Somewhere Out On The Grounds, Wednesday Morning

[unborn_renegade]

Jak was one of those typical Fandom kids who heard 'smoke!' and thought 'let's go quell a fire!'.

Or something. Symbolic talk wasn't really Jak's strong suit. What was, though, was taking out bad stuff. And the fog was definitely bad stuff. Sure, he could've taken a hint from radio last night and realised that maybe heading out into the smoke wasn

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[weetuskenraider]

Yes, Tahiri had had a bad feeling about this since late Monday night; yes, she'd been avoiding staying out in the fog too much. Common sense was one thing. The persistent and nagging, if subtle, tug of the Force was something else. Something that led her to the weapons locker for her lightsaber, first, and then out onto the grounds. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, really. That was the drawback to following up on nebulous feelings that you should be out there for some reason.

. . . some reason that had her wandering into this particular patch of the grounds and reaching out in the Force to see if anyone was around. If so, she wasn't sensing it with the usual clarity -- just a vague, staticky awareness. Just like her Vongsense, actually.

And that didn't make any sense, but . . .

"Bos sos si?" Tahiri called out in the fog anyway.

[unborn_renegade]

Noise he didn't recognize.

Jak slammed the Blaster barrel in place with a reflexive grace. The laser aim sprung to life, cutting a red swat of red light through the fog.

The dark eco in him kept crackling, though, as if drawn to something in the air. It made it harder for him to focus, his emotions coaxed into a slow boil.

Where was it?

[weetuskenraider]

The innate paranoia and suspicion of her Yuuzhan Vong heritage was coming to the forefront, and while Tahiri was usually better by now at keeping it in check she didn't bother this time; not in this fog, not with the undercurrent of danger seeping into her physical and Force senses. And anger, too, unfamiliar but it resonated with her somehow.

There -- red light, too focused to be natural, generated by some kind of made-thing device. Her attention snapped in that direction, and she peered futilely into the murk for its source, one hand dropping to the lightsaber hilt at her belt.

"Qe'u!" If that had come out intelligibly at all, the implication of Hey, you there! would be clear enough.

[unborn_renegade]

Hey, you there, that was enough. Enough to get his aim. Enough to get his attention. That red dot shot sideways immediately, seeking out Tahiri's position in the fog and focusing on it.

Jak was holding his fire.

For how long, though... "Come out of the fog!" he growled. When he closed his eyes for a second to clear them, he saw violet.