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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 12, 2007 23:47:50 GMT -4
Aayla looked up at him sharply. "Who's side are you on?" she asked harshly. "Might as well kill me and be done with it, I'd say."
The plant tore out of the ground with the power of the Force and hovered in front of her. She took it in her hand, and threw it into the thicket angrily.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 12, 2007 23:55:49 GMT -4
"I'm on my own side. It just so happens that your goals and mine are mutually aligned." Evans replied sternly. "In any case, I'm not going to spend all day playing he said/she said with you. First order of business is to get off this horrible planet."
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 13, 2007 0:13:32 GMT -4
She nodded. "Fine," she said, snapping back into the leadership role. "We need a plan. Order 66… Kill all Jedi, right? So all you have to do is kill me… sort of. I can go into a trance that can fool the sensors. Now, I gave you the Felucia datapads to study. What's the killing plant? Do you know?"
Because Aayla sure as hell didn't.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 13, 2007 0:21:14 GMT -4
Geoffrey dug through his pack looking for the datapads. As he fossicked, his mouth disconnected from his mind, and began to mumble as he let his mind free-wheel.
"Ah, here they are... Doesn't seem right, though, all this electrical whizz-bangery... What's wrong with old fashioned paper and a lead pencil? I don't know..."
He powered up the datapad and began to read, his breath seemingly sounding more ragged after their dash, and from the humid spore-filled air.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 13, 2007 14:50:44 GMT -4
Aayla stood next to him and read over his shoulder. "Some kind of sor'lak," she muttered. She read the symbols on the datapad in the time it would have taken for her to write her name. "It grows around here… I think I saw it when we were escaping."
The sor'lak picture looked like a thick weed with needles. The needles injected a parilizing agent into the body, while the poison worked a bit slower, eating it's way through the nervous system and, finally, shutting down the brain. She looked at the picture below the sor'lak image. The person was on the ground, their eyes open and glassy. A sor'lak was wrapped around his hand, and there was a large purple bruise on his throat. The animation showed the various stages of death.
Aayla nodded. "I can go into a Healing Trance at the last moment," she muttered to herself. She nodded again. "Right. Okay. Let's find this thing."
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 13, 2007 16:12:38 GMT -4
"Yes, ma'am." Geoffrey Evans said, although he didn't sound too enthusiastic. It seemed to him to be something of an anti-climactic way to go.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 13, 2007 20:54:57 GMT -4
"It should be the only thing with thorns around here," she said, kneeling down and moving around the dirt around a hidden plant. She moved on to the next. "Let's say I took you as prisoner, and when we stopped running, you found the planet and killed me."
"Simple."
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 13, 2007 21:11:01 GMT -4
"Yes, ma'am." Geoffrey agreed. "So, what do you want me to do?"
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 14, 2007 6:16:52 GMT -4
"Order 66," she said, "is like a kill all Jedi code. So I get stuck with the plant, you radio in, and the clones come. They'll take us to a ship, and it'll all be smooth sailing for you. I'm going to see if any other Jedi are alive." She had one in mind already: Master Quinlan. She hadn't felt his death, yet.
She dug around a root in the ground and pulled out a long, snaky vine with thorns. "I think I found it," she said.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 14, 2007 13:28:29 GMT -4
"I suppose so. Just one thing, if it's supposed to look as though we fought, shouldn't we both look a bit roughed up?" he asked.
Geoffrey paused in thought for a moment, then punched himself in the face. The blow dislodged his beret and, to his incredable embarrasment, his toupee slid down over his face.
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