Private A storm in the sky

[Choli Vyn]

Interacting with: Trextan Voidstalker

Choli had heard the quip, but at least the boarding helm she wore managed to hide the ruddy tint that followed grow over her face.

No time to think on that.

She crouched beside Trix, eyes narrowing at the flickering schematic on the datapad. The blast door's thick durasteel frame reflected the faint blue glow of emergency lights, casting long shadows down the corridor. It felt wrong -- too quiet, too staged. She'd seen enough ambushes to recognize the signs, but hesitation got people killed just as fast as walking into one.

She thumbed the strap of her sonic blaster, gaze flicking to Trextan.

"Straight through's exactly what they want," Choli muttered, scanning the bulkheads, the vents, anywhere a droid could be tucked away. "If we route around, we lose time. But if we bull our way in, we're boxed in with no cover."

She clicked her tongue against her teeth, weighing options. Blast it all, the mission was to get to the vault before the Ren locked it down.

"Alright," she decided, standing. "We split. Trix, Brassycc, take the flank --silent as you can. Trextan, you're with me. We punch through fast, hard. If it's a trap, we're springing it on our terms."

She didn't wait for agreement. Just shot Trextan a look sharp enough to slice through durasteel. "Ready?"

The tension coiled in her chest wasn't just about the mission, but she shoved that aside. Focus. Get it done.

Her hand hovered over the control panel, then slammed the override. The blast door hissed open.

"Move!"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Ready?"

Trextan gave a sharp nod.

He had an odd sense of calm in moments like these. That hadn't always been the case. His first experience of a battlefield had seen him crawling through the mud and screaming for help.

Saving Choli and Tiny had taken him too far in the other direction. His determination had changed to cold anger. He couldn't let something like that control him.

Lightsaber in one hand, handcannon in the other, he went through first.

A warning ripples through the Force. In the darkness, he made out the shape of a turret rising from the ground ahead of them.

Trextan called out a warning and lifted his lightsaber into a guard position. The lights flickered on.

"Shi..."

The boxy turret pointed an array of dark slits towards them. He reached out with the Force and tried to crush the fletchette launcher. It was a large enough array that he would never block them with his lightsaber.

A soft hiss sounded at the same time as metal cried out at being assaulted. Trextan lashed out.

"Oh dear..."

Trextan stumbled back. He bolstered his blaster and reached for the sharp of metal sticking out of his suit. He yanked it free. The last centimeters of jagged metal was coated in blood.

"...not...poisoned..." he hissed through clenched teeth.