rex, if it's a normal gun with normal laser fire and I can reach the guys taking the shoots, I activate my dual lightsabre and take them apart so I can focus on sending the shots back at the gun to destroy it and in the mean time strike people down who are too close
if it's not a normal gun and it shoots a **** of a granate or whatever, something that can't be blocked with my sabre, I activate my dual lightsabre (but don't take them apart) so that if I get attacked I can defend myself with some spinning and chopping
now, after that, if Terran is close-by, I jump with the force to her and land in front of her (to reflect the shots back to the gun if possible, if not I quickly check if she's ok)
if she's not, I use force-run with my sabres making sure no one can get close-by (also to get in front of her, reflecting shots if possible or to check her)
The door buckles and warps, the glass cracking, and you manage to tear it and send it flying at the guards. Neat! The one that was taunting Endecano drops his jaw as well as his gun, a standard pistol.
He might be useful, seeing as you lack your other weapons. Maybe they are locked away somewhere he might know of?
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There are about 15 guards, spreading their fire between Sol-leks, Tyr, and the rest of you. Legion and Terran are busy with the gun and getting on the ground...er...laying wounded on the ground... 😉
Legion, you bat the shots into the gunner and his ammunition man, and then the ammo stockpile next to the gun. BOOM! Big flash and scrap metal. Terran puts pressure on her wound, glancing at her saber as it skitters away to Quor. She uses the Force to pull it back, and it sits suspended in the air.
"Damn it, give me my lightsaber!" she says.
(Suddenly, Terran is wearing a skimpy outfit and is lying in bed... 😛 )
Quor was trying to get it for himself, apparently. But with your combined pulls, it flies back to Terran. She ignites it.
"Let's get to the command center. They'll probably go into lock down, but that's not much of a problem..." Terran says, putting pressure on her wound with one hand. She instinctively turns and blocks a bolt from one of the guards. Since that explosion, they have taken notice of you, though Tyr is preocuppying them.
"Quor!"
when he looks (who controls him?) I point to the guard that made a shot at Terran to get him to occupy the dude.
"Let's go, Terran, lean on me, we can still block the shots, though I would like to check the wound when we're not under fire"
*helps Terran to the command center... keeping her closer than when you normally help someone to lean on you 😉*
You dog you... 😛
Terran leans on you, but you are moving slower than the others and the guards.
The guards at the command center rush inside, firing a few inaccurate, hurried shots as the blast door closes...make that three blast doors...eek. You aren't going to be able to cut through that. Maybe there is another way.
((Thanks Zink, threats are my specialty, lol.))
He watched as the door bent and folded in an unusual manner, with his arms crossed across his chest while standing by the door way. He felt how the force flactuated as he used it, his sensitivity to the force was quite strong for being a non Jedi, a good ability to seek others with the ability to use the force.
Quickly he dropped his arms, and seemed to moved in a blur as he followed the door as it flew towards one of the guards, his ability to use the force was limited but he seemed to be skilled in the basics but uses them at a lower level. His anger also helped in strengthening his abilities.
His robes flapped behind him as he ran like a dark blue blurr, with his hand opened he places his palm and fingers around the guard's neck, and pushed him into the wall. Slowly he lifted him up, but choking him a bit, but not enough to kill him.
"Tell me weakling..." He spoke in common calmly, but still, the hint of anger was noticeable in each syllable. "Where is our equipment...tell me now before you join your...friend... over there."
Slowly he turned his head to the fallen guard, who was barely visible except for his limbs since he was splattered into the wall by the cell door. It was a bloody mess, perhaps the beginning of a massacre.
It is too thick, is the problem. Your blade wouldn't reach the other side of the door.
Unless of course, you WANT to fry your lightsaber hilt and burn your hands while cutting...
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Yes, he is VERY splattered...in fact, the door is crushed into one of the cells across the way, the glass...erm...yeah, you get the idea...
"Put me down and let me live and I'll tell you!" he demands, grabbing at your hands.
He growled angrily at the guard as it demanded to be let down, and pressed his neck closer to the wall his fingers tightening a bit. He moved forward, where his tentacles was quite close to the guard's face, and spoke. His black eyes reflected the guard's contorted face.
"You sir... are in no position to negotiate... tell me now... or sufferrrrr..."
Quickly, he took the guard down after taking out the information that he was useful for, and wrapped his arm around the guard, choking him once again. But this time, he was there for another use, with the guard placed before him, he had a living shield, or perhaps a hostage.
He extended his other hand towards the pistol, and pulled it quickly into his hand using the force. With a grip on the weapon, he placed his arm on the guard's shoulders, and began shooting at the other guards.
He was going to ask for help from the others, but his pride kept him from doing so, and just cursed to himself in his native language.