<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Expedint Devil</em>,  Ord Mantell orbit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>4<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"In my expirence there is no such thing as luck."</strong>Septimus said, but there was little, if any heat to his voice.  There was a great deal of wariness as he looked about the ship the deeper they moved into it.  At first when he saw the ship upon the landing pad and had deduced his so called companions' intenions was the additional scruitiny they would bring down upon them by stealing a starship.  He only followed them beccause he had not sensed another humanoid on board, indeed non for well over two hundred meters in any direction.  Well, also because he coud not shake the sense of being with them felt...<em>right</em>.  Now his main concern was if this ship would even survive a jump to lightspeed.  The only positive he could see by giving some of the still sparking cables on the deck was no one in their right mind was going to report this ship missing.  They were possibly thanking the Force they would not need to fly it.<br/><br/>Septimus stepped onto the cockpit/bridge of the old transport and came to a dead stop when he saw a firearm pointed in his direction.   It was not the fact one was, as it was not the first time he had ever been in front of th business end of a blaster.   No it was the waves of fear coming from the youngish looking Twi'lek which stopped him cold.  In all the times when Septimus was feling perhaps a little sorry about his lot in life, the Force always had a means of putting in front of him someone who had it far worse.  Tina was pretty and exotic, and he did not need the Force to tel him who exactly this Lord Harrow was, or what he ha done to Tina in the past, and why the woman was willing to kill to see it would not happen.<br/><br/>Once more Septimus cursed his connection to the Force as he was certain he did not have the control to snatch the gun from her hands, not without risk of it going off first and shotting him, Miria, or something vital on the ship they could not be without.   Also he was not certain he coud influence her mind.  A woman who had managed to escape slavery bespoke of a strong willed mind, and one he was not certain he could influence even if he had been back in his days as a Jedi Knight working side by side Victoria.   Her name brought a pang of sorrow to his features, one he did his best to dispel with a shake of his head.  No, he ould handle this they way many of his kind had done throughout the ages when finding themselves in a situation turned tense, with peace, logic, and a trust in the Force.<br/><br/><strong>"Let us be calm.  This ship looks like two drunk Jawas repaired it. I do not think we need to further add to the insult by firing  blasters at  it.  I am certain we will not like the results. If you relax a moment, and search yourself, you will know we are not part of this Lord Harrow you speak of.  It is easy to do.  Listen to my voice, relax, and reach out with your feelings.  Listen to my voice, let go of your fear, and touch upon us both.  There, let go, listen, feel.  There is no emotion, there is peace.  There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.  There is no  passion, there is serenity.  There is no chaos, there is harmony.  There is no death, there is the Force."</strong>Septimus did his best to keep his voice level, calm, serene as when he first heard the words of the code spoken by his Master, and waiited for Tina next action.