<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>As the Twi'lek slowly but surely scooted towards herself, Lua had a plan ready to get them both away from the Imperial safely...but would she be able to justify possibly doing him in, in order to cover the both of their tracks? Surely he wouldn't let them go so easily...no, she needed a surefire escape plan for them both.</b><br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Play along,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> she mouthed to the Twi'lek. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Trust me. I won't hurt you. But act like I will."</span></b><br/>
<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></b></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>When the other was ready and in position, Lua picked her up and ran her arm carefully under one of the other's, putting her in a half-Nelson while placing the hand on the back of her neck. She swiftly reached for her concealed EC-17 hold-out blaster that she kept hidden in her pants, bringing it up to the side of the Twi'lek's head. She had no intention of shooting her, but she needed to give the Imperial the impression that she would.</b><br/>
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<b>The man caught on quick what was going on when he heard the scuffle for the weapon, snapping around to point his own firearm at Lua. However, with her prisoner in front of her, he was unable to get a clear shot.</b><br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">"Drop it!" the red-skinned young woman snapped. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Drop it, or she <i>gets it!</i>"</span></b><br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"You, of all people, should know that I can't do that,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> Julius retorted, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"you two-sided snake. You let go of my property, let us leave, and I'll forget all about you."</span></b><br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"And I'm honestly supposed to believe <i>that? </i>I've got an offer for you--she and I leave right now, you don't die, and you live the rest of your days away from the Empire. Consider it a peaceful death, considering everything you've gone through and all your so-called 'leaders' have put you through." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">As she spoke, she whispered very softly into the Twi'lek's ear to back towards the craft, the two of them moving in unison towards the dropped landing ramp.</span></b><br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Leave me here, and someday they'll find me...and then they'll find you. And you leaving me here will be merely a vacation compared to the hell that'll await you should you leave on that ship."</span></b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Sorry, 'boss'...there's one thing my father always told me,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> the Zeltron said with a sly grin. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"You <i>never </i>refuse a sure thing!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> With lightspeed-quick reflexes, before the former officer could get a shot off, she whipped her sidearm forward and put a hole right where his eye once was.</span></b></span>