Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170110195854/@comment-24736819-20170509170417

Quill accelerated, doing as told by the farghul girl.

The mandalorian blockade from the Lower City to the Middle City was about 15 people strong and a gunship, which the duro immediately recognized as a teroch-type ship. Luckily, for the duo, the ship was landed and the 15 folks ensuing the blockade seemed to be its crew.

"Easier than I thought!", Quill heard Sari muttering.

It didn't took long until the smuggling duo was under enemy fire, since they were heading straight to the blockade... weirdly enough, the shots were all passing by as if the Mandalorians were all horrible marksmen.

"Can somebody hit the godsdamned swoop bike?!", he heard one of the mandos growling in rage.

"On it!", both Quill and Sari heard this particular mandalorian, who appeared from within the gunship carrying what looked like a missile launcher.

"Shit!", again, they simultaneously let out.

Sari focused on the mandalorian, knowing that so far she had managed to hide what she was doing but after that there would be no way to fake anything else. She knew the mandalorian had only one shot before needing to recharge and if he missed that shot, then there would be nothing to stop the smugglers to crossing into the Middle City.

"Now! Fire, now!", the mandalorian in charge yelled.

Both Sari and the Rocket launcher mando waited, him for the optimal timing and her for his movement. Just as he was clenching his fingers to fire, the former jedi used her telekinetic prowess to force-aim the weapon sideways, makijg the missile hit a nearby slender, small and habitational building which immediately bended over itself and begun falling towards the blockade.

"A jedi!", the leader of the mandalorians shouted in anger moments before being crumbled by a large chunk of debris.

Quill chose not to say anything and kept going forward, racing against the incoming falling structure that once housed a few lowlife inhabitants of the Lower City. He felt a sharp pain on his left shoulder, but the adrenaline made him ignore it as he dodged the projectiles coming from above.

Finally, after moments of fear and apprehensive driving, the duro rode into the Middle City and begun to slow down.

"Quill?", Sari asked, knowing what happened. She caught him before he fell out of the bike, "Damn it!"