<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Rogan's eyes went wide as she slammed the door in his face, then he winced as she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. His voice was slightly muffled as he spoke, since he was shoved up against the wall. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

I wasn't intending to use it. It's reflex. I was just resting my hand on it. I swear to you I wasn't intending to use it.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> As he spoke he slid his other hand slowly up the wall, stopping it with his palm flat against the wall at about shoulder level. He pushed hard, moving far enough away from the wall so that he could spin in the direction of the arm she held behind his back, his free hand making a fist and swining around toward her face. Rogan very rarely hit women, but this was a matter of self defense. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<font color=blue>The blow hit cleany, his knuckles cutting the inside of her lip against her teeth. Still holding onto his wrist she tightened her grip, shifting her thumb to the palm of his hand and forcing his hand back against his arm. She put all her weight onto the arm, forcing Rogan to fall to his knees to release the pressure on his wrist. She balled her other hand into a fist, backhanding him viciously across the face.

" Tsk, tsk! Now we're going to have to add assault to the charges,"

With a smirk and soft chuckle she drove her knee into his solar plexus.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Rogan doubled over, the wind being knocked out of him. As he fell forward, she released his wrist and he lay there on the floor, panting, trying to catch his breath and holding his wrist. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

He stood, walking out from the other side of the table, hands behind his back as he stood over the younger man.
"Not a smart series of moves, we were willing to do business with you, but then you had to be stupid. Lock him up"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Rogan looked up at Raktus, finally managing to find his voice. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

I never....meant to......use the....blaster.......

<font color=blue>Terolyn wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her finger tips. She stared at the crimson color against her pale blue skin and snarled. The pointed toe of her dark leather boot kicking him in the chest. She reached down and lifted the prone man from the floor with ease.

" Well you thought Reecee was an interesting planet, Mr. Sibrill. Now you get to see how interesting our prison system is."

She took his own blaster from her belt and aimed it toward him.

" Now move."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Rogan bit his lip to keep from screaming as she kicked him in the chest. He was having trouble keeping upright after she pulled him to his feet and stumbled when she told him to move. The pain in his chest wasn't fading which was not a good sign at all. <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Jai had traced Rogan by his ship's transmitter...and a few highly illegal tools of the trade.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Reecee! You big, stupid....oooo....Why did you go there?! Frell it all. Now I have to deal with Raktus...stuck up S.O.B....oy vey and the fricken Blue Wonder.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Jai scoffed and set her coords for IDTech's baseplanet.

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Once docked, Jai stayed in the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Millennium Jade Falcon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> and changed out of her business suit into her old smuggler clothes, which looked almost identical to outfits that her father use to wear. Once she tugged on her leather flightgloves and secured her blaster belt, she took to the streets. She didn't stick out as much in those clothes and blending in was her best defence on the streets of Reecee.

She didn't take long to find IDTech's headquarters, and didn't take much effort in breaking in. Now all she had to do was find Rogan...

[i]Foolish...
Reecee didnt see much outside trafic other than merchant traffic of IDT vessels itself. Anyone who thought they could just enter IDT space without being detected was already sorely mistaken. He had multiple Enforces traking her since planetfall, she may have thought that she was in the clear, but far from it.
The main cooridors of the building had been evacuated in the off chance this woman turned over to violence. Probobaly this action alone would indicate that she had been expected, if not then Raktus had been far too reactive if one could be that slow witted. As she entered the building, a lift opened on the far end of the lobby, awaiting her entrance...

<font color=blue>Terolyn stood inside the security office on the lower detention level, the dozens of different cams all aimed at the woman from dozens of different angles. Her arms crossed over her chest, a smug smile forming on her lips.

" Give me the feed from inside the elevator car, here-" She pointed at a screen that Jaina was not curently on.

The security officer nodded and entered a code onto the keypad. In seconds the picture on the screen showed the inside of the lift.

" Stupid Solo, very stupid..."

A small reciever was fitted into her ear and a mike hooked over the same ear and situated close to her lips.

" Frequecy Lamba 9 Delta. I want to be notified of her position at all times. Understood."

" Understood, Ma'am."

Terolyn checked the charge of the blaster that she had kept when she confiscated it from Rogan, and the personal one she kept secured on her belt. Satisfied, she exitted the office and into corridor.