Aaylas'ecura (jedi_blue) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-04 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | aayla secura |
Out and Away
Who: Aayla [narrative] Open to Obi Wan or the droids to find her!
Where: In some alley at a pet store
When: about 1:30 am
Rated: PG for harsh language
The light saber flashed to life, the energy blade cutting through the darkness of the alley with an electric blue crispness that erased shadows and filled the space with anticipation, “I guess you’re thinking about what you’re going to do next?” Aayla asked the two men while her eyes flicked over every detail she could take in; the van,the license plate, the crates they were stealing, the way the men looked. She’d snuck up on them quite easily. Then again she was naturally gifted in stealth.
Of course they were naturally shocked and as seconds ticked they became less shocked and more or less non-believing. “I think you better turn around princess….” The taller of the men snickered and then started snorting. He was the one with the untrimmed mustache and sleeveless plaid shirt and dingy dungarees. His friend next to him had his hands to his mouth and was in a fit of laughter. He wasn’t dressed any better but at least he’d taken the effort to comb through his greasy head of hair. The comb tracks were still laid out against his scalp. “Stop it Mack.” The one with the mustache elbowed the other in the chest. Neither was smiling any more. They were getting pissed; pissed that their crime hadn’t gone un-detected. “Yer makin’ me real angry lady.” He finally reached under his shirt and revealed the pistol he had shoved down his waist band of his jeans.
Aayla looked unconcerned. She didn’t turn around but took a step forward. Her Lekku twirled like snakes. Her mouth pouted while her brow crinkled with focus and concentration. When she sliced the light saber through the air it hummed and broke through the static charge. The air was dry today and tiny sparks danced over the surface as the dust from the crates of pets they were stealing. She’d been watching them for a little while, suspicious of the way they moved and concerned that they were up to no good. When the one with the comb marks had mentioned ripping off the pet store she had taken it upon herself to stop them.
Unfortunately Aayla sometimes forgot that she looked like a costumed freak…some dress-up super hero in latex- lost to the world of imagination. It was strange to come to a world that didn’t know anything besides them selves and when they did know here they only knew her through some one way looking glass into her life and death, “Let’s not be irrational…You can walk away now and no harm will come to you.”
Mack reeled with laughter and the bigger one cocked the trigger, “Irrational? Yer fuckin’ jokin’ right? I’m not the one with tentacles and blue make up making a go at super hero bull shit. I should shoot you and put us all out of miser you fuckin’ freak.” He started to take aim but he knew that the pistol shot would make quite a racket bouncing between the surrounding buildings. If the cops didn’t hear then someone would. He couldn’t afford to get caught.
Aayla proceeded to creep closer to the two in classic defense posture. Her back was straight, her knees were slightly bent and her jedi weapon was rigid and pointed straight to the sky, “All you have to do is put down your weapon and walk away. It isn’t too late” She wasn’t sure what the weapon was being pointed at her but it looked a lot like a blaster.
Finally the name of the taller one with the mustache was revealed when Mack spoke. He seemed agitated,” Pete….This asshole’s serious. She’s some star wars freak fruit loop. Just shoot her already before she causes us more problems.”
Pete really needed to take a second to think about it. They already had a few dogs in the truck. If she was going to keep on nosing in on their business he couldn’t think of any other way BUT to shoot her. One of the dogs in the crate whined and Aayla looked over, her eyebrows knitted in the middle with concern. This was when Pete took his opportunity to shoot his weapon. Aayla’s reflexes were a great deal faster than Pete’s. But, she was expecting a blaster shot and the bullet was nearly invisible in the low light of the alley. It took all her faith in the force to deflect the deadly missile. The force of the gunshot and the blow on her light saber had her knocked back and her head hit the brick wall with a good deal of force. Her brain tails took most of the impact and the pain shot up her lekku rendering her unconscious. She dropped her saber and then followed suit hitting the ground with a thud.
Pete stared at the girl with an open mouth. Mack didn’t need to think about it too much, “Holy FUCK! Did you see that? We gotta get out of here.” Whatever crates were in the alley were haphazardly tossed into the back of the truck. The dogs growled and the cats hissed. Mack needed to push Pete out of his disbelief by giving him a shove, “Come on Pete. That gun shots going to alert the whole neighbor hood. We need to go….NOW.”
Pete looked down at his gun, then across at the blue girl. It was hard to believe that someone had actually made a fucking light sword (or whatever they called them) that actually worked. He looked down at her hand and the hilt of the saber and decided to bend down to nab it. It was heavier than he thought it would be and it sure as hell wasn’t some fake plastic toy from Toy’s R Us or some shit. His thumb found the on switch and the light saber lighted. Carefully he moved it and when he had enough courage he brought it across a chain hanging from an old dumpster. It cut through the metal like a hot knife through butter, “Holy Fuckin’ shit…..” he mumbled. He could cut through anything with this; safes, locks, banks vaults, chains…..If not- he could sell it to some other Star Wars freak like her off e-bay.
Mack was not privy to his plan or his new found treasure, “Jesus Mother and Mary…for Christ’s sake let’s GO!” Finally Pete climbed into the van and peeled out and away.
[OOC:Going to get married! Can't wait to come back!]