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Seri scrambles onto all fours, caught between what to do. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of indecision, she crawls over to the Twi’lek, retrieving the rope and hastily knotting it around her wrists. She grabs up the knife too, slipping it into her boot. She can’t let herself...

Seri lets free a desperate, panting gasp, slumping backward. But her fingers stay hooked around the garotte, the cord digging painfully into her soft, unworked hands. Almost in spite of herself, she tugs once, hard - as if to make sure the deed is done - before she collapses fully and releases...

Seri pulls doggedly, arms straining as she draws the cord back, pushing her lower body against her attacker for leverage. She flinches as those desperate hands rake her face. And she can’t meet Jura’s eyes. She has no idea how hard she needs to pull to render the Twi’lek unconscious. And...

Seri wheezes as she hits the ground again, the breath shocked from her lungs. Pinned beneath the Twi’lek, her panicked eyes meet Jura’s. She can’t do it - she can’t kill… but if she doesn’t… She grips the rope tight, yanking back as hard as she can, the cord digging into her fingers as she...

Kriff! Seri throws herself forward, fingers grasping at the rope. At the same time, she pitches to the side, trying to use her body’s momentum and weight to drag the Twi’lek back with the garrotte. She swings one leg around, with the aim of catching the woman’s knife-hand, trying to lock down...

Seri gasps, ragged and shaky as she reels from the punch. She can feel her cheekbone burning with pain, her vision swimming. There’s a moment where she stops struggling, facing the end, and thinks for just a fleeting second how much she’d have liked to have that chat with Nami. Then Jura is...

Seri gasps, the air knocked out of her, eyes wide amidst her flushed pink face. She looks up into the Twi’lek’s eyes, and knows at this point she’s gone too far to turn back now. Both hands lock as tight as she can around the Twi’lek’s wrists, and she pulls herself forward as far as she can...

If this is her only chance, Seri knows she has to take it. Drawing on all her dexterity and dancer’s tricks, she thrusts her boot backward, trying to catch the Twi’lek in the leg, and force her off balance. At the same time, she yanks her hands to the side, gripping the rope and pulling as...

“Alright, alright!” Seri blurts out, slowly folding her hands behind her back. It’s almost a shock to her, the way she finds her panic giving way to… anger. Frustration at herself, for being caught off guard - at the Twi’lek, for the obvious reasons - unfairly, at Jura: where is she? She...

Kriff. Seri supposes she can’t blame the other woman. Whatever she endured - probably the same as Seri herself - it’s entirely her fault. She hesitates, throat flexing against the knife. “I… I’m sorry. Im honestly so sorry.” She turns her head slowly, carefully, trying to avoid the knife as...

Seri stumbles, resisting as best she can despite the danger - her body instinctively trying to prevent herself moving further from the ship. “Wait waitwaitwait -“ her voice cracks as she’s forced against the boxes, her head craning around to try and find her attackers eyes, “please - please...

Seri locks up, eyes wide, body paralysed by the grip of fear and despair. “I’m - I’m not - I’m not moving - puh-please.” She squeaks softly, barely able to get the words out. She searches for any sign of Kaelaen and Nami, but they’ve passed out of sight by now. Still close enough if she...

@majus @lady-lux Seri tries - and fails - to pull her borrowed jacket tighter around her, and has to content herself with tucking her hands under her arms, leaning against the entryway to the ship’s main bay. She gives the other two space to plan their next steps, watching them as she waits...

@majus @lady-lux Seri feels a little bolstered, as she looks over Kaelaen admiringly, impressed by the woman’s confidence, the alertness in her stance. She’d be terrified heading out there alone, after her experiences. And she can’t shake a sense of concern for Nami, especially given some of...

@majus @lady-lux Seri’s eyes widen at the sight, and she quickly looks away. But she can’t resist another quick glance, especially as it doesn’t seem unwelcome, and a breathless giggle escapes her. More though, she feels a lift in her spirits: even in a place like this, where the women have...

@majus @lady-lux It’s entirely possible this is the sort of thing that Seri could end up making worse, if she tries tampering with it. But being able to have lines of communication seems important, so she resolves to see what she can do, once she’s caught up with Jura.

@majus @lady-lux Seri finds herself beaming, pleased to have been useful. She links arms with Nami, steering them both in the direction of the departed women. “Let’s check, and then we can see you off. Sooner you’re both gone, the sooner you’re safely back.”

@majus @lady-lux “Sounds great.” Seri manages a warmer smile, returning the squeeze and lingering a moment before releasing Nami’s hand. “Oh!” She blurts, eyes wide, as an idea clicks into place. “Before you both head out - we could see if the ship has any Comm links? Or perhaps you already...

@majus @lady-lux Seri keeps her jaw clenched, responding to the plans with small nods and what she hopes are attentive eyes. But when Jura and Kaelaen depart, she sags, energy rapidly draining. She realises that her throat is harbouring a dull ache - is this the most talking she’s done in…...