STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Learner

The lightsaber twitches as you try to concentrate, then flies off the ground into your hand... just as Mr. Walking Weapon brings his left arm around. He clamps tightly to your robe, and his kinetic pulse concentrator fires just as you ignite your lightsaber. The sheer kinetic force exerted by this weapon renders you unconscious...

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Time has passed, you don't know how much. But you are at least conscious again. Your head is throbbing, as is your wounded arm.

Rianna will sit up, looking around her. Where is she? Is she still in the building they were in? Does she have her lightsaber? Is there anyone else there?

You are confined to a tight cell, hand-cuffed to sturdy pipe along the wall. There is a fine mist floating freely into the room through the air vent, which dissipates into the air as it descends toward you. You feel kind of... loopy, as if you are unable to concentrate on anything.

Your lightsaber is not there.

Rianna is not really claustrophobic but she is still incredibly apprehensive, and would like to know exactly what is going on and where she is.

But the first thing she wants to do is to attempt to block the vent, if possible, to prevent as much of the mist from coming into the room as possible, since that's almost surely why she feels unable to concentrate. She'll test to see if she can stand and remove her cloak; if so, and if she can reach the vent, she'll use her cloak to cover it.

Then she's going to start searching for a way out of here...

The pipe is vertical, so you can stand, the handcuffs sliding up with you.

Your tattered and burnt cloak (which I'm not sure if it is red or brown at this point in Rianna's career), after a bit of wiggling against the wall, manages to slip off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Now, the ceiling of the cell is low... but you do not have the use of your hands.

Heh, her cloak (and robes in general) are mostly dark brown.

And, well, she does have Lift...so using the Force would be feasible, right? Wouldn't be so precise as doing it by hand, I'm sure, but if it'd still get it covered up...

It is then that you realize that whoever has you captive is playing it smart. With those fumes making you dizzy and unable to concentrate, it is staggeringly difficult to use the Force. Each time you manage to levitate your cloak, it only goes so far before you lose it.

And that is when one side of the cell slides open and Mr. Walking Weapon strides in, looming over you.

Dizzy and frustrated, Rianna slides back down so that she is sitting on the ground, and glares up at Mr. WW.

"Oh, look who it is," she snaps nastily at him, letting her frustration get the better of her even though she knows she shouldn't. "Have you come to explain what is going on here? Because I'd certainly like to know."

Mr. Walking Weapon grunts and steps aside.

Behind him is Xirdal Roch, the Councillor of Beseedra. Sporting a perfectly white labcoat, he looks less pale by comparison, though the contrast with his black, finely-combed hair is still as staggering as you remember it.

"How was your rest, young Jedi?" he asks with a wicked grin.

"You're not going to look so smug when Coruscant finds out about this," Rianna says, turning her glare to him. "Whatever this is. So, were the pirates a set up? Are they your lackeys? And I don't think the Jedi Council nor the Senate will be very pleased with whatever you're up to."

"All will be explained, I assure you," Xirdal says, "but very good guess about the pirates! Yes, it was a set up. But... I don't think Coruscant is going to hear about this. Not until it is too late to stop it."

"How about you start explaining, now?" Rianna replies. "And I don't think they'll sit idly and do nothing. We were with Senator Palpatine, remember. He should have arrived on Naboo by now. They won't take a Senator and his Jedi protectors gone missing lightly."

"Of course I know," Xirdal says. "But no suspicion lies with me, I'm afraid. They will not think to look for you here. Jarko, release her."

Mr. Walking Weapon grunts and extends a katar from one of his knuckles. With one hand he grabs you by the throat and with the other he cuts her handcuffs apart so that your hands are free. He then drops you and steps out of the cell, standing behind Xirdal.

"Come, walk with me," Xirdal says, smiling.

"Why should I cooperate or trust you at all?" Rianna snaps back, rubbing her wrists after having been released and fixing her glare back on Mr. Walking Weapon. She also really wishes she had her lightsaber...

"Because I can tell you what is going on," Xirdal says. "Or, if you like, I can have Jarko kill you right now. Which do you prefer?"

The handcuffs are still around your wrists, but Jarko has cut the center so that they are not attached.

"Fine," Rianna states, getting to her feet and moving to follow after him.

"Your little 'pet' here is lucky I don't have my lightsaber right now..." she says quietly to herself.

Jarko frowns, but he says nothing.

You are walking down a long dark corridor from your cell, toward a blast door.

"Your name was Rianna, was it not?" Xirdal asks.

"Why do you care to know?" Rianna says. "And how do I know you're not going to simply kill me shortly anyway?"

"What choice do you have, girl?" Xirdal asks, harshly. "It was you that chose to come to Beseedra! It is your own folly that has led you to this moment."

As the effects of the disorienting fumes wear off, you can once again sense the firm, angry mind of Xirdal.

"We did not choose. We were assigned to go to Beseedra. And even if there had been any choice involved, it certainly would not have been mine! In case you have not noticed, I'm a Padawan. I go where my Master says I go. Perhaps if you didn't want anyone coming to investigate, you should not have made things so noticeable." Rianna replies, just as harshly.

"And what of the other pair of Jedi that went missing? Did you decide they must die simply because they stopped on Beseedra to refuel their ship? Where is Ciira?"