Continuing and equally well-advised adventures

[tobeajedi]

[At long last, Vima and Rex have reached the next station. It seems like they've wound up in the countryside--there's lots of vaguely bluish wheat waving around the station, some buildings and shiny silos that look like a town.

It's hard to say if it's closer to Vima's time or Rex's time. Really, it all looks extremely innocuous. If someone went out of their way to build an innocent little farming community, this is probably the kind of picture they would paint.]

Hm... looks like we're in the middle of nowhere. [Vima puts on her train worker's vest again.] But I've got a funny feeling this place isn't as pointless as it looks.

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[tobeajedi]

This is a lousy way to go about protecting their secrets!

[Vima's hand goes to the lightsaber at her belt, hidden beneath the vest. She swallows. She's trained in lightsaber combat, and even blind to the Force, Ulic had been an excellent teacher. But this is the first time she's ever been in a real combat situation--the first time as a participant, not a scared four-year-old caught up in an ambush. She draws the lightsaber, but she doesn't turn it on just yet.

With that in mind... it's a relief to be standing next to a veteran soldier right now, no matter the ethics that were involved in his becoming one.]

At least they're only trying to stun us, but--[She looks up as another blue bolt zips by overhead.] I really don't want to end today in jail.

[She is sort of trying for breezy but it's not working at all. But there is a pause in the salvo. When Rex takes that peep tere are about four security-uniformed guards standing there, blasters still aimed at the crates. One of them is on some kind of comm, and the one with rank stripes raises his voice.]

Come out with your hands up! We've got backup on the way, so don't think you can run!

[ct_7567]

Kriff it. I'm not spending the rest of my life in some off-planet prison, [ Rex swears, and wastes no time leaping into action. He prefers not to kill those whose only crime is technically doing their jobs so he switches his blasters to stun - but make no mistake, the moment he thinks that lethal measures are necessary, he's not going to hesitate to do what has to be done. It's been a long time since killing has made him squeamish and, quite frankly, most of the clankers he destroys are just doing their jobs too. It doesn't stop him from putting a hole right through their systems anyway.

A blaster in each hand, he takes his shot, shooting with the sort of quick efficiency that betrays his being accustomed to fielding much larger swaths of enemies than this. Shaking, a few of the guards crumple to the ground. ]

My blasters are on stun, [ he yells above the noise. ] Choose your fight wisely, boys. Let us go, and it will stay that way.