Post by Salt on Dec 7, 2008 21:32:39 GMT -5
The twi'lek, burly, darkly hued and shirtless, hovered nearby. A vibroknife twitched in his hand. He was slightly hunched, poised, the knife and his free hand both held ready in front of him. He feinted once, twice. The knife flipped blade-downward in his grip, then he sprung himself at his target.
His knife arm was caught as it came down in a slash from the left. He found his body lifted up as his arm arched through with the continued momentum and carried him over the top of his victim. In a flash, he felt his back smash into the all-too-thin padding on the durasteel floor. His knife, too, was no longer in his possession.
When the winded haze began to dissipate, his ears were filled with a cacophony of laughter from the others in the room. He shook his head clear and grudgingly took the hand extended down to him. He felt another hand clap his shoulder as he got to his feet.
"Nicely done, Gil. You were much faster this time."
The twi'lek snorted, rubbing the growing bruise on his back. "Didn't seem to help me any." With a predatory grin he slapped the other man's stomach. "Put a blaster in my hand, Echani, and we'll see how fast you are."
"For my sake," said the other, "I hope we never find the answer to that."
The communicator panel on the wall crackled. "We've broken atmo. Should only be a few minutes before we hit Drev'starn. We'll drop you off at Merchant's Square, Taryn, and I'll meet you back at the CCC building."
"Best go clean yourself up, Taryn," said Gil. "Gathering information is always easier when you don't smell like a dead rycrit."
Taryn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Let me know when we make port." He stuffed the vibroknife into his belt. "For the rest of you," he said, "make sure not to drink too much. We will be continuing this when we get back."
The group dispersed with a handful of groans, and Taryn made his way to the refresher station.
His knife arm was caught as it came down in a slash from the left. He found his body lifted up as his arm arched through with the continued momentum and carried him over the top of his victim. In a flash, he felt his back smash into the all-too-thin padding on the durasteel floor. His knife, too, was no longer in his possession.
When the winded haze began to dissipate, his ears were filled with a cacophony of laughter from the others in the room. He shook his head clear and grudgingly took the hand extended down to him. He felt another hand clap his shoulder as he got to his feet.
"Nicely done, Gil. You were much faster this time."
The twi'lek snorted, rubbing the growing bruise on his back. "Didn't seem to help me any." With a predatory grin he slapped the other man's stomach. "Put a blaster in my hand, Echani, and we'll see how fast you are."
"For my sake," said the other, "I hope we never find the answer to that."
The communicator panel on the wall crackled. "We've broken atmo. Should only be a few minutes before we hit Drev'starn. We'll drop you off at Merchant's Square, Taryn, and I'll meet you back at the CCC building."
"Best go clean yourself up, Taryn," said Gil. "Gathering information is always easier when you don't smell like a dead rycrit."
Taryn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Let me know when we make port." He stuffed the vibroknife into his belt. "For the rest of you," he said, "make sure not to drink too much. We will be continuing this when we get back."
The group dispersed with a handful of groans, and Taryn made his way to the refresher station.
