Corellian Sector

No. Adelle bit back the word on her tongue even as she drank in the Force around her. While it was the man's choice, she'd just about had it with Elly's "ends justifies the means" attitude and her lack of concern for the safety of the person she was trying to rescue. Didn't she have any idea what a shock in that area of the body could do to a human? An electric shock so close to a major vein, the bronchial tube, and the spinal cord would result in serious injury if Elly couldn't control her shock. This was a matter of precision, not for flashy implants and gadgets. Unless said gadget or implant was a scalpel.

The man backed away from Elly, hands in the air. Adelle could practically smell his fear, a light sheen of sweat on his brow.

And that was another factor to take into consideration. Perhaps if an EMP were made small enough, they could shut down the entire implant without endangering the man. Lightning. Then the implant would just be a strike lump of dead metal and wires. But of course something's coming they wouldn't be in an area where there would be ready it's coming it's coming such a lightning strike it's going to hit device that could do that. Unless watchoutwatchout tech girl could do something about it's here! Time seemed to slow for Adelle. She felt the precious milliseconds run down as the air around her charged up with expectancy. Just before the explosion came, Adelle flung out her hands and created a Force Bubble. The shockwave washed over the protective shield of energy first while the explosion splashed over the blue orb, eating away at its layers. Adelle felt her arms tingle and go numb as she channelled the limitless energy of the Force into the Bubble that kept them alive. Soon, the wave receded and left a profound ringing in her ears as she slowly let down the barrier.

Fire. Scorched hair and flesh. Melted duracrete, transparisteel. Her own sweat. Her heart racing inside of her chest. She could hardly hear anything. But the grenade had hit its mark and taken a few lives with it. The air started to tingle again, like lightning was about to strike there again.

The Mando was coming.

"Take him and go," she felt herself say. Her words sounded muffled. "I'll buy time." She braced her feet against the ground, gulping in the Force even though it burned like alcohol now, and threw her arms in front of her, releasing as strong a Push as she could manage. If Elly didn't take the man somewhere and get that damned implant out, she was going to murder a bitch.

I must be feeling though blows to the head! I swear i can hear voices that sound like you She points at Cao. in my head. One Bright like another dark... Wow. She shakes her head to clear it before responding to them.

This was the first time I couldn't think my way out of trouble. I have been through things, believe me, here. Dealt with Huts, gangsters, swoop leaders, junkies, pushers, pimps, i have seen it and beat it all. Until now i had no need to think i couldn't handle a situation.
I have been lucky. I am generally lucky yes, but i don't rely on it. I out think people. I remember everything I see, and I can notice the changes.
She got quite, as she added everything that had happened tonight. She should be dead, logically she should be. One of, even most of, the people she had encountered tonight could have ended her, and there was nothing her mind could do about it. It was only through help or through luck that she was saved. She thought of the times she was lucky, the trash, and the facade falling. She had wanted those things to happen didn't she? At the time she either needed it or was so terrified and wanted everything close. She thought back to other times when the same thing happened. The was one solution that fit. These people were right, she was Force sensitive. She was more than just a mind. In awe of this realization she takes the shot. Gags that it is nasty and spits it out.
That is awful! How do you drink that stuff!

Kent nervously acknowledges Gavin.
I told you, I am breaking my norm here. She starts to get angry. I am not using that portion of my head, nothing I am doing now makes sense. You want a show then! She looks around the small dimly lit place for a second.

Fine! See that Togruta there? He is left handed, and is carrying a DL-44 under his tunic.
The Twi'lek to my right? This is her first night cheating on her husband. He is a a gambler that has lost to many times.
The human she is talking too? Looks like a hot shot smuggler and pilot, he has never left Nar Shadaa.

She pauses to let her statements sink in.

The Togruta. It would be easy to guess his handedness if he had a drink, but he hasn't ordered one yet. How could I know? His left shoe is scuffed at the heal more than his right, indicating his dominate foot is left, most beings the dominate side is the same for feet as it is hands. The blaster? The tunic is very lose to the point it would bunch and cause chafing, indicating something hidden. Something big and powerful, but he isn't that big of a being some nothing over the top. The dark brown color would hide if the handle came out a little, And finally there is a rounded fold that doesn't move or change shape where the scope has been wrapped up.

The Twi'lek. She keeps rubbing her finger where there is a slight discoloration the entire way around, there is something that is normally there but isn't now. She has expensive ear rings, a gift from her husband after a big win. But her cloths are cheap indicating times are tough right now. Her giggle when the man flirts is genuine, she is interested. But she keeps looking at the door wondering if someone will come in.

The man flirting with her. He looks the part. Slick back hair, the jacket, tools in the sleeve pocket, combat pants, and shinny boots. Let's go backwards this time. The boots have a perfect shine not scuffs, no stains things that happen on a star ship. So they are new you may say, not they are creased prenatally at the toes, so they are well worn. The pants, well folded and creased, you can see where the metal hanger rubs right above his knee. Hangers are not a space efficient storage option one would need on a freighter. The jacket... Ok that I will give him looks good, but the tools in is pocket sparkle. Not blemish or scratch, they have never touched a bulkhead, yet he moves as if he knows their weight by instinct so not one falls out. And finally his hair. Long and slick. Spacers are likely to have a helmet or a headset to communicate. No indentations at his temples and the long part in the back doesn't flip up as it would if under a headset most of the time. So yes he is lying.

Should I go on or do you get the point.

She looks at Na'an like she is annoyed, still angry.

Kent bursts out laughing.

A force school! HAHAHA, yeah I am not really, into a group structure sister. And i am still not really convinced about this me being one of you Forcies.

Oh and the sexual tension was just a guess... Looks like I hit the nail on the head though.

Kent starts thinking about her past. Every moment. She realized it was true. Thinking about it, it fit. She was Force sensitive. And in that moment her life changed. The look of shock and realization evident on her face.
Emperor's Black Bones... This fits. Woha...

For the first time in a long time, Kent was truly left speechless. She hasn't been in shock like this for almost a decade.

There is something you dont know about me. I dont do class rooms, i dont do large groups. I... I kinda missed the opportunity for traditional school. I have been on my own for most of my life, and before that i was a pirate's slave.

I know most things, thats not me bragging, its just a fact. But one thing i dont know is how to be student sister.

It didnt seem like much, but Kent had just really opened up to Na'an. KEnt couldn't say why, but she knew she could trust this one eyes woman. She opened up more that she had... well to anyone. Ever.