voice | a call for help

[psychometry]

[ If he could have posted a video message then he would but, between standing over Bass's unconscious body, the still-drawn lightsaber and the mask he has yet to remove, Quin settles for voice. His tone is terse and grim, punctuated by a slight breathlessness and the familiar bassline hum of an ignited lightsaber in the background. ]

I need the security militia. Corridor one-one-three-eight. [ SHUT UP POP CULTURE NERDS it's a totally normal number. ] Weapons aren't needed...

[ A pause for reflection, then: ]

But a medic is.

[ yet another pause before he gruffly adds: ]

Obi-Wan. You too.

[ OPEN TO ACTION: Quinlan will be found pretty much sitting on top of a very unconscious Bass (also minus one arm). Only one thread for hauling Bass's body away to the brig, please - all other arrivals after that will find Quinlan alone after Bass has been taken away! ]

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[enforced]

I'd be glad to see if you've improved with your Master status.

Or if you can defeat me in a duel.

[Normally, Obi-Wan would never say that to a Master: he has too much respect for the authority. But this is Quinlan, and no matter how different he is, Obi-Wan has not quite reconciled the man he knows to this one, here.]

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[psychometry]

[ Even with the incriminating red crystal in the heart of his lightsaber and the uncomfortable guilt of his encounter with Bass, Quinlan can't resist the satisfying thrill of smugly replying: ]

That's fighting talk. [ Quin places a scarred hand on his own chest. ] But I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two, young Padawan.