Thread: A Night Gone Wrong [Mystica x Vance]

Being a Sentinel Jedi Knight, watching the men come straight for me pulled me in two crucial directions. One use my lightsaber to slash off their limbs and take their life. Or two to put away the lightsaber and fend them off with just my martial arts, enough to escape without harming anyone. I wanted to free the lives of the guards the most so I went with my moral insctinct and shut off the lightsaber. When the attacked, I was there and ready to defend. Crotch-kicking, knee-cap breaking, punches, and plain old nerve-manipulation but none of that mattered, because my biggest threat was a across the room and before I realized the dart gun pointed straight for me. My lightsaber had parted from my fingers, lit, hot and ready to burn. Right through the chest right on target, but it was too late. The trigger had been pulled and the dart flew at me at too high of speeds for me to react in time. I was struck. I immediately grasped my back, but I stood no chance against the powerful drug. I was down, and I was out. Total blackness. Having lost consciousness, it wasn't too long before I was regaining my mind. My eyes were open when I was brought into the room but my body was limp and I was silent. That's because I was tripping literally. No matter where I looked, I could see flashes of colors as if my eyes has turned into heat vision. My head was too heavy for my neck so it rolled on my shoulders as if I was dazed and confused ... which is exactly what I was. I tried to talk, but my mouth only opened and a slur of words came out. After trying a few more times Bas...dei... I cleared my throat, trying my hardest to stay focused on one thing, which was currently a tall, blurred, colorful image or a man. Whom I presumed was Dani. But in the midst of blurring my words, I had fixed the line between colors and reality and realized that Dani was next to me, and whomever was in front of me was the leader. Dani was not the leader. Bastard! My words finally blasting from my lips. My eyes were moving less back and forth now as the image of a cloaked Sith came to my brain. I had to stare at it to properly process it. Shhh... I swallowed, Shiitt. I knew I had gotten myself in trouble. So much trouble that I was no longer sure I would be able to get out. I was not armed, I had no idea where I was, where my weapons were, or even who or what was in front of me. I knew I was drugged, and by the effects I was experiencing I had a feeling it was the Death Stick. Now, my life is shortened, but it wouldn't really matter since I would probably be dead by the end of the dead. Suddenly, the tension I had previously felt on my arms was eased and I dropped roughly to the floor. The presence of other people eased, and I had the gut feeling that we were now alone. Molesting the floor for a few moments to gain a certain stance I felt a light sense of relaxation. A sense of euphoria that was both unexpected and unwanted. Pulling myself to my hands and knees, I looked up to the man in front of me, to you, and gazed upon the being that was head of crime in Coruscant. Wh-who are you? It was a pathetic first question, but I was so drugged and confused, I had to ask.