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Post by hk47fan on Jun 17, 2007 8:17:47 GMT -4
Jacen
I heard the scrape of a heel as Ben vaulted over the rail. Not waiting, I leapt laterally, clearing the rail by half a meter, and spun as I fell. Ahead of and below me, Ben was just landing in a crouch on the nearest assembly line, which was loaded with opalscent shell casings. As I landed, bent knees and a little upward push from the Force easing the impact, Ben raced forward, reflexively swatting aside the grasping hand of a too-bold line worker, and crouched as he lunged through the diminutive portal at the end of the line.
I followed. I heard and felt the heat of blaster bols hitting the assembly line as Jaing landed right behind me after jumping. I swung my lightsaber back over my shoulder, intercepting one bolt, taking the full force of the impact rather than deflecting the bolt into a neighboring line.
No line workers tried to grab me or Jaing, and in seconds I was squeezing through the portal with Jaing right behind me.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 17, 2007 8:24:09 GMT -4
Jaing noticed the turbolift doors straight ahead. He pointed towards them as he ran. "That way!" he yelled. He put his hand back on his lightsaber and brought it behind his shoulder, deflecting a stray blaster shot. He reached the turbolift with little difficultly, and pounded on the SUMMON button multiple times. When it became apparent the kriffing idiots upstairs had turn it off, Jaing cut his way into the turbolift shaft, and stood on the lift one story down. He leaned foreword to help Ben and Jacen in.
He grasped the diagonal support bars and lifted himself to the next shaft. Looking down, he could see the turbolift hastily coming his way. "Over here. Quick." Jaing let go, and started to fall. Bracing himself for impact, he hit the roof of the turbolift with almost no sound. Fifty meters up, he saw Jacen and Ben staring down at him.
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Post by hk47fan on Jun 17, 2007 8:43:13 GMT -4
Jacen
I looked over at Jaing in the second shaft then said to Ben "Come on."
I swung over the second shaft, and readied myself for the impact when the turbolift cart hit us. I could feel Ben following my motion, and could feel even it as Ben also began focusing on the aspects of the Force that would allow for the absorption of kinetic energy....
Then the rising car hit us. I absorbed the shock with my knees and with control over the Force and I knew Ben was doing the same, and suddenly we were hurtling upward along the darkened shaft.
I estimated that we'd risen three hundred feet or more before the car executed a rapid deccleration and locked into place a mere three meters before the top of the shaft. Ben, Jaing, and I all grabbed at the support spars on the shaft's side. After a moment's noise from beneath- hissing of opening doors, tramping of feet, conversation, closing doors- the car dropped away and out of sight, leaving them alone in comparative silence at the top of the shaft.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 17, 2007 8:53:22 GMT -4
"Well," Ben said. "I think we're above ground."
"Well aboveground." Jaing ignited his lightsaber and plunged it into the wall opposite of the turbolift doors. Cutting a large circle out for them to hop through, Jaing saw the skyscraper city of Catarnn. He leaned out, holding on to the support rails. The building sloped, then, rather than going straight down.
Ben stuck his head out under Jaing's. "Lubed. I know how to do this."
"Don't say lubed."
"Why not?"
"Because it sounds like something I would say. And I don't think your father would appreciate that. Do you have a grapnel line in your belt?"
"Sure, but I won't need it. I know how to do angle building drops like this."
"Get it ready anyway."
Ben grumbled but pulled the grapnel from his belt and dragged out a few meters of slender, long cord.
"Alright, you first, then."
Ben grinned and leapt outward. Jaing clipped his lightsaber to his belt and followed right after Jacen.
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Post by hk47fan on Jun 17, 2007 9:00:53 GMT -4
Jacen
I jumped after Ben, and I could tell Jaing did the same immediately after me.
We fell a few meters, but Jedi acrobatic training and our control over the Force allowed us to come down with our heels against the angled building wall. From that point it was a simple mater of reducing our inertia, keeping friction maximized between heel and wall surface.
We ran and occasionally slid down the side of the skyscraoer along duracrete strips between broard, high transpirasteel viewports. On the other side of those viewports, we saw faces with mouths open in suprise or disbelief.
I sensed the wind gust a moment before I felt it. I braced myself against it with foot placement and the Force before it hit.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 17, 2007 9:04:19 GMT -4
Jaing braced himself, and rode out the small gust of wind. Ben, less experianced, didn't. Jaing saw his cape flap, and then he was whirled away from the building face, yelling.
Jaing reach out for him, but Ben, mostly clearheaded, was already hurling the grapnel hook towards Jacen. Jaing considered slowing up--because he was already far ahead of them--and did, checking back over his shoulder to see if everything was alright.
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Post by hk47fan on Jun 17, 2007 9:15:03 GMT -4
Jacen
I snatched the grapnel hook out of the air and wrapped the cord several times around my wrist before the cord hit it's maximum length. I braced my arrm against the shock of the impact and withstood it without being dragged off the building front.
With cord control and an extra tug against Ben himself through the Force, I dragged Ben back to the building face. Now I was in front on the descent, Ben meters above and behind. I heard Ben shout to me I could let it go, and his voice sounded very....abashed.
I released the grapnel and said "You know how to do angle building drops like this, huh?"
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 17, 2007 9:23:10 GMT -4
"Can't hear you, too much wind!" Ben called back.
Jaing grinned.
"Up ninety degrees!" Jacen looked up in the direction Ben had indicated. Above just one skyscraper level, a blue-greem flying security vehicle was banking over them. Unless it was armed, there was a low percent of attack chances--
The vehicle's foremost turret fired. Jaing saw the trail of a missile head their way. He sat down, sliding faster. The missile impacted two hundred meters above him, obviously aiming for Ben, but missed. The enemy fighter spun closer, then dived past him and out of sight.
Jaing put on the brakes, standing up again. Out of sight? Jaing leaned foreword slightly. Yes, the building's roof did seem to come to an end about a dozen meters away. The attacker was below the drop point, waiting.
As the distance to the drop-off shortened, he bounced off a bank of viewports, then another, ending up on a duracrete strip headed straight for the point above the fighter. Directly below was the craft. He landed on the canopy.
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Post by hk47fan on Jun 17, 2007 9:42:04 GMT -4
Jacen
I followed Jaing along with Ben, and soon after he did I landed on the wing of the fighter.
Through the transperisteel canopy, I saw a helmeted pilot, her body language showing alarm ar the sudden proximity of her enemy.
She jerked the control yoke. The fighter spun away from the building. In my peripheral vision I saw a grapnel and white cord wrapped around another one of the vehicle's arms.
I grinned. It was a smart enough tactic. All those cables crossing the street would cut an average attacker-assuming an average attacker could end up in this situation- to pieces without doing significant harm to the fighter.
But Jedi weren't average attackers.
Ben pulled himself onto the arm his grapnel had grabbed. His face looked flusted with wind burn, and his red hair had been whipped into an unruly mess.
I ignited my lightsaber and walked over to the canopy, and then began to cut through it.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jun 17, 2007 9:50:18 GMT -4
Jaing shook his index finger slightly, and the comm cabels shook like alarmed serpents. He excerted himself a little bit more, and they parted completely, allowing the ship to struggle through while all the Jedi had to do was tear cabels when they came too close. The pilot looked back,e xpecting to see a severed head or limbless torsos.
Jaing waved at her.
She panicked. She wrenched her control yoke off to the side, an unusual angle, and the canopy blew clear, sending Jacen back into Jaing. An instant later, the pilot's seat ignited and shot her straight into the cables. Ben closed his eyes as different parts of severed limps flew in each direction.
"Let's go," Jaing said.
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