Found Person [Day 5, LE, Closed]

[Meiyokashi]

It was through so many people's concerted effort that you've arrived here. Worried as everyone was it only deepened when they found troopers searching through the streets as well. A red headed girl being hunted by the Empire it only made the threat present sink in deeper..

As the door to the vault slowly opened.

[Negotiator may join this thread.]

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Of course Dhel joined the search. She was worried. Petra was…about as young and prone to poor decision making as Dhel was, and that was reason enough to worry. But all the Imps out fueled things further. What have you fallen into?

She kept her com on as she wandered old haunts, catching the noise on their channels, and dodging patrols with everyone else, till Varina’s voice came over the com, spotting Petra's red hair. Dhel kind of wanted to punch her for her tone of ‘yeah whatever, get it done…losers.’ She didn't actually *say* any of that, but you could kind of hear it anyway. Had she been that snarly a few years back? How had Cayl not punched her through a wall?

Then she still had to get over there through the hive of patrols. Dhel waited with Sholua, counting breaths. Just like a show…the curtain comes up when it comes up…

It came up with a blur of jumping and riding and tossing and climbing that she will never be able to describe clearly. When there was a breath to think, Sholua was holding the door open, and Dhel just needed to move. Tiny as she was, it was no trouble to slip under Sholua as she held the door open. Just enough time to turn and mouth “thank you,” before scurrying on, trying to be careful in the dangerous mess of half-made building, her dress dragging and catching on exposed nails.

Which was all fine until they spooked Petra and that alarm set off. Dhel ran to the closing door…not nearly fast enough. “She’s trapped! There’s a safe room and all these alarms!” she hissed over the com…as if nobody could hear the damn alarm. One hand pressed against the door, trying to talk through it, though it was probably way too thick. What if they hadn't hooked ventilation into it yet? Minutes started to feel like hours.

She can’t see most of the work, but hears people slipping through the building; a grunt of effort that precedes abrupt silence from one horrible whine; clattering in other corners of the building...then the com pops to life with that simple “And we are in.”

Dhel crouches low to roll under as soon as there's space, just in case something goes wrong before it opens fully. Once inside, she rises, brushing dust off out of habit. "Petra? Are you ok?" Listening so hard she can imagine she feel the air move on her eardrums.

[Petra]

Waiting inside the door opening was like a signal. Up on her feet, ready to run. Just had to slip through them.. she could do that, slip through and run like she's never run before and maybe she could still make it out. Nothing else was possible, every wall was clean and closed, just the one exit.

When the door opened Petra was on her feet and ready to sprint and she almost did but when she saw Dhel standing there, heard her voice, she froze.
Nothing made sense, everything was moving too fast, and she just froze. Petra looked distant. Sweat beads had long since dried and she was disheveled like she'd been running for hours, because she had been running for hours.

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Barefoot, the Bothan hurries forward, sandals long since lost in all that jumping and climbing. "Petra! What is going on? Everyone is looking for you, and the buckerheads are all over the place looking for *something*..." She reaches for the woman's shoulders, "are you hurt?" She notices the stark, bare walls, but tries to ignore how exposed they make her feel after scurrying through all the dark angles of the half-built building.

[Petra]

Giving her the lookover she can at least be certain Petra didn't appear hurt, but she was rattled for sure, "I-" she stammered, next she realized there was another question, "No," she managed out quick. "I just- I.. there was that doctor. I was there. Lady with a scar.. grabbed me.. let me go? Suddenly there were troopers and then IjustranIjustranAcoupletimestheyfoundmebutIgotawayandkeptrunningandI-" the speed as which she spoke degraded to the point of just incomprehensible words being blurted out. Dhel could see the signs, the quick onset, how panic and realization of everything was catching up to her.

[*If the together text can't be read it's not plot important, she just rambles about the running away process]

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Soothing, she had some practice with...paranoids and drunks and drugs that set off all kinds of reactions, and her hands move of their own accord, brushing from shoulder to elbow, repetitive, slowing. "Shh..It's ok, everyone's nearby. We'll get you out. Get you hidden, OK? They can't grab all of us" She wasn't too sure about that last thing, actually.

Her hands slow, and stop at a realization. "They kept finding you? And she grabbed you? Did she..put something on you, something to track?" Taking half a step back, she scans her friend up and down, looking for something out of place.

[Petra]

Petra buried herself against Dhel, hiding her face. Holding onto the resolve she barely managed to maintain. Breathing slow, in and out, just like Mylar had taught her to help with anger. "No.. not like that, she just stopped me after I.. I'm okay," she said, and a look over her did confirm it. With a rise she steps back again, looking to Dhel, "They're still looking, we should go.. now," she says, but holds in place.

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Dhel nods, pulling out her com. "We're coming out, need to get he someplace safe and out of sight."

Even as she starts moving, she looks, to her friend, worried. "After you what, Petra?" She's willing to believe they'd arrest someone just for running into some fancy official. But would they hunt this hard? "There's hiding, and then there's hiding. How invisible are you gonna need to be?"

[Petra]

"I.." she looked down, standing there frozen in the moment of uncertainty.

[Hard Check, social skill depending on your approach to getting Petra to open up and be honest. With Dhel, this check receives 3 Boost and notably decreased the difficulty by 1.]

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

"Ok..." She makes sure the comm is off and tucks it away. "Come on. Get it off your chest, and then we go. Remember when I dropped Cayl's best toolbox into the Lower because we were gonna go fix that half-collapsed shed into some kinda hideout? And I thought I was dead, and you were all 'we just have to get it back' and we did...except for that one screwdriver..?"

Hands on Petra's shoulders once again, she presses her forehead to the redhead's. "We've got to move, and you're weighted down. Just spill it.?
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(Going with Charm, let me know if that's more..some other skill)

Using Destiny

D5 Event LE: Charming a secret out: Hard check, 3 boost, PC Destiny: 3eP+3eD+3eB 1 success, 3 advantage

[Petra]

"Okay look.. I.. things weren't moving at all so I figured," she crossed her arms, rubbing her hand along the other. "I figured, big time doctor lady would probably have some interesting stuff, right? Mara was always talking about revealing the truth and stuff so.. I figured, why not take a peek in her pockets, right?"

She dug into one of her back pockets, pulling out some kind of cylinder, "I grabbed a letter that wasn't.. useful but this might be?"

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Dhel's eyes grow wide. "They wouldn't be looking this hard if it weren't. You are insane...and brilliant...and..." One hand moves to Petra's elbow. "OK, yeah, someone needs to look at that and make sure there's not a tracker in it and why it's so hot. So...really hidden is where you need to be."

"But..." She pauses a minute giving Petra a huff of amused exasperation. "You got things moving all right, come on..."

[Petra]

Petra looked down at the cylinder, smiling and catching herself doing it. Looking up to Dhel she gave a quick nod before moving forward but giving one last quick pause before calling her name and reaching out her hand. Taking Dhel's she stepped up a quick two steps, with the hop kissed her on the cheek, "Thanks," she said quickly, popping over a couple more steps, "let's go."

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Now it's Dhel who pauses a moment before another small tug at her hand gets her feet moving again. What?... OK. Not now. Very much not right now.

Her hand lifts to her cheek as they slip out into the building to all the friendly hands waiting to help get them safely away.

/exit
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