The Last Lead

[Horizon]

One step at a time.

One hand over the other, over and over again. The scolding air rushed down the chute as a figure cladded in silver armor, striped with red coats desperately attempted to hold on. His gloves tightening together as the ventilation blew down on top of him, his gear jangling about as he pressed onward. The shaft itself was massive, used only as ventilation for this section of the ship's systems. A dangerous place to be for anyone who wasn't wearing the proper gear.

But not for Saren. This job took weeks of preparation, one slight miscalculation and he could have been killed on approach. The Destroyer's weapons weren't for looks obviously, but they were state of the ark and designed to make a ship's existence the complete opposite. The Kandosii was good, sure, but a patrol and attack class such as her really needed a good tune up before she made this run. And maybe a few other modifications much like Saren's suit.

This heat would melt any creature that dared to set foot in its scorching temperatures, but luckily the warrior managed to pick up a neat little belt that provided a shield that wrapped closely around the user's body. Providing thermal protection against temperatures such as these in terms of the situation and traversing planets with hazardous atmospheres.

Du, du, du.

The belt vibrated and began sounding off like an alarm, Saren cursed under his breath as he began to inspect the problem.

Batteries.

"You've got to be kidding me.."

The power supply to the belt, much to Saren's surprise, did in fact require external power chargers. Not an issue on a normal day, provided someone prepares themselves adequately, but today wasn't the warrior's day. A second set of alarms began chiming their way through Saren's helmet, popping up as holographic indicators. Specifically that the temperatures had taken a massive spike. There was only one explanation for this. A massive heat dump. Well, maybe there was two explanations. The former happens if the ship was undergoing too many different functions and had built up heat across the systems, but this usually happened during high intensity battles.

The only reason left was firing exercises.

But why would they be doing that now..?

- - - -

"What the hell is going on!?"

The trooper rushed out of his quarters, hopping down the passage way as he forced a boot onto his foot before grabbing his blaster. None of his shipmates responded as the rest had left their bunks in order to respond to the screaming alarms. Instead a man dressed in typical officer attire walked to the door way.

"We're under attack, now I suggest you double time it to your duty station, soldier. We've no time for games."

The trooper minced no further words as he gasped to himself quietly. Booking it down and out of the passage way, the trooper left the officer's sight. Placing a hand over his face, the officer sighed deeply before walking into the nearest head. Tapping a small button on his wrist-mounted communications device, completed with a message already written on screen, the officer sent it through. Moments later, sparks began to fall from the ceiling of the bathroom as a semi-circle began to appear and eventually became completed. The Imperial Officer stood back as the circle gave way, plopping down onto the floor with a loud clang. The sliver cladded warrior slid through the hole effortlessly before taking a moment to clean off the debris from his armor. The officer, with his cold blue eyes, looked over the man before him with little more than pure disgust. Going so far as to spit at the floor between the two as he removed his cap, brushing back his steel toned hair.

"Really Jarvis? Was that necessary? You owed me a favor."

"Of course it was necessary, but was alerting the alliance to the location of this vessel worth this? This attack!? Of course it was, Saren Te Adenn, the last living man of his clan. The notorious Deathwatch. Still searching for the last of the men and women who survived the Mandalorian Civil War.."

"Honestly, I don't really care what you consider necessary."

And with the flick of the wrist and a hushed word, Saren shot the officer with a dart to put him straight to sleep. The toxins worked quickly and had to if he wanted immediate effect. Maybe it'll kill him too. But that didn't really matter, but finding this Jedi did matter above all.

And so the mandalorian warrior set out, skulking his way through the halls of the ship til finding his way to the cell block that the officer told him about. It was heavily guarded due to a Jedi being held here, but it wouldn't stop him. Not now.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Gwen was recently captured by the Empire and hadn't stopped trying to struggle her way out since then. She had luckily been able to put her comm on so the Rebellion would be able to find her. The cell she was in, was overly guarded due to the fact of her being a Jedi. She knew more often than not, The Empire found it's way to succeed in many ways. It wasn't the ways she preferred, but she got stuck in this position. They had strapped her into and upright metal table for interrogations and torture to get whatever they wanted out of her. She had wondered when somebody would actually truly come as they were said to.

A few minute later, she sensed another one of the Imperials approach to the cell she was in. What would happen next, she wouldn't know. Gwen waited for the Imperial to come in to see what kind of technique he would use, if he was coming in for an interrogation.

Gwen wondered if the Rebellion had gotten her distress signal as she looked around the room. It was dim lighted and everything was durasteel and metal. She could see the gleam of torture tools on the table not too far away from her, but far enough. She looked up to notice that there was a hatch in the ceiling and she wondered what was up there. One thing was for sure. Gwen had a curious mind, sharp tongue, and her mother's attitude, from what her father had said before he was shot by Imperials. She had recently become the heir in her father's place, but she hadn't had the coronation yet. And she wouldnt have it until she escaped.

 

[Horizon]

The door leading into the Jedi's cell slid open with a hiss, giving way to the brilliant shine of the glacier white armor that the storm trooper wore proudly. Gun held to his chest, emotionless expression given by the full faced helmet they wore, the trooper made no noise other than the foot steps that echoed throughout the cold room. Gleaming in all sorts of chrome finished instruments, the trooper quietly put down his weapon on a nearby table before walking over to a terminal. With a few button presses here and there and lever being pulled down ever so slightly, a mechanism appeared from the roof over the Jedi. Circular in design, a great deal of tools hung on its rails. Its arms spider-like in nature, they extended slowly around their prisoner.

"I've been waiting for this for quite some time. My brother died a fellow Imperial. Died defending this empire. A Jedi ran him straight through and into a wall, did y'know that? I'm sure you knew. All you damn Jedi know each other's thoughts. I wonder if you know what's on my mind."

The voice was distant, beyond the sight of the only prisoner. The torturer stayed to the shadows as the arms began their decent once more.

(I'm going to give you more room to react here. So let's see what you got.)

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

When the door to her cell opened with a small hiss, Gwen looked up quickly to see shining armor through the dimmed light. She heard his foot steps echoing through the room, where he would walk to a table and set his gun down. Gwen was hiding fear quite well as she wasn't all too afraid. With the room being as quiet as it was, she heard him pressing buttons. She then looked over her head to see a spherical mechanism she had never seen before but had heard enough about it, to know what it was. As the trooper talked, Gwen's eyes narrowed at what he said.

"Oh I bet you have been. If you're brother was smart and not a coward, he would have been with the Rebellion and not with the Empire. Rebels can at least hit things when they shoot. Troopers can never hit anything. Plus the Jedi who killed your brother may have been me, due to the fact I murdered twenty troopers when my father was shot down by your men and possibly your brother."

She may not have been able to see the trooper in the shadows, but she could see the outline of the man. Gwen noticed as the mind probe came down further and she narrowed her eyes more. She looked back to the man with a fierce glare not hiding the fact she held a grudge against the Empire.

"You should know that my master isn't going to let this one go. And you aren't getting away with this forever." She said in a firm matter.

 

[Horizon]

Cackling erupted behind the storm trooper's helmet, pulling himself into the light for the young Jedi to see him clearly as can be. The glossy white armor shinning brightly beneath the lights, his hands draggimg themselves down the stoic expression every one of their helmets held true.

"You just don't get it, do you? You're not leaving. You're going to have a really bad time."

Within the blink of an eye, the trooper grabbed a knife from the nearby tray and rose his hand high above his head.

"You idiot.."

The knife would cut through flesh quite easily, in fact, the blade might even go all the way through and out the other side and pin Gwen's arm to the chair. Perhaps even pin her down for all the excitement soon to follow with the torture droid ready to slice her open in the most delicate of manners.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Gwen saw as he came forward, seeing his armor now gleaming in the minimal light that shone in the room. His hand seemed to grab at something after he finished his first sentence. It was a knife. Oh lord she wished someone would come soon. She narrowed her eyes before responding.

"I will find my way out. Don't underestimate a Jedi and a princess."

She snapped. When he raised the knife above his head, her heart skipped a beat as fear started to flow into her veins. Although when he called her an idiot, she seemed to have a fearful anger go through her.

He stabbed all the way through her arm and she screamed bloody murder. She gritted her teeth, cursing to herself as he cut through. She wondered what was next...

 

[Cheshire]

As Josis flew through space, he was alerted by the beeping off comms that an imperial base was being attacked by the rebellion. He gave a big cat grin as he entered the planet's surface and made his way into the base, forcefully cutting down any stormtrooper that dared cross him. Once he had narrowed down the Jedi's comm signal, he swiftly made his way to the prison unit, laughing when stormtroopers attempted to stop him. The thrill was amazing and exhilarating as he made his way through the heavily guarded prison section. So this is what its like when a Jedi is captured As he neared the cell, he pressed the button to open the cell. As he turned in the corner to walk into the cell, he watched as the Jedi had a knife put straight into her arm. He immediately swung his saber towards the torture droid, splitting it in half before turning to the stormtrooper with a saber raised towards his throat. "Don't move"

 

[Derek Jarah]

Derek had flown his X-wing fighter down to the planets surface landing he thought "I wonder why this person is so "Important" he asked himself "R21 Lets go follow me." they had ran through the amounts of corridors shooting every white gleaming Imperial soldier they could see as he ran to the control center shooting officers dodging blaster fire. He seemed to have control of everything until more stormtroopers came in "Dammit probably called reinforcements". He had overheated his gun quite a lot swapping to his blaster pistol point blank firing then... "Gahh my arm!" Derek's arm had been shot by a blaster rifle he had retreated to the detention blocks having not seen a Jedi before he turned to a room and saw what was a green lightsaber and a woman strapped in a metal table device. Seeming surprised he gave a good smile to the two Jedi's and kept holding back the Imperials that seem like they would go on endlessly bodies piling up on each other throwing thermal grenades and being pinned down really felt like it sucked...

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Gwen was surprised to see that the fleet had finally responded to her distress signal. A fellow Jedi had burst into the room holding the torturer at lightsaber point as he told him not to move. She had froze when he burst in, still feeling the pain in her arm from having the knife pinned into the chair through her arm. She wanted to scream more at the sharp pain, but kept that to a small whimper.

She looked between the trooper and the Jedi standing not far from both of them. Gwen wouldn't know what his next move was, but i wasn't until then she heard blaster fire coming from the hallway where Josis had entered. Then she saw a rebel known as Derek, firing at troopers. He was one of the ones her father was trying to talk her into having as a body guard, but she denied. And she still would deny. She had never wanted anyone to guard her for anything, Gwen always had the thoughts that she was able to be on her own without security there. But she may have been wrong now that she was being held here as hostage... with a knife through her arm. She saw Derek's smile, which sent chills down her spine seeing him smile like that. Her eyes went between the three men now at the cell he was in.

 

[Derek Jarah]

Derek and his robotic companion R-21 had stopped firing he must of overheated his blaster rifle switching to his pistol he got shot by blaster fire "Aghhh since when did stormtroopers get so Accurate!!" the smoke bursting through his arm made it go dead "Oh no" he nervously said to himself as he kept shooting his pistol with one arm hold his blaster onto the other as he felt just numbness in his arm as carrying the blaster rifle. "Im going to need you guys to get out of here while i cover fire". The rest nodded and moved away as Derek had cover fired moving back with the rest.

 

[Derek Jarah]

Derek and R-21 Retreated back deeper into the halls telling them to retreat and get a transport to get out of the base. "Your all going to need to get into a transport including you R-21. R-21 Beeped silently telling him will they find out about your history?. No R-21 they won't none of them will.. he continued firing as R-21 and the rest of the group had fallen back about a minute later he decided to fall back he ran towards the hanger bay hoping they had left by now. But Derek knew it really wouldn't matter because he had his own ship an X-Wing fighter class he shrugged it off and kept running into the direction of the hanger bay.