The guards were too busy keeping everyone calm whilst the few officers that were left in the hall were busy working on a plan. "We are. Now, if you don't mind. We are busy." And that was it, they wouldn't listen to anything else, they were at work. Security guards weren't always push overs, one of the officers was already messing with a secure control panel, trying to use some inventive engineering to open the door when..
"GRAAAAH!" A electric shock exploded through his body and the officer fell of his back, his body going into a fit as he cried out in pain.
OH, AND WE AREN'T AMATEURS. SO, DON'T TRY ANYTHING STUPID? HMMM? WE'VE QUITE THE VARIETY HERE! MANDALORIAN, TRANDOSHAN, BITH..FOR SOME REASON OH AND HIGHLY TRAINED TERRORISTS, JUST SIT BACK AND LET IT HAPPEN. IT WILL ALL BE OVER SOON, YOU HAVE MY WORD...
This time it had only been communications, not using the screens. They must have been on the move, the guards were probably all dead. This was also more than likely an inside job, however Jaryn would allow this to simple be another optional explanation for this hostile takeover for the time being. For now, he moved away from the crowd towards one of the doors nobody was near. Where did it lead? Reading the sign he could see it lead to the departures lounge, which therefore led to the exit. However, he was sure there would be terrorists in between him and them.
So, first things first. Jaryn looked around quickly making sure nobody was watching, luckily nobody was watching. Jaryn discretely removed his saber from his belt, hidden behind a cloak. He liked using the red and blue in coherent ass-kicking, but right now the red one usually cut through shield doors better. He didn't know why though. Activating the blade in his right hand, he pulled the hilt back into himself and plunged the saber into the shield door. Sparks blew off in every direction, and within a few seconds the shield deactivated. But he'd only have a few moments, deactivating the saber he placed it back on his belt. 3 seconds, then he took out his plasma torch and activated it, the hissing of the yellow plasma almost caused him to wince as he did what he supposed you were meant to do with such a weapon as he had never been properly instructed on how to use such a weapon, he slammed the plasma into the door unlock that spinned and twisted to open, however it only half opened. Anyone considerably larger or less athletic wouldn't be quite so able to fit through, not that it would be a problem either way, but the door shut tighter and would likely never reopen properly again. However, a small gap was left for onlookers. But, the shield door reactivated. Therefore, sealing the door shut for a prolonged period of time. If anyone else intended on getting out, they'd have to use a different door, or blow the door off its hypothetical hinges entirely.
He didn't need a lightsaber, not yet. No need to become such a disruptance, for now all he needed was his brain and his body. This was one of those times all those months of physically training his body came in handy. He could sense several armed terrorists ahead, one was large and the other two were of average height. Jaryn was able to get one glimpse of the soldiers from behind the reception desk, they were heavily armed. What they were wearing...it was familiar, it looked like Republic Commando Gear? Ex-Republic Commando's? This suddenly became worse. He would be up against his own, and he had no way of communicating that. Being speech-impaired was a pain sometimes, he would have to try and keep them alive. Now he remembered, there were sith in the departure halls. They'd give anything to kill some Commando's he'd be fighting Sith and Commando. Jaryn always wanted to be completely screwed over, anyhow. He had to make it work.
Only now did he notice one of the Commando's had come over to check the door, these guys were keeping him on his toe's. He couldn't hide from them both beside a desk, he'd have to take them down quickly as they had the advantage in number and position. However, he doubted they were expecting a force user. Jaryn was running out of time, and decided to act.
Jaryn entered a calm state, leaping out from behind the table in a flash of motion; his feet landing firmly on the other side he raised his hands in the air, clutching both of the Commando's beside one another in giant fists of force energy and slamming them into each other, less than likely to knock them out. But to stagger them at least for a moment, then to dodge the returning plasma fire from the larger Commando's rifle that had checked the door, Jaryn dropped down onto the floor, his legs sliding along the tiles smoothly like a dancer and then unleashing a force imbued kick into the desk which in turn sent said desk flying into the Commando, slamming him into the door and likely locking him in place, he grunted and his upper half fell flat on the desk. However, he was tough, Commando's were tough. He wasn't out, not yet. The other two soldiers were getting up now, likely use to this abuse from Sith invaders. Their resolve was unmatched, even by mandalorian standards. However, even if they were some of his own men. Likely fought beside on coruscant, he couldn't give them any mercy. He drew on his force energy and threw the first of the two to ready his rifle, slamming his into a desk and sending him hurdling over it into the wall, his back slamming into the glass of the windows, a crack forming in it formation. However, the other was already to his feet and ready to fire and whilst Jaryn had no time to go for any of his weapons, he used the force to swing the weapon that the previous Commando he had thrown dropped into the unsuspecting Commando's face. Then, as now he had the time to do so he took his modified blaster from its sling on his back and began to slam the Commando with stun rounds, the rounds firing off and slamming into his head in succession.
The first two were down, however the third behind the desk at the door was reaching for his pistol. However, he would not have the chance to do so. Jaryn placed his own rifle back into its sling, and proceeded to allow his expertise in telekinesis do the work. First, pulling the upper half of the Commando's body upward and then slamming it into the desk, that didn't take him out. He then repeated the sequence once too many times and too hard that he accidentally slammed the commando's head into the door and took his out cold completely, though it still did what he had hoped for. Three down, three safe. Who knew how many more to go. Jaryn had to keep moving, but he had to keep an eye out for surveillance camera's. The security area was obviously were they were working from, and it was in a completely different area of the air port. It would be a long way there, but at least he had a head start on the possible Sith behind him.
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