[center]~|Day 2, 8:26-8:30 |~[/center]
[center]~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~[/center]
[center]~|Alat|~[/center]

Alat caught Xid’s comment about areas to target and took in the new arrival to the fight. Andri. Excellent. More targets and more opportunities for openings due to the split focus. Alat took a few steps calmly watching Sish from the corner of his eye. The motion was arrogant and deliberately leaving himself open even though Alat was coiled like a spring and ready for any sort of attack. The Kel Dor placed himself between Shiri and Sish calmly before settling into a fighting stance.

“Hmm you know even through this mask I can smell your fear sith.”

Alat took a short step and flicked his left then right hands out as though he were throwing short jabs at the air although he kept his hand parallel to each other with the thumbs up letting them fall forward to generate force. Not the strong structured punches he used to deal real damage. Two quick force thrusts radiated from the punches. One flashed towards Sish’s eye the other he directed right above the Trandoshan’s groin aiming for the center of balance that rested between and just above the pelvis. The third thrust was delayed. Alat knew now that the sith was a potent force user. No need to apply unnecessary effort if he didn’t need to. The half second delay should have been enough to slip by a counter telekinetic wave if Sish attempted it. The third and final shot was a straight on thrust to the top of the knee cap at a downward angle. Alat hoped it had enough force to dislocate the joint.

“Your kind are all the same. Cowards. Fearful. Struggling for the illusion of power and trying to leverage your emotions to do it.”

Alat laughed through his mask. It was a hollow sound that would have made the hairs stand up on anyone’s neck. “The girl is such an interesting choice, fear sith. That is what that choice tells me. You’re afraid of the strong which is why you pray on the weak. I’ve seen wookie cubs with more courage than you.”  

Alat’s words were meant to stir the emotions beneath the surface. Never mind the lightsaber, if the Trandoshan moved he’d open himself up to attack. Alat was waiting for something else entirely. Shiri was not someone he could allow the Trandoshan to get his claws on anymore. Not after the open display she’d made. Stupid girl. Regardless. Alat needed more information and the Trandoshan was going to give it to him regardless of its opinion on the matter. After all. Alat had been waiting for this opportunity since he’d woken up on the ship. [i]no mistakes.[/i]

 “Pity really. If you had more of a taste for preying on the strong I’d say we might have gotten along. But since you’re a coward and a sith you don’t even really rate attention other than to be put down like an animal. Unless you felt like giving up your emotions and relinquishing the dark side. Stranger things have happened. If you did that I’d have no reason to continue with this. That or you put that toy away before you hurt yourself and you leave without the girl and we all pretend this never happened.”

Alat settled and let the tension in his body drain away leaving nothing but a frighteningly cold serenity to radiate from him.