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Sojourn To The Unknown [Kitt]

Alen saw Kitt move, and he moved to. Getting captured was all part of the man's plan ... there was no way he was letting Kitt get hurt over this. Because that meant he would have to kill every Force-damned bug-avian-thing on this Force-damned world, and dead bugs couldn't be worked with. Na'Varro had already planned well into the future regarding this world in a very short window of time. Planning was his jam ... sometimes. Other times not so much.

As she attacked, Alen intercepted her, tackling her to the ground (as softly as possible) and holding her there. He knew she loved a fight, but now wasn't the time. Pulling his head up, his eyes found hers and as they did he grinned with good humour.

"Easy there, princess.." He said as the six aliens closed around them, weapons leveled. "I think they're just inviting us around for tea.."

Six laser dots appeared on the back of his head.

"Don't you want to see the renovations?"

[member="Kitt Solo"]
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
@Alen Na’Varro
Livid, scared, surprised, worried: all these things reflected in her gaze as she met Alen’s eyes. “What the kriff, Na’Varro?” She practically growled, eyes darting to the others. She felt foolish. Obviously the fire was meant to attract them. She assumed it was so they could fight them off, not to get captured. She felt more embarrassed that he hadn’t informed her of the plan. Although he probably didn’t because he knew she wouldn’t agree to it. Probably. Still, it was hard to stay ticked at the man that was starting to take more of her care and consideration when her worry of his well-being trumped all other feelings for the moment.

Gorram it Na’Varro.

The best she could do was glare at him and glare at him hard. A short-click series that almost sounded like laughter interrupted the silence followed by more serious clicks. Shoving Alen off, slowly (but none too gently), she raised her hands in what she hoped was the universal sign of ‘please don’t shoot us’ and slowly stood. She was dwarfed by the aliens and fought to bite back feelings of claustrophobia and unease as her wrists were bound tightly behind her back. Archaic but effective. She managed to shoot one last fleeting look of worry mixed with ‘I hope you’re happy’ to Alen before a sack was placed over her head, plunging her world into darkness that matched the surrounding night. With a prod at her back and the feeling of something against her neck that made her shiver, she stumbled forward.

She could panic or she could trust Alen. The first would make her go insane so, she chose the second. Relaxing into the force, she kept her senses alert, tracked her steps, and silently brushed against Alen’s force presence every now and then to monitor his emotions. After all, the guns weren’t pointed at her nor had she been shot. Intentionally or not, she was being treated differently. Something just didn’t sit right.
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

She trudged along, the silence the hardest and in a way, the easiest part.

"Na'Varro. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast these guys back to the Maw section of space."

She was tired, grumpy, and anxious and about done with walking through the wilderness bound and blindfolded.
 
Kitt was mad. Mad Kitt was somewhere halfway between scary and amusing. Scary because there were things that she could do to Alen now that he had finally let her in ... emotional deprivation, silent treatment, deprivation of that other thing ... she also had a nasty right hook that he didn't fancy being on the end of. Mad Kitt was amusing, however, because Alen knew she couldn't stay mad at him for long. She was just a cuddly teddy bear when it came down to it, no matter how fiercely she glared at him. Alen simply smiled back at her with a mixture of calm and cheek, and threw in a don't worry about it wink as the sacks went over their heads. Then there was darkness, and the distinct aroma of burlap. This reminded Na'Varro of a day eight hundred years ago ...

They trudged along, stumbling in the dark. The avian-reptile-buginoids had bound his hands tight ... wasn't like that could stop him, but he was doing this for a reason.

"Na'Varro. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast these guys back to the Maw section of space." Alen grinned at that under his sack.

"Credits." The older man chuckled. "Fair enough?"

Insistent clicking signified that the aliens didn't like them talking. Which was understandable, and was likely saving Alen the rougher side of Solo's tongue. What a girl. What an absolute peach of a girl. The fact was that Alen liked Kitt's combative nature. If she wasn't like she was, it would spoil the whole game. Soon, the ground felt firmer and smoother underfoot, and the air thinned out somewhat. They were out of the wilderness, and into a settlement.

[member="Kitt Solo"]
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
“Credits,” she grumbled, “can’t spend ‘em if you’re dead.” There was a sharp tug on her bound hands, her feet catching herself on the much, smoother and no-longer forest floor. “Son of’a’mynock’s fowl breath, I’m comin.” The growl hissed from within the burlap-sack.

Her mood was clear to the buggoids and crystal clear to Alen.

There was a blast of air as she stepped over some sort of threshold. Blindly, she was steered through several turns and down several steps. With a press on her shoulders, she obediently sat on…something. With a tug, the burlap sack was lifted and she found herself blinking back the bright-light of a very, small and surprisingly sterile room. Well, she was sitting in a barred-cell within the room with Na’Varro in a connecting and adjacent cell. The buggers were just outside the cell, leaning over some form of electronic device.

Legs crossed casually as she leaned her back against the bars, catching Alen’s eyes. “Splendid first date.” There was no need to describe the tone of her voice.


[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
 
“Splendid first date.”

Alen smirked at that. She sure knew how to layer her words in dripping sarcasm. But the bearded man knew that the real reason she was getting shirty was because they hadn't been put in the same cell. She had wanted to cuddle up next to Alen by the fire, and the aliens had ruined that, so now she was taking her frustration out on him. That was okay. That was something he could deal with. Instead of replying straight away, the man looked around his cell. Steel bars, concrete walls ... concrete, not even duracrete ... Na'Varro put this culture at thousands of years behind the rest of the galaxy in terms of technology. They were still using rope for bindings ... if this was any indication, he and Kitt wouldn't have much trouble busting out. Alen was a ball of destruction, and Kitt's skillset was perfectly geared towards making sure he didn't get shot. They made a great team, especially when she wasn't ticked off at him.

Na'Varro, with a subtle welling up of Force energy, channeled protective power into his hands and forearms before simply ripping the ropes that bound his hands to shreds. With that, he was up, calmly walking over to the steel bars that separated himself and Solo and resting his hands against them. His head inclined to outside the cell, where the buggers had begun to point at him in panic.

"They don't seem to agree." His hands gripped around the steel bars, his muscles tensed taut, and his smile turned into a grimace of determination. Then he pulled to either side and the bars simply bent ... he pulled towards him and the bars came off completely. Tossing them aside, he caught Kitt's chair before it fell to the ground, removing the ropes that bound her gently before offering a hand to pull her to her feet.

"M'lady." The door flew open, and Alen threw a hand out without looking, blasting a Force Push that knocked the squadron of guards who had come rushing through off their feet. "Let's go have some fun."

[member="Kitt Solo"]
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Smooth-fingers squeezed back Alen's rough hand as her brow crinkled in confusion. Was she going to complain about the sudden closeness of Alen, about being free from the binds, about being rescued? Kriff no. But that didn't stop her hesitation. Plus, she would never admit that she would ever need to be rescued. For a moment, she stood stupidly frozen in the cell next to the tall, bearded man. "But...what happened to credits and not pissing off the...," breaking her grip on his hand, she grabbed the back of the chair and spun, releasing it in a force-induced flying path into the chest of a buganoid-guard, sending it and two more behind tumbling into their 1990's computer equipment, "locals?"

One of the creatures reached-up and hit a button that prompted a flashing red-light, obviously an alarm. A steel-door at the top of the steps they came down started to lumber closed. She snatched-up the cell door via the force Alen managed to blast off and quickly wedged it in the retreating opening space as she dashed out of their cage. It kept the door open but it also let the barrage of bullets sail through.
 

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