a 'we'. Her reason for asking was a little more selfish than inquisitive; why was he so confident nothing of there would be of interest? It was clearly of interest to the veterans of this place, and they'd been there for less than an hour. Arrogance, maybe. He seemed the type.

As she walked and waited for his justification, reply, or just outright scorn, her eyes fell to a crushed skull that had been ruined in the stampede to reach the sky. The yellowed piece of bone scattered across stone floor, a frown as she noticed the elongated muzzle. Were there animals down here as well, or just animal-like species? The moon certainly attracted all types, but were they going to be eventually forced to face true animals alongside the locals?

Fantastic.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

Silence for a bit.

For a while it wasn't entirely certain if Ronan had even heard her. Or if he would even dignify it with a reply. There was purpose in his stride, but that could be an illusion for all that Irella know. After all. Ronan always seemed to be full with purpose. Always on the move. Always sure, certain. The way he had cut down that man like they had just been chafe and nothing more.

Not even worthy the dignity of looking them in the eye.

While their last breath passed.

"Say what you mean, Jetii, I hear the shake in your voice." A snort. "Being afraid won't save you here." Silence again as he watched. Looking for something. If she paid attention she'd notice he was studying the camera systems.

"As for those crates- some of these men have been running towards them for years. It never brought them closer to freedom, no? I do not plan to be here any longer than I have to be. That makes them useless."

A stretch.

"Tell me, woman, how did we wake up this far from that tunnel above? Who brought us here. How? Are there any other entrances? How are the cameras maintained."

Rattled off in quick succession without giving her the immediate opportunity to respond.

"That is what your mind should be occupied with. Only that."

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Wheels | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Control ~ "They send me away to find them a fortune."
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His reaffirmation of the mystery surrounding their circumstances was certainly shrewd, Irella would give Ronan that much. An expression of passive annoyance bloomed with every word he spoke with no time for her to get a word in edge-wise, which meant all her fire was saved for when he finally shut up, "The only thing we have down here is the fact men are scared of you," She hated how her voice sounded a little unsteady, the slipping of her, aptly put, control, "And that's worked so far."

"Is it going to work forever?"

Well, it might. Playing a devil's advocate was not her forte but it was survival now. If they lived just based on the fact the other creatures here were intimidated by Ronan it might just be a Force-ordained miracle. Still. The way he'd cut down that man earlier had become a little familiar, a little grim, she was fairly sure some of his blood was on her somewhere, and the way she was starting to become okay with that was a bit more than unsettling. Shoulders lifted and fell with a deep breath taken used to steady her body, and the rogue continued on with her retorts to his earlier remarks even through Ronan's no-doubt rough response to her reply, "As for all that-- I don't know," There was a pause like she was going to let him get in some debasing remark about Jetii and their intelligence about knowing things before continuing, "But there's air coming in from somewhere. Ventilation. There is reliable access to this place to deliver new prisoners and their crates. It's not like this can be done entirely remotely."

Even then those basic observations left them with little to go with. If they tried to sabotage the vents to coax maintenance out of their hidden passages, most likely those watching would just enjoy the prisoners strangling themselves from lack of air then restart once everyone was dead. How was it that the majority of the planet was unaware of this cottage industry? Actually, she took that back silently-- There was probably a lot here on her homeworld that many didn't know of, including herself. After all, she hadn't even been aware of this place.

It was his last remark about cameras that set gears turning in her mind. Now that was an inspired idea. Her own icy eyes glanced to search for the secretive devices that he had been eyeing, musing aloud, "But if they couldn't watch anymore, that might piss them off." 'Them'. If only it was known who 'they' were. The idea starting to take shape was still in the formative stages, but she hoped Ronan could pick up on what she was starting to imply.

What do you do when a TV loses signal?

You call the providers and get them to fix it, and that was a bit more important than some fans breaking down.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Vizsla"]

"Men are not scared of me." Vizsla responded dismissively. His attention was fully on the cameras, watching their angles, seeing how many blind spots there were. They had been set-up in an unusually perfect sequence that was... at the very least uncharacteristic of any criminal venture. How did they handle this so perfectly? Or... maybe they hadn't. At all. Maybe they were the second owner. Someone who had come in after the fact and taken control somehow.

That didn't answer who had made them, but it did offer Ronan a chance.

If they weren't the creators? Then perhaps they weren't aware of everything this place could do.

"They are scared of their death and their inability to halt it." In that regard Vizsla was more a harbinger of their fear. Not the source of it. Just the one bringing them face to face with it. It also explained why Ronan never seemed afraid or even disturbed.

He did not fear death.

It was there when Irella offered up her own suggestion that Ronan suddenly turned towards her. His finger pointing her way. "Now you are using that head of yours, Jetii." One camera wouldn't be enough though. There were too many as is and to put a large dent into it would take too much time one-by-one. "How do we disable a lot of them at once?" Vizsla asked, curious if she could find a path there too. In truth this was all beyond Ronan.

If he was being honest.

He was a killer. Battles? Yeah, but this was a situation he had never encountered before.

His mind picked up on what they needed. A way out. The things they needed to focus on. The cameras, the questions that came with them. But a clear-cut solution? Well, they couldn't kill their way out of this hole... could they?

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Sabotage | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Control ~ "A chest filled with diamonds and gold."
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...Haven't I been using that this whole time?

Ah, right. Not by Ronan's standards. Their earlier debate concerning mortality was halted, replaced instead by the plottings of a former Jedi. Think, think, think. Her sky-like eyes turned up to the various old devices Ronan had been picking out himself, and she silently agreed with him; they seemed to be clustered around those old buildings she had noticed before, likely pre-existing alongside them. Simply reworked to suit the needs of the gamemasters. So how could they make them suit their needs? Killing the power wouldn't work; for one, that would, again, probably also kill ventilation and they'd all just end up gasping for air. Rallying the local populace? Shrieks, whoops and what sounded like war cries drew her gaze to where more and more prisoners scampered down ramshackle alleys towards the crates that had been dispensed earlier. Yeah, not a good idea, one could get more out of a dog than these simpletons, even the relatively-kindhearted Irella could admit that much. If they had EMP weapons, that might take out a bunch of them -- But they didn't, and she doubted any serious tech like that would be anywhere near here for them to use and potentially turn against their captors.

Most of the cameras seemed protected, high out of reach, which also put a damper on most ideas involving physically breaking. Even then, the time it would take to reach each one and beat them silly with, presumably, rocks, was going to take way too long. However, there was one idea that persisted. Just one. it was an idea that she knew Ronan was going to dislike intensely, just judging by how he felt in general concerning her and, especially, the Force.

But it wasn't like he was coming up with anything, so she took a chance. The camera the Mandalorian would have been looking at jerked suddenly on its wall mount, before it crumbled in seconds and fell to the ground in a heap of sparking technology and circuitry. A few others around them followed suit, dropping like flies from a corpse, at least five of them that had been watching the duo were taken out in a single unseen action. Well, not entirely unseen. Irella's closed fist was raised, a look of concentration across her face that likely would have been endearing if the implication of what she had just done-- Utilized the Force to take out a swathe of cameras --would likely leave the Alor disgruntled, maybe disgusted, definitely not happy. It was plain to see she was braced for some form of debasing remarks, maybe a little yelling, perhaps ready to get ditched altogether. That was why she didn't say a word, letting him put it together for himself and judge from there.

It had worked, though, hadn't it?

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Irella Vizsla"]

He had still been trying to figure out an approach himself.

When suddenly the cameras started to crumble and fall to the ground by themselves. Only Ronan knew better. A single glance over his shoulder told him all he needed to know there. The fist in the air, look of concentration, he scowled and was about to say something. Then. He thought better of it. "How many times can you do that." Vizsla would ask while watching the streets for any changes.

Nothing yet.

But that didn't mean anything.

"Once, twice? Did you already expend all your reserves?" In that moment Irella was a tool that suddenly had proved useful. He disagreed with the Force usage, but there hadn't been any plan coming up in his own mind.

They didn't have the luxury to be picky.

Vizsla settled down by one of the cameras. Eyeing them, fingers picking at the casing, before hissing when a static discharge licked his fingertip. A growl left from him suddenly made Ronan look up. In the alley next to them (closer to Irella than to him) stood a handful of Chasm denizens. They were unwashed, barely clothed and their arms were sinew and bone.

Eyes mad.

They didn't seem to be paying attention much to Ronan though.

All of it on Irella.

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, 'The Chasm', Somewhere Terrible, No Doubt, Undetermined Time
Self-Sabotage | Interacting with [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ~ Control ~ "The house was awake, the shadows and monsters."
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It was with eyes of fire that Irella turned her gaze to the assembling crowd, possibly realizing her strategy had turned to a mistake almost instantly.

Before that, though, she'd only muttered, "It's like breathing. As many as necessary. This is child's play." to Ronan. There was no pride in how well-versed she was in this though, no sort of foolish amusement in how useful she'd suddenly become due to her untold Force prowess. There was a hollowness to the voice, that quickly died with the growls audible from the alley. The near-Human almost seemed to be like prey caught in the lights of a speeder, only staring back at the crowd angry at the Force User. Influencing their minds were not an option due to her aforementioned inexperience (Though, she suspected, even a Padawan such as herself who did know how could have the horde do anything; extremely susceptible to that sort of suggestion) but there was one other thing she could do.

Cameras, bones, what was the difference, anyhow? Proximity?

Irella was a fast learner, and Ronan had already taught her how to inspire fear within the first five minutes of them meeting. Application of what you learn, however, is where the difference is made.

The nearest Chasm prisoner soon found that out, the one closest to exiting the shadow of the alley was treated to the crunch of tendons and keratin as, even from the distance between herself and the crowd, his hand crumpled like a camera. Bone folding in on itself to snap and shatter, but she was quick to release the invisible grip, "We should go." The blonde stated dully, hoping the display of the frontrunner man holding a mangled paw would serve to, at the very least, distract the pack to let the rogues flee. There seemed to be far too many for the both of them alone, one unarmed again.

Bracing herself for another bout of Ronan's debasement concerning the Force, and half-expecting him to just leave her there to the crowd's whims, she turned to face her unlikely sidekick so they might begin a timely move-on to the next area of cameras needing destruction.

There was still no reaction in the makeshift city from a sector going dark. Perhaps time was needed.