Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:33 pm by Syren
Anaha dragged herself to the next tower, faced with four guards who were at the ready outside the turbolaser's residence. They opened fire on her as soon as she stumbled forward. She was clipped by blaster bolts in half a dozen places as she tried to roll and find cover along the wall.
Abruptly the fire stopped and she felt someone grab her from behind, roughly by the hair at the base of her neck. It was cropped short there, but long enough so that her attacker to gain a good grip. She reached back to grab at whoever had hold of her, but felt her hand easily turned and twisted into her back. She still held her rifle, wildly trying to swing it behind her and drive it into the attacker's kidney.
Instead, she felt his strength slam her against the wall. The impact made her arm go numb, and her fingers loose the rifle over the side of the wall. Her ears still rang from the explosion, so she could not hear the man's words as he shouted, for it was a man that held her.
Grasping her tight, she felt him shift and leap into the air so that they fell rapidly to the courtyard below. She closed her eyes tightly prepared to feel the ground crush some important joint as it rushed towards them. But instead they landed as lightly as a feather.
She made an extra effort to free herself, or at least glimpse her attacker.
=Brinik Poteh=
The Jedi landed in the courtyard, his mind reaching out to the Force and other infiltrator he knew to be somewhere in the courtyard. His black eyes scanned the dark yard searching. He felt his sister redouble her efforts to escape.
In truth, he was glad to have captured her. This would ensure her safety throughout the rest of the war. But still, he knew she would fight him all she could to escape. Their familial bond was tenuous at best. They come from the same parents, same egg even, but they had been separated early because of his talents. They barely knew one another.
Brinik left his senses open wide to gauge the physical whereabouts of his query, the soldiers and guards clanking and creaking into position to surround the courtyard and cut off a means of escape. After the armor ceased clanking, Brinik called into the darkness that might hide Harlow.
"Please. We would rather have no more death and destruction here. Lay down your weapons and surrender. I will allow no harm to come to you."