[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=d86615]Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight[/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[color=6ecff6][i]25 pts (Light-Side)[/i][/color][/center][hr][hr]	Raynor's eyes darted over towards the window. Outside, there were the busy lanes of traffic, people zooming by on their flying vehicles. It gave Raynor an idea. An ordinary person wouldn't have been able to do it, but he was no ordinary person. He was a Jedi, in tune with the Force. If he used the Force, he could push Shakka and himself far enough out that they could clutch onto one of the passing craft, and spirit themselves away from Jarothe and his droids. [color=d86615]"You're not going to like this,"[/color] Raynor warned. 

	He didn't give her another second though to really contemplate what he was saying, as Raynor sheathed his lightsaber and rushed, grabbing Shakka and crashing out the glass window with her. He could feel the ebb and flow of the Force around him, using it to guide his aim as he propelled them twenty, thirty, forty feet forward horizontally... and they hit the roof of what was essentially a taxi cab. The alien driver and passenger inside both started screaming as the cab spun wildly out of control, Raynor's muscles straining to keep a grip onto Shakka and the cab, to keep them from falling to their deaths... But at least for now, they were safe. 

	Somewhat. 

	[color=d86615]"Jedi business, open the door!"[/color] Raynor shouted at the driver, who uneasily opened up the back door with a tentacle, the frightened passenger scooting as far away from the opening as possible, white as a sheet. [color=d86615]"Shakka, get inside, now!"[/color]