Breakout

[Gerruf]

The Kubindi detention center Hell's Pit, a cruel prison for political dissidents and other innocents. It truly was a horrible place, Gerruf could feel the echoes of pain in the force. People had died here, suffered here, for far too long. Thankfully they had finally come to do something about it, their exact task being to infiltrate and save as many of the captives as possible. They were currently in the middle of the infiltration phase, Gerrufs lightsaber sunk deep into a side wall of the complex. They'd gotten there after an foray through the back alleys around the complex, dodging cameras and guards to reach their position.

The blueprints they'd bought off a guard had assured them this would be the place to aim for. With a marginally thinner wall and the prison cafeteria on the other side, it would give them the straightest route to the control rooms and cells. It would also probably be deserted, what with it being very late at night and only the prison guards remaining in the building. It was possible that one might be taking a snack break, but in the prisoner cafeteria? Gerruf had used the force to feel out the room before beginning the break in as well. He was only a Padawan, but he'd still failed to sense any signs of life across from them.

That was no reason to lag however, and Gerruf grunted as he put his weight into the green blade. Laboriously, he pushed the lightsaber around to complete the wide circle he'd just etched into the wall. Pulling out the lightsaber and deactivating it, a quick application of the force pulled the chunk of metal out towards them and to the ground. The result was a mid sized window into the complex, easily big enough for someone to climb through. Gerruf wasted no time and pushed forward, already scanning the room as he entered. There were no cries of alarm, because the room was indeed deserted.

It was vast room with tall ceilings, and a surprisingly small number of tables towards the room center. Tall pillars were in the center, and large gaps of open space between the tables and walls. Their hole had let them out right next to the small opening that lead to a kitchen, likely where the prisoners got their food. The only entrance besides their own was the door at the far end of the room from where they'd entered, where they had to go. Gerruf stepped out of the way quickly to allow his mission partner to enter, a fellow rebel named Tycho. His hands were on his weapons still watching out for any signs of discovery or resistance. So far so good, though Gerruf was well prepared for it not being so with his usual armor and gear.

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[Tycho Draykon]

Keeping up with the Bothan as they made their way through the back alleys, dodging cameras and guards they came across was the easy part so to speak. Now with them outside the Kubindi detention center called Hell's Pit, the two rebels work has just begun. He had not heard much about this place besides the fact that political dissidents and other innocent people were treated cruelly here. He did not need to have the ability to connect with the force to feel how cruel this place is. It felt like, even with the armor that he has on, that the air seemed to drop a couple dozen degrees. Even though the atmosphere gave the criminal an uneasy feeling, the man is glad that he has come here to help get at least some of the poor souls out of here. Even if it is just a small handful it will mean that fewer are suffering. Now Tycho has just met his partner, but with how Gerruf got straight to work without having to be reminded as to why they are here or what they are having to do here, well let's say the Officer is glad to have the Bothan as a partner for this mission.

As the two got into position Tycho kept an eye out for any hostiles in between scanning the wall next to the rebels. Though he doubted with how little guards they have come across that anyone will be approaching them as the Bothan cut through the wall with his lightsaber. That reminded the officer that he has one too, though he has no idea how to use the weapon. Eh he will find some use for it even if it is just to be a back up one incase his partner somehow loses his. In his mind the officer went through what they have managed to get to so far. They had bought off blueprints to this hellish place off a guard, who pointed out to them that this should be the location that they can use to penetrate the building. That is if the guard was telling the two rebels the truth. If the guard was, then it should be a straight shot to their end goal. What was it that the guard said this should be? The cafeteria? So it should be empty if it is unless someone was getting a late night snack or dinner. Either way there should not be that many guards on duty. The reason for the few guards the Lieutenant has no idea why, but if this whole thing works out, it will be something that will come to hurt whoever runs the detention center.

Hearing the lightsaber deactivating, Tycho glanced over to Gerruf. Noting the decent sized hole that the Bothan carved into the wall. It is just big enough for the two of them to step through one at a time. Well he has squeezed through holes smaller than that so he won't be complaining about it at all. The officer kept an eye out as the Bothan climbed through the hole, once he was through Tycho wasted no time to follow. He will step through the hole backwards though to keep an eye on behind the two. Even though there was no guards approaching them, but due to it being a learned habit. He learned plenty of times as to way to always watch one's back. Mostly on Toydaria. Since then the man had always made it a habit to watch behind the group he is on a mission with. Once he was in, the officer stepped away from the hole as he immediately looked at their new surrounding.

There was not a whole lot of time to take in everything but the criminal did not need much to take in the little details. The tall ceiling, how big the room is as well as the very few tables present. So they must have brought the prisoners in small groups for their meals to keep an eye on them. He also took note as to what part of the vast room they came in at which appeared to be next to the kitchen. Unshouldering his Westar Rifle the human was prepared for things to go south, hence why he had his armor on as well as his weapons with him. Moving over towards the door at the far end of the cafeteria. His movement was swift but calculated in case they are discovered or accidentally come across any guards while the two made their way to the door at the other side. But that will not happen as no guards came by the time Tycho reached the door. Which oddly enough had a small window that the rebel can use to look out. After taking a second or two to look out, the man noted that no one is coming. Then again with how quiet the place is the two can easily hear anyone approaching their position. Opening the door, the officer was surprised at how quietly the door opened. Another plus for the two rebels. Stepping out into the hallway, Tycho looked to see that behind them is a dead end. So he looked back ahead with his rifle aimed as he waited for his partner to come out into the passageway as well. Though the man will start walking ahead at a slow pace, making sure to keep his footsteps quiet as he moved. The hallways are dark, but somewhat lit. Through his scope he will be able to pinpoint any guards possibly before the rebels are spotted.

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[Gerruf]

There was a thankful absence of any cries of alarm or discovery as the two entered the room proper. All the same, it was gratifying to see his Lieutenant partner ready and prepared for such a thing to occur. He had been assured beforehand of the other Rebels competency of course, but one could never tell by one word of mouth alone. Gerruf certainly hadn't gotten this far in life by doing so, though a small display of ability was far from enough to earn his trust. At the very least though, it assured him he could safely turn his back for a moment as his partner proceeded ahead.

Looking back at the hole they'd entered from, Gerruf reached out with the force to once again lift the piece of wall he'd cut free. Carefully and quietly he pulled it back into the wall to fill the gap it had left, greatly concealing their entry. It wasn't perfect of course, but at least there wasn't a giant hole in the wall now. Now, if someone happened to walk by, they would need a somewhat closer look to see the breach in the complex defenses. Satisfied, the Bothan turned to follow his partner to the door and down the hall. As he moved, he drew one of his pistols from his waist with one hand, holding an unignited lightsaber in his other. He saw that Tycho had his own weapon similarly positioned for quick action.

It wasn't exactly ideal however, the lightsabers or blasters, both would be unnecessarily loud. Gerruf decided he would need to do his best to subdue any guards with the force or some other nonlethal methods before deploying his weapons. Fortunately, the passageway looked clear so far, and he didn't sense that changing anytime soon yet. Remembering the map, the guard control room was just down this hall and to the right up several flights of stairs. It was positioned at the top of the detention center, a strong plastiglass box that overlooked the entire prison with two guards inside at all times. It could be used to both open the cells, initiate lockdowns and alarms, view cameras, and call for reinforcements. If they were going to do this, then it HAD to fall.

There was one problem before that however, the checkpoint at the bottom of the stairs, put in place exactly to stop what they were intending to do. A metal gate with a guard on the inside, it controlled the stairs and any attempts to get to the box. Thankfully, according to Gerrufs senses as he felt ahead with the force, it was a slow night and the guards were bored and tired. Taking the lead, Gerruf brought them to the fork in the path stopping there to confer with his partner. Right around the corner was the gate and guard only a few meters away. To the left lead deeper into the prison, thankfully free of anyone at the moment. Gerruf turned to Tycho and offered his lightsaber as he begun to whisper.

"Here, when you say go, I'll use the force to try and knock him out. While I keep him quiet and busy, you cut through the gate as quick as you can with this. Hopefully we can avoid blasters so far and keep the element of surprise if we do this right." It was a tall order perhaps, Gerruf wasn't sure he could do it even. But it was the best idea he had at the moment. If Tycho had a different plan he was welcome to suggest it, though they didn't have much time to stand around talking.
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[Tycho Draykon]

Like his comrade, Tycho had the layout of the place memorized, so knowing where to go is not going to be the problem. The problem will be to take out the guards without creating any or too much noise. Now snapping a guard's neck will not be hard if the two can sneak up, but it is if they have the unfortunate luck of being spotted by the guards. The sound of a lightsaber can be just as loud as blaster fire, so the sounds of a lightsaber and blaster fire will alert the rest of the guards in the building, and most likely result in the rest of the Empire knowing eventually. So it was the fact that they will have to somehow take out the guards quietly that will be the problem. One that the rebel officer is racing to find a solution to.

As Gerruf took the lead before taking a stop at the fork in the corridor. The rebel knew that the way to their checkpoint is right around the corner. Oh so there is a guard there? Well that is no surprise there. Wait use the jedi's lightsaber to cut through the gate as he distracts the guard? Well now he knew that a person does not have to be force sensitive to use the sacred weapon. The man shook his head as he whispered, "I got a better idea. There is a camera over there. They won't know who we are thanks to our armor." He reached to his belt unclipping a lightsaber he had all this time, the rogue explained "I got this off a sith during a battle on a station. I can use this to cut through the gate so we both appear to be a couple of rogue sith." The idea of pretending to be a sith didn't sit well with the criminal, and doubted that Gerruf will like it. But if him using the lightsaber he got off the sith worked, then the Empire will be looking for a couple of sith, not a couple of rebels or whoever they think of looking for.

As he waited for Gerruf to think through the officer's idea, Tycho pondered over if the two of them will even succeed. Well there is no doubt that one of the two of them will succeed in their part, but it was which one will succeed? Hopefully incase Tycho fails to cut through the gate the first time the Bothan can keep the guard distracted long enough for the criminal to try again. That is if they get a second chance. There is no telling how quickly the guards will react when they hear the sound of a lightsaber ripping through the gate.

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[Darth Parox]

Ever since the attack on Corellia (and now Kuat, Formos, and Klatooine), the Empire—and its many facilities—had been waiting tensely for the next rebel attack. Circumstances had not allowed Parox to participate in any of the fighting thus far, since it had begun while he was on Coruscant and travel had taken about a week, but now that he was in the Outer Rim, he had traveled to the only world that had remained safe from the strikes but would clearly see combat due to the prison—Kubindi. Many speculators pointed to it as the next likely target for the more politically-minded rebels, citing their constant sneaking around and pretending to be do-gooders as a reason—and truth be told, Parox could see what they meant. It certainly seemed like a rebel sort of thing to do—freeing a prison full of terrorists and undesirables.

It was why Parox had chosen to take the chance and head to the prison to oversee it for a week or two. If the rebels attacked, good. If they didn't, even better. He was there to ensure no more Imperial blood would be spilt because of the traitors, and had spent the past two days patrolling its grounds whenever he felt like it, then watching its surveillance footage when he wasn't in the mood to walk around. It had been uneventful thus far.

Until now. He noticed the green beam of a lightsaber piercing the wall of the outer perimeter from surveillance camera footage—he hadn't been in the mood to walk. A guard stepped in seconds later, his mouth already open. "Sir, we have reports of a b—"

"I know. Keep it discreet. Issue an order through the comms but don't sound the alarm." It would be much simpler to deal with this without riling up all the prisoners into thinking they actually had a chance at freedom. Parox stood from his seat and grabbed what gear he'd left sitting on the table. He was wearing the usual, of course, ready for something like this to happen, and he'd brought another 2 clips for his Quickdraw, just in case. Motioning to his Pureblood companion—Mid Samekh, who he knew from their mission on Mustafar and subsequent conversation to be a good fighter to have at his side—he stepped out of the room, the Sith next to him. Their Force signatures were completely concealed, as he'd instructed Mid, to make sure no Force sensitive nearby would know they were there. They were undetectable.

The two walked down the corridor silently, exchanging knowing looks with any guards they passed. As he turned a corner to his right, he could hear their hushed voices and spotted their shadows around another corner, about 30 meters up ahead. The checkpoint was about 45 meters in front of him—their right—and the guard was aware what was about to go down. Because they were looking to the right and he was coming from around a corner to their left, they wouldn't notice him until he stepped out and spoke. They had one possible escape; the two rebels could technically just turn around and run back the way they came and be none the wiser. Would Parox pursue? Truth be told, there was no need to waste time on that. If they ran, they ran. A victory is a victory.

"And why would you want to appear to be rogue Sith?" he asked quizzically, his voice echoing down the corridor. His lightsaber ignited as he spoke, because he knew it was more than likely he'd get shot at mid-phrase, so he prepared to block it. He cast aside the veil over his signature and the Force gathered within him, building up for a future attack, and an oppressive heat began spreading and casting ripples through the Force as the harsh reality set in: a Sith Lord had just appeared. His strength was undoubtable and his signature instilled dread in most, brave as they may think themselves to be.

The Jedi, however, was a small puddle of cold purity, dwarfed by Parox. The fact that he could feel the Padawan in the first place was a testament to how "stealthy" he really was. Idiot didn't even mask his Force signature, came the immediate thought. God, they really didn't know how to train Jedi these days.

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[Mid Samekh]

Mid was sitting in the small room with Darth Parox, holding a bowl of the local cuisine and clearly enjoying his meal. He was getting tired of being stationed for guard duty and he was convinced that this was the consequence for decking the corporal that ordered his retreat on Hoth. The footage of a lightsabre piercing the cafeteria wall caught his eye and after focusing in on the force he could sense the Jedi mongrel's presence. His own signature was masked. Lord Parox ordered the move and as much as he hated doing it he had to follow the order.

A guard came in to notify them but they already new. Mid quickly took the last bite of his meal then set the bowl down, grabbing his helmet and slipping it on. He followed Lord Parox down the hallway towards the intruders' position. While the Sith Lord's gear was nothing to scoff at, Mid looked like a monster next to him. His armour covered him from head to toe, his two pistols were holstered on his upper legs along with 2 mags for each, his Sith knife was sheathed on his belt behind his back, the dark corruption spilling out of the sheath. His crossguard lightsabre hung from his left hip and his polearm was collapsed in his left hand. Finally his most prized possession was strapped to his right arm: the Sith Lanvarok loaded with razor sharp discs capable of cleaving right through flesh and bone. It was a barbaric weapon made by a barbaric race but in his eyes it was honour and tradition incarnate.

His helmet covered the menacing grin and the black cloak helped him blend into the shadows like a ghost. They reached the intruders and Mid was standing to the Sith Lord's left and a step behind him, his polearm ignited both 1.2 metre long crimson blades with a greatsabre-like hum and he held it diagonally in front of him. The two blades cast an eerily red light onto his massive frame, bumping up his intimidation factor even further. The Bothan in front of him looked like a tiny child to the Pureblood, but his friend's presence was much more imposing...for a rebel. As Parox started to speak Mid drew the force around him, casting aside his presence-mask. The sound of his breathing blowing through the ventilation slits in his helmet made him sound like a great bull readying for a charge. He was ready for anything these rebel dogs had to throw at him.

"Katsofirse pedani jiaka." he spoke proudly. "Surrender now and make it easier for all of us."

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[Gerruf]

Gerruf suddenly felt as if something was very very wrong. The force was screaming a warning in his ears, abruptly ripping his focus away from the other rebels proposal. As if on cue, the new arrivals voice echoed down the other hallway, and he turned to see a red lightsaber igniting. Sith, two of them actually, although Gerruf only had eyes for one. That human, he reeked of power and darkness, beyond anything he'd ever encountered before. Their mission had just become extremely untenable, their very lives now at risk. Retreat, especially from their current position, and quickly.

He acted almost without thinking, standing and pulling back from his position by the corner. His blaster hand rose to loose three hasty shots down the corridor at the oncoming threats. Logically, they were all aimed at the more dangerous one, the other man hardly registering compared to his companion. Gerruf didn't expect the shots so score home or do anything against a power of that magnitude. It was merely an instinctive delaying measure, as he returned in the direction they'd come from back towards the cafeteria. Gerruf would urgently motion for his partner to follow as well, hoping he would. The other man couldn't sense the force, but there was no time to explain. He certainly had no intentions of waiting for them to close the thankfully substantial distance between them.

Luckily, it took only moments and a few mere steps to get out of sight, around the corner. Gerruf was ready though, for any attempts to stop them from leaving. Assuming Tycho was following he, would lead the way back towards the cafeteria, trusting on the substantial distance between them and the Sith to see them though. It was only then, with a bit of distance and time that he would finally start to calm down again and evaluate the situation. Useful, but unnecessary for opening the cafeteria door, going inside, and slamming it shut the moment his partner had also come through. Gerruf looked towards the hole he'd made on the other side of the room, inwardly relieved to see it still there. All it would take was a quick kick and they'd be home free.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho had failed to notice the two Sith until he heard the one that yelled in their direction, "What? Can you ask that a little louder next time?" He yelled back sarcastically to the Sith that had yelled at the two of them. The Rebel Officer is not force sensitive so the man cannot feel how dangerous they are. But naturally the man felt the need to flee at the sight of the two lightsabers. Yes he had taken down a Sith before but that was thanks to better odds and way more on his side than what the Sith had. Here there is only the two of them, and with no idea how well trained the Bothan next to him is. Not to mention the narrow hallways are not the best place to engage. The Lieutenant naturally came to the conclusion due to how unreachable their mission goals have become that their only choice was to retreat.

What got Tycho concerned though was that Gerruf fired three, hasty shots seemingly without thinking. This could backfire badly with the bolts being redirected back to the two rebels as they try to flee. Though the corner may take the shots if the Sith that the Bothan fired at deflects the bolts. To add some back up to his comrade's bolts, with the hope that it will provide some level of distraction as the two retreat, the officer unleashed four bolts at the two sith as he too started back down the hallway. He didn't care about his aim as he fired. Running back down the hallway towards the cafeteria the criminal was close behind the Bothan. His retreat will be too quick for any deflected bolts to hit him.

The rebel's ears were listening out for the sound of the two Sith to follow them in an attempt to prevent the two rebels from retreating. Given the distance, it will take quite a bit of footwork for the two of them to catch up to the rebels so they have the ground distance to their advantage. Rushing through the cafeteria doorway, he sighed with relief when it was slammed shut. But they are not out of the woods yet of the two Sith did decide to follow them. If that is the case they may not be far behind. Aiming his rifle at the doorway, Tycho backed up towards the hole that was made earlier.

 

[Darth Parox]

They panicked. Parox couldn't say he was surprised, but he was still a bit disappointed that the rebels didn't want to fight out in the open. He could feel their fear and their primal instinct to run, and it filled the Sith Lord with power. Apparently, his mere presence was enough to send them reeling—but he wouldn't leave it at that.

As the Bothan loosely fired, he reached out through the Force, wrapping it around the upper torso of the human beside him, then yanked, aiming to throw him into the corridor and in front of the two Sith—out in the open. He'd slam down on the floor hard, his center of gravity knocked sideways and his arms frozen by the grip so he couldn't lift them to alleviate his fall.

Only one of the Bothan's shots actually got anywhere, and it flew toward Mid's lower torso, but Parox trusted the Pureblood to be able to deflect one measly bolt. The rest flew past, slamming into the walls and the ceiling behind them. The other rebel—the one Parox was trying to yank violently—would not be able to get any shots off at all, his body being thrown before he could lift his pistol and fire. Even if he did, the Sith Lord would simply deflect them with his lightsaber and sidestep where necessary, not finding it very difficult to do something he had grown used to doing with his eyes closed.

If all went according to plan, he would have one rebel falling onto the durasteel like a sack of potatoes while the other ran. The Sith Lord wasn't going to give chase to the Bothan. Instead, he'd approach the rebel before he could properly rise, yanking the blaster out of his hand with the Force so that it skittered down the hallway. He'd stop a few meters away.

"Don't make this harder for you than it has to be," he recommended. Parox was prepared to deflect any bolts from any other weapons the rebel pulled out, but if he didn't he would stand there. The Bothan would be inside the cafeteria, uninterrupted in his run, and the corner shielded Parox from any shots coming from that way.

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[Mid Samekh]

Mid smelled the fear set in and he had to stop himself from snickering. It seemed that tagging along with a sith lord had its perks. The Bothan would shoot 3 rounds wildly but only one would come Mid's way. He slapped the round straight back to where it came from. As this happened, Parox would attempt to pull the rebel down to the floor and out into the open while the Bothan ran. Mid contemplated giving chase but figured that if the Jedi was a Jedi in the first place, he would come running back to save his comrade.

If Parox's attack didn't work, Mid would block any attacks and hurl his massive polearm to slice through the walls and everything on its way to the rebel's legs in an attempt to incapacitate him. In that moment he would draw his crossguard lightsabre to block any attacks that might make its way as his polearm flew towards them.

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[Arda Breaux]

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When Arda was a child, she recalled fairy tales of a rabbit that seemed to always be late, keeping a pocket-chrono and always checking it, he did not seem to have too much time to do anything, but yet all the time to do so. Now she felt the hurried-ness of that rabbit, but instead of the panic, there was a calm serenity and her presence muted in the Force, leaving nothing but a subtle whisper that one would never find bothersome. With each step, purpose, she followed the trail, her saber hilt at hand as she kept to the shadows of the structures. She knew the reputation of this place and though the building looked rather basic, it was nothing like its image inside and the conditions the prisoners had to deal with. What was even worse, most who were in here were laymen and politicians who wanted to do what was right; they were not warriors, however, if pushed and given the opportunity, they would fight for the ideals they value.

She spotted a door and made her way over, pressing her saber hilt against the lock device, activating it before extinguishing her blade once more and the door popped open. No alarms sounded and the Jedi quirked an eyebrow, though then again, how many beings were running with lightsabers breaking into prisons or had the gull to get into a place like this. She was inside though and quickly she made her way through the corridors to the guard station, the place was rather too quiet and she feared they knew something was up. She heard blaster shots as she turned into a hall, and before her stood two sith, her rebel companions were on the other side.

Arda ignited her green saber and the Force flared to life around the Jedi Master, giving herself to the will of its command as she sandwiched the sith warriors.

"Awwww...hard? PoOr SiTh AcTuAlLy HaS tO dO wOrK..." she mocked, her jest giving her companions the moment they need ready themselves for the fight.

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[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho did not like the idea of having to bail on a mission, but this instance there is no choice but to bail and run for it. The fight is just not a good idea. But before the rebel officer could even think of moving, as Gerruf fired off his shots, the man felt something gripping him. But he couldn't see it. The thought of being held by something he could not see did cause some level of panic to well up. But the criminal forced it all down, he can find a way to get out of this mess. How else did he survive the streets of Nar Shaddaa, Kessel and now battles against the Sith Empire?

He will find that due to the binding feeling that he cannot move his arms, keeping his rifle aimed ahead of him, and consequently towards the two Sith as he was pulled out into the open. A quick glance also told him that he still has the lightsaber, hidden from the view of the two Sith, in his hand that he was using to keep his rifle balanced. Well that should be a good thing right? His thoughts were stopped though as the two Sith came into his line of sight, still fighting the pull affect of the force the rebel fought to pull the trigger of his rifle.

Which if it was succeasful three bolts will be fired off out of reflex. He is not sure if the shots will hit their mark, but it might just create enough of a distraction for Parox to break his concentration so that the rebel can scramble for cover. If either of the two Sith sent them back towards him, the motion of him falling to the floor should keep him safe from being hit by the deflected bolts.

With a startled, pained yell the man went down to the floor with a thud. His grip on his weapon tightening as he fell to keep the weapon from leaving his hands, tight enough to make it difficult to pull the weapon out of his hands. But since he can't move his arms to break his fall well that is all he can do anyways. The distance from the two Sith should keep him safe from the lightsabers the two opponents are holding. For sure if he was not wearing armor something would have broke, he may at least have to nasty bruises to deal with later, or something probably has as he landed on his knees. Sitting there unable to move his arms to put up a better defense the criminal realized he is at the mercy of the two Sith as he has no idea if Gerruf will be returning to aid him in this fight. That was until he noticed a very familiar Jedi arrive on the scene.



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[Gerruf]

NO! Gerruf's own escape attempt came to an abrupt halt as he felt the force react about them, its tranquil sea suddenly directed into a dark current. It wasn't him doing the acting either, and he turned to find his mission partner caught in an invisible grip. They hadn't been quick enough to flee it seemed, and now Tycho was paying the price. For the briefest moment, Gerruf wavered between actions, between fleeing or fighting. His recent teachings and devotion to the Alliance demanded action and bravery, yet it clashed with his entire upbringing and personal outlook. It was Tychos' valiant struggles that decided it, igniting the courage within the Bothan's heart.

Charging forward, Gerruf reemerged into the hallway proper, taking in the situation with newly focused eyes. There was something else too now, another light-filled presence helping to push him forward. Another Jedi? He had no time for proper investigation, because a new threat had presented itself. The other Sith's weapon, hurled forward to claim a life in response to Tycho's brave resistance. Gerruf rose to the challenge eagerly, his green blade igniting with a flick of his thumb as he prepared to intervene.

For some reason the polearm's path was taking it through the walls, which only slowed its travel and made it easier to follow with his eyes. Reaching out with the invisible hand of the force, all he needed to do was give it a push. The weapons direction was abruptly redirected away, the weapon deflected to clatter against the hallway side before ever reaching them. It would then fall to the ground harmlessly, still a few meters in front of the two rebels As he did so, he raised the blaster in his left hand and took aim at the Sith who'd thrown the polearm. Two quick shots, both aimed at the Sith's chest, who would suddenly find himself without a proper blocking weapon. He would be hard pressed to draw another weapon in time even. Gerruf would be prepared and ready for any attempts to disrupt his efforts or strike at him, well aware of the danger he'd just walked back into.

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[Darth Parox]

The two Sith worked together perfectly. As Parox yanked the rebel, Mid threw his polearm—only to have the Jedi interfere. The Bothan deflected it away. The rebel managed to fire his rifle as he fell. The Drast deflected the 3 bolts with ease, sending 2 of them flying back toward the rebel, who was now laying down on the ground, likely jarred from his fall. They would strike his torso, burning through his armor and taking him out of the fight, but wouldn't be lethal. Since the man was not only wearing heavy armor but also had just taken a nasty fall, the Sith Lord doubted his shots would miss. Even if they did, Mid could take it from there. Parox, however, was focused on the new arrival.

Arda's voice echoed down the hall as the bolts streaked toward the rebel, and Parox turned toward her, lightsaber in his hand. Rather than come up with a witty retort, he reached out with his free hand and used it to wrap the Force around the Jedi's throat, constricting hard enough to snap her windpipe if she didn't react. Though they had once been equals, Parox had grown twice as strong since their last meeting, and the Jedi seemed to have stagnated.

His lightsaber remained ignited in his hand, ready to parry blaster bolts if she reached for her pistol. In addition, he readied himself to defend from a Force attack, aware that she would most likely opt for that.

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[Mid Samekh]

Lord Parox deflected the rebel's rounds beautifully and took the ironclad terrorist down. The Bothan's shot Mid deflected back previously would skim along the back of the rebel's head, narrowly missing him and putting a horizontal line through his hair as he went down.

Mid would have complimented the Sith Lord if he didn't have his own problems to worry about.

The crossguard lightsabre was in Mid's left hand as the polearm flew through the air...but it would be intercepted. The Bothan returned and used the force to contest Mid's grip on the weapon. Mid let it go, the weapon extinguishing and falling to the floor. It rolled across the floor and stopped 2 metres from the Bothan.

He fired 2 rounds at Mid as the polearm fell and Mid acted swiftly. The first bolt was deflected to the right, hitting a durasteel door with a loud 'ding'. The second bolt was reflected straight back at the Bothan. As the bolt started flying back, Mid focused the force again with his right hand and sent his polearm forward once more. The 2 blades ignited and the weapon launched forward. The blades would collide with the Jedi's shins and leave him footless on the floor. The surprise attack would happen just as the bolt would meet with the Bothan, putting a lot of strain on the young Jedi. Mid's crossguard lightsabre would remain in a defensive position in front of him throughout the entire attack, ready to counter anything the Jedi had to throw at him. He would also be ready to counter if the Jedi tried to interrupt his attack.

If the Bothan somehow managed to evade the surprise attack or block the bolt, Mid would be ready once more. His Lanvarok and pistols were loaded, his knife was ready and the force was flowing through him. He was ready for war.

This entire debacle would take place just as Lord Parox would start his confrontation with the young Jedi Master. Mid would have liked to sit back and watch the duel but sadly he had no such privilege.

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[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho watched as his shots sailed towards the Sith that was using the force to pull him as he fell. They seemed to be on target... just for two of them to be deflected right back at him. The officer held his breath as he tried to move his body lower to avoid being hit by the bolts. Which were sailing in the direction of where he used to be at before he fell. The jarring pain in his knees and calves were enough to make the man double over a bit more anyways. But him bending over was not enough to clear him of the two bolts, the first slammed into the outer most of his left flank creating a nasty gash into his side, the second adding to the agony as it followed the trail of the first bolt, making the gash bigger and deeper thanks to his armor being damaged by the first bolt. But it is not severe enough to incapacitate the rebel officer, granted he will need medical attention as soon as this fight is over. As he looked back to the two Sith, the man looked alarmed as a polearm went sailing towards him but it will not make any contact with the rebel officer as his Bothan comrade deflected the polearm away. Well this Bothan has certainly earned Tycho's respect.

It seemed though that the two Sith were expecting the man to be taken out of the fight either due to the nasty fall or the bolts. Well tough luck for them. This rebel is still in the fight and able to aid his two comrades. As Mid for the second time concentrated on the polearm to send it towards Gerruf, Tycho, with his rifle already aimed at the Sith fired off four shots aimed for the right side of Mid's body as that side of the blokes body was wide open. And with the Sith so concentrated on throwing the polearm with the force towards the Bothan; Mid should not see the bolts coming. If Tycho's attack is even a little bit successful at breaking the Sith's concentration it will prevent the polearm from injuring Gerruf. And quite possibly take down the Sith.

Naturally if the bolts are deflected, Tycho is ready to dodge any bolts that are sent back his way. Either way, Mid will be forced to break his concentration on the polearm if he is going to dodge or deflect the bolts.

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[Gerruf]

He moved his lightsaber into defense position, just in time as one of his own shots was sent back at him. Letting the force guide his hand, Gerruf carefully tilted his weapon so as to block the blaster bolt. Except he didn't just block it, he knocked it right back at the Sith as if participating in a bizarre game of street tennis. It would only add to the array of bolts being sent at the Sith, even as he spent his valuable concentration trying to move the polearm from its place on the ground.

The polearm was of no consequence either. All the Bothan needed to do was step forward, raise a foot, and stomp down on the hilt. It was even easier as the weapon remained at shin height even when fully lifted, requiring no fancy legwork or even a high step. The weapon thus safely pinned and prevented from causing any harm, Gerruf turned part of his focus towards the other Sith. The stronger one, who had turned away to show his back towards them. Presumably he was facing the Jedi who had turned up to aide them, one of the Masters if his senses were to be believed.

Gerruf wasted no time, raising and aiming his blaster immediately. One of their own was in trouble and facing such a dark force all on their own, but they weren't alone. And Gerruf had no intentions of letting them fight alone either. Four consecutive shots aimed at the Sith's undefended back, a sudden and unpleasant surprise for anyone no matter their power. If he wasn't mistaken, the Sith was also currently investing effort heavily towards his attack on the other Jedi, a cruel and capricious stranglehold. Facing a powerful Jedi, it would likely require intense focus, and lessen his response ability to the sudden barrage even more. He did his best to keep an eye out on the situation nearer to him as well, both lightsaber and the force ready to react.

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[Arda Breaux]

Arda recognized the Darth instantly from Hoth, he indeed had grown in the Force, but it did not mean he was any the wiser. As he raised his hand, the Force twisted to his command, feeling it reach for her throat, but the Jedi Master didn't panic, as she protected her windpipe, pressing back until blaster fire rung out from both of her companions. First from the direction of the fully armored one and then from the darth in front of her. The Jedi padawan had unleashed a barrage of bolts into the Darth's exposed back, not taking into account of the cunning of the padawan behind him. It would instant break his focus, and Arda sprung into her own counter against the other Sith.

As Mid had taken a load of bolts from Tycho, Arda swiftly moved forward with the Force's will. The Force flowed from the woman as she scratched the blade's tip into the floor, swiping upwards to create a line of sparks that would combust into flames as Arda jetted them into the sith. With Mid at the will of his own attacks, his attention divided, he would be overcome by the pain of being shot multiple times and cooked by the burst of fire while trapped in his armor.

However, if the acolyte managed to find some way to avoid the attacks, she would be close enough to follow up with a fore-palm swipe of her blade to bisect the sith. "Can you get up?!" she called out to Tycho, making sure she didn't use his name out loud. Her senses though spread out, looking for other signs of approaching danger.

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[Mid Samekh]

4 bolts from the rebel on the floor headed straight for Mid as the polearm launched forward. Thankfully he was ready for interruptions...but he couldn't stay. Going up against all of these rebels would end in disaster and he would rather live with humility to still serve the Empire, than die with pride and be of no use whatsoever.

He abandoned the polearm and deflected one bolt of the rebel upwards, launching to the right as he used the force to amplify his speed. As he moved he deflected a second bolt to the left and cleared just in time for the last 3 to pass him harmlessly. This sudden retreat would get him out of the way of the Jedi Master's pyrokinetic attack as well, sparing him from being cooked alive. He passed Parox(who mysteriously dematerialised into nothingness) just in time before the 4 bolts headed for him could collide with the Pureblood. His lightsabre was ready through the whole ordeal to block any surprise attacks as he ran for safety with ludicrous speed.

As he sprinted the distance to the door straight in front of him now he saw the Jedi master closing in from his right with a cut meant to cleave him in half. He fired 2 discs with his Lanvarok at her chest, not enough to kill by any means but enough to interrupt her attack as Mid fled. If she still managed to get past, his phrik gauntlet would block her swing. His lightsabre would also be ready to block of deflect any attacks from either side.

He burst through the door just before the Master could land a hit or the other rebels could get another attack in through the chaos. As the door shut he sliced through the locking system and sealed the door shut, buying him at least a few minutes as he sprinted down the hallway to freedom. The alarms would sound as the door shut and troops would start pouring in on the Jedi's position, but they would be no match for the powerful Master and her 2 compatriots.

Mid escaped the prison and hopped on a shuttle straight for Korriban. He was certain that the Jedi wouldn't follow him. They were here for the prisoners...not to mention his polearm was still under the Bothan's foot, practically screaming at them to be traded in for the bounty.

This escape would humiliate Mid. This was the second time he had to flee from Jedi...he was determined that there would not be a third. He was just glad that he had the chance to fight another day.

Let them have their prisoners...

/Exit Thread

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[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho watched with frustration as his bolts failed to meet their mark. As the bolts sailed through the air, the rebel officer used the distraction to get to his feet. He had a bit of an issue putting his weight on his left leg but the man managed to get up at least. Tycho looked to the Jedi Master, nodding silently his response. Though he will need medical attention for the wounds to his flank he will be able to complete the mission.

Watching the Sith literally flee, the rebel officer wanted to shoot the pureblood in the back or to go after him. But knew that realistically he can't do either now that the Sith got through the door. Not before some troopers came filling in. It isn't many though. The three rebels.can easily take them down. Starting with the three that Tycho will drop with bolts to each of their skulls.

As the man fired at the three troopers, Tycho moved over to a doorway to provide himself with cover. The noise sure would have caused unrest among the prisoners by now. If that is the case then the two Sith have unintentionally aided the rebels in somewhat completing their objective. They will just have to release the prisoners from their cells.

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