Ask Padawan Adventure to Gravlex Med

[Shaw Amaris]

Was that all there was to it? Shaw felt like he had been let off the hook way too easy, but he wasn't going to complain about it. Maybe Theia was in a forgiving mood or maybe she just wanted to focus on the mission at hand and not get distracted so said the first thing that would shut him up and let her focus. Shaw couldn't tell, but Theia acted like it didn't bother her. It was a one-eighty from the cold shoulder she had been giving him only a few minutes before, but Shaw would take it at face value and move on for now. Shaw was still far too oblivious to pick up on many of the subtle nuances that was common sense for everyone else.

"Thanks," he said lamely, one hand still awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck because he didn't know what else to do with it. It was weird to just let it hang there at his side, right? At least the other hand had the glowstick. It was a working hand. "I know that was a pretty mid as far as apologies go." Probably almost as bad as one of those holotube apologies that always went viral for all the wrong reasons. "But uhhh I mean it." And that was that. They had reached their destination. To Zessel he mouthed, Sorry, dude. Shaw had a knack for making things awkward. Some things never changed, not even when you became a Jedi.

The tree padawans came to the fourth door on the left, except there was no door. Just a large hole where presumably there once had sat a door. It was gone now. The glowrod cast a warm light across the spacious room on the other side of the threshold. At the far end of the room sat a massive generator, large enough and powerful enough to power up the entire launchworks for a time. Shaw was almost as excited by the prospect of lights as he was by the promise of normal gravity.

For some reason Shaw just lingered on the threshold, not actually walking in. He wasn't sure why at first. It was just a feeling. "Watch out," he told the other two, spotting and pointing to a thin wire that stretched the length of the doorway. At one end of the wire it was connected to a frag grenade, just waiting for one of them to trip and get themselves blown up. The force had heard his plea after all. Or had it just been luck? Nah. He liked to think it was the force. "Looks like we're not alone in here after all." Had to be the work of that lingering syndicate.

That was when a familiar voice cut across their comlinks, reminding them that they really weren't alone. "Caul?" Shaw responded when the transmission was cut off by blaster fire. "Caul?" No answer. Yeah duh there was no answer. He was being shot at! "We've gotta get this generator going," Shaw said, concern evident by the tone of his voice. Then they would have power. Lights. And hopefully the artificial gravity generator would kick on soon, but if the other padawans were pinned down in a firefight there was no guarantee. And no guarantee Theia, Zessel, and Shaw would be able to get to them anytime soon with this high gravity.

There was a puddle of thick, goopy green stuff on the floor. The best way to describe it? Like Shrek had rolled in and used the floor as his own personal napkin to blow his nose. Hanging out with Kaedan Shaw had learned a lot of things. For one that that probably wasn't snot, as much as it might have looked like it. It was probably coolant. Which meant the generator had a leak. Which meant they would have to fix the leak and replace the lost coolant. @LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor

booby trap roll 14/20

 

[Syr Bors]

Boom, boom, thud, thud, Bors plodding footsteps sounded out. Even if he wanted to be quiet like his fellow padawan wanted, he doubted he could. His weight and the planet's gravity combined to make a difficult situation for him overall. Each step was like marching through water. No, water had resistence. This felt like Bors was carrying a speeder bike on his back. Doable, but slow going.

At least they were at building that housed the generator.

"Aha!" Bors exclaimed as the blaster fire erupted. Despite the gravity, he still managed to pick himself up off his hands and grabbed his blade in one swift motion. "I knew we would encounter felons of some form!"

The blade ignited. The large yellow beam of plasma extended just in time for Bors to deflect a shot that would've been lethal to himself. Unlike the others, he couldn't run and dash for cover. Even without the gravity, Giant Pangos were not known for their speed or their ability to hide. Rather, they were the cover others relied on. Bors protected his kind from Killik drones back home on Rago, and as a Jedi, he knew he would protect others everywhere else.

"Come at me vile villains!" Bors shouted. Large hands spun the large blade in an attempt to block another incoming shot. This time, the shot wouldn't have even hit him, but Bors was practicing a tactic jokingly nicknamed 'Angry Customer'. Bors was attempting to draw as much attention towards himself to give the others a better chance at maneuverability.

"Behold low lives, I am a Jedi! Face me and know judgement!" Bors continued to shout as he stepped forward. Boom...boom...thud....thud.

@Interdictor @Zay @throwitintothefire

 

[Zessel]

Zessel held his breath when Shaw said that he was sorry. The white-haired boy didn’t know exactly why his friend was apologizing to the girl, but he suspected that it was related to the events of that party. The other boy had left Theia alone while they danced, only for her to end inside a lake. Seeing her reaction that day made the half-Arkanian think that she would fly over the other Padawan’s neck as soon as he shut his mouth.

He stared in surprise when Theia said that she was fine and he had to control himself to not open his mouth in astonishment when Shaw simply accepted it. It was obvious that she wasn’t fine. Someone that was fine would be more talkative, make jokes about the situation or start a conversation with their teammates.

It was the complete opposite of what was happening here. Theia was barely talking with them, had stayed silent during the entire trip and even looked as if she wanted to be in a dentist extracting a tooth rather than being on this mission. Someone that acted this way wasn’t fine.

Suddenly, Zessel noticed that he had been paying a lot of attention to how Theia was acting and felt concerned with her.

Before he could think too much about it, Shaw looked at him with an apologetical face and the half-Arkanian smiled as awkwardly as the entire situation was for all of them. Before Zessel could say anything to make the situation more awkward, Theia said the direction that they should follow.

“Good eyes.” Zessel said, after Shaw pointed to the trap. He didn’t notice the wire in the door, it was so thin. Then, they received Caul’s message and it became obvious that there would be more trouble than this trap. Adding to that was the fact that the generator was leaking coolant.

“I’m taking some mechanic classes. I think that I can fix it, but we need to find a replacement for what leaked.” the other Padawan could ask why a baker boy like him was learning mechanics. The answer was that he didn’t have a lot of money to pay for the maintenance of the kitchen equipment. Learning it himself would save his funds. However, in the classes he learned to fix other stuff, like generators.

@throwitintothefire @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor

 

[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw tried to ignore the uncomfortable pressure in his chest as he approached the generator, but it was hard not to think about Myla, Caul, and Bors all the way on the other side of the launchworks, caught in the midst of a shootout. Sure, they were Jedi he told himself. What was a handful of gunmen in the face of three Jedi? There were just a handful, right? Caul was an incredibly skilled dueslist. Myla had talked about her experience on the battlefield. And Bors—well Shaw didn't really know him, but the guy was huge. He could totally wreck some criminals and not even break a sweat. But then again, he was a big guy which made him a big target, and they were all working against gravity. Time wasn't on their side so long as that gravity generator remained off.

At the back of the generator, Shaw hunched down over a length of exposed silicone hose that ran out of one panel and into another. The outlet hose was coated in the same green goop that was on the floor, and it stuck to Shaw's hand when he ran it along. "Looks like this hose is leaking." That was where the lost coolant had to have come from. "For real?" Shaw perked up when Zessel mentioned that he could probably fix it, hitting his head on a metal pipe that ran the length of the wall in his excitement. "Ouch!" Zessel had been holding out on him.

Pulling at cobwebs that clung to his clothing, Shaw would reemerge and look around. Brown eyes landed on a dusty metal box sitting on a shelf with a bunch of different hoses in it. "Any of these work?" he asked Zessel, holding up an assortment of hoses. Too bad the Empire hadn't labeled any of this stuff. @LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @Interdictor @Narzen

dice roll 11/20

 

[Theia Durand]

Theia wasn't exactly done with giving him the cold shoulder; she could tell it had bothered him and she wasn't exactly done being angry about the party. He would respond by saying thanks and play into the neg of his own ability to apologize. Her brow narrowed as the guys continued ahead, her thoughts really digging deep into what he said despite probably no actual deepness there. The red haired teen didn't say anything more on the topic as they paused at the improvised door where Shaw pointed out the trap mechanism.

Though Caul's cry over the comm regarding enemies brought the mission back to focus. She agreed with Shaw, but more so she wanted some normal gravity and that meant getting the generator going. She noticed the liquid goop on the floor, and nodded, recognizing the leak as coolant. Luckily Zessel knew how to repair such things, she was having a hard time wanting to do things for Shaw when she still just wanted to yell at him. Theia helped look for supplies around the area, it would be silly if there weren't any for just regular maintenance.

As Theia returned with clamps, she heard Shaw ask if any of what he found would work. The eyeroll couldn't be stopped, as she felt herself judging Shaw as an idiot for not knowing the difference between the hoses. "Here are some clamps." she said laying them beside Zessel. "I'm going to check for any additional damage."

 

[Zessel]

”Yeah.” Zessel said, before wincing when Shaw hit his head in the pipe. That must have hurt. “I thought that it would be a good skill to have.” he walked toward a nearby table and picked a tool box. It was so good that the Imperials were in such a rush that they left it behind.

With the tool box, he crouched near the hose and studied it for a moment. If there was an isolant tape, he could seal it. However this solution would be temporary. Replacing the whole thing would be better, but where would they find a replacement?

Thankfully, Shaw found a box full of hoses. The half-Arkanian rummaged through them, sometimes picking one and comparing it with the leaking one. “This one!” he smiled, showing his friend how the hose that he was holding was identical to the other. “In these cases, you can compare the width of the hoses. This helps.”

“Thanks! Now, time to work!” the half-Arkanian said and went to replace the damaged hose. First Zessel closed the coolant flux for a moment, before carefully removing the hose, leaving it in a corner in the ground. Then, he went to install the new one. After a moment, he finally concluded the operation. “Done! Did you find anything else broken?” Zessel asked Theia, while raising from the ground. He cleaned his hands with a tissue that would need to go to the trash after that.

@throwitintothefire @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor

 

[Myla Lessi]

Myla gave a small nod in response to Caul's question. "…Yes, but I think it was answered." Her voice was quiet, but certainly audible. She was bracing herself for the inevitable next question when a familiar sound met her ears: blaster fire. Suddenly she was on Geonosis again. Clones falling around her, irreplaceable vod of which she knew many by name. The ethereal whine of blasters firing, accompanied by the occasional deep, dark rumble of artillery cannons and the warble of gunships.

She froze, and that should have cost her her life. Fortunately, whoever was shooting at her seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the gravity. That, or they just couldn't hit the broad side of a space freighter. Either way, the Padawan managed to shake herself back to the present and draw her lightsaber a second or two after Bors, igniting only one end and dropping into a defensive position. Focusing on doing something she was good at helped her ignore the pesky, dragging feeling of the extra gravity pulling on her. She heard the occasional yell of someone hit by the deflected rounds and winced each time, but pushed the images out of her head. Myla needed to focus.
@GABA @Zay @Narzen @throwitintothefire @LouJoVi

 

[Shaw Amaris]

Zessel was able to find the correct hose needed to replace its leaking counterpart, and Theia found some clamps to help with the repairs. Straight up? Shaw had no idea what the clamps were for, and he was not about to ask a stupid question right now when they were all already stressed out. Normally Shaw wasn't afraid to ask stupid questions and risk looking stupid in the process, but now was probably one of those moments when it was best to remain silent and let the experts do their thing, even if it didn't come easily.

Shaw stood over Zessel's shoulder, glowrod in hand so the half arkanian could see what he was doing while he worked. It reminded Shaw of childhood days back on Coruscant, holding a flashlight for his dad late at night while they worked on the family speeder. A real old junker that they had eventually had to replace with a newer model. It was a high stress job, holding the light for your dad because if you didn't hold it just right he would blow a gasket. Luckily Zessel wasn't the type to bite his head off if he didn't hold the light the right way, and luckily luckily there was really no wrong way to hold a glowrod.

Once Zessel announced that he had replaced the leaking hose, the padawans would find some bottles of coolant and replace what had been lost. That left only one step remaining: try and start the generator. The controls could be seen through the window of a canopy door on the side of the generator, so Shaw swung it open and checked out all the different buttons. There weren't that many. It looked pretty straightforward. A green start button. A red stop button. A big red emergency stop button. Shaw pressed the start button and waited for the generator to kick on.

Nothing. Nothing. Still nothing. Why wasn't it starting?! "Uhhh," he called out to Theia, wherever she was, "Did you find something else wrong with it?" @GABA @LouJoVi

dice roll 5/20

 

[Theia Durand]

Theia carefully walked around the generator, looking for any other signs of damage but also trip wires like the one in the entrance. The last thing they needed was something disastrous to destroy the whole generator. She paused when she came to a ladder and climbed up, looking down at the fans inside the generator, nothing seemed too amiss. She heard Zes say everything was reconnected and the sound of clicking as Shaw pressed the buttons. Though every time he hit the start button, the generator fans moved just a little bit; her eyes narrowed as she begun to look around, imagining there was a safety mechanism.

"Hold on, I'm looking....I'm looking..." she said, taking in deep breaths and then she saw some color-coded valves and reached down to turn them. There were several audible hisses and creaking as the generator's pipes were opened.

"Try it now." she said looking over the ledge of the generators, "Everything is opened and cleared."

Theia quickly slid down the ladder and joined the other two, ready for the other group to switch on the environment generators so they could have some normal gravity. That is if they were able to handle the scumbags who were firing at them. She frowned internally realizing they have not heard them for a hot minute.

@throwitintothefire @LouJoVi

 

[Shaw Amaris]

It was a moment or two before Theia's voice answered back. Shaw peered around the generator, not sure where she had gotten to. It sounded like she was on top of it? There were several hissess and the squeak of old valves turning, and then she called back down again to Zessel and Shaw to try turning the generator on again. Shaw nodded even though she couldn't see and waited for her to climb back down the ladder before he tried hitting the start button again. It was probably for the best that way, just in case something exploded or the fans sucked in her hair or something wild like that.

Index finger extended, Shaw pressed the start button again and waited along with the other two teenagers with baited breath. It was the cooling fans that kicked on first, and then there was a steady rumble that built up until it sounded like someone had started an industrial sized washing machine with a full load. After a few seconds the overhead lights started to kick on.

Shaw breathed a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. "Power's on," he announced over the comlink, hoping that the other padawans had gotten out of the jam they'd found themselves in by now. "You guys okay?" There was no immediate response, so Shaw turned to Theia and Zessel.

"We better go check on them." He was sure it was the last thing any of them wanted to to, to traipse all the way to the opposite end of the launchworks, but they really didn't have a choice. They couldn't just sit around and hope that Caul, Myla, and Bors would be alright and that they would get the gravity generator up and running. They might be in need of backup. @LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @Narzen @Interdictor

 

[Syr Bors]

General Combat roll: 12/20

"The light is relentless! As am I!" Bors shouted out as he deflected another bolt. Days of training with remote droids continued to flash in his mind as the large yellow blade spun just as continuedly. Bors had studied the jedi lightsaber arts intensely, initially because of the enjoyment of seeing the Jedi of old fighting, and then more so because of the excitement of the action. The style of the Krayt Dragon had become his sole focus within his time of the Jedi, if only because he loved the idea of making more cover for those behind him.

And the art of Djem So, of being an unstoppable defensive force? Well, that went without question...

Boom, boom, thud, thud. It was slow going. Bors was feeling the weight of the planet even more so. True, he wanted to be the one bragging about how long he could last in a battle like how long some of the other Pangos back home talked about the bed, but this was getting troublesome. While some of the bolts sent flying back were accurate, Bors initial goal of being 'loud and proud' so the others had more maneuverability seemed to have gone unused.

"That's it! The Light shall be your judge!" Bors proclaimed as he witnessed 3 more criminals bunched together at the far side of the room. It would've taken much too long to get closer, and deflecting blaster shots was not a garentee. The other padawans were being just as slow, or defensive, as he was. No, this time, Bors was going to have to try something else if he wanted to finish this fight quickly

True, Bors had only done this trick a few times. Once it was actually successful. And once, during a Wookie-saving adventure from trandoshan slavers, Bors had nailed his target, albeit with a slight cut to himself. And while he had been banned from attempting this on the space stations, he felt here it would be alright to do, provided he could deal with the advanced gravity...

OOC: Roll for Lightsaber throw: 2/20

Bors wound his arm up and chucked the blade at the enemy. It seemed there was good reason he had been banned from attempting this on the station, as the blade not only flew in a complete wrong direction and hit the floor before it could actually strike an enemy, the large nearly 3 meter blade actually managed to slice a part of his arm pretty deeply. It was a miracle that the blade didn't hit the generator.

"Gah! The light has judged me unworthy! I've been injured!" Bors cried out in pain and horror as he clutched his new wound. The smell of burnt flesh and scales was pungent. Overhead, the lights came to life, making Bors as a perfect target.

@LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @throwitintothefire @Interdictor

 

[Zessel]

Zessel approached Shaw, watching with expectation while his friend pressed a large red button. To his disappointment, nothing happened. The half-Arkanian took a deep breath. There was still something broken in this machine and they would need to find what it was.

He looked around the generator, trying to find what could be wrong. Like Theia, Zessel had also noticed that the fans of the machine moved a little bit. However, he wasn’t sure of what could be causing it. Thankfully, the red-haired girl had a good idea of the problem that was affecting it. In a moment, she had turned some valves and when Shaw tired again, the machine worked.

The white-haired teen smiled at Theia. “Good job.” he said, offering her a thumbs up before turning to look at Shaw. His friend was still trying to contact the other team, but had no success. His smile disappeared, being replaced by a concerned expression.

“Yes. They could be in a lot of trouble.” Zessel said, already thinking about what could be happening. Could they have fallen in some type of trap? He hoped that it wasn’t going to be an entire army waiting for them.

@throwitintothefire @GABA @Zay @Interdictor @Narzen

 

[Arak Ragnos]

Arak was suffering in the heavier gravity. He had turned the syndicate forces leader to his side with a mind trick. So when the Jedi got engaged trying to get to the gravity generator he was alerted. The reports he got seemed off, he could’ve sworn he felt someone reaching out in the Force heading for the power generator. Arak let out a sigh, he had recently dealt with Jedi in ansion, and if he had more stuff thrown at him he’d lose his temper. He had his lightsaber with him once again in case he needed to cut some projectiles.

Arak was making his way to the gravity generator to support the syndicate forces when the lights cut on. He stopped walking immediately and pulled out his holomap of the station, he was in the middle of the two generators. He got on the coms with his ally, a fellow Pureblood (@Akheron), “We’re going to try and intercept the people who just cut on the power. Meet me at the location I’m sending you.” Arak said, turning off the coms.

He made his way to the rendezvous point. It should put the two Sith in the direct path of the forces should they plan to meet. Arak was leaning against the wall, trying to gain some respite from the gravity. He waited for either Karai or the Jedi to arrive.

@throwitintothefire @GABA @LouJoVi

 

[The Storyteller]

A set of blaster bolts rang out and two of the padawans took full-body stuns and were knocked out instantly (@Zay @Interdictor due to inactivity you are temporarily KO). Lazy, slow footsteps echoed as a figure stepped out from within the shadows. The poorly thrown saberhilt abruptly flew into the hand of the man that emerged. The man calmly assessed the situation, spotting the injured Pangolin (@Narzen).

He really hated getting involved. But his men were dropping like flies and someone finally thought to escalate. He had a cigarra hanging from the corner of his lips, quietly studying the Pangolin writhing on the ground and crying out lines that made him sound like a Shakespearean character dying an annoyingly slow death. Except it was a non-fatal injury so it was more like someone drowning in an inch of water.

The figure took another drag of the cigarra, calmly stepping over the two unconscious Jedi. He studied his newly acquired saber, coming to a stop near the Pangolin. The man looked entirely unamused as he gazed upon the hideous creature, forced to behold such a travesty courtesy of the power being turned on.

“Go do a sweep around the perimeters,” He said curtly to his henchmen who nodded and rushed off. The man then spoke into his comms, “Keep me posted on the status with the others,” He said to the Sith (@Javier esschoolbus @Akheron ). The man blew out a cloud of smoke and glanced down at the Pangolin.

“Stop your mewling and get lost before I decide to make armor out of you,” He said harshly, pointing the Padawan’s own saber at him. It was a marvel children were allowed these things.

@throwitintothefire @GABA @LouJoVi

 

[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw ran a hand along his neck and pinched the skin at his throat where it felt the most constricted. It was difficult not to let his mind wander to the worst case scenarios when it came to the other padawans, to the exact recesses of the mind he had actively been attempting to avoid since before the mission had even begun. Shaw was already beginning to regret splitting the padawans up. Maybe if they had stayed together... Maybe if they had gone after the gravity generator instead... Maybe if... Maybe if... There was no end to it.

The guilt that had clung to him like drops of sweat upon leaving that dark side nexus on Cularin was brought to the forefront of his mind again. That feeling that he would never be able to lead anyone, but especially the people that he cared about. But what had Master Valtiere said? When Shaw had asked the sephi how he dealt with the guilt, those moments when you couldn't help everyone or when your mistakes came at a grave cost? "You keep moving forward. You look towards the new choices you can make and the decisions you can control."

That was what Shaw had to do now. So he pulled from a different memory, from that feeling he had gotten after leaving the dark side nexus, sitting across the campfire from Master Valtiere. He pulled from the courage and determination that the sephi's silver gaze could instill in the teenager with just one look. Maybe today wasn't that day that he would be fit to lead, but he had to believe that it was.

"Halfway there," he tried to rouse the other two, glancing over at Theia and Zessel to see how they were doing. Were they sweating as much as he was? No? Awkward. He cleared his throat. "Uhhh I don't think I ever said it, but thanks for coming guys." He realized that they were probably regretting that they had ever agreed to this mission right about now, but he shook the feeling off. He was just thankful that they had. @LouJoVi @GABA @Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus @Akheron

 

[Karai Hekk-iv-Adas]

It appeared Arak wasn't the only one suffering with the heavy gravity. Karai disliked it, it felt like he was wearing bricks or something. How he had managed to get assigned to this, he would never know but there wasn't much he could do about now except carry on and moan at the sky. He was likewise headed to the gravity generator in a attempt to restore something normal when the lights came on and he came face to face with Arak a little while after he had sent the com.

"Affirmative. Heading to you now." he said.

When he arrived Arak startled him a little at first, making him think an enemy was sneaking up on him. As Karai looked upon the other Pureblood he noted some obvious signs of nobility. This was the first time he had worked with the man, and meet him in person. He knew him only by reputation among the other Acolytes, he was experienced, more so than himself so hoped this wouldn't be the last time as the two tried to find out what exactly was going on and who was interrupting the takeover. It was then he heard the voice of their contact, Roz was it? he recalled the name they had been given. On the com he listened as the man requested they check on the rest of the enemy. If his feeling was correct this was no ordinary raid. Karai could feel it in his bones, something was different about this assignment. And more he was sure he felt something familiar.

As he saw Arak, he bowed and spoke "Greetings Arak. First time I worked with you, your reputation precedes you. Hope this turns out to be a positive experience. So what's the plan other than just intercepting and cutting them off? Boss wants us checking the status of the enemy. I'll follow your lead."

@throwitintothefire @LouJoVi @GABA @Sreeya

 

[Syr Bors]

Bors' shouting was cut off at the sound and sight of someone grabbing his blade and pointing it at him while his fellows were stunned into submission. Slowly, Bors raised his hands upwards, unsure what do to. Without a blade, he was at a disadvantage, and with the gravity generator still off, there was no way he could out speed anyone. And that wasn't even taking into account of his big-ness already.

Bors mind raced, trying to figure out what a jedi of old would've done. No where in the tales of Knight Skywalker, Master Windu and Lord Hoth did he recall them being stripped of weapons at the hands of the darkness and came out alright. What would a Jedi do? What could a Jedi do?

Should he leave his blade in the hands of this... for lack of information, sith?

Bors held his hands over his nose in fright and quickly nodded. He began to turn aside from the enemy who held Bors weapon at the original owner as if to leave whimpering and cowering like most would've expected his kind to do.

Then Bors spun around.

It was a fact of life that Giant Pangos were slow in running. However, that did not mean they were slow in moving. By placing one leg over and around the other as if to turn around, one could generate a lot of speed and power in a surprising motion. And for Giant Pangos, who's large tails bore sharpened scales, they were always armed with an unorthodox weapon, and this Sith thing had made the haughty mistake of getting close to the mewling child.

Having spun and hopefully either slashed the man apart or bashed him away, Bors muscle memory of 'Pango Striking' kicked in. Reaching down, Bors slammed his claws into a partially rusted and broken panel on the ground and pulled upwards. The metal groaned as it snapped free from the ground. Bors raised the piece of paneling over his head and chucked it at the enemy with all the power he could muster as a follow up attack. With adrenaline pumping through his body, he could ignore the wound on his arm...for now.

"Have at me! For I'm not as helpless as you think!" Bors shouted as he stepped backwards towards the unconscious body of his fellow padawan (@Interdictor )

@LouJoVi @GABA @Zay @throwitintothefire

 

[The Storyteller]

Perhaps the attempt by the Pango would have been perfect if the man hadn’t been pointing a saber right at him. And this man wasn’t exactly a novice at using the blade. He quirked a brow in surprise, the cigarra still dangling from his lips as the Pango abruptly lashed out with his tail. The man took a single step back, the ignited blade in his hand expertly spinning to cut and slice through the appendage that came his way. The result would be the armored tail cut up into ribbons, chunks of seared flesh dropping on the ground. The level of damage would extend as far up along the padawan’s body as the Pango had attempted to use on the man. The tail was already coming towards the saber, the man simply had to wave it around to slice and dice.

The tails of Pango may have been armored, but they were no match for a lightsaber.

The man, for his part, found the attempt amusing at best. Doubtless, the significant damage would prevent the Pango from continuing on to fiddle with the panel. But if the Jedi continued, the man would play. He had been bored for some time and wasn’t opposed to entertainment.

@Narzen

 

[Theia Durand]

Theia let out a long sigh of relief when the generator started and looked down to see a thumbs up from Zes. The girl grinned and made her way to join with the other two. Despite her annoyance with Shaw from the party she could tell he sounded worried; she wiped the sweat from her brow, unamused by the extra gravity that still was present in this building.

"Don't worry, I'm still going to help you even though I am still mad with you." she hummed and pulled out the map, quickly moving on to not let him get a word in, "Ok, we know there are probably syndicate members so lets try to flank them." she said as they went to exit the generator room, "You two continue and go to the left, I'll take the right and well meet in the gravity control room." she said and pocketed the image caster. Theia wasn't looking for an agreement, they needed to get this handled quickly as it has been some time before they heard any updates over the comms and she couldn't shake the gut feeling she had that something has gone wrong. Since, well, if things were going right, their generator would be on by now.

Maybe they were still working on it?

Even that thought didn't sit well.

As the other two would go left, Theia went right, quietly grasping the borrowed saber hilt as she headed down the empty hallway. She took several breaths, clearing her mind, trusting her senses as she approached, hoping she was able to handle whatever came her way.

@LouJoVi @throwitintothefire @Sreeya

 

[The Storyteller]

The man stepped away from the Pango (@Narzen happy to work you back in if you want to continue), hearing footsteps approaching. He kept his hold on the saber, scowling as he spotted the red-head. The man didn’t attack immediately, but she would see the damage in the room along with the unconscious padawans.

“How many of you are there?” He asked with a hint of irritation, waving the saber around as if it were a toy. The crystal resisted him, but it was a delight overwhelming it with his will. The man took a drag and exhaled smoke.

“You got a souvenir for me too?” The man asked with a smirk, lazily swinging his new saber from side to side.

@GABA