[Day 3 - MM] The Jedi Distraction [Event]

[13th Sister]

13th Sister tried to hold on but her saber comes free as she flung high into the air before plummeting down and deep into the chasm of the Wound gone from sight...

OOC: Destiny Flip for if there is no body...

Sister 13 Hang on!: 3eP+2eA+4eD 0 successes

[Sinnya]

It worked!

"It worked!"

Of course, the TIE was still in a sickening spin. Sinnya wrestled with the control yoke...

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OOC:
Obviously there's no body! I expect nothing less from ZE INQUISITION.

Will wait here and let others react when they get back on!

[Verse Aura]

"She can *totally* do that," Verse exclaimed when asked whether the inquisitor could do that impressive jump.

She'd already been in the process of taking out her own lightsaber when Sinnya decided spinning was a good trick. "Woaw, wai--"

Fortunately, the gambit worked; and the crazy Sith plummeted down into the wound. After all this, Verse was under no illusion that they'd have seen the last of her, but at least it seemed like they wouldn't have to deal with her for a little while.


(don't suppose there's any chance of grabbing her lightsaber that got stabbed through the canopy before it's lost too?)

[Dapper Dog]

OOC: Last she saw was the weapon was with the Inquisitor.

[Sinnya]

With considerable effort, Sinnya wrenched the TIE out of its spin. Not a moment too soon, either--at least according to her unsettled stomach.

"Whew." She blew out a shaky breath. "In the tribes there are stories about people skilled with the Gift jumping between trees like glider lizards. I never saw anything like it, though."

Quickly, without taking her focus off the controls for long, she looked back over her shoulder and flashed Verse a holy shit, we did it grin. "You think the others still need us? Otherwise, I think we want to set down someplace safe. Soon." The TIE was limping slightly, its aerodynamics compromised by the Inquisitor's saber attack, and wind whistled through the damaged canopy. Moreover, the Inquisitor had flagged their craft as stolen, and Sinn wasn't sure how many pursuers she could handle even if the TIE was in perfect repair.

[Verse Aura]

"Check the radio, if they need us, we can move in. Otherwise keep out of sight I guess," she said, enjoying the light breeze the cockpit was now experiencing.

"That was some good flying," she added.

[Sinnya]

"Thanks." Sinnya giggled, the craziness of the whole adventure getting to her again. "You, uh, do this often?"

She flicked a couple of comm switches, finding the Resistance channel. "Transport, come in. Transport, this is Speeder Blue. Or, uh, Flyer Blue? Are you away safe?" Please don't let them all be Purged, whatever that means. "Do you need backup? The Inquisitor is... out of the picture for now."

[Verse Aura]

"Not since the war," she said, "I'm a little bit rusty."

Verse of course was actually a year younger than Sinnya, and the war had ended four years ago. But then, Jedi had been thrown into that whole conflict from a very early age.

"I'm sure they're fine, purging sounds pretty bad, but I believe in them."

[Sinnya]

"The war? You mean... the Clone War?"

Under normal circumstances Sinn would be skeptical that someone younger than her (if she was guessing Mirialan ages accurately, anyway) had fought in a war that, to her, was rather distant in both space and time. Bankor had never been a focus of conflict, and she'd still been a kid when it ended... but when it came to Jedi, sure, she could believe just about anything at the moment.

[Sinnya]

Just then...

Djanik tapped the comms.

"This is Gnapple hauler - we're clear."

With a faint smile, he added "You can head back."

"Oh, good. Um... Where's 'back?'"

[Verse Aura]

"Well yeah, that's the one," she said, a bit puzzled. What other wars had there been? She couldn't have missed an entire war happening somewhere without hearing about it, right?

"See?" She smiled when word came over the radio. "They're fine. Although... what's a gnapple?"

[Sinnya]

"You were in the Clone War but you don't know what a gnapple is?" Sinnya sounded puzzled and a bit incredulous, though her back was still to Verse, making her expression hard to see.

She pulled the TIE around. "They're fruits that grow on trees around Jaklu. You can cook them or just eat them raw." It was such a normal topic that she could almost forget she was at the controls of a stolen Imperial starfighter. Almost. "You think if we fly this thing back to where we all got off the prisoner transport, Yusandr's people can hide it? I don't know what else to do with a stolen vehicle this big."

[Verse Aura]

"Oh, well... are they native to the planet? That might be why I don't know them. Are they anything like Bellassan Groundapples?"

The conversation turned to more important things; "Probably. I mean, it's not that big, is it? I can barely move in here!"

[Sinnya]

"I don't know those..." The TIE wobbled in an updraft off the sunny side of a dune, and Sinnya was quiet for a few moments while she figured out how to stabilize it. "Tell you what, if we land this thing in one piece, I'll treat you to a gnapple. A dozen gnapples."

She shed altitude and speed as Rygor approached. This was definitely the fastest craft she'd ever flown, and they needed to come in unnoticed. "I hope I can find that warehouse..."

[Verse Aura]

"Ooh, you promise?"

The thought of a dozen gnapples, whatever they were, was exciting.

"Isn't it that one over there?" She said, pointing over Sinnya's shoulder at a structure on the horizon.

[Sinnya]

"Sure. Promise." She leaned forward, following Verse's pointing finger. "You're right, that looks like it. We're almost home... or else we're about to make some other warehouse manager really confused." She hoped her giggle didn't sound too unhinged.