Choices

Quint could sense the darkness growing in this battle. Quint calmly kept the ring pinned. She then spoke, “Mar, you should ask for his surrender. No one can be so far down the path of the Dark Side that they can’t be reclaimed.” The implied other option was to put a light saber through the poor machine creature of a man’s neck taking the head off. Quint doubted the technology used was so advanced that a brain could be reconstructed.

She walked forward. She was not putting her padawan braid back in her hair till she was in Corisant and stood before the council. She had it tied back and it hung down to her lower back. She walked like a Jedi, sure and confident.

Walking down the ramp, staying clear or Mar and Rowan’s line of sight. She said,
“Ripper, I’ll give you a choice. You can surrender or I can stop the machine in you. Which would you like me to do?” She said. She could feel him fighting for the ring to come to him. She had placed Ripper’s fate was in his hand. He didn’t understand the threat that she posed him. With a quick move she could be on his back and pushing the force into the machine in him, making it malfunction.

Quint did not care which way it went now. She had done the right thing in this moment as far as she could see. Quint called out, “Lucy would bring a power cord for our guest.”

She half expected Rowan to pull out an electric cord