Despite the pain she was experiencing, Vahliri continued her sprint towards the hangar bay - easily passing by both Kaos and Tahiri along the way. Unsurprisingly, the half-Annfyn didn’t so much as glance back at the pair - and certainly made no attempts to help them. She was strictly concerned with self-preservation, and leaving them to distract the Kilik’s only increased her own chances of survival in the end. There was only a single person in the Mines that warranted her concern - and he was keeping pace right alongside her.
She could feel the blood that gushed from the laceration on her back, soaking into the fabric of her robes and dripping onto the floor. Pangs of exhaustion and dizziness began to gnaw at her from the bloodloss, but she pressed on regardless.
Upon reaching the doors, Vahliri did her best to suppress a smirk. It was clear that her troopers had followed orders without hesitation - evident from the injuries of the Jedi Master. Of course, the half-Annfyn’s gaze promptly flicked down to Charlotte as well - who apparently had found herself in the middle of it. With the faintest knitting of her brows, the half-Annfyn glanced towards her troopers. “Secure the Champion onto the shuttle.” Vahliri wasn’t going to apologize for Charlotte being caught in the literal crossfire, but neither was the half-Annfyn going to abandon one of her own to the Kilik’s.
Regardless of the condition the woman was in, Vahliri’s orders would undoubtedly be followed to the letter. If Charlotte was unconscious, dead or started to lag behind, Imperial men at arms would bodily lift her and begin making for the shuttle up ahead. Vahliri took a few steps past the door - amber eyes fixed onto her military transport.
Just as she stepped behind Indy and while Kaos was attempting to thank her, however, the half-Annfyn abruptly halted in her tracks - spinning around to face the Jedi Master’s back. Without a single word, Vahliri carved her unignited saberhilt in a downward, diagonal arch - attempting to slice through the Pantoran’s neck and down her left shoulder. The crimson blade sprang to life at the very last moment before impact - giving the Jedi Master no advanced warning - especially with her attention strictly fixed onto ‘holding the line’. Kaos, meanwhile, would have a front-row seat to the gruesome maneuver.
No amount of righteous indignation or protest from Kaos would bother Vahliri. The Jedi Master was her enemy - and any functional truce was broken the moment that Indy abandoned her and Varyn deeper in the mines. Her previous orders had all but ensured the Pantoran’s demise, and the stroke of her saber would ensure Indy didn’t get her noble sacrifice in the end.
Assuming the Jedi Master put up no last-minute defense, Vahliri would continue right along to her shuttle - not even missing a beat.
She could feel the blood that gushed from the laceration on her back, soaking into the fabric of her robes and dripping onto the floor. Pangs of exhaustion and dizziness began to gnaw at her from the bloodloss, but she pressed on regardless.
Upon reaching the doors, Vahliri did her best to suppress a smirk. It was clear that her troopers had followed orders without hesitation - evident from the injuries of the Jedi Master. Of course, the half-Annfyn’s gaze promptly flicked down to Charlotte as well - who apparently had found herself in the middle of it. With the faintest knitting of her brows, the half-Annfyn glanced towards her troopers. “Secure the Champion onto the shuttle.” Vahliri wasn’t going to apologize for Charlotte being caught in the literal crossfire, but neither was the half-Annfyn going to abandon one of her own to the Kilik’s.
Regardless of the condition the woman was in, Vahliri’s orders would undoubtedly be followed to the letter. If Charlotte was unconscious, dead or started to lag behind, Imperial men at arms would bodily lift her and begin making for the shuttle up ahead. Vahliri took a few steps past the door - amber eyes fixed onto her military transport.
Just as she stepped behind Indy and while Kaos was attempting to thank her, however, the half-Annfyn abruptly halted in her tracks - spinning around to face the Jedi Master’s back. Without a single word, Vahliri carved her unignited saberhilt in a downward, diagonal arch - attempting to slice through the Pantoran’s neck and down her left shoulder. The crimson blade sprang to life at the very last moment before impact - giving the Jedi Master no advanced warning - especially with her attention strictly fixed onto ‘holding the line’. Kaos, meanwhile, would have a front-row seat to the gruesome maneuver.
No amount of righteous indignation or protest from Kaos would bother Vahliri. The Jedi Master was her enemy - and any functional truce was broken the moment that Indy abandoned her and Varyn deeper in the mines. Her previous orders had all but ensured the Pantoran’s demise, and the stroke of her saber would ensure Indy didn’t get her noble sacrifice in the end.
Assuming the Jedi Master put up no last-minute defense, Vahliri would continue right along to her shuttle - not even missing a beat.