Now he was presented with an interesting question.

Does he intervene for a stranger? Does he walk away? At first thought he didn't think he knew enough to get involved. He didn't have his weapon.

Decisions. Decisions.

"Nothing to see? I didn't think the Empire was in the business of harming women."

Mira made sure that her gaze met with that of the man who had approached, and she hoped that this would at least be over soon. "I really....I didn't do anything...." she murmured again, not that it made a difference to any of them. They were, after all, just following orders.

There was a squad of stormtroopers there. Someone, was it the mythical Vader that everyone whispered about, was also out there. He couldn't believe that someone with a reputation like Vader's would be so callous with their presence, but then again perhaps he would be.

Tes'dra was unarmed in a sense - he didn't have his lightsaber, and he wasn't carrying a side arm. Outnumbered, out gunned and under the watchful eye of someone that was sure to come after him if he used any of his other talents to help this woman.

"I am sorry for this." He said quietly to the woman as she caught his gaze, his youthful impulse and desire to help her outweighed by the lop sided nature of the situation.

"What is your name? I'll be making a complaint with my Father, the General, about this treatment of Imperial women."

This he said as he turned his gaze to the stormtrooper that appeared to be the leader. A lie, but what difference would the Stormtroopers know?

She tried to draw in a breath, but it was painfully hard, surprisingly. This was not faked at all, obviously. Mira finally brought her gaze up to the man again, though she had her arm wrapped tightly around her own torso, as the pressure lessened the pain.

"Please...." She pleaded with him, though she was immediately silenced when another of the stormtroopers trained his blaster rifle directly at the side of her head and the unmistakable squealed whirr of it powering up could be heard. Instinctively, she winced and just waited for it.

But who else was watching? That was the second question Tes'dra considered in the intangible moment of the blaster rifle whirring to full power. And then he acted.

With reflexes that to the trained eye would reveal him to be more than he appeared, he struck out with with his left arm for the barrel of the Stormtrooper's blaster rifle - intent on striking it backwards as his right hand shot out, fingers out and palm open as he would reach to grab the fabric of Mira's shirt and yank her towards him and down, not the most comfortable way for him to throw her on the ground beneath him but until he could come up with a better way to remove them from the situation.

As his left hand went to strike the Stormtrooper's rifle - his fingers would close and he attempted to grab it and yank it back in a reverse of his initial motion - intent either yanking the weapon away from the Stormtrooper when he let go of it, or pulling the Stormtrooper with him and off balance - and right into a good position to function as a human shield should the rest of his squad simply open fire.

To Animus watching, Tes'dra's reflexes would appear simply too fast to be a mere human, or he had to be force sensitive. To the non sensitive Stormtroopers and Mira - he would simply be exponentially faster than they were.

When he grasped onto her top and pulled her towards him, she looked into his eyes for one brief moment before she was on the ground. That had hurt, and the woman winced and gasped momentarily to draw in a breath within her bruised and broken ribcage. It was then that she heard Animus' voice and she looked up and then squirmed herself out of the way.

Idly, Mira wrapped her arm around her ribcage once again and held tight, which helped with the pain and eased her ability to breathe.

"If you draw your weapon Tes'ika.." His mother always called him that. His given name was Tes'dra, but the 'ika at the end implied "my darling" in their language. His father called him that to irritate him, and that was who said it now.

"You must be ready to kill. It is not something that you do lightly or frequently, my son. When you leave our skies, the safety of our world - you must remember this." His father paused then, waiting to see if the boy had a response, something to say, or perhaps a question to ask.

"I understand, Father." The dark haired boy said solemnly."

"Do you remember your uncle, Sytess? His son Alexi?"

"Yes Father."

"Do you remember when you stole his tunic, and he yelled and shoved you instead of hitting you?"

The boy smirked. He'd ended up punching his cousin that day.

"Yes Father."

"If you draw your weapon, my son, let it do the talking."

Present day

Trap.

The word. The way the woman squirmed away but didn't run. If Tes'dra were a bit more naive, he'd think she was simply afraid the Imperials would gun her down from behind if she fled. But no, the lightsaber wielding figure in the shadows seemed too sure for it be that. No, he had been played.

It had been dishonorable on the womans part, but to look at the woman and convey that would perhaps cost him a precious moment that he might not have against this new threat. He had the stormtrooper's blaster rifle in his hands now.

He'd consider the irony of being called a traitor to an Empire of which he wasn't a citizen later.

The action amplified by the Force, Tes'dra leapt. Away from Animus and above anyone that might be in the way, he landed in the nearest building through an open window and as soon as his feet hit the floor he was moving through it to flee the scene, the blaster rifle in his hands clearing his path by its mere presence.

Mira glanced to Animus as he took the moment to shout orders to her and her response was no more than a simple nod before she dug her commlink out of her pocket and dialed.

"This is Agent Naeva. I need you to ground all flights off planet and lock down all hanger bays. No one leaves this planet. There is a dangerous and armed force user loose in the underlevels." She said into the commlink, with a confirmed reply a moment later. "A squad is in persuit." She added before she clicked the device off and handed it to one of the clones.