>>5528913All of them look to you for an answer. Even Sia-Lan and Ma’kis look similarly alarmed, and start demanding for an explanation. Confirmation that it wasn’t the Force itself that denied her connection, that it could just arbitrarily shut a Jedi off for straying away from the Light…
You don’t give an answer. All you do is lower your hand, and take up another stance.
“What have you done?!” Potkin repeats, this time screaming. Her voice is hoarse, cracking with a desperate plea. “I…I can no longer feel anything! The Force is…it’s gone!”
It isn’t permanent. Not with her power and level of mastery. Between a few hours, or within the week itself, her connection to the Force would begin to come back. Not that she or the other Jedi need to know that. Given how they’re looking at you, you might be an even graver, more imminent threat than Darth Vader himself.
It comes first as a whisper. “…give it back.”
You blink. “What-?”
Then, as a scream. “GIVE IT BACK!”
It is with purely mortal exertion that Potkin charges towards you, lightsaber raised to strike you down. Her eyes no longer see through you, see to the impending arrival of Darth Vader. They have sight only for Farren Gaelle, and taking back what was stolen.
“GIVE IT BACK!” she screams, punctuating her demand with strikes and blows. Even as she is deprived of the Force, her talent with lightsaber combat remains undiminished. But with her rage and desperation, her technique has become sloppy, her attacks telegraphed – all you do is fight defensively, and not exploit any openings. “GIVE THE FORCE BACK TO ME!”
>>Proc Mystic Weapon because of bullshit double dice…High above your heads, the blaster you dropped atop the crane suddenly lifts into the air. There’s just enough juice left in the clip for a handful of shots. The weapon’s aim is wobbly, and you know you’ll have to do more practice later, but the sight of the blaster is the final piece to unravel the master.
Potkin swings her lightsaber, frantically trying to block the shots as they come. Most go wide. A few sail close to home. But deprived of the Force, she can block none of them, let alone reflect them back or towards you. One actually grazes her shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain.
There’s your opening.
As the blade comes up, you drop one of your lightsabers and close the distance. You throw a punch, then snake your arm around hers, pinning it against your torso in a grapple. This close, she’s unable to maneuver out of the way.
“Give it back-!” she screams again. Even bloodshot and half-shut from blisters, tears stream down the burnt side of her face. Her lightsaber veers wildly in a desperate, last-ditch defense, and her legs kick against you. “Give it back-!”
You say nothing, and close in for the final attack…
>>Last chance to either kill or spare Master Potkin.>Kill her.>Spare her.<span class="mu-s">[VOTE OPEN FOR SEVEN HOURS]</span>
