[D7, LE] With a Capital T.

[Tranq Sayzin]

Looking at Tranq the officer smiled, "Ah, yes," from behind he felt the cold metal for a bare second before the shock that jolted his system and hurt with a surging pain. Giving some effort to pulling him to his knees, but Tranq was stronger than that, so they tried again.. and again.. and then another instrument came in to do it some more.

"You see, that would have been an acceptable answer. However, I am afraid, we did not receive our expected report from the station and instead saw to it to discover for ourselves what happened. We found a massacre," he said, turning his head down as he thought on the loss.

He held on for a bit, before dropping to a knee, and slowly standing again. "Shame, shame is what that is. Guess I don't have a chance at getting paid then." He winced through the pain, shaking his head. "Especially that sergeant, she seemed right on track... for promotion. From our one meeting." He grit his too sharp teeth.

[Honor]

"Yes, her father was rather distraught when we showed him the body. Truly, whatever did that to her was a monster," he said, sizing up Tranq before they zapped him again for good measure. Using the breath of space afterward to put large manacles on him.

"Welcome to the first taste of your new home in Bloc T:33, Tranq Sayzin," he said, with a rather devious sneer.

[Solork Tan]

Solork goes down and stays down under the repeated stun batoning. Every one of his old instincts screamed at him to run like hell or fight like hell, but something stopped him. This had to be the way. Fighting here would likely get himself and everyone around killed. Running would maybe let him get away, but there would be untold carnage in the process. Where there was life, there was hope, and for some reason, through all of this, Sol lets the feeling of purpose settle over him.

He goes limp, allowing himself to be carted away.

[Honor]

Tranq and Solork will eventually be taken here: viewtopic.php?f=29&t=483

You will be in a separate transport so don't post just yet but keep an eye on the thread you'll have an opportunity soon!

[Honor]

Fuff went for a bluff and lied smoothly about his utter lack of involvement in anything suspicious that might have been purported. Even as underneath it he was very afraid.

LE7. Deception. Hard. 2 Setback Cancelled from Talents.: 2eP+2eA+3eD+1eS 2 successes, 1 advantage


[Advantage to distract the interrogator for someone else's benefit]

Given his swift tongue, he was able to get himself out of this mess relatively unscathed. On the other side of the line of troopers, set back out into the city, he had some sense of freedom.. but he was the only one on this side of the street for now save a few other patrons down the way some who just wanted to get home.

However...

[Honor]

Everyone still in the area heard the results of what was happening inside at the same time...

Clem rushed, he could hear the troopers were sweeping the bar now. With a few more boxes he set them up into a pile. Grabbing the canister he poured the liquid over the documents, information that the Empire was certainly hoping for. Coming for. They were going to find nothing, Clem made that promise to himself as he lit the match.

Just as he was going to drop it a blaster-bolt struck him from behind and he stumbled. Having felt it many times before this time felt different.. like he was on a cloud. Forcing himself into a state of awareness he dropped the match and the documents went up into a blaze. Turning around he was able to see the troopers rushing in to try and save the documents while his age.. or perhaps the bolt, finally caught up with him and he dropped to his knees.

"I'm sorry Nerra, this time.. I'm riding on ahead.." he said, before slumping backwards.

[Fuff]

Fuff had a safehouse to fall back to, and he wouldn't look back. In situations like that, it was everyone on their own, at least in his experience. He'd make sure he was not followed as much as he was able to, taking a circular route.