Log Date: 10/12, 10/13/98 Log Cast: Azya, Sinjon, Ozzle, Tarlin, Rabid, Shenner, Patrick, Luke, Alyndraya, Jali, Webb, Jeff_Boesch, Normack, Defcon, Bochek, Morrison, Troy, Ross, Joir, Mimi, Stalh, Dracolysk, assorted NPC marines, Calder (NPC) Log Intro: Following two small encounters with Luke Skywalker in which she'd timidly confessed that she needed his help, Shenner has been trying to bide her time, acting on what advice the Jedi has been able to give her about resolving her nightmare problems. Knowing that Luke is undoubtedly up to his Jedi eyebrows in trouble of some kind or other, the young musician has kept what attention she has available out for some sign of how she might help Luke if she can, but thus far she hasn't crossed paths with him very often. She has, however, witnessed building conflict between him and the Dark Jedi who had wounded Jessalyn -- Ozzle -- and she was there when Luke and Ozzle very nearly came to blows in the Sandbar. Not long after that encounter, the redheaded girl stumbles across the next round of the Jedi conflicts that have been coming to a boil in Plaxton City.... ---------- You walk into Fountain Square. Fountain Square - Plaxton City The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small patch of green that is the center of Plaxton City. A stone fountain -still in place from another time- sits in the center of the square. It depicts a young woman looking into the sky. water flares around her and bursts into a star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 'Farewell, for all journeyers that leave this place shall always return to call it home.' Wandering the square throughout the day are Caspar Marines; some off-duty and enjoying their downtime while on-duty commandos in full armor and uniform keep watch over the area. Despite the commandos' aggresive appearance, they are viewed with admiration and respect from most of the citizens, some of them even joking and talking with families. The night sky above is cloudy with patches of clear spots allowing you to see the sky behind them. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Rabid => Luke => Tajan => Ozzle => Sinjon_Teague => Webb => Brouillard => SWOOP: Mobquet Flare-S -- Super Taj => Jeff_Boesch => Normack => Jali => Azya => Bochek => IGNews Terminal - Caspar => Mail Terminal: Caspar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ndbar leads to The Sandbar. outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City. orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City. Azya steps out of the fountain, sighing as she realizes her boots are on the other side of the fountain. o O (Ah, well...it was their night to go, I guess.) Smiling slightly, she looks around the square for somewhere to put Jali. Sinjon turns towards the falling form of Jali for the briefest of moments allowing himself to be distracted for that briefest of instants. Ozzle approaches Teague now, his self-important tone demanding attention. "So, Teague, you've returned. Yet another blight on our system... I'd thought you'd realized how little your presence here is appreciated and left for good. Perhaps you should have." His eyes are piercing vermillion, rutheless and angry. Tarlin leaves the SandBar. Tarlin has arrived. Azya turns to the two men, and smiles. 'Well...looks like I'm no use here so I'll leave her in your care..." She sighs, looking towards the Jedi. "Take care of her..." With that, she turns, heading towards the west. The men nod to Azya. Tarlin walks out of the bar and heads straight for Bochek Rabid steps slowly out SandBar, strolling along at his usual casual pace. His attention is focused down on the datapad he holds in his hand. He takes a few more steps out into the square, before glancing up and taking in the odd occurances in the square. It's a distracted Shenner who slips into the square, her leather knapsack on her shoulder, her route taking her on an angle towards the east. Patrick leaves the SandBar. Patrick has arrived. Azya heads down West Blake St. Azya has left. Patrick exits the bar and looks around at the large crowd. Tarlin looks at patrick and points at the bar Luke moves closer to the crowd, spying of all people his friend the Mashi.. and of course Ozzle. He closes his eyes briefly and sets his jaw. Moving near the two he asides to Sinjon softly with a wary scowl toward Ozzle, "What's going on?" The man's blue eyes focus intently on the Sarian, but it's obvious he isn't going to do anything until he gets an idea of Sinjon's predicament.. if any. A smile grows on the lips of the Horansi as his attention becomes focused on the Sarian, "Well Ozzle, we meet again. You forget that this is my home and I will not leave it volutarily as I did my other. It is your presense that is not a welcomed one. You leave nothing but darkness to whatever you touch. I am here to heal what you have caused to fester and disease. Go back to your spider's web where you are more at home," rumbles the Horansi. Alyndraya enters the square from the west. Alyndraya has arrived. As Jali is carrying to the other side of the fountain, the peace that covered her for a little bit snaps, fading into oblivion and she screams, "Put me down!!!" A terrorized scream. And she struggles to free herself from the man carrying her, fighting violently suddenly, panic and fear pouring from her mind to those aware of such matters. Webb mutters quietly to Brouillard, "This could be interesting, but it isn't going to be pretty," and moves to rest his hand upon the Kylan-3 holstered at his hip, more out of habit than of any intent to draw it... yet. Luke flashes brightly at Jali's outburst then turns the fierceness of his gaze upon Ozzle, blurting into Sinjons conversation, "What have you done to her?" he motions briefly to the woman.. then blinks at the Mashi.. maybe he knows. Tarlin stops near Bochek and whispers "You have two choices go have a beer or what ever or go to jail for desturbing the peace. Jeff_Boesch with a frustrated look across his face he looks to CMDR Brouillard. He begins to move in her direction saying something in a hush voice for her to hear only. Ozzle shakes his head slowly, ignoring all others, including the straw-haired Jedi who has approached him. "You're a fool, Teague. The system has increased in prosperity since you left and my ability to run much of the economic process has solidified. We are the center of galactic diplomacy now, no thanks to you but by my own design. You merely return when it is convinient for you, but you don't realize what you've walked into. This IS my web, Horansi, and you've flown right into it." Patrick walks around the group to an area of the fountain that is relatively unoccupied. Tarlin motions to patrick Webb frowns slightly at Ozzle's speech, and mutters to Brouillard, "Now /there/ is a disturbing thought." Normack makes his way toward his men as they approach him. Normack simply nods to them as one of them carries Jali. Normack simply looks at Jali and says lightly to himself mostly,"It seems she is something of a beacon for trouble." He glances around the area and spots Ozzle speaking with the Horansi and the very reknowned persona of Luke. As Jali begins struggling the man carrying her tightens his grip as he also covers her mouth with his gloved hand. The other man comes in to help restrain the now reagitated woman. Normack simply grins and says to his men,"Let's get her out of here, quietly." The men take advantage that the scene has refocused on the three men at the center to start getting the woman out of this entire aggrevating scenario. The men head south. The slender redheaded musican who's crept into the square can be seen to jolt... to stop... and gape at the gathering in the middle of the place. Shenner immediately looks to all sides, looking for a place to easily and swiftly vanish into the backdrop. Defcon enters the square from the west. Defcon has arrived. Patrick notices Tarlin and steadily makes his way to him keeping an eye on anyone and everyone. Tarlin motions to defcon and morrison Bochek's attention is rudly disrupted from the escalating situation of Jedi anger. He looks into the mans eyes, and frowns slightly. "Excuse me, sir." The word 'sir' being in a less than respectful tone. "What exactly am I doing wrong? I am a law abiding citizen enjoying a peacful evening at the square." Morrison walking north toward fountain square Morrison and his two guards notice the intense situations and move toward the corner of a darkened building. Defcon is walking slowly down West Blake street, as he enters the square he looks up to see a large crowd. He sees Tarlin motioning to him, he approaches him and looks at him, "What is going on?" Sinjon nods sagely, "If this is your web then we are the torch to burn the darkness from Caspar. Your wishes that I had left are in vain, because whenever your evil goes, I will be there to fight it with my friends." Tarlin grins "Free drinks in the bar" Tarlin looks at Bochek "your presence is not helping to keep a stable enviroment in fact it is acting agenst it so unless you move ill throw your hide in jail" Bochek frowns even more, now looking rather annoyed. "I am very proud of you for trying to bribe me into that place, for whatever -twisted- reason you wield, but I am quite content here." With that he nods, and turns away from the officer. Defcon looks at him and smiles, "Sorry I don't drink while I'm on duty." Troy enters the square from the south. Troy has arrived. Luke nods succintly as Sinjon speaks, "He's right Ozzle." he intones deadpan, "We're stronger than you realize. You can't keep up this mental torture of everyone you encounter. It stops here." Rabid slips the datapad into his coat, and strolls towards the fring of the crowd begining to form around the jedi. His hands are clasped behind his back, and he watches the scene with a passive expression. Alyndraya heads down West Blake St. Alyndraya has left. Shenner melts back the way she came, running off pale-faced to the north. You walk north down Mergansar Ave. North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City This end of town looks like it's newly refurbished. A large traffic circle directs the ground car traffic at this now busy intersection. The circle itself is full of lush, green grass. Sitting in the middle of the grass is a trolley car. A plaque identitfies it as being named Cally, for one of Blake's crew. Overlooking the area from the north is the Old Clock Tower, frozen at __:__, one hour before Liberation, and still streaked with blast marks from the conflict of the past. The night sky above is cloudy that drift along slowly, changing shapes has they go. -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- orth leads to Bridgewater Park, Residential Area -- Plaxton City. est leads to Commerce Square - Plaxton City. ast leads to Castle Rock Road - Plaxton City. outh leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. [Shenner, however, doesn't stay away too long. Deeply concerned for Luke and Sinjon, the young musician shortly returns to the scene of the conflict...] You walk into Fountain Square. Fountain Square - Plaxton City < Desc deleted > -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Ross => Joir => Troy => Defcon => Patrick => Tarlin => Rabid => Luke => Tajan => Ozzle => Sinjon_Teague => Webb => SWOOP: Mobquet Flare-S -- Super Taj => Jeff_Boesch => Normack => Jali => Morrison => Bochek => IGNews Terminal - Caspar => Mail Terminal: Caspar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ndbar leads to The Sandbar. outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City. orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City. Defcon looks at the sudden commotion of what is happening between the jedi, his hand drops to his blaster. Ross heads down West Blake St. Ross has left. Luke reacts quickly, moving his glowing green blade horizontally to catch the force lash. It crackles ominously as it contacts the blade, lighting up the young Jedi's face, which is laden with intensity as he battles to free his weapon. "Don't.. underestimate.. me.." he grunts, finally knocking the force lash away with an exhalation of air. He brings the saber up vertically in front of his body and waves it with a droning hum. His eyes flick to the Horansi and the ball of energy hurtling toward him.. The marine quikly grab the man and hauls him away from here Jeff_Boesch looks extremely pissed at CMDR Ross's action. He looks to ENS Patrick, "Follow me Ensign." he then jogs towards Webs and begins talking with him. In the shadows more movement can be seen. Another man joins the group, his form outlined momentarily. He seems to be carrying a case. The four men converse briefly and two split away from the shadows and enter the building. Patrick follows Jeff to Webb. Jeff_Boesch mutters to Webb, "Sergent, this... blown... of... think we... this..." Webb mutters to Jeff, "Duck and cover... Shenner comes into the square once more... but not very far. Pressing herself against a sturdy building's wall behind her, the girl stops a good distance away from the melee, doing her best to melt into the pattern of bricks and pretend she isn't there. But it's obvious where her attention is riveted: on the melee in the middle of the square. As Joir reaches Troy he turns to examine the comotion, noticing for the first time Ozzle and Skywalker. Instantly recognising the later man from years of military indoctrination he visibly stiffens, previously emotionless face drawn into a grim, almost hateful snarl. Patting his jacket to ensure that he is armed, he leans closer to Troy and mutters something to him. Patrick looks back and forthe between Webb and Jeff, "What was that?" he says in a hushed tone. Joir mutters to Troy, "... Jedi scum... here..." Sinjon brings his own saber to life slashing at the globe of energy but a moment too late. The energy engulfes the Horansi, the smell of burnt flesh and hair fills the air for a moment before the energy disappates into steam as Sinjon plunges into the fountain water. Jeff_Boesch mutters to Patrick, "... what we called... one knows... the CoC broke... Get LT Tarvin..." Troy pulling out his blaster as sparks start to Fly he states to Joir as he finds some place he may be able to use as cover.."I have know idea..." Ozzle turns to Skywalker, his voice a snarl eminating from deep within his throat. "I don't underestimate you, Skywalker. I merely know your limitations. And they are many." With a fierce growling noise, he pulls his arms back over his head, the trailing whip of energy slashing towards the Jedi's face. Patrick nods and hurries over to Lt. Tarlin, "Sir," he says as he salutes, "Lt. Boesch asked me to get you over with the rest of us." Morrison , from the shadows leans against the wall. He withdraws both his blasters and holds them to his chest. One of his men accompany him. The other two are now in the second story of the building. Tarlin nods and walks to the fountain Patrick follows Tarlin back over. Pale, distinctly shaken, Shenner at her building corner flinches at the lash of Ozzle's whip. _C'mon, Luke,_ she urges the blond Jedi, _beat him, c'mon, you can do it, -please-...!_ Conflicting urges seize the young musician, one driving her around the corner out of sight, the other making her lean around to keep her green gaze locked on the conflict. Luke jumps to avoid the energy lash aimed at him. It nicks his boot with a hiss as the Jedi goes rolling in the air over Ozzles head. He lands with a thud and a grunt, his own weapons blade hurtling toward Ozzle in a diagonal motion toward his right shoulder.. Jali's form can be seen to on the ground a ways away, struggling against the force-feeding of alcohol that Normack pours. Fighting against the men, but after a several minutes of continued struggling, the fear in her eyes dulling slowly, but still there, unaware of what is going on around her, but still afraid of it. Unaware that the key to her survive is fighting the key to her torment and the deadly forces that are involved. Rabid remains where he is, despite the rush of people away from the battle going on. He calmly brings his arms from behind his back, and lifts his right wrist up to his mouth, obviously speaking into a comlink. "Declaring....fountain....am observing situtation.", he can be heard muttering into the device. Ozzle rolls toward the ground to avoid the lightsaber projectile. As he moves underneath it, he lashes out his own weapon, curling the whip around the blade of the green saber. He jumps to his feet and cracks the lightwhip, sending the Jedi's weapon hurtling far away from the fight. "I expected more, Skywalker. Your reputation precedes you, but evidently, it is more myth than fact." He lunges forward, the stream of blue light circling over his head. Normack simply looks at the extreme relaxation coming over Jali. He is content that she has stopped struggling but at the same time he had to use his expensive liquor to do it. Defcon finally reaching Rabid through the crowd listens to the announcement over the headset and then nods to Rabid. Dripping with water Sinjon emerges from the fountain, his saber flashing liquid silver. The Horansi is burnt badly in many places and he stands a bit shakily but his eyes are locked on the evil Sarian. He leaps next to the now weaponless Luke, ready to protect his friend. In the second story of the building a black pipe emerges from behind a white curtain. Aiming toward the location where the Jedi's fight. Luke exhales sharply and stares at the empty palm where his saber hilt once resided. He flashes incredulously at Ozzle, panting slightly. The saber flips several times through the air before landing with a thud on the grass. The safety mechanism disengages it. Sinjon! Half-hidden behind that corner, Shenner watches the Horansi's damp arising with a surge of relief, and she mutters aloud without knowing it, "C'mon, Sinjon, help him, c'mon...!" Her appointment to meet the returning members of the Sandbar's band entirely forgotten, the girl watches the fight with ardent, urgent hope, leaning a little farther into view, biting her lip and clenching one fist hard enough to drive her nails into her palm. Webb's glance casts upon Shenner for a moment... 'Damn,' he thinks to himself... too many bloody innocents about and this is a /very/ complicated situation to be involved in... Right now he hasn't a bloody clue how to stop these people... or if he wants to stop them. His gaze comes to rest upon Jali now, and he mutters, "Sirs, if you'll excuse me, I have urgent orders to take care of." At this, Webb promptly sprints away from the officers, drawing his Kylan-3 in mid-stride, moving towards Jali. Troy seeing Webb bolt..."hey wait up.." and follows.. Patrick looks to his empty holster and mutters something and glances at Webb. Red eyes flashing with hatred, Ozzle's attention switches quickly from the disarmed Jedi to the fully-armed but damaged Horansi. He slashes his whip toward the Mashi, aiming it at the shoulder that took the fiery impact. "You should have stayed down, cat." The voice is like a lifeless echo now. Tarlin turns and follows webb with side arm in hand Jeff_Boesch looks to Webb as he darts off then whispers something to LT Tarlin. Patrick watches the rest of his companions run and then shrugs and follows. Luke takes advantage of Ozzle's momentary distraction with Sinjon and stretches out his arm. On command, the saber hurtles toward it landing in his palm as it engages once more, "You shouldn't let down your guard." he says tersely as he maneuvers in a circular pattern around the Sarian. Webb growls to Troy, "Hope these two can keep our red-eyed friend busy. Right now, we have someone who's going to need a bit of assistance. After that..." He snorts somewhat derisively, "What do you think, Mr. Mactavish... my state to which I have sworn loyalty, or my bloody conscience?" The Ranger bears a rather severe expression as he approaches Normack, levelling the muzzle of his Kylan-3, "Drop her... now... please." Unaware that Sergeant Webb has spotted her, Shenner continues to watch the fight. Her slim young form remains pressed half behind that corner, but her face is full in view, mouth moving slightly as she mutters under her breath -- cheering Luke and Sinjon on, if such can be said for someone with such a desperate look on her white countenance. Patrick catches up and stops next to the rest of the crew. Troy as he runs with Webb...and says "Do whats right...its always right..." and pulls his weapon on Normack.. Sinjon staggers as the whips scores a nick on the damaged shoulder before being blocked by the white-silver blade of his own saber. "I thought you learned before that I am not that easily subdued. I gain strength from my companion. You only know a fraction of the power of the Force. You are one, we are many..." He begins to circle Ozzle as well. Mimi enters the square from the south. Mimi has arrived. Patrick looks to the others, "anyone have an extra sidearm?" Morrison leans against the wall of the building talking into his comlink. He see's the Marines heading toward the men and the woman on the ground. He brings his blasters up to his chest. Ozzle refuses to be be in the center of this... -Can't let them close in on me, need to fight one on one as much as possible...- He leaps into the air, tucking into a roll as he flips over Skywalker. He lands on the ground behind the human in a kneeling position, and flails at the man's ankles, hoping to diable the more powerful opponent quickly. Webb looks over at Patrick for a moment... leave it to the Ranger to always have a surplus of weapons... in this case a tidy little XiX blaster pistol in a holster beneath his shoulder. A sleek little weapon, with a nasty punch... looks like it could be poured into the wielders hand, "You have 60 shots before you need to recharge, sir..." he then fishes out two extra charges and tosses them to Patrick, "Use it in good health." The punch of a /large/ caliber rifle can be heard. A supersonic armor piercing slug hurls toward the Sarian's exposed back. Morrison and his men move as the loud report is heard keeping to the shadows and moving toward the area where the woman is down. Patrick nods, "thank you Sergeant," and readies the weapon. Luke becomes a blur as he races upward away from the wicked energy lashing at his heels, he too flips and lands once again in front of Ozzle, sending a booted heel hurtling toward the Sarians chest. His saber buzzing dangerously in the other hand as he struggles to keep balance. Normack turns around with a scowl on his face. Not knowing who the heck is ordering him to drop 'her.' He turns and faces Troy and Webb. He notes that Jali is resting on the ground and at ease for the moment. He looks at the two men with their weapons drawn and does not even have to look at his men as they draw their own IR-5s out and level it at Webb and Troy. Normack simply looks at Webb and says,"Who are you and what do you want with the her? She's been through a lot to have to put up with the likes of more gun toting individuals." Normack stands in between Webb and Jali. If this man wants to hurt the lady he will have to go through him and his men. _Ohhh, karkin' hell, Luke, watch your back, watch your back..._ Shenner actively winces, a bit more color draining out of her face, as she watches Ozzle's abrupt displacement of position -- and Skywalker's response. "Go, Luke, go," she chants hoarsely. Patrick flanks to the right of Normack and holds his weapon steady. Ozzle takes the heel of Luke's boot to his chest, and flies backwards as the sniper's bolt wizzes past the area that moments before contained his back. He urghs loudly, flipping his legs over and behind as he returns to a kneeling position, gasping to refill his pounded lungs with air. Troy gets a wry grin on his face...a smile that says ohh this is gonna be fun. and holds his weapons steady on Normack not even flinching as the other weapons come to bare on him and Webb and the other CDU. Webb glances back over his shoulder towards the area where the /slug/ was fired from, and towards Morrison. He then turns his attention back to Normack, "I'm a bloody Caspian Ranger. It is in my interest to guarantee the safety of this individual." His hand flips on a laser sight fixed beneath the muzzle of his Kylan-3, prompting a little red dot to appear upon Normack's throat, "I assure you, I'm more than serious about doing that, sir." The armor piercing slug smashes into the fountain with an ear splitting ping. But before a second passes those looking for the sniper will see nothing,but a moving curtain. Tarlin yells "sniper" as he drops to a knee and brings his weapon up to take aim at one of the armed men Patrick looks to Troy and Webb, "I am going to Tarlin, remedy this," and bolts to Tarlin and drops to the ground. Patrick takes aim upon another of the armed men. Past experience leads Rabid to recognize that sound as only one possible thing. -Incoming Fire!- He drops to one knee and rolls to his right, coming up in a crouch with his weapon drawn in a two handed grip. He urgently glances around the tops of nearby buildings. Defcon spins as the shot goes off, he lands on one knee and pulls his blaster scanning the area where the sniper should have been. He holsters his blaster once he is sure that the sniper is gone. While Luke Skywalker and Sinjon Teague might be bound by the Light Side of the Force not to yield to hatred and anger, Shen Veery knows nothing of such things -- and has no compunctions about huskily urging the blond Jedi and the felinoid one to soundly beat their opponent into a pulp. The report of the rifle is apparently one of the few things that can distract her from the ongoing battle, however. The young musician's frame jerks by reflex, and she starts looking wildly around every part of the square she can see. Normack doesn't flinch. He simply grins and looks at Webb and his weapon. He doesn't flinch as they call 'sniper.' Normack has seen too much under the commands of the Hutts to even worry about this. He simply motions his guards and they place their weapons away. Normack looks to Webb and says,"Well then. seeing as our interests are in sync, we have nothing to worry about. Don't worry about the girl, I'll keep her safe. But at the moment, I believe you have pressing matters." Normack simply grins as he kneels by Jali and makes sure she is comfortable. "Go protect your citizens, this one is safe." Normack turns his attention to Jali. A small smile comes over the blonde Jedi's features, "He's right you know.." he intones lyrically toward Ozzle on the ground, "We are stronger together.." his eyes focused keenly on the Sarian. A minimal glance toward the Mashi conveys his meaning. Tarlin speaks into his com unit quetly. Stalh enters the square from the south. Stalh has arrived. Sinjon nods, "While you and your Forsaken brethren are killing one another for the power, we bask in the Light of each other." Sinjon raises his saber in a salute to Luke. Morrison mummbles into his comlink once again from his prone position near the Sand bar. He watches the jedi's quietly. Jaegar (his companion) watches Normack and webb.. Troy waits to Follow Webbs lead, woundering if he should trust the man or not...thinks to himself your call Webb. _Gods-DAMMIT, idiot street rat, why the hells aren't you travelling with your gun..._ That's all the scolding Shenner allows herself for running around the streets of Caspar unarmed -- and after seeing what had happened to Luke's sister, the girl doesn't have much faith that she'd be able to accomplish anything with a blaster here anyway, good a shot though she may be. She snaps her attention back to Sinjon and Luke, then, blinking as if in startlement, once more wincing a bit before her expression eases. "You tell 'em, Sinj," she rasps softly, a lopsided grin breaking out across her face. The cloaked Sarian jumps to his feet, landing to face the dual Jedi. "My brethren are no more, all destroyed at my hand. They were a challenge. You are nothing close." He flips his whip behind him, preparing for a decisive blow against these fools who refuse to embrace the power they've been granted. Dracolysk enters the square from the south. Dracolysk has arrived. Luke stands looking down at Ozzle, his saber droning in his right hand. A shimmer overcomes both he and Sinjon, a flicker of white light arcing back and forth between the two. "Leave here." he commands gently, even as he takes a step back from the now -standing- Ozzle. "Don't be destroyed because of your hatred." He exhales noisily, nodding to Sinjon, "..we -will- destroy you if you don't leave." Joir walks down East Blake St. Joir has left. Stalh walks down East Blake St. Stalh has left. Rabid slowly stands from his crouching position, sidearm still held. He brings his free arm up, and speaks into his comlink again. Shenner might be any young woman caught up raptly in the climactic scene of a holo-thriller -- save that this is real, this is here, and that's two of her friends over there in combat, and her face reflects a far more passionate concern that it would for any holo. Half-huddled at that corner, ready to dive back into cover if any further shots ring out across the square, the redhead watches with eyes turned huge and strained in her face. "Tell 'im, Luke," she breathes, gripping the brick wall beside her. Dracolysk slowly walks along the street, his hands thrust into his pockets. He stops dead in his tracks when he see's the confrontation and pauses to watch. As if things weren't already confusing enough in this scene, a Marine utility landspeeder, painted battleship grey swerves its way into the square, coming to an abrupt halt next to Webb. Well... it was once a utility vehicle... maybe a scout by some standards. Under the auspices of certain Rangers, the vehicle now bristles with a few armaments... a small turret that has been placed in the roof houses, among other things, a light repeating blaster, and a pair of missile tubes. A side door opens, and a pair of Rangers spill out, both carrying KXC-23s. THe lead one has the insignia of a Commander. "Webb!" a rather familiar female voice (to him at least) calls out. Skywalker's words mean nothing to Ozzle... the meaningless gibberish of a fool. Jedi; great in a debate but useless in battle. He twists to the side and lunges for the Horansi, lightwhip gleaming, illuminating the Sarian from behind, casting a frightening, eerie glow on his gaunt face. Patrick turns to see the vehicle enter the area and stands up and moves next to Webb. Sinjon blocks the whip, electricity flying as the whip and saber connect. The Horansi grunts as his grip begins to slip, his wounded shoulder making it hard to keep up the pressure to block the crackling whip. Luke's senses are heightened from the Force Harmony with Sinjon.. he reacts instantly, side-stepping toward the lunging Ozzle and bringing his blade toward the Sarian's lower legs. It cuts through the air, generating a dull electric buzz. He shouts, "NO!" as the saber hurtles toward Ozzle. Webb lowers the blaster that he had pointed at Normack, "Right." He turns back towards the three force-users again, muttering to Normack, "Get her into the vehicle... we need to get her out of here right now." Rabid glances back to his Marine officer, expression quite serious. "Nice night we're having, aren't we?", he says with a grunt. "You get the location of where that shot came from?" Dracolysk removes his hands from his pockets and shakes them loosely, his eyes remaining steadfastly on the confrontation as he cautiously makes his way closer towards the combatants. Webb mutters, "On second though... we'll keep her here. I think the horansi wasn't done with her. But get her in the vehicle. It'll be safer for her." Defcon shakes his head slowly, he says quietly, "Not exactly, it was somewhere in that general direction." Defcon says while sweeping his finger to point to a nearby building. He resumes, "But the shooter was gone as soon as the shot was off." Troy looks to the Lady on the ground...and then back to Normack..and then Webb he says to nobody inparticular "different strokes for different folks..." turns to give covering fire if needed...where did that shot come from...but for some reason his sights fall onto Ozzle and watches him carefully. Luke's slash screams through the air, and Ozzle isn't ignorant of it. He again twists to the side to avoid the saber's blade, but not quite in time. The shimmering emerald beam slices cleanly through his black pants and into his ankle. The Sarian screams like a wounded animal, faltering in his attack against the Horansi and rolling to the ground. He makes an attempt to stand, but fails... too much of his energy goes into supressing the agonizing pain in his ankle, and he has little left for other tasks. With a fierce snarl of defeat, he twists the shaft of his whip, and the bright blue whip recedes. Patrick looks to Webb, "Sergeant do you have any idea what we are going to do about that?" he nods towards the large crowd around the combat. Her head's starting to hurt again. Irritably, Shenner ignores it, shoving the pulse in her skull to the back of her awareness. Aspirin later. Watch fight now -- because after all, if Luke and Sinjon _aren't_ successful, she suspects in her gut that she's going to have worse problems than a little headache. The deactivation of Ozzle's weapon sends a wash of relief across her visage. A smirk crosses Hugo Dracolyk's facial features and he mutters, "Not very sporting..Two to one odds." He then glances away from the light-weapon battle at all the other crowded around the square and shakes his head slowly, "Nothing like a good brawl to entertain the masses." he adds wistfully and then returns his attention towards the trio that are the center of attention. Luke lets out a held breath, standing back from Ozzle and eyeing Sinjon carefully. After a few moments he too extinguishes his blade and stands from his typical defensive posture. Blue eyes regard the fallen Sarian with odd kindness, "Don't keep this up Ozzle. There is a better way." he breathes out. He moves slowly over to the Horansi to check on him. Rabid nods, and seems to be paying more attention to the sniper's actions, than the jedi battle going on at the fountain. "High caliber...should have silenced it.", he remarks. He opens his mouth to make another comment, but Ozzle's scream cuts him off, and he twists his head back towards the rapidly evolving action. Normack nods and says,"I will on one condition...that she's taken to my vessel and there she will await the Horansi. I have seen what that man is capable of. And keeping her in a marked vehicle is too much of a risk. Your vehicle and men can wait inside my ship. And when the Horansi is available then he can be brought to her. until then she remains under my care." Normack doesn't say it in a requesting tone. He makes it a given and realizing that Webb has more pressing matters to attend to knows he will not argue. Normack motions his men to pick up jali and place her into the vehicle. There all 3 men and Jali enter the vehicle. Patrick looks to Webb, "I will go with them." Tarlin looks at normak like a potential target. Ozzle stands now, and silently makes his way toward the east, pressing his way painfully through the crowds. His face is a mask of pure hatred, his eyes furnaces of red flame. Sinjon stumbles as Ozzle's attack stops suddenly, he catches himself as he watches the scene. He extinguishes his saber as Ozzle is brought down by Luke's blow. He walks slowly towards Luke, "You should do well to listen to one who has been in touch with the Force longer than you or I. I know that this was mearly a touch of things to come, you are now well warned to leave this place." rumbles the visibly wounded Horansi. He places his arm around Luke and sags against him. Troy seeing Ozzle down...and that the Normack is moving the lady..he steps inside the vechle to assist and to guard the situation...after all he is very curious Ozzle walks down East Blake St. Ozzle has left. "_Yes_," breathes Shenner, believing no one in earshot. She swallows a little as she sees the Horansi Jedi leaning on the human one, but she doesn't leave the scene, not yet. Some of her attention follows the defeated one, and not until he's out of sight does she snap her full stare back to Skywalker and Teague. Dracolysk frowns as Ozzle starts to move away from the duo of sabre wielding Jedi and turns his head to watch him move off. He then looks back towards Luke and Sinjon and stares at them for several seconds and thrusts his hands back into his pockets. Luke does his best to hold Sinjon up. After all, the Horansi towers over him. "It's alright.." he murmurs giving Ozzle a sidelong glance as he leaves, "He'll come around some day. I hope." Grunting slightly, he supports half the Mashi's weight and moves him down the street, "Let's get you back and take a look at those burns." Webb looks to the two Rangers, Commander Calder, and Lt. Silva, "I think our friend just lost. Calder turns and casts a glance over her shoulder at Ozzle, and mutters something to the effect of, "Poor baby..." The copper-haired woman expressing some form of amusement at seeing the oft... ill-mannered Ozzle running away with his tail between his legs. A third Ranger has stepped out of the vehicle to join Webb and Silva. Calder comments to Webb, "Reccomendations?" Sinjon nods, his head very heavy. "That sounds like an excellent proposition. I think we have things to catch up on since I have been absent too long...much too long.." he murmurs. Dracolysk makes his way through the crowd and returns to walking through the streets, returning to walk towards his previous destination. Dracolysk walks down East Blake St. Dracolysk has left. Normack looks to the Rangers and says,"Perhaps one of you will bring the horansi to the lady's aid." Normack only looks at them briefly and then turns his attention to Jali. Luke nods quietly, helping the Mashi slowly out of the square. Rabid's eyes follow Ozzle's departure, and he turns to Defcon. "I think an orbital fire mission would have gotten more results.", he comments sourly. Defcon smiles and adds, "It would have been a better show too." Luke leaves the square to the north. Luke has left. Sinjon_Teague leaves the square to the north. Sinjon_Teague has left. The departure of Luke and Sinjon holds the attention of the young redheaded musician. Shenner breathes out a long and shaking breath, and then, about a minute and a half after the two Jedi move off to the north, the girl presses off from the wall that had been propping her up. And she creeps off stealthily after them. [And shortly, up in the Bridgewater Residential District...] Bridgewater Park, Residential Area -- Plaxton City As the trees tower above, a broad drive cuts into a cleared out plot of smoothly paved concrete and carefully groomed grass. While most of the building fronts are fairly clean and modern, several old, well-kept houses and apartment towers of majestic architecture are interspersed among them. Well-groomed trees line the main street which becomes a stone-set bridge that spans a twisting, rocky river. The air is fresh, the setting is quiet, and the citizens are friendly. Streets Here: Minutes Road, Riverview Terrace, Newcastle Circle. The afternoon sky above is cloudy that drift along slowly, changing shapes has they go. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => 123 Newcastle Circle -- Rekkie Sheldon's House(#6474en) => 4 Minutes Road -- Raj's House => 120 Riverview Terrace (1st Floor) -- Savanin's Place => 116 Riverview Terrace (116) -- Kael's House => 121 Riverview Terrace (121) -- Nicole's Flat => 115 Minutes Road, (212) -- Jack's 'One Cred' Motel => 25 Newcastle Circle -- Linda's House => 116 Minutes Road, (311) -- Elomin's Studio => 120 Riverview Terrace (2nd Floor) -- Webb's Residence => 1202 Minutes Road -- Elesarr's House => 10 Newcastle Circle -- Randel's Home => 113 Minutes Road, (209) -- Konkhra's Flat => 117 Riverview Terrace (117) -- Kadgie's House => 113 Minutes Road, (205) -- Addax's Flat(#4644OVh) => 113 Minutes Road, (207) -- H'Ghelim's Flat(#1108LO) -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- North-East leads to Bluffs Residence -- Plaxton City. outh leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. Webb arrives from North Mergansar Ave. Webb has arrived. _They're gone... they're okay... they're gonna be okay..._ Shenner has trailed Luke Skywalker and Sinjon Teague northward, driven by the simple desire to make sure that the pair of Jedi will continue to remain relatively unscathed this night. Now, she's fallen back from her pursuit in the residential district, reluctant to keep it up as the pair have continued on into the finer neighborhoods in the district... and stricken by a fear that they might, somehow, know... _No, not a problem, I'm okay,_ she thinks wildly. And, unseeingly, she sets herself off on a course for Newcastle Circle. Exultation that she went unnoticed by Skywalker and Teague, along with a still throbbing headache, leave little room for a more sensible realization that they might simply have missed her due to their own weariness... and not to any sharpness of her out-of-practice hiding skills. Webb approaches from the south, walking alongside another Ranger, a certain copper-haired female Commander. Webb's companion has a small name-patch upon her fatigues, identifying her as one Tricia Calder. She looks a touch older than Webb... probably somewhere around 30. The two seem to be following your path, and indeed, now they seem to be approaching you. Her mood and her headache, however, haven't left much room in Shen for noticing anybody following _her_. The young musician's not hard to miss, though. She trudges blearily towards a junction with the street that is her eventual destination. But before she gets there, she stops to prop a hand against a lightpost, scrubbing the other across her eyes. Webb looks over to Calder and nods his head a little, and takes a few steps out ahead of her. He calls out as he approaches, "Shen?" His tone of voice conveys a touch of concern as he asks, "You alright?" Shenner starts. Her russet head snaps round at the sound of her name being called, and for a moment, a hand flashes towards where a blaster would ride on her thigh -- if she were armed. Then she swallows and barks out blearily, "Wha? Yeah... yeah, uh, hi, pal..." Webb comments at your reaching for a nonexistant weapon, "Jumpy... don't blame you one bit after that little show." The Commander who was walking alongside him approaches slowly, stepping up to his side again, eyeing you curiously with her hazel eyes. Jumpy is, indeed, a good word to describe Shenner. So's 'nervous'. Her green gaze flicks to the approaching woman, and although she realizes that if she's in Webb's company she's probably all right, still, Shenner seems nervous. But she cracks a wraith of a smile and mumbles, "Uh... yeah, I guess...." Commander Calder's heavily freckled features curl up into a sort of a quirky yet warm smile as Webb does the introductions, "Umm... Ma'am. This is Shen. She's a friend of mine." Calder nods her head a little as she regards you. Webb continues, "Shen, this is Commander Tricia Calder." Calder extends one hand, offering a handshake as she explains, "I'm his boss. You can call me Tricia if you like. I let him get away with it when there aren't others looking." Calder motions to Webb during the latter portion of that statement. Commander. Er. The notion of being introduced to a military officer seems to put a bit of awe into Shenner, but still, she takes and shakes the proffered hand, murmuring gruffly, "Shen Veery. Uh. Hiya..." Calder's slightly lopsided smile grows a little, as a lock of unruly copper hair slips out from beneath her maroon beret to flop down in front of one eye. She hrmms quietly and reaches up to fix it... somewhat half-heartedly. Webb shows a hint of amusement at this predicament of his Commander, much as he often does. The two seem to be quite comfortable around each other. Given the way armies work, that would probably indicate that the two have served each other for a while. Webb finally gets to the point of why he wanted to talk to you, "You know one of them, don't you? The gentlemen who drove off Mr. Olumpari, I mean..." Shenner can be seen to blink. "What? Know--er--" She blinks again, and then glances first southward back to the square... and then to the north... before she catches herself and returns her attention to the two before her. The musician considers a moment, studying both Webb's visage and that of his superior, and after another moment passes, she finally admits, "I, uh, know both of 'em, sorta..." Standing right there in the glow of the streetlamp, Shenner blushes. Webb nods his head a little and looks about the street, "You wanna go somewhere else to talk?" Calder offers up helpfully, "Jon doesn't live far from here." "Talk?" Shenner blinks a bit, glancing between the two soldiers, a trifle uneasily. Odd -- Shen's expression might almost be one you'd get if you were a street urchin cornered by a local cop. "A-about what...?" Her green gaze darts from one face to the other. She might trust Webb -- at least, she thinks she trusts Webb -- but, well, this Calder woman -is- a stranger, friendly though her face may be.... Webb lets out a quiet sigh and a hint of a grin at your expression of suspicion, and wariness... kind of reminds him of a look Calder's cat gets when it's trying to take a nap and someone startles it, "You have familiarity with this little struggle among force users we just witnessed. And we kinda need help piecing together what the heck is going on. Right now, I'm inclined to believe that... well, your friends just did us a big favor." Shenner blinks owlishly, giving Webb yet another startled look. But something of his words begins to sink in: perhaps it's the phrase 'did us a big favor.' She peers between Webb and his superior again, and says hesitantly, "I... ain't exactly an expert on Jedi, pal..." Now Calder begins to speak, "Well, we know about Sinjon already... a bit at least, and the other... is..." She smirks a little and asks, "Skywalker?" Calder has apparently given up with fixing her hair, and instead yanks out the pins that had held it in place, and pulls the curly copper locks back into a pony tail as she speaks, content to leave that one strand that perpetually falls across in front of her eye where it is for now, "Have you had experiences with Jedi powers before? I mean... let's put it this way Shen. To us, this is a /really/ bizarre situation, and we're still learning about the Force, I suppose. Heck... there was a time I thought it was all a legend. I'm not even sure where to begin, but... Jon seems to trust you here." Shenner visibly bites her lip at Calder's initial question; from the way she pales a bit, the answer of whether she's experienced acts of the Force before is pretty blatantly obvious. But she seems to manage to keep hold of her composure, and after she pulls in a long breath, she mutters huskily, "Uh... yeah... I... look, you said something about going somewhere to talk?" She glances around again, perhaps ill at ease to be bringing up this topic on an open street. Webb nods his head a little and turns to lead the two of you up Riverview Terrace to Webb's home... though Calder already seems to know the way. The latter fact might lead to some forms of suspicions as to what sort of non-professional relationship exists between these two soldiers, but they don't seem to be /that/ friendly (and if you've ever observed Webb and Venus talking in the Sandbar, it is /plainly/ obvious as to just who it is that Webb has eyes for). Webb's home is located on the second floor of an older building... a row of stairs leads up the outside towards a small deck, and his front door. After running a keycard through the lock, producing a quiet click, Webb holds the door open for you and Calder. Shenner follows along without comment, whether it be on the nature of the relationship between Webb and Calder, Webb and Venus, or Webb and anybody else. As the house is reached, the girl reflexively studies her surroundings before trekking into the place in the older woman's wake. She's jammed her hands into her pockets, and is trying to look as casual as possible, without much success. Webb has left. 120 Riverview Terrace (2nd Floor) -- Webb's Residence The building in which this apartment is situated is quite old, though on the inside is in fairly decent shape... with the help of a few minor renovations. It certainly isn't luxurious, but there is something fairly pleasant and comfortable about this place. Books and the occasional potted plant occupy most of the shelf and end table space, and various pieces of artwork (apparently done by your host) hang all along the walls of the living room and kitchen. A scent of herbs drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the fresh air from outside. In the front of the apartment is a kitchen, a coat closet and the living room. A short hallway extends into the back, leading to the bathroom and a bedroom. Most of the furnishings are rather old and possibly second hand, but again appear quite comfortable. The inhabitant is apparently not a neat freak, as there is a constant level of tolerable disarray about this place. Sketches, books and various art supplies cover the coffee table, and the occasional shirt or uniform jacket might be found hanging over a chair. See +HELP PLACES for how to see more detailed examinations of various rooms Obvious Exits: ut -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Webb Webb tosses his duty jacket over the back of a chair at the kitchen table, and leads you into his living room, which seems to have aquired a rather comfortable, mildly disorderly atmosphere. Calder, in the mean-time, has found one of Webb's sketchbooks and has begun to leaf through the various pictures. Shen'd looked cat-like with her startlement, and she looks cat-like now as she edges into Jonathan Webb's apartment, treading as gingerly as a skinny young feline might across an unfamiliar hot roof. Her green gaze tracks across the room, taking in the sight of books and pictures and green growing things and books -- her gaze, notably, lingers on the books, though the brief spark of interest there is overshadowed by her apparent restlessness. "So... er... what do you two wanna know anyway?" she speaks up roughly, getting right down to business. Calder continues to flip through sketches, arching her eyebrows at one, holding the pad so you can't quite see, and emits a quiet giggle before flipping over to the next page. Webb casts his glance towards Calder, before looking back to you and sighing, "You'll have to forgive her. She's enthralled, apparently. Anyhow... umm... how shall I put this? The discussion that went on between the two, umm... Sinjon mentioned something about trying to undo damage done by Olumpari... mental damage, or beyond merely physical damage or /something/. I..." he pauses at this point, obviously somewhat confused about what he's talking about, or what he's hoping to gain in terms of information by bothering you about this. Shenner's gaze locks on Webb, and from the way she stiffens, one might surmise that a jolt of electricity has just coursed down her spine, or perhaps an icy splash of water. "What," she rasps, "did that guy... hurt somebody...?" Webb nods his head a little and says, "Apparently he did. I... I rather doubt it's the first time either." Doubt is an understatement. Webb damn well /knows/ Ozzle has hurt people, and that certainty shows upon his face. "The woman in the fountain, apparently. Sinjon was trying to treat her when Olumpari showed." Realizing that she'd hardly noticed anybody in the square but the Jedi who'd been fighting, Shenner now wilts a little in chagrin, beginning to look a little heartsick. "Is she okay?" she asks hoarsely. Webb nods his head a little, hopefully, "Olumpari turned tail and ran. We got her to safety. Sinjon and Skywalker know where to find her." He sighs quietly and frowns, "Of course, we can't really /prove/ that Ozzle hurt her. And if we level accusations against a government official without that kind of proof I..." He sighs quietly and says, "That's also what kept me from coming up to stand with your friends, though, I think had the battle lasted, I might have..." his voice dwindles off, and Calder's voice picks up finishing Webb's thought, "We've been watching for a while... and we're facing some tough decisions, about taking sides. We've worked with Olumpari before... in an action which safe-guarded our people, but... we've become aware that he also profitted tremendously from the reactions..." Now Calder's voice trails off, and Webb begins to speak, "We need to know more about your friends... what kinds of people they are... if we're going to jeopardize our oaths to aid them." Shenner listens quietly through both the Sergeant's words and the Commander's, her eyes shifting from the man's face to the woman's and back again. The import of Webb's final few words in particular is not lost upon her; if anything, Shenner seems even a trifle more unnerved, for inwardly, the musician is feeling rather astonished that _she_ should be consulted on such weighty matters. But a grave solemnity settles across her face, adding at least five years to her features, and she requests, "Tell me what 'more' you want to know...?" Webb furrows his brows slightly and says quietly, "I'm sorry to have to ask something that important of you. I mean, I'd really like to meet with them, but they're a touch... elusive. Umm... if it's not too personal, how do you know them?" The redheaded girl considers this, her gaze going distant, fastening on one of the Sergeant's paintings on the wall. "I... met Luke Skywalker about a year and a half ago or so," she says, her voice dropping in timbre, to match its already low volume. "I helped him out a little, and he got me off a planet I didn't really wanna be on to begin with." And Shenner starts to pace a bit; her right hand lifts unseeingly to fish at the silver chain tucked down in her shirt. "Met Sinjon Teague on Calamari... five, six months ago. He... helped me out when I... really needed it." Webb nods his head a little, and looks to be thinking very hard about a lot of serious things. Calder has even stopped rifling through Webb's paintings and such and now focusses intently upon you and Webb as she moves into the kitchen, "Do you think you could help us meet with them?" The tone of your voice, or /something/ does seem to have helped to set the two of them a little more at ease over the prospect of striking up some form of alliance with Teague, and by association Skywalker (which would seem to be somehting many Casparians would be quite uneasy about, seeing as they tend to take great pains to maintain their neutrality, or at least the appearance of it). "I..." Shenner halts her pacing, opens her mouth, closes it again, and blurts, "I don't really know how to get in touch with 'em... I kinda forgot Sinjon lives here, see? And Luke... well, he's been droppin' by the Sandbar a coupla times, but it ain't like I got his holonet number or anything..." And she trails off, a bit of a blush still coloring her cheeks; evidently, the notion of herself as a go-between for Jedi has struck her as rather bizarre. Webb nods his head a little and furrows his brow slightly, "Do you know anything about... why they'd fight Olumpari?" You must admit, to one who's more familiar with conflicts among nations than this whole light vs. dark nonsense the Jedi have going, it might get a /touch/ confusing to observe from the outside. Shenner chews her lower lip, looking rather more youthful than she'd probably like to admit. Her green eyes go very dark, and she pulls in a long, slow breath, releasing it equally slowly. "I guess," she begins in a tone that's a strange cross between hesitance and authority, "he's a Dark Jedi. That seems to be enough to spark off Jedi fights, from what... little I know." Webb looks to Calder, who has just paced back into the living-room. Calder offers Webb a shrug of her shoulders and ventures a guess, "Kind of sounds like an ideological or religious conflict, doesn't it?" Her expression makes it clear that Calder is only really grasping at straws here. Webb looks at you for a moment. The musician still has a grasp on that small silver-and-brass necklace about her throat, and she stares at Calder with those darkened eyes of hers. "I can't say I know much about it, lady," she replies huskily. "I... do know this. What I seen.. " She catches herself. "What I've seen... says anybody who's got the Dark Side of the Force is prone to go around... screwing with people. The Light Ones keep 'em from screwing around with people." No ornamentation on those straightforwardly declared words, and her gaze stays resolute and fixed upon the Commander... but Shen's fingers fidget restlessly with that pendant. Calder nods her head faintly as Webb mutters quietly, "Yeah... we've kind of suspected Ozzle was doing that sort of thing. Until today I wasn't sure I could believe it though." Calder lets out a quiet sigh and says, "If it's real... we got big problems on this planet." Webb nods his head a little and remarks to Calder, "I think we're going to need her friends." Uncomfortable, but still straight and tall of stance, Shenner glances between the two military personnel. Her hand stops its fidgeting with the necklace, but only because she's grabbed it in her slender fist, wrapping her entire hand around the small metallic object. Webb nods his head faintly and casts his gaze over to you, "Thanks Shen. It probably didn't seem like much, but I think this does help us." A slight smile casts accross his face, though not enough to offset his mildly grave expression that he shows at this moment... perhaps he's doesn't think too much of his odds of success even with the help of your friends. Maybe he's just sort of engrossed with thoughts of 'Now what?' That's a rather decent summation of Shenner's expression, for that matter. Gruffly, she speaks up with: "You two... wanna know anything else?" Webb starts to open his mouth as if he's about to ask something, as does Calder, almost simultaneously in fact. No question comes out though, so their mouths close, and each wears an almost indentical perplexed expression. They turn and look at each other, then each shrug their shoulders almost simultaneously. Finally Webb looks back to you and says, "I... hmm. I think we're done." Shenner squares her shoulders, and nods, once. "'Kay," she says. "I'll see ya round, then..." She doesn't exactly flee for the door, but she does move with that same sort of wary tread that had brought her into the apartment. "Nice place," is all she mutters by way of farewell, before she's gone. [End log.]