Icy-Hot
Indeed, what could go wrong. Just a simple stop by some backwater planet that was unironically caught up in its own turmoil and infighting. The Force shackles on her wrist were particularly tight, but to be fair before they hit her with that damn electro stunner she was particularly problematic for these people. Shuffling forward, Aayla took stock of the area that she walked through. They didn't have the foresight to deny her vision, so she would use anything that was available to her. All she hoped was that her new companion was faring better than she was. As Aayla was shepherded through the facility, her eyes focused on a doorway suddenly whooshing open to her right, eyes of clarity looking within and landing plainly on at least one lightsaber. She would have to remember this room, straight from the cells, right before the huge double doors.
They were archaic, compared to most the rest of the facility, and the padawan would slow a bit to observe what else was visible in the room when there was a sudden, and quite excruciating poke at the small of her back, delivered by a Force Pike. "Aghck, Hey! I'm walking!" Aayla turned partly back to observe the guard that had gave her the sudden shock, shuddering a bit as she further accentuated her bound hands. A deep guttural language was sounded off in response, clearly sight seeing wasn't what they had in mind for her. And that was okay. She maintained her backpedal for a moment, her face souring as the situation finally annoyed her. To be fair, a while back she would've been long annoyed, but today the hotheaded Jedi was simply content to still be breathing... For now.
Aayla approached the large double doors, and as if they were expecting her, a pair opened them to reveal a large auditorium. The walls were high, high enough that most people wouldn't even consider them an avenue, but for a Jedi it seemed prime picking for escape... She would look into that later though. Walking towards the middle of that large area, she would look up; stained glass seemed to project a kaleidoscope of colors onto the walls, but overall a nice light throughout the entire place. Then, there was the crowds; she always loathed the warbling sound created by the masses speaking in unison, and this was no different. Head turning, she noted what seemed to be the mirror image of her own situation play out for the other.
Ala was herded out by her own guard, and it left Aayla watching the other with a smirk. "Enjoy your nap? You know, my cot had some padding still? They through me face down on the floor, but still; its nice to see they put some effort into treating their guests.." she joked, as the guard loosened her bindings. Aayla watched him, rubbing her wrists as the guard buried that Force Pike into the sand. Aayla wasn't exactly the last word in the usage of it, but she would certainly not be shabby. For now, she watched as they also freed Ala from her bindings, and would offer a knowing opening of her eyes. "Ah, I see... Fight to the death... You kn-... You remember when I was saying I had a bad feeling about this? It was so long ago, what did you say? Easy peasy? Simple dialogue? What could go wrong Aayla..."
As they were left there with the Force Pikes, the cheeky Jedi would turn her back to Ala, regarding the quickly scurrying guard. "I appreciate your care!" the other padawan laughed afterwards, turning back to Ala as her face seemed to become serious; truly observing her comrade for any signs of visible damage. Though, it seemed harming the pair wasn't on these peoples minds. They wanted a show, Jedi fighting to the death though, what kind of cruel experience was th-..
GLOOONK, TK, TK , TK, TK , the sound of a gate on the far side unlatching and being slowly raised was suddenly very audible on the far corner of the room. To which Aayla would peer at the spot with arms folded. "This should be great..." she said, even with the dire situation, a expectant smile dotted her features. Dying was one thing, but by the Force no one was going to kill her sense of humor.
Ala
They were archaic, compared to most the rest of the facility, and the padawan would slow a bit to observe what else was visible in the room when there was a sudden, and quite excruciating poke at the small of her back, delivered by a Force Pike. "Aghck, Hey! I'm walking!" Aayla turned partly back to observe the guard that had gave her the sudden shock, shuddering a bit as she further accentuated her bound hands. A deep guttural language was sounded off in response, clearly sight seeing wasn't what they had in mind for her. And that was okay. She maintained her backpedal for a moment, her face souring as the situation finally annoyed her. To be fair, a while back she would've been long annoyed, but today the hotheaded Jedi was simply content to still be breathing... For now.
Aayla approached the large double doors, and as if they were expecting her, a pair opened them to reveal a large auditorium. The walls were high, high enough that most people wouldn't even consider them an avenue, but for a Jedi it seemed prime picking for escape... She would look into that later though. Walking towards the middle of that large area, she would look up; stained glass seemed to project a kaleidoscope of colors onto the walls, but overall a nice light throughout the entire place. Then, there was the crowds; she always loathed the warbling sound created by the masses speaking in unison, and this was no different. Head turning, she noted what seemed to be the mirror image of her own situation play out for the other.
Ala was herded out by her own guard, and it left Aayla watching the other with a smirk. "Enjoy your nap? You know, my cot had some padding still? They through me face down on the floor, but still; its nice to see they put some effort into treating their guests.." she joked, as the guard loosened her bindings. Aayla watched him, rubbing her wrists as the guard buried that Force Pike into the sand. Aayla wasn't exactly the last word in the usage of it, but she would certainly not be shabby. For now, she watched as they also freed Ala from her bindings, and would offer a knowing opening of her eyes. "Ah, I see... Fight to the death... You kn-... You remember when I was saying I had a bad feeling about this? It was so long ago, what did you say? Easy peasy? Simple dialogue? What could go wrong Aayla..."
As they were left there with the Force Pikes, the cheeky Jedi would turn her back to Ala, regarding the quickly scurrying guard. "I appreciate your care!" the other padawan laughed afterwards, turning back to Ala as her face seemed to become serious; truly observing her comrade for any signs of visible damage. Though, it seemed harming the pair wasn't on these peoples minds. They wanted a show, Jedi fighting to the death though, what kind of cruel experience was th-..
GLOOONK, TK, TK , TK, TK , the sound of a gate on the far side unlatching and being slowly raised was suddenly very audible on the far corner of the room. To which Aayla would peer at the spot with arms folded. "This should be great..." she said, even with the dire situation, a expectant smile dotted her features. Dying was one thing, but by the Force no one was going to kill her sense of humor.
Ala