Violet Sunrise

[Elliot Drake]

Elliot saw the raw anger in Wrenarias' execution of their final captor, seeing that she had a bit of darkness in herself that likely needed to be dealt with. Darkness such as that certainly clouded Elliot's mind the moment he succumbed, and he could see that it could consume his new-found companion as well. Looking at her with concern but understanding, he furrowed his brow. "Wrenarias, buddy, I'm gonna call you Wren, alright? I felt it." His words were simple, but clear as the day they were far from seeing should they fail. Nodding and moving forward, he would lead both of them towards freedom.

Walking down the corridor, there would be an assortment of guards likely there as the initial crew for transfer. Six in total, and there would be more on their way to transport the two. None stood at attention, split in half with three on the left side and three on the right side. Two were a dash away, talking to each other and brandishing short-range blaster rifles meant to cover a lot of area. The two didn't notice Elliot at first, and the others wouldn't either as they were further down the hall.

Assuming that Wrenarias would already be by his side, he stepped forward and extended his right hand, the guard being stopped mid-sentence and lifted into the air, pure shock written on his expression. Slid against the wall, he dropped his blaster and was thrust towards Elliot's companion. Letting go of the guard, Elliot, willed the blaster to fly and slam into the alerted guard's face. In a casual stride, the young force-sensitive flourished his lightsaber and slashed the guard's chest, incapacitating him.

As the remaining four guards ahead took notice, they ended whatever game of cards they had going on and went to retrieve their blasters. Revealing his own, Elliot started with suppressing fire to make them put up some cover first. Thankfully, he shot out one of the guard's shoulders, handicapping them for the rest of the confrontation. Despite the confident approach the boy had, he was terrified.

Very terrified of what was to come, but he knew he had to fight. This corridor lead to their salvation, and likely a lot more violence with many trials and tribulations. He could only hope that Wrenarias would stand by him and counter that terrifying feeling in his gut.

Wrenarias

 

[Wrenarias]

Where Elliot was utterly terrified in the fight, Wrenarias was coldly calm. Her eyes focused as she moved, graceful and absolutely lethal. She did not hesitate to swing her saber through the closest guard as she rushed forward. There was no time to stop or slow down, they had to keep moving. If they stopped and got boxed in, it wouldn't matter how experienced a fighter Wren was, numbers would overwhelm even the best of soldiers.

"Keep moving!" She shouted back at him over the sound of blaster fire that burst through the corridor.

Another guard was flung brutally against the wall, hard enough to snap his neck -- though not before he was able to get a shot off that struck the twi'lek soundly in the shoulder. She grunted in pain, grimacing from the burn that seared through her shirt and flesh alike, blood blossoming from the wound.

It was excruciating, but not enough to stop her.

She gasped once and then forced herself to focus. There was still one last guard in her way. Gritting her teeth, she hefted the lightsaber into her good arm and then hurled it through the air. The blade embedded itself into the remaining guard's chest, sending him staggering backwards onto the ground with a wet grunt that burst from his lips.

Elliot Drake

 

[Elliot Drake]

Elliot looked at his companion, Wrenarias, with awe and felt a confidence instill in himself. He smiled, watching the Twi'lek step forward which he was completely okay with. He was certainly not of the same physical prowess as her, and there would likely be more to oppose them. Making their way down the corridor after making quick work of the guards, Elliot kept a watchful eye over the injured but vigilant, adrenaline-pumped Twi'lek. "Wren, watch yourself, okay? We're both going to make it out, I'd rather it be in one piece each." Elliot shook his head, the two exiting the corridor into what appeared to be a back alley not far from the docking bay.

The orphan Drake was sure it was a well-hidden and easily-missed passage, which became apparent with the tight fit of the transport cruiser cutting close on the corners. A band of criminals on the cruiser, none of them dressed quite like the guard that was originally handling their security. "This whole place is...corrupt. They must be doing this on the regular, Wren!" They were immediately spotted as the corridor's entrance was illuminated by a flickering light. The alley had lights going up and down it with gaps of darkness in between them.

Walking forward, angered, Elliot extended his hand slowly. The might of the Force was something seemingly giving resistance to his open hand attempting to push its fingers forward. Grasping the Force with his mind, the cruiser had its jets slowly crumble from within as the cruiser fell and came to a slide with its metal grinding and screeching piercingly. Elliot waited for Wrenarias to step forward, but wouldn't wait too much longer as the criminals took up arms.

Summoning his blaster to his hand, the boy would dodge the suppressing fire as best he could while taking calm, precise shots at the head of the angered slavers. A whisper in his ear was almost indistinct, but upon focus, Elliot was able to hone in on the whisper while sacrificing his focus on the firing blasters as he stepped forward. All sound and sight deafened and faded around him as he listened to the whisper. "Aye, boss, t-they escaped! Damn guards were supposed to capture them and our cruiser malfunctioned! Methinks I saw the frail one hold out his hand like he's...he's...oh god, boss. This is--" The voice was abruptly cut off and returned to an indistinct whisper.

Elliot recoiled at the graze of a blaster shot singing his upper right shoulder. Dropping his blaster and focusing on the wound, Elliot yelped out in pain. "AGH! Damn bastards...Wren they've already called it in. We have to do something! Quick!" Taking a kneel from the pain and force of such a burning graze, Elliot deactivated the kyber blade and let his lightsaber float in the air without a thought. It wasn't something that he knew he could do, but everything seemed like it was coming second-nature with the Force the more he allowed himself to be attuned to it.

Putting a hand to his wound, Elliot assessed that it wasn't deep and the burn had made sure it wasn't a bleeding one, but it took him a moment to stand. Surprised at the floating hilt, he called the lightsaber back from its short distance away, revealing the yellow blade once more. Reflecting the blasters sloppily, it was clear his form was not refined as it should've been had he been given more time with Norman. Looking to Wrenarias to lead the approach, he hoped the Twi'lek had stronger form than he.

Wrenarias

 

[Wrenarias]

While Wren was skilled in combat and wielding a lightsaber, she certainly wasn't capable of crippling a starship with just her mind. Elliot's display was rather impressive and she glanced to him out of the corner of her eye, a brow arched slightly when she caught sight of the floating lightsaber. There wasn't enough time for her to make a comment on what just happened, as the men opened fire on them.

Elliot may have been able to crush the engines of the cruiser, but his form with a lightsaber was sloppy, barely able to deflect the bolts at the last second. At some point, if they survived this encounter, she would have to teach him how to properly use the weapon he carried.

She clicked her tongue, quickly moving forward to position herself between Elliot and the men shooting at them. The blade of pale jade light cut through the air, guided by the Force to deflect a volley of shots -- one of which was flung back into the face of the man who'd fired the blaster in the first place. Without a helmet on, he collapsed to the ground with a charred hole in his face.

In the face of the barrage, there was only so much a single individual could do with a lightsaber alone. One of the red streaks of light made it past the twi'lek's defenses, only to freeze in midair a few inches in front of Elliot's face. Wren was twisted around, her free hand extended towards the stray bolt that now hung in the air, while the hand wielding her saber stayed raised. Acting on pure instinct, she'd managed to create a barrier to shield them both.

"Move! I can't hold it!" She shouted at Elliot, her hand shaking as she struggled to maintain her focus. The bolt held just long enough for Elliot to get himself out of the way, and she then turned to swiftly gather both her hands, screaming as she swept her lightsaber in a wide arc towards the slavers. As she sliced through the air, the barrier she'd been maintaining shattered and exploded towards the men clustered around the crippled ship.

The onslaught from the burst of energy sent the slavers flying. Several crashed into the bulkhead of the ship behind them, of those that did, only a few managed to regain their feet.

Wren did not allow them time to regain their senses, however.

A man's shrill scream filled the air as he was cut down before he could raise his blaster. There was no need to show mercy, as far as Wren was concerned, Slavers needed to die. If she didn't kill them, then they'd simply move on to hunt someone else.

With a dancer's grace, Wrenarias carved through the men in a matter of seconds. Her strikes were precise, but brutal. She intended to put an end to their cruelty as quickly as she could -- the deserved far worse than a clean death, but she would not stoop to their levels of malice.

When it was over, she stood in front of the loading ramp with her back to Elliot. She was breathing heavily, blood dripping down her fingers from the wound on her shoulder.

Slowly, she turned her head ever so slightly to look over her shoulder to the man behind her.

"Let them come." She snarled.

Elliot Drake

 

[Elliot Drake]

Elliot watched Wrenarias tear apart the people who dared assist such a monstrous trade such as slavery. He didn't feel bad that they were being punished, but the death put a twinge in his head that felt more than biological. His hands shook from the feeling while his knees trembled as he tried to step forward. Wrenarias needed little help and he could tell she was an adept with combat prowess far beyond his own. The emotional turmoil from seeing all of their demise was momentarily gone from the same justification he kept telling himself. They were monsters. They...deserved to die. Right, Wren? Wren...

Elliot made sure his blaster was holstered as he continued forward with his lightsaber brandished, the sun-kissed blade radiant in the dark of the corridor. Once they neared the exit of the alley, he wondered if they could've used the transport cruiser to give them a hastier escape. It was done and over with now, the mighty Twi'lek and frail human poised to press forward and deal with whatever threat was onward. "Hey, Wren, who...taught you how to fight? My master always told me to be more in tune with my mind..." His words were not quick or clever but solemn and unfocused.

Thoughts swirled in his head like a cloud of green haze that left him in a confusion. Anger surged like lightning in his hands, his innocence bottling it while sorrow welled in his eyes but never letting a drop out. In the distance, the threatening auras had trickled into his proprioception. It wasn't just his body he could sense the orientation of, but the growing and looming presence of such hostile forces. "They're close. Wren...I don't like killing them but I understand why. I can feel it, even if I'm not the same as you." Elliot was not giving the same aloof flavor he normally did, giving Wrenarias a look before flourishing his lightsaber to keep the 'pep in his step'.

It was several guards and what seemed like pseudo-street urchins banding together with half of them riding on a transport cruiser and the others on their own mini cruisers. Most stayed in the open area the alley corridor led to, while two of them came zooming in at intense speeds. Elliot, on reflex, swiped his arm through the air and a ripple tore through one and a forced them into the other cruiser. Both collided harshly into the wall and exploded brilliantly. Needless to say, the thugs riding were not in one piece. Taken aback, Elliot looked at his hand and felt a dark comfort in it.

Killing was necessary for survival sometimes, but the amount they would be doing would put the boy through a gauntlet of emotional tests. "Oh, LORD! That was like a sneeze..."

Wrenarias