Another Town, Another Train. (Corp Sector. Roonadan. So Imps?)

[Remi Bayer]

Well that's a dislocation all right.

Her fingers lost purchase then, the shock of pain all too much, and she rocketed backwards. She hit the metal flooring hard and flipped head over heels as shards of glass rained down around her. She only came to a stop by virtue of the base of a control panel, and whatever breath remained in her lungs exploded from her lips.

Move woman. Captain slice-and-dice is doing something funky but you don't have long.

"Y.." she struggled to fill her lungs, even as she crawled -dazed and confused- toward the open door way and blessed freedom from this suddenly bad day. "..ou...really...are...heartless...." it came as a wheeze and then she heard the unmistakable sound of boots making landfall.

GO!

Remi gathered her strength and launched herself the rest of the distance toward the open doorway.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis turned and saw the figure leaping out of the side door of the train, immediately turning back as the train continued its grinding against the railings, it’s momentum falling as Prazutis burst open the back door, landing on the same surface she managed to jump to, not too far away.
“Hypocritical... calling someone else heartless yet you show no remorse as to kill an innocent being for no particular reason.”
Prazutis walked towards her, putting away his saber.
“Perhaps for you... letting you rot in an imperial prison may serve better than death... provided your suffering matches double what you gave out this day.” He put his hand out, reaching out with the force. Although he couldn’t use the force to crush a person’s windpipe, he could still call out... and draw the woman’s throat into his awaiting, mechanical palm.

[Remi Bayer]

She lay on the metal, the thrumming vibration of wheel-on-rails riding up her body in parallel waves with the agony. All around her was space, empty, blurred landscape. The train may have slowed but not enough for her eyes to take in but a glimpse of a tree or a dark hill, before it was snatched away from her. Sweat lived for the briefest moment on her skin before the bitter winds tore it from her and sent a biting chill deep into her bones.

Bad day isn't over Rem, he's coming and he's still talking.

Bayer couldn't even form a reply, she only glanced up at the warrior for justice as he landed a few feet away on the metal platform just beyond the doorway. She watched as the crimson blade fizzled out of existence as she manged, shakily, to get to one knee before something akin to gravity of magnetism wrenched her from the metal platform. She felt a pressure around her neck, it wasn't suffocating but was definite, and it attracted her with force toward the waiting mechanical palm.

BOOT KNIFE! BOOT KNIFE!

Her body obeyed, her leg raising and her hand finding and retrieving the blade while her dislocated arm flopped behind her uselessly. The point of contact was a heartbeat away and she snapped the blade up, elbow bent to brace, and three inches before her face. The durasteel tip met the metallic palm, found a chink in the joins that gave it dexterity and sunk deep from the momentum. She twisted the blade, tearing it to the side and the arm with it, she hit the ground and rolled past him.

"Ball-" was all she managed before she disappeared over the edge of the platform.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis' eyes widened as he saw the blade sink into the cybernetic wrist joints in his prosthetic, pulling the arm to the side and watching the girl fall from the edge. Reaching out with his other, functioning hand, he kept her from meeting the inevitable demise of the ground below. He thought about bringing her up and either capturing her or giving her the final blow himself, but hearing the sounds of small-scale imperial transports, he held his focus on keeping the woman in place for the moment, his focus on her back and lower legs to keep her from worming her way around the grip he held while the other imperials arrived and prepared to capture her instead. This battle was over, Prazutis thought to himself. The woman had no way to go anywhere, and nowhere else to go. As far as he was concerned, his job was finished as soon as the troopers arrived.