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Fortunately for her, Cyutadakyr would have little difficulty scaling the final stretch of the wall - cresting over the top and sliding down in the interior side. The Sith Pureblood would immediately find herself within a courtyard of base, training equipment and basic supplies neatly scattered about. There were multiple doors that led further into the base, each sealed with a key-panel on the wall just adjacent. This was - however - where the Pureblood’s luck would run out.
Without any intelligence shared by Kaldar, Cyu would have no idea which direction would lead her towards their objective, or which door would bring her face-to-face with incoming patrols. The blaring klaxons were still audible in the distance, coupled with the heavy trample of bootsteps nearby. She would have mere, precious moments to choose a direction - but the Pureblood would almost certainly do so blind.
Curiously, the Pureblood would find that Ralak didn’t follow her deeper into the facility. In the blink of an eye, the Inquisitor had completely vanished from sight - leaving Cyu to her own devices.
Meanwhile, Kaldar and Azar would continue to find significantly more success and thus lack of resistance along their path - deeper into the base. The schematics provided a clear layout of the enemy fortifications, and abandoning their fellow Sith - cruel or not - kept them largely separated from the commotion caused by Cyrian. In the end, such was the way of the Sith.
While the water purification station wasn’t particularly high priority for trooper security - especially during the current state of high alert - the corridors and hallways leading to the area weren’t entirely devoid of activity. As they approached the door leading into their objective. Just around the corner, Azar and Kaldar would be greeted by a small swarm of viper probe droids - five individual units floating idly infront of the sealed door.
Too many to destroy without an alarm being raised.
It would almost certainly be necessary for someone to distract them away from the door, enabling someone else to slice past the locks. But there was the dilemma, wasn’t it? Kaldar’s decision to abandon Cyu and Cyrian was fresh. Could the Pureblood trust his tentative ally not to do the same again? Could Kaldar trust the Pureblood, when Azar had kept the poison to himself the entire time?
Precious moments ticked by, forcing the pair decide rather quickly.
The situation for Cyrian and Devos only devolved further. The spotlight was secure, but effectively useless. The Inquisitor could guess that his allies had already made it inside the base, and the advantage of their stealth was nothing but a distant memory. It would enough to make his blood boil - attention fixing onto the single, Sith trooper responsible. Devos had no love for the Non-Force Sensitives - even those who had remained loyal to the Dark Lord. They were weak. They were a liability - and this one in particular threatened to cost them everything.
Without a word, the Inquisitor seized hold of Cyrian and threw the Sith Trooper with the Force - pushing him towards the incoming wave of enemy troopers. The man would either die fighting, or be captured and tortured, but Devos didn’t particularly care. Cyrian didn’t have high enough clearance to reveal anything of importance, especially if these were the same people responsible for attacking Mustafar.
Using the opportunity to escape, Devos slinked his way through the facility for a while - carefully dodging patrols and probe droids along the way. Their plan might still work, if Cyrian was a distraction for long enough. He knew where the others would be headed, and poisoning the water supply just might ensure their success.
But Devos would never reach Azar and Kaldar.
Just as the Inquisitor rounded a corner, he was stopped dead in his tracks - eyes going wide behind his mask. His sense of surprise and fear reverberated through the Force - and the surprise would forever be etched into his face. “You-“ The words barely escaped from his lips, before a single blaster bolt pierced through the center of his forehead - killing him instantly. His body would be left to be found some time later, his fate entirely unknown to his remaining allies.
Without any intelligence shared by Kaldar, Cyu would have no idea which direction would lead her towards their objective, or which door would bring her face-to-face with incoming patrols. The blaring klaxons were still audible in the distance, coupled with the heavy trample of bootsteps nearby. She would have mere, precious moments to choose a direction - but the Pureblood would almost certainly do so blind.
Curiously, the Pureblood would find that Ralak didn’t follow her deeper into the facility. In the blink of an eye, the Inquisitor had completely vanished from sight - leaving Cyu to her own devices.
Meanwhile, Kaldar and Azar would continue to find significantly more success and thus lack of resistance along their path - deeper into the base. The schematics provided a clear layout of the enemy fortifications, and abandoning their fellow Sith - cruel or not - kept them largely separated from the commotion caused by Cyrian. In the end, such was the way of the Sith.
While the water purification station wasn’t particularly high priority for trooper security - especially during the current state of high alert - the corridors and hallways leading to the area weren’t entirely devoid of activity. As they approached the door leading into their objective. Just around the corner, Azar and Kaldar would be greeted by a small swarm of viper probe droids - five individual units floating idly infront of the sealed door.
Too many to destroy without an alarm being raised.
It would almost certainly be necessary for someone to distract them away from the door, enabling someone else to slice past the locks. But there was the dilemma, wasn’t it? Kaldar’s decision to abandon Cyu and Cyrian was fresh. Could the Pureblood trust his tentative ally not to do the same again? Could Kaldar trust the Pureblood, when Azar had kept the poison to himself the entire time?
Precious moments ticked by, forcing the pair decide rather quickly.
The situation for Cyrian and Devos only devolved further. The spotlight was secure, but effectively useless. The Inquisitor could guess that his allies had already made it inside the base, and the advantage of their stealth was nothing but a distant memory. It would enough to make his blood boil - attention fixing onto the single, Sith trooper responsible. Devos had no love for the Non-Force Sensitives - even those who had remained loyal to the Dark Lord. They were weak. They were a liability - and this one in particular threatened to cost them everything.
Without a word, the Inquisitor seized hold of Cyrian and threw the Sith Trooper with the Force - pushing him towards the incoming wave of enemy troopers. The man would either die fighting, or be captured and tortured, but Devos didn’t particularly care. Cyrian didn’t have high enough clearance to reveal anything of importance, especially if these were the same people responsible for attacking Mustafar.
Using the opportunity to escape, Devos slinked his way through the facility for a while - carefully dodging patrols and probe droids along the way. Their plan might still work, if Cyrian was a distraction for long enough. He knew where the others would be headed, and poisoning the water supply just might ensure their success.
But Devos would never reach Azar and Kaldar.
Just as the Inquisitor rounded a corner, he was stopped dead in his tracks - eyes going wide behind his mask. His sense of surprise and fear reverberated through the Force - and the surprise would forever be etched into his face. “You-“ The words barely escaped from his lips, before a single blaster bolt pierced through the center of his forehead - killing him instantly. His body would be left to be found some time later, his fate entirely unknown to his remaining allies.
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