It was starting to come together--yes, in a very f'ed up way---but starting to make sence, none the less. John just wasn't some old, raveing lunatic with nice manners...he was some sort of prophet for some sort of race or people or group. These men just weren't mindless followers...they were warriors, but not just that, something more.

Jai was still confused and still ever fiber of her being told her to leave...but Maharas had a sootheing voice and a welcoming tone. All the men here did, in fact. Espically John.

Jai looked at him and at the odd frabrication that was his chest...she wanted to understand all this more. This was new, and very intrigueing...but was it dangerous? Was this some kind of plot? Her smuggler reflexes and Solo blood ran cold at the thought of her curiousness being the end of her. But...something deep inside told her this couldn't be bad.

Therefor, with much reluctancy and cautiousness, Jai raised her hand, slipped off her silken glove, and outstreached her fingers, lightly placeing her fingertips over Maharas heart...

(ooc: I'm sorry Sheridan that you don't like it, but Star Wars has lots of "Random Luck" in it, okay.

Xyron moved down the hall quietly, making sure to listen for any sounds at all that may warn him of dangers. He heard some noise up ahead as he moved stealthily down the hall. He reached an open door and peaked his head around the corner slowly and saw the reporter sitting there, there was the man that he saw Jaina take off with, and a few other men he had never seen before. He moved his head out of sight and looked around to make sure no one was coming. He would have to work fast, it didn't look like the woman was that comftorable. He had to get her out, and fast. In the mean time though, he had to find Jaina. He moved past the doorway as quickly as possible. He heard the convorsation stop inside.

"What was that?" one of the men said inside. John muttered something but Xyron couldn't make it out. He better get moving now. He bolted down the hall way and turned a corner just as a blast came from behind him, it grazed his back but he ran as fast as he could. The door down the hall opened and guards started filtering out of it. He moved into one of the rooms on the side and locked the door. He moved behind a table and kneeled down for cover as he took his Heavy Blaster out and ducked under the table. If they had even seen him enter this room, which he hoped they didn't, then he had nothing to worry about. If they did though he would have to play hide and seek.

René heard the blaster and used that oppurtinuty to dive for the nearest gaurds blaster. She set it for stun and fired at him. It missed, so she fired again. This time it hit him and he toppled. She went out the door and saw more gaurds down the fall. She fired two bolts at them, one hit a gaurd, the other grazed past him. With her blaster pack empty, she threw the gun at the last assailant and went to the door at the end of the hallway. It was locked. She pounded on it, kicked it, hoping it would give. She would have shot the lock, but she didn't have her gun. The gaurd closed in...

OOC: Renae, the guards aren't armed with blasters, they are using slug throwers, so take that into consideration.

IC: as luck would have it, the Guards in all the hallways triggered their Korizine gas cannisters, flooding the ship with the gas. The concentration was higher, and people were all ready starting to fall. John looked into her eyes, studying her once before moving. In a single fluid motion the guard was holding his rifle again, and John's own pistol had been drawn, the etching alien and mysterious as his other hand reached for the comlink.
"THis is Sheridan, Unleash Carn and Korym. Miss Leancaster, you have just assaulted one of mu guards, thank you for giving me a reason to detain you." He smiled once, a savage and unmerciful smile. "DO you know what this is?" he held up a shell from the ammo clips at his belt. "This is called a bio-explosive round. You know that 70% of the human body is water....which is Hydrogen and oxygen bonded at the molecular level. SHould however those bonds breakdown, the skin, most of the internal organ immediately vaporise...leaving only bones. Is this how you wish to meet your end, MIss Leancaster? If not, i reccomend you sit back down and we can discuss this as civil people. You aren't being detained for anything other than answering a few questions for the current time."

Elsewhere....
AS luck would have it, Azrael was storming around the ship, and happened to slam a door into the itnruder's head, knocking him to the ground. Immediately the teams were on him...Securing him, Thrashing him viciously about the head and shoulders. He caught a heavy dose of the gas as the guard set one off on his chest, immediately circulating the poison into his bloodstream. The two red armored men moved in quickly...a sadistic smile on their faces....blood lust evident in their eyes. He was dragged back to the cell, Thrown back into it with a great amount of force as the repulsor field was activated, letting him hang helplessly in midair, unconscious. The two sat quietly in the room, the bloodlust still evident.....as they watched him, waiting for him to stir, to administer another dose of Korizine gas.

Maharas opened the ramp quickly, pulling Jaina out of the ship, before the Korizine gas started to take effect. As he pulled her outside, her hand brushed firnly against his chest.....and she felt something odd....two heartbeats.....

"THis is Sheridan, we are secure again....if the prisoner does anything stupid again....vent the atmosphere in his cell...let him die....."

The second ship landed quickly, the soldiers moving quickly and efficently down the ramp, Bolters bared and ready to go. Two squads debarked immediately, these were not scouts like Azrael and the rest, these were trained and hardened veterans of long campaigns....The force was slightly imbalanced around the ship.....as if something very odd was abaord...

René blinked twice before she was pulled back into the conference room and systematicaly thrown into the chair. "Crime or not, you haven't got any right to treat me this way!" she snarled, her irritable streak coming out. "Now, how about those questions? I'm supposed to be at the Shards and we could be as far as Bimissari by now!"

Jai pulled her hand back quickly at looked at Maharas...

By this time, Jai had been so scared and confused that her god humor had taken over, "Well...frell. This day just keeps gettin' better and better. ...yanked out of ship by a dude with two heartbeats...what more could you ask for in a 2 minute period when regarding adventure, excitment, and plot twists?"

Then it suddenly hit her, she was outside the ship...but...she thought they had taken off. Ok...she was confused agian. But it really didn't matter, all that did matter was that she was out of that looney bin excuse for a ship. "Well, well, well....here we are outside of the ship. How about we just stay out here and I'll tell you more about smuggling?"

Maharas walked quietly with Jaina towards the landing ramp of the other ship. "it's quiet over here, besides, it's not my fault you don't have two hearts...." He said nodding to the other soldiers. The two squads moved aboards John's Ship, bolters at the ready. He was smiling as he sat down, resting his head against the landing claw. The connection points that were on his chest also ran up his back and there were some on the back of his head as well.

"That isn't a looney bin of a ship, i have been on weirder ones in my time....." He proceeded to speak of a short tour with a death company transport, one where most of the soldiers had to be inside force fields to prevent them from killing each other. He contuned to speak of the Red THirst, the constant striving for the feel of blood on one's hands, or the pyshicically induced balck rage...a genetic memory. "It wasn't the nicest of places to be...."

In John's study....
"Miss Leancaster, you don't seem to underswtand the precarious position you sit in." Conrad proceeded proceeded to rattle of every little bit of information about her, her parents, her childhood pet, her riends....details that should not have been easily found or known. "You plant a tracer on he hull of my ship, and then your associate in the holding cell cuts his way in. Ordinarilly, i shoot people for that, but i am not sure which of you is in charge of this little spy operation, or if you two are even working together. Your credentials are impressive, so i am only going to ask you this once, Are you working with that moron in the holding cell? And don't try to bluster me with New Republic Law and peo[ple coming to look for you, if it has been ordained to be your time to die, then they will never find a body, or any trace of you, anywhere....so answer my question."

In the holding cell....

The two warriors continued the steady flow of Korizine gas into the holding cvell, watching the unconscious human float in the dark green vapor.......

Jai opened her mouth the reply to him when a loud hiss, whisle, and then a resounding boom came from the distance.

"The memorial service has started..." Jai sighed and put her head in her hands. "All I came here to do was come to a firework show and be seen to represent the Solo's and Organa's and Skywalker's...instead I've now missed the service and been caught up in some...intrigue."

She scoffed, "Why does this always happen to me? Pfft, no, why does this always happen to Solos." She looked up at Maharas and smirked..."Another day in the life of a Solo."

(ooc: Sorry Sheridan but you'll have to edit that post where you capture me, see I was under a table, the front was facing towards the door, so obviously a door couldn't just happen to slam into my head, luck or not. So you should consider editing that post.)

Xyron sat under the table and heard the guards bust down the door. They all came inside the room, just his luck, the lights inside the room turned on as he heard them checking the apartment out. As soon as he could, he moved out from under the table and jumped for the door, he could hear the blasts of the slug throwers the guards had. He sprinted back down to where he came from. He looked back into the waiting room but the reporter wasen't there. He moved down farther into the ship and found her with John in one of the rooms. "Hey did you miss me," Xyron muttered. John looked behind himself, and found Xyron's fist coming towards his face. It hit him square in the jaw as he fell off his feet and hit the ground. Xyron looked up at the reporter, "Hi." he smiled. He grabbed her by her arm and moved towards the door when he felt a bolt of pain go through his back as John kicked him. Xyron fell to the floor. He looked up at the reporter, "Go, hurry." He turned around and got to his feet quickly and looked at John. "So we meet again."

(Guys....this whole RP is <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> screwed up.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> Face it.)