Scoundrelishious

Mission stared into the vacuum of her attacker's eyes, the republic warrior was outnumbered. She had been in such situations before, but this wasn't the same, the enemy wasn't the same. Before she knew it one of them had tackled her, and swiftly pushed her off the building.

Somewhere else, Atton was walking along the exterior of a gloomy cantina on Coruscant.
He wasn't there to drink however, but rumour had it that some sort of slave trading were going on here, as he was about to enter the cantina he felt a disturbance in the force. It didn't come from inside the "Nal Nicktah" though.
Atton opened himself to the force letting it guide him to where he needed to go, running faster then laser bolts could travel.

Mission closed her eyes as she saw her fate. These buildings were taller then people realised,
and she was now going to see the bottom. "I didn't get the chance to warn them" she thought.
Slowly she opened her eyes too face her death, but instead she saw a shadowy figure approaching in an incredibly speed a few metres down, and all of the sudden she was going up instead of down. The shadowy figure had caught her in mid air. Even though the sudden change of events startled her, she felt safe in the warm arms of the mysterious man.
With a small thud she knew they had landed on solid ground.

Atton stared at the blue skinned twilek, who looked up at him with bewildered eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile, but to his surprise she looked away blushing.


i don't want to do one more thing to that picture

kotor: lucasart
art: me