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[Asminys]

Cgkkh.Cgkkh.Cgkkh.Cgkkh.Cgkkh.Cgkkh.Cgkchinkggh

Asminys breathed raggedly as he swung that final strike against the duracrete prison wall. Metal on metal. The stun cuff was battered and his hands were bloody where the rough metal had dug into his palms. He was getting somewhere though. Blissfully unaware of whatever was going on outside in the other cellblocks, Asminys closed his eyes, focusing. He could feel the metal behind the wall through the haze of the drugs that were partially worn off. The electronics that hummed quietly behind it.

Shuffling a bit on his stumps to change his position, he took a moment to steady his heavy breathing, sweat lining his forehead from the exertion of chipping away at the wall. Examining the broken stun cuff's battered end, he flipped the piece around in his hand, baring a sharp metal piece forwards. Pressing the piece against the revealed section of bare metal, he kept his eyes closed and focused once more.

He drew his right arm back, his mind focused on the palm of his hand. Hard, like durasteel. He willed the flesh of his palm to harden, much in the way he had struck the grandmaster during the strike on Ajan Kloss. Solid, like kyber. He willed his flesh to be like kyber, lending it the strength of the darkside, the strength of his hatred.

SLAM

His palm struck the dulled and beaten back end of the stun cuff like a hammer, driving the sharpened wedge forwards with all his strength to dent the metal of the control housing.

SLAM

Again he struck, driving the wedge deeper. Denting the metal further.

SLAM

One final strike. His brow furrowed in pain as blood spilled from his hand. But a twitch of his lip betrayed his excitement. A shadow of a smile at the crack in the metal housing that he had been striking, behind it he could see the coloring of wires.

 

[Vizim]

Vizim moved to one of the doors on the roof of the building. He assumed it was used for either guard patrols or maintenance, but he wasn’t sure. With no guards up here at the moment he guessed the latter. He hit the door control to find it expectedly locked, but that was no real barrier.

Instead he focused on the door. The technique he would use was one that served him well as an assassin. It left no saber marks and drew none of the attention that a lightsaber’s glow did. Instead, he phased an arm and then torso through. Then a leg and another leg and whatever was left. He was through the door, no alarm raised, and no one the wiser to his entry.

He unlocked the roof exit from the inside and headed down into the facility, moving silently and with his saber hilt in his hand as he moved toward his goal.

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

One moment his little legs are running on the ground behind his drinking buddy. Then next, well he was flying through the air like Superman. SuperJawa? Ah doesn't matter, he went flying like Luke's hand from the OG trilogy. Who threw him? What threw him? Again he couldn't think about it too much. There was a job to do, so he was going to focus on the task at hand. Rid this place of Sith scumbags. As he flew through the air though he may have let a select choice of words slip out in Jawaese.

Eventually he landed on Draco's back. A softish landing, until he felt Draco grab him and swing him around, throwing him to the side. Fantastic. Klepti let out a long,

"Nekkel juuvar obwegadadaaaaaa"
(SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT)

After he had a little time to recover, he got to a standing position. Unfortunately he couldn't see over the cover he landed behind. So peaking around the corner was his only option. The little Ranger had moved a long cover moving closer to enemy location. Still a ways away he would aim down his sights around the corner and find random Sith troopers in his view. He would take, one shot, two shot, head shot, true shot. The Jawa hid back behind cover allowing his allies to send firepower downrange. Couldn't have a ranger down. That'd be bad for business. Plus, Klepti needed more tequila before he died.

The Jawa had a nader ready to make a bad day for whoever is in its vicinity. Itd be enough to do some damage for sure. It is a lethal weapon to any and all beings. The ranger got the timer set at 8 seconds. He tossed over in the general direction of where he last seen the Sith punk that thought he was a baseball and Draco the bat.

@Exhilian @Wit

 

[Vahn Berand]

A rioting prisoner came apart in two halves down the middle as Vahn’s saber carved him from head to pelvis. Another was sent reeling backwards, clutching the stump where his hand had once been after a twisting, oblique cut from above amputated it. He then casually advanced on another prisoner who had acquired a blaster, his saber was a lazy blue whirl that deflected the trickle of bolts fired at him. His comrade dropped when Vahn angled his saber up, and redirected the blast through the rioter’s meaty mid thigh. He flicked his saber when he came within range, bisecting the blaster. The Force followed his movements, the Jedi raising his hand and rudely slamming the final prisoner up against the ceiling hard enough to knock him unconscious while he strode onwards through the screaming hallways of the Ranger holding facility.

Vahn had come here to follow up on the reports he’d given to the Rangers with his interrogation and experience with the Sith. He had a laundry list of security suggestions But now that he was here he met bedlam. The prison cells had been opened, and Vahn had been swamped in his own little battle as the halls of the Ranger prison swam with violence. He looked up and down the hall. He had spared lives where he could, and taken them where he felt he was forced, but now he was clear.

Vahn extended his senses, reaching far out to pick up the ambient sense of Life and flows of the Force in the Prison. Here and there, lives blinked out, while hostility, rage and anger flooded the corridors, sticking to every hard surface like sickly, viscous rot. He wrinkled his nose in psychosomatic reflex and pushed onwards.

There was something else, something buried under the currents in the prison. Someone was drawing powerful displays of the Force; someone precisely where he remembered Tia was being held. He remembered this feeling. Long ago, back on Denon. Vahn took a breath and hurried, racing through the halls towards where he knew he was needed.

Eventually Vahn came around a turn in the corridor and found the melee between Corran and the Sith droid. He recognized this one from the video footage at Byblos; the droid that fled after Lyra’s capture. The cameras had caught some of her combat capacity and Vahn knew the droid was highly capable. Just around the corner he could sense it; the power that had been at Denon. His hand tightened around his saber in reflex.

Vahn focused his thoughts, and opened himself fully to the Force. In this hall, in this place he would be like a beacon, a torch burning bright against the miasma of the Dark Side hanging heavy in the air. His presence would not go unnoticed as he strode towards the melee, the blue blade of his saber burning in his hand as he approached the combat in the hall leading to Tia’s cell.

@Sreeya @GABA @Eccles @Killa Ree @The Good Doctor @TerranSteel

 

[Vizim]

With attention focused elsewhere, Vizim slipped to the control room with surprisingly little issue. People were worried about what was coming from the bottom up, not from the top down.

The poor men in the control room were in trouble before they knew what hit them. One had his head gone and the other was pinned to the floor and manacled and gagged within seconds after that. Benefits of the Force.

But the control room had all kinds of nice tricks. Vizim didn't waste much time as he jammed the communications out of the building. No outgoing signals to call for help, no rapid reinforcements, nothing would come. Or at least not with as much speed as one might like.

Gazing over the controls, Vizim remembered what the briefing said about the situation in which this pair of "Sith Lords" had gotten themselves captured. Sealed bulkheads, eh? Lucky thing prisons had something comparable as well.

Before he reached the hallway with the fighting, Vahn (@The Steel Stag) would find the blast doors slamming shut in front of him as Vizim checked over options regarding either toxic or sleeping gases. And not just one blast door. Multiple. He could carve through, but that would take a lot of time. Time for Vizim to find all kinds of new tricks. He also secured the blast doors along the route to his new "work station" as he kept looking over his options. So. Many. Options.

All right, Jedi and Rangers. You all like to gank people. Try a fair fight for once.

 

[Marasi]

Marasi raised an eyebrow as the shots landed short of her as she was stepping behind her cover, then she realized what the Ranger was going for as he used the dust puffs rising from the blaster shots as a distraction. Behind her cover she smiled inside her helmet, even as troopers around her were getting hit by blasterfire. That wasn't half bad, maybe she would get to have some fun. (@Exhilian)

That was till the shot hit her in the face, or rather her helmet. But it was close enough to pierce through the helmet and actually graze her cheek. That wiped the smile from her face and she got to her feet, using the pain and anger to fuel the Force as it swelled in response within her. She sent out a powerful push of the Force, sending the dust cloud back towards the Rangers, and also catching the grenade sent their way by the other ranger. (@Scoobert)

The grenade, instead of flying towards and exploding amongst the Sith forces, now stopped in its trajectory and flew back towards the Rangers. With no means for the Rangers to obstruct it, and with the dust providing cover for it to fly back undetected, it would land among the rangers and explode amongst their ranks. The two Rangers (@Exhilian @Scoobert) would most likely feel the full brunt of the explosion, the charge probably knocking them out.

If the maneuver worked then her troopers would take advantage of the opening to pepper more concentrated fire at the soldiers, though if they seemed down then Marasi would bark an order at the troopers. "Not those two," she would say, pointing at the two rangers, "put them to sleep for now."

Her orders, though they might confuse the troopers, would be followed without question. The most going their way would be stun bolts to ensure they were out, but that would be the extent of their injuries.

@Exhilian @Scoobert

 

[Darth Tiamat]

It was unlike the redheaded Sith Lord to work as hard as she was, already soaked in her sweat as she watched the Ranger woman be pulled into the path of the blaster shots given by the old man (@Eccles) and another few stun bolts by an acquaintance from behind the wall (@TerranSteel); and yet this old woman of a Ranger was still kicking. As the stun shots had flown into her backside, Tiamat didn't hesitate in the advantage as she jutted out her palms to yank the weapons from Vera's (@Killa Ree) faltering grip while the muscle spasms would snap and pulse through her limbs.

The redhead gasped as the vibroblade flew into her free palm and the blaster continued on a trajectory as she threw back her saber hand, letting the metal clink against the steel floors of the hall and sliding far behind the Sith Lords and out of reach of the Rangers. She rotated her wrists gently, getting the feel for the double weaponry as she kept the woman Ranger between herself and the old man. If he were to fire any consecutive shots, they would more than likely hit his comrade and from Tiamat's experience growing up with Rangers, one did what they could to protect their brethren in the Sector Rangers even in moments of desperation.

Tiamat stepped forward, weapons raised and ready to continue onward as Raze was ready. Though her stomach twisted with discomfort as she felt her body fight against the months of sedatives that were pumped into her body. She swallowed hard against the bitter taste in the back of her throat, focusing for a moment to push the unnatural substance from her body. She welcomed the cold chill brought on by the dark side, but she was more than certain she was going to go through a nasty withdrawal and that chill was going to be something far worse. The FWA seemed to fear everything about her that they could not see or hear, and as their solution would be, keep her nearly in a medically induced coma until they were ready to speak with her.

There was a familiarity to the sickness as it reminded her of when she first arrived on Eriadu and Emryc had taken her to the Force Nexus to train. Her body fought for the control then as it would fight for the control now, the real challenge for her if she could keep up with two difficult battles...both for her freedom.

@Sreeya

 

[Asminys]

Asminys peered at the wires through the small crack in the metal casing. He could barely make out their colors, let alone the number and size of wires. He needed more access. He eyed the now somewhat dulled end of the shock collar, contemplated its uses in the situation. Eyeing the gap with a measuring eye, he nodded to himself slightly before taking a deep breath before inserting the narrowed end into the slit, the other half end of the circular collar curving out away from the wall.

Placing his left shoulder lightly against the collar end, not quite putting his weight on it yet except to hold it in place. Resting his left palm over the piece of metal behind which his freedom lay, Asminys forced his clouded mind to focus. His mind cutting through the weakened weakening sedative, Asminys tested the metal with his mind through force, feeling its contours where he had bent it earlier. Searching for weakness in the thin steel plate where its bent form might break the easiest, cracks in its being where its rigid form might yield if the right touch was applied.

Asminys knew that any normal human would have given up long ago. Would have consigned themselves to their fate after the loss of their legs, or after months of drugged imprisonment. That was why they were weak. That was why they were weak and he was strong. Why he deserved the freedom that he sought to take for himself alone, and they deserved death if they stood in the way of that freedom. That was why they would die when he got out of this cell. Which he would get out of this cell.

There.

Twisting to put his weight into it, Asminys threw a punch with all his might at the shock collar-cum-lever. Roaring in rage, he drove his fist forward and through the collar as his rage channeled into the punch. Crack. The already broken collar split once more as it wrenched at the panel. Breathing heavily, Asminys surveyed the damage he had wrought on the panel. It had rent the one side of the slit open, a ragged tear down the middle that gave enough access to the wiring underneath. A tear that matched the one on his palm where he had hit the now broken collar.

Gathering the two pieces of the broken shock collar, Asminys used the new sharp edge to cut strips of bandage from his prison jumpsuit, tying both his bleeding palms with the cloth as he studied the wires. Closing his eyes, he sensed their currents through the fog, identifying the power lines to the ray shield, the wiring for the door controls. He had limited tools at hand, two broken pieces of shock collar and his hands. Maybe his teeth. Wrapping the blunt end of the jagged metal, he sliced along the door control wires to bare and split them. Cutting two ends free, he carefully crossed the split wires which sparked as they overloaded the door controls, causing the door to slide open behind the ray shield. Releasing the wires, he grabbed the clothe covered end of the sharp shock collar and leveled it against the ray shield power conduit. Holding the blunt broken end in his other palm, Asminys drove the bit through the power conduit with a swift hammer on the end of the stake.

The ray shield flicked as sparks flared from the broken conduit, driving Asminys crawling back on his elbows before the ray shield flared one more time. Then it died.

Breathing heavily, Asminys pushed himself up. Rapidly waddling over to the open panel on his hands, he rested on his stumps for a moment as he gathered up the two broken bits of shock collar. Reaching back into the back end of the panel, he gripped the door control wire and yanked it free, pulling a meter long length of wiring free from the panel, which he doubled over and held between his teeth. The corridor outside was empty, though its lights blared red and claxons wailed. Far away in the other wing of the prison Asminys could still sense the tall dark shadow of Darth Raze. The Sith was here for his apprentice, not Asminys.

Loping forwards on both hands towards the door at the far end, Asminys traveled as fast as he could given his condition. His bloodshot eyes were filled with hate and determination, the desperate drive of a caged and wounded beast with a singular goal. Freedom. Bloody handprints lined the floor as he crossed the distance. He could feel fear behind the door, knew that whoever guarded his path to freedom was afraid. Knew they could see him. Stopping for a brief moment, Asminys twisted, Throwing the sharp ended collarpiece in a straight throw to stab into the glass eyed camera at the end of the hall behind him. He likewise did the same in front before continuing his path forwards. Reaching the door, he jammed himself in between the frame and the corridor wall and started to climb, pressing his stumps against the wall and inching his way up by shifting pressure with his arms. The guards inside could no longer see him, would be expecting him anywhere but above.

The door opened below him and a guards blaster led the way, followed by his head below. Asminys dropped on him, grabbing at the blaster in his hand with his right arm, as he looped one end of the wire around the mans neck with his left hand. Knocking the man to the ground he pulled the blaster from his grip as he yanked back with his teeth and arm to garrote the man, leaving him kicking and flailing under Asminys as he took the mans blaster and aimed it through the open doorway.

He was a bit disappointed that the security room beyond was empty. Nobody else to kill. They must have all gone to wherever the reason for the alarm was, the other Sith. The twitching beneath him slowed and then stopped. Asminys gave the wire an extra yank for good measure before cracking the man's temple with the butt of the blaster. Stripping the man's belt, he buckled it around his chest and over one shoulder, the pistols holster hanging below his left armpit. Shuffling into the security room, his eyes flickered over the room, quickly taking everything in, from the empty chairs and computer consoles, the other door leaving the room, and the air duct panel.

 

[Darmus Onn]

Darmus didn't shoot that second time for ranger Coulter's body was by then already fully blocking both Sith from view. Then a shot nevertheless startled the veteran ranger and he angled his body towards it, seeing his protege Corran not only shoot but more importantly see the figure behind him (@The Good Doctor) rapidly approaching.

The next events happened fast. Corran got smacked right in the face and the droid, for it was clearly a droid, shouted something as Darmus aimed his blaster at it. Corran wasn't in the way, for he was tanking an unexpected and powerful petar-punch to the face, so Darmus pulled the trigger. The bolt, at almost point-blank range, would hit the droid in the lower left of its chassis.

Maybe droids didn't quite work like meatbags did, but surely that would at least stagger him enough to stop his assault on the younger ranger. If it did, then that was an opening big enough for Darmus to capitalize on as he pushed himself further to his right with his left hand, angling his upper body out of view from the Sith due his proximity to the corner, and fired twice in rapid succession at the droid's left knee.


@The Good Doctor @TerranSteel @Killa Ree @GABA @Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The Sith Lord kept his Force grip on the female Ranger as Tiamat quickly worked to yank her weapons from her arms during the surge from the stun. While the blaster was yanked from her grasp, the vibrosword remained. This ensured Raze kept her out of striking range as he acted, saber held across him for any attacks.

In either case, the Sith Lord was free to do as he pleased with the Rangers in the opposite end of the hall otherwise preoccupied. He channeled the Force and drew from the Ranger’s mind, focusing his energies on draining from her. It was a trick he had picked up from Councilor Malicia, but he applied it with purpose. She would see nothing but the cold mask and the haunting gaze as she fought or struggled, her mind flooded with a fog. She would feel herself grow weaker and dizzy, losing control of her actions.

Having just suffered a stun and with uninterrupted use, the drain would ensure the Ranger fell unconscious. If that was successful, the Sith Lord would pull her close. A gloved hand would harshly grab fistfuls of her hair, unceremoniously spinning her to face out towards the end of the hallway.

That’s when the very air in the corridor and beyond chilled. Raze took steps towards the end of the hallway, dragging the unconscious Ranger along. The icy chill would spill forth from the corridor and climb up the spines of the Rangers on the opposite end. It would loom over as a sense of dread that would unfurl from the pits of their stomach. It would feel as if frosty needles raked across the surface of their skin as the dread crept towards their mind.

Once it arrived, a voice echoed deep within the confines of their psyche, haunting and firm in its ghastly echo, “Cease fighting or she dies,” The voice stated as Raze made his way to the end of the hallway, a saberhilt pressed against the unconscious Ranger. The command to cease fighting also applied to the droid they fought.

“Drop your weapons and start walking,” The Sith Lord was much closer now, towering at the doorway with the female Ranger clutched firmly in his hand.

@Eccles @Killa Ree @TerranSteel @The Good Doctor @GABA

 

[Vera Coulter]

She could feel the effect of the drain starting to pull on her. With the combination of the stun and the shot to her leg, it would be a struggle just to keep herself conscious. But she would fight tooth and nail just to keep surfaced, even as her vision began to fade.

"Cheap-ass coward," she managed to seethe at him even as her head began to loll forward. "Won't even face an old lady... huh?..." She made a swing towards him with her vibroblade, but much to her fury her limbs began to grow weak, useless.

She had one less shot before slipping to unconsciousness.

"Seal the karking doors and get out!" she snapped at the pair of them. Seriously. Focusing on a karking droid?

When she slipped away, all she could feel was rage.

I had one karking shot to get him.

She had failed. She tried to buy them some time, and they didn't leave when they could have. She wanted to face death head-on but was cheated that, used as a kriffing pawn. She hoped they wouldn't take the bait. Let her have one goddamned use to give them an escape, her life wasn't worth it.

But she knew these boys in blue. They never left their own. Kark, she hoped this would be one of the times they would.

@Sreeya @Eccles @TerranSteel

 

[Corran Velt]

A single squeeze of the trigger sent a stun bolt soaring through the air. Tiamat had been the intended target, but Vera was the recipient. She had been tugged into the air by invisible shackles and used as a haunting marionette to absorb the round. Corran's eyes, hidden by his helmet, bolted wide in shock. It was his first friendly fire incident and he'd never seen such a rapid use of the Force in combat.

Surprise didn't last long as metallic footsteps rushing from behind caused the helmeted ranger to look over his shoulder. Bronzium reality slammed against him. Specifically against the right side of his helmet. His whole world jostled from the kinetic energy as it forced him to hit against the wall and brace his legs to keep from falling over. Due to the surprise nature of the strike, the ranger's body flew back with the flow of energy and his torso angled just enough for the downward swing of the blade to scratch off the angled armor plating. Sentinel armor had also been designed to combat vibroblade slashes as well.

Normally a hit like that, complete with metal knuckles, would cause severe damage like a concussion. Thankfully, the helmet was padded and Corran's resistance to pain (or tolerance to it) since the Sith toxin helped him recover quickly. A nasty bruise would color his face later. Darmus' first shot would give the lieutenant the time he needed to react on instinct. With no good options remaining, Corran would physically throw his rifle horizontally with all possible strength at the droid assailant using both hands; aiming for their neck and upper chest. Anything to get more space between his attacker and himself. With both their hands occupied with weapons, it might be harder for them to deflect the thrown weapon. He'd stay along the wall to give Darmus clearance to fire more.

If no interruptions or changes in the situation arrived, a haunting shadow would cast a withering aura over the no-holds-barred brawl. It's very presence dimmed everything. Ice slithered up Corran's spine like a constricting reptile. The being commanded the end of conflict, lest a price be paid by their hostage. Lieutenant Velt's helmet turned only slightly to be able to keep an eye on the tall force-user and the robot both. Ranger Coulter thrashed in defiance, still giving orders for them to escape.

He had faced Sith before. But none like this. In the flames of headquarters, there was nothing to understand. Only the cackling madness as vibroblades sung through the air. This Force-user was not insanity. It was thinking, precise, and determined. Invisible wraith-like chills clenched around Corran's neck. This was not just a Force-user. No Jedi. But a Sith. A real one. Evil made manifest. He'd been blinded by his bigotry. The difference made plain by the freezing nails digging into his back.

Behind transparisteel slits, blue-eyes under a defiant brow glanced over to Darmus. He couldn't know what the veteran ranger was thinking but he knew what he couldn't do. Corran had pulled the trigger that shot Vera in the back. He wouldn't be the cause for her execution as well. Armored gloves slowly reached down to the weapons holster that slung across the Lieutenant's waist. Clasps were undone as the assortment of blasters and grenades clattered to the floor. The vibroblade that had slashed his face, a capture from a dead Sith, was the last to fall to the pile.

@The Good Doctor @Eccles @Killa Ree @Sreeya

 

[Klepti Uutkik]

That Sith had cool magic tricks. She sent the nade back towards Klepti, and Draco. He hadn't noticed it at first due to dust. Though it's sound of the final beeps were very recognizable. It was landing on the groumd next to him a good few meters. Thankfully it's range of effectiveness is 15 meters. Klepti was close to 8 meters away right on the corner of a container. Wouldn't be easy leaping from this explosion of fragmentation. All he could really do was dive away behind a storage container. The container absorbed almost all of the fragments, though Klepti felt something pierce into his leg. Luckily he was still conscious. Though, now his leg had a burn and wound that his adrenaline was trying to save pain from. It'll come back to bite him later. The little Jawa would call out to the Sith,

"Hkeek nkulla Juwi! Ikee kalli Juwi"
(**** you! I kill you)

Klepti readied his blaster as he was preparing himself to look around the corner to get a good aim on the Sith. As he was scoping he found part of the helm she was wearing. This was his chance to solidify his position as a boss dawg within the rangers. Klepti took a deep breath in. Deep breath out. Then wrapped his little finger around the trigger. Once he got his moment attuned he pulled the trigger... but it jammed. For the love of...

There was no time to fiddle with it at the moment he pulled out his DL-44 and started firing in her direction. Kind of a spray and pray. His tactics weren't the best but at least it could pose as a distraction for his fellow ranger. If they had survived the blast. Klepti was a target now, he wanted to keep it that way in hopes of either killing, or capturing this Sith would deem possible. Only time can really tell. Ranger Uutkik would have to get back behind cover soon, especially against well trained opponents such as the ones he is currently facing.

@Wit @Exhilian

 

[Pedee]

Pedee was aware of the Jedi that tried coming through the halls. He was in her cone of vision for a moment as she was charging the ranger with the weird helmet, but motion sensors are also nice. But unfortunately for him and fortunately for the Sith, he would find himself sealed off via blast doors. No meddles pests interfering.

Her punch to Corran connected, it surprisingly didn't knock him out immediately, even with the armor, he must have better hardware than the average, soft ranger. Pedee couldn't avoid the first shot by Darnus, it would land strike and land it's mark. It would leave a nasty burn on that part of Pedee's armored shell. ::That guy is lucky:: she internally noted. If not for this interference she would have killed him.

The impact from Darnus' first shot messed with her movement as sparks hissed from it stopped her momentum and disrupted her balance, she began to topple backwards, the thrown rifle with all the human/animal's might he would aid in it. One could hear the blunt impact from this, and Pedee registered the damage. How desperate.

The second blaster shot from Darmus would miss, flying slightly overhead the rapidly falling droid. Pedee wasn't the one to be lying down on the job nor one to move in slow motion. She would raise her legs while she is downed and the third shot will sail harmlessly beyond where the intended target was

Pedee would then transition this into a combat roll immediately. She is not the one to delay unnecessarily and she was a nimbile and agile droid. She would be on her feet in no time, although with nagging damage. She sees the last few seconds as an insult to her, she wants to murder all them Rangers for this affront. But alas, Darth Raze is giving an ultimatum, so she can't carry that out. No new attacks for now, Pedee would stand combat ready though, ready to jump back into the battle if they want to continue antagonizing the Sith Lords.

@Sreeya @Eccles @TerranSteel @GABA

 

[Draco Salem Virtus]

Draco Virtus already was planning his move while the dust was kicked up the air and after his shot. He began moving to the left flank as his timing couldn't be more rough. A grenade that Kelpti thrown was tossed back between the pair behind cover and exploded. Draco was sent flying forward as he took shrapnel to his arms and body. The pain rushed through him as luckily he was still functional but it was going to be a rough morning. His Mako03 armor took the fore front of the impact and he felt blood from the shrapnel trickle down his body in a peppered state.

Draco growled as he moved from his old location with the other rangers ahead of him before he moved to their location. Gritting his teeth but crouching his way over. Now thanks to the Sith not doing anything in regards to stop the flanking element they came right up adjacent from them in a L shaped ambush. The flank proved helpful as they had a solid line of view on the boxes and began to blaster fire the open Sith that were taking cover alongside it. Bolts impacting the surprised Sith would tear down their ranks as they were vulnerable from this position.

Draco moved his way over with them as slung his blaster rifle on his back and retrieved his two oathbringers on his hip. One set to stun and one set to lethal as he began to fire from both with volleys of independent fire. A lethal and stun bolt from each blaster was coming straight towards the Sith leader as she was left wide open and thanks to Klepti and the main force in the middle she was caught unaware of this flank.

The hairline trigger on his oathbringers was quick to let him fire rapid shots with the slight pressure of his finger as the Sith leader would have to try to deal with the other Rangers shots along with his own Oathbringers. Draco would call out to the Rangers left by the front to push up as they holding the "_" section of the "L" shaped ambush. Draco hoped his Ranger friend was okay as he last seen him near the front kept his focus forward as they continued to fire rapidly from the left while the rest fired from the middle.

@Wit @Scoobert

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Her brow narrowed as she inhaled deeper, trying to keep her body steady as she held her blade in a defensive position. She saw movement behind the female Ranger and there was some satisfaction to see the old man Ranger turn his attention to another opponent in the adjacent hall, the corner keeping her from seeing Pedee until they would approach closer. She stepped closer to Raze as he pulled the Ranger woman to him ready to defend from anyone wishing to try their luck against the Sith Lords.

She felt the shadows of the dark side claw along her skin and vein through her body as Raze's power filled the hall. The redheaded Sith glanced to see the woman in his grasp succumbed to unconsciousness, her energy sapped, no longer a threat as it seemed her bark was worst than her bite after all. That seemed to be the case for most Rangers, all talk, no progress.

Her gold gaze turned to the Rangers at the doorway, sweat trickled down her face as she continued to push the sedatives from her body, feeling no relief to come any time soon. The chill of the shadows was in stark comparison to the fever that ached in her muscles, becoming harder to focus as her attention broke to a quick glance at Raze as he commanded the Rangers to cease the fighting. As he would step, Tiamat also stepped forward, keeping to his side as they moved closer to the doorway, the woman Ranger pathetically in his grasp as he set his terms.

It was a rare to see Emryc in his Raze persona and Tiamat felt a flicker of a flame, reminding her how much she had missed his directness, the power behind his words, and the unsettling gaze she knew existed behind the helmet. She really hoped the Rangers would just listen and follow orders, but then again she wished they would do more to make him speak again. If she did not feel like she was on Hell's doorstep, there was so much she wanted him to do her right now.

The clank as a Ranger dropped his belt and weapons to the floor, seeming to take the Sith Lord serious as he held their brethren in a fate that could topple in either direction. Her brow narrowed as she kept her attention on the Rangers, flickering momentarily to Pedee behind them and then between Darmus and Corran to ensure they were going to submit and not play hero.

@Sreeya @TerranSteel @Eccles @Killa Ree @The Good Doctor

 

[Vahn Berand]

“Oh no. I know this dance,” Vahn said as the bulkhead snapped shut in front of him. He raised his comm link.

“Byblos Defense, this is Jedi Knight Vahn Berand, I-” he froze mid sentence. There was nothing but static on the other end. Cursing, he adjusted the frequency.

“Ralta, get my fighter ready-” again nothing but static. Vahn frowned. He was being jammed. There was likely not any way he could contact anyone on the outside. He needed to measure his options. Ahead of him he could sense the swell of the Dark Side. However the loss of the base’s controls, and the sealed bulkheads ahead were poor omens. Vahn was aware of the defenses of the prison, having been briefed before he came to report on the woman he knew as Lyra. If he was the one in control, he’d start gassing him right now. It was just the smart thing to do. Even with the Force bolstering his body’s defenses by the time he reached them he’d be low on time to actually fight.

Vahn curled one hand into a tight fist.

“I’m sorry. Please just survive,” Vahn said aloud to the thought of the Rangers he knew were fighting beyond. He couldn't help them in this moment. There was one thing he could do. He just hoped he could do it fast enough. Words from long passed memories in a familiar tongue whispered in the back of his head; A bad decision is better than no decision at all.

He turned away suddenly, and immediately he set about scan the section of the hall he had come from. He flicked his hands forward, killing each camera he could find with a Force-accelerated durasteel dart. Then, he walked along the section of the hallway he had access to, his senses honing in to make sure there wasn’t anyone on the level below him. He ignited his saber next, and knelt down low enough to pierce through the floor below his feet. He turned, burning a circle in the ground in one fluid motion; the several feet of deep blue solar-hot blade carving through durasteel easily.

Then, Vahn dropped through the floor atop the durasteel plate that had been the floor, clattering loudly against the floor below while Vahn rolled free, durasteel darts flying once more into the cameras. Vahn would repeat this procedure again, dropping through the levels to get to lower security levels of the Prison where there were fewer security precautions. Fewer gates, fewer doors, fewer ways whoever was in the control room could mess with him. Several levels down, Vahn would stand, and break into a run towards where he knew the general location of the hangar was a floor below.

@Phoenix

 

[Vizim]

Vizim watched the readouts of the various displays and saw the Ranger captured. The others seemed to be standing down as ordered like good little herd animals. Perhaps it would work on the Jedi as well. They valued all life, right? Kind of pointless, really. Everyone died eventually.

He opened up a PA system directly into the hall he saw the Jedi drop into.

Stand down, Jedi. We have hostages, and they'll be executed if you continue onward. Sit down on the floor, and meditate or whatever it is you do, he said (@The Steel Stag). Assuming the man complied and Vizim wasn't forced to execute the hostage he had or reach out to Raze about throttling his hostage, Vizim would move on to his next order of business.

A call for reinforcements had already gone out, but that didn't mean that they couldn't be diverted. He grabbed the hostage he had left alive and ungagged him, still keeping his peripheral vision on the cameras in case anyone tried anything funny.

Here's the thing officer... he glanced at the man's nameplate ...Jenkins. You're going to radio the reinforcements on the hardline and tell them the prison is secure except for a single Sith who is being pursued South. You're going to tell them to divert to that location, he said. He continued speaking, quickly and decisively.

If you don't, I'm going to kill you - no surprise - and then no one is going to be around to warn the entire Jenkins family who I will hunt down and kill slowly out of spite, understand? he said, before letting the man begin to make the call.

He would continue thumbing doors selectively along a particular path as he listened to the call and watched the cameras.

 

[Marasi]

The push getting rid of the dust cloud had the benefit of restoring complete visibility to the Sith forces. As the grenade exploded, they could see not just the original group of defenders but the would be flankers as well. The lead ranger, caught by the explosion in his attempt to begin his flank, was tossed forward by the force of the explosion. The trooper who had taken the shots at the two rangers before, a lieutenant by the name of Rhulad, took the initiative to fire at the man in his moment of weakness, four shots flying towards him. (@Exhilian) Rhulad's actions would prevent the ranger from joining his flanking companions, and Rhulad would keep his focus on the ranger to make sure he stayed near the door with his remaining companions.

Marasi, seeing this, let the lieutenant deal with the ranger and casually swatted away the blaster bolts fired by the other ranger (@Scoobert). She, along with the other troopers, also took note of the flankers, with no dust or distractions to keep them hidden. She took a step back and turned to the side to face the flankers and reached out with the Force to grab one of their number and yank him forward, straight into the line of fire of his companions. They had the decide whether to continue firing and hit one of their own, or stop. Marasi, though fully expecting them to do the latter, was ready to toss him back straight at them and use her lightsaber to intercept any bolts if they chose to continue their attack. In the meanwhile half her troopers had diverted their attention towards the flankers, with two coming and standing between her and the group near the door, cover her side.

"I think," she spoke up, voice echoing through the hangar, "we've had enough fun for today. Let's continue this another time, shall we?" She had felt the chill in the Force that had emanated from Darth Raze, and she knew exactly what it meant. When a Sith Lord felt like that in the Force you knew the fight was won, there was nothing else she could do here that could even remotely compare to what he was doing. Her work here was done.

With that she would start moving towards the gunship, still sitting there, completely unmolested by the defenders. The man in her grasp would follow, floating along a dozen or so feet in front of her as she retreated towards the gunship, acting like a literal shield for the retreating Sith forces. But regardless of how much harassment they faced, the Sith forces would make a fighting retreat to the gunship and only when the ship's ramp closed to seal away the Sith would the man collapse to the floor, gasping for breath.

/Exit attempt

@Exhilian @Scoobert

 

[Asminys]

Asminys was tired now. His exertions to escape the cell and rapidly cross the corridor on muscles that had only been kept active left him straining as he hand-walked across the security room. His head pounded from the lingering effects of the drugs and nausea tugged at his gut but he persevered, breathing raggedly as he approached the air duct panel.

"Hhuurgghhhkkk!" He coughed violently as his stomach finally gave in. Gagging as he tried to remain upright, Asminys dry heaved a few times as his spinning stomach tried to expel its non existent contents. Regaining control of his rebellious stomach, Asminys spit and scowled before turning his attention to the vent panel.

He reached a hand towards it and closed his eyes. Grasping through the haze in his brain, he grabbed ahold of it and pulled. The metal strained but to no avail, so he pulled harder. The darkside obeyed his command but weakly, and the vent bowed outwards but held. With a final growl of frustration Asminys tugged with the force one more time.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

The screws holding the vent panel in gave out under the strain, popping out one by one with a sound not dissimilar to how four tiny suction cups might pop off of a surface. The vent panel clanged to the floor as Asminys once again resumed dry heaving on the floor from the exertion.

Spitting once more to empty his mouth of saliva and bile, Asminys dragged his weary body into the air duct, clambering along it with his two remaining limbs. Once more he was reminded of the Jedi's crime against him. The Free Worlds Alliance and their Sector Rangers had not opted to give him a new set of legs in his imprisonment, likely a smart move on their part considering his progress without them. Asminys could only be relieved that they had seen fit to treat his injuries, capping the stumps of his legs with bacta casts and treating him for infection while they had kept him in a state where he would be unable to tend his own wounds with the Force.

Crawling foot by foot with his hands, Asminys dragged his weary body further towards freedom.