Caught Somewhere In Time

[Lief]

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CAUGHT SOMEWHERE IN TIME​

Distant explosions, and the sounds of blaster fire, roused him from his dreams into a nightmarish reality. All about the ship rocked, knocking anything which was not bolted to a surface to the ground and making for a very disorienting and difficult journey through the civilian passenger liner. Red lights blinked on the walls, accompanied by the whine of alarms and booming voices further down the hall.

A small platoon of guards marched on past, enforcers meant to keep the passengers in line and enact any martial laws necessary in situations such as these. Valin did not know what caused the mayhem, he did not know what was wrong, all he knew was that he was being herded along like cattle with countless others most of whom had only just awoken themselves. Thankfully the boy had fallen asleep in his usual attire, and he hadn't brought much more than a datapad and some credits along with him; how many belongings would those alongside him lose if the ship was evacuated and left for future scavengers?

The boy knew he should have been asking questions, there were various personnel dotted around ushering them further through the ship and no doubt they had received some news themselves, but in the shock he couldn't quite find his voice enough to speak up. Something struck the ship as they neared one of the many dining halls, throwing everyone off balance and knocking many to the ground. For his part Valin was thrust into the wall and managed to use it for support. Others were trampled underfoot as what had originally been a rather organized grouping dissolved into pure chaos.

Val kept himself pressed against that wall, as far from the flow of traffic as he could muster, and waited for them to slow or pass. While he did so his eyes fell upon various signs which hung overhead, used to direct men and women to different decks and locations.

There was an access elevator down to the hangar bay nearby which nobody seemed to be taking advantage of. Perhaps there'd be a vessel of some sort down there, a shuttle used to ferry people between ship and planet, or to restock on supplies. With his mind made up he found a break in the line and leaped back into the flow of bodies; his eyes were fixed upon that elevator, and he pushed through the crowd in order to reach the other side of the corridor.

He felt through the Force, mere feet away from his destination, and pushed the small button which no doubt summoned the elevator cart. Val could feel himself sweating, a mix of adrenaline and nerves coursing through his veins as each second threatened to make him pass by without the doors opening. The boy did not believe in luck, or fate, but as either would have it the elevator doors opened just as he reached it and he threw himself inside. The air was knocked from his lungs when he collided with the floor but he didn't care, he lay there with all the space now afforded to him and felt the cart rock within the shaft as it made its way down to the hangar bay.

Valin was not a claustrophobic person, but even he'd found that corridor much too crowded...

 

[Irilius Tiam]

Maybe this was some sort of commentary by fate about his little "leaves of absence" from Sith Space to preform his own business. But he was not unfamiliar with a dying ship, and unlike the majority of the rabble that was present throughout the vessel he remained rather calm. Making his way down to the hangar in brisk movements: of course, he felt no remorse about getting anyone out of his way if it meant he could make it down more efficiently. Efficiency was very important in situations like this after all.

Irilius didn't need to believe in any sort of luck or fate to survive here, he just needed a ship and a readily available supply of meatshields: and he would have both with ease.

Exiting out into the hangar, he surveyed the gathered crowds: to the best of his ability at least. And thankfully, irilius knew how to find a Sith these days. His time within the Empire had made him incredibly aware of the usual appearance and mannerisms of a Dark Sider. Pointing a finger at Valin, he shouted out.

"You! With me!"

Seems he was back to being a military man.

[member="Valin Seek"]

 

[Lief]

What would [Member='Darth Sibilus'] think when he heard that the ship transporting his Apprentice was evacuated? Would news of it even get out, depending on the circumstances surrounding its abandonment? Would there be any survivors, or would he simply find out when the ship never made it to port?

Now that he was safe within the elevator shaft Valin found his mind racing with all manner of similar questions. Every now and then he felt the ship rock as it was once again struck by kriff knew what, and in the seconds it took to descend to the hangar bay the boy was simply trapped with his thoughts and worries. His adrenaline was beginning to wane, if only because his body was now stationary, so he shakily rose back to his feet and did his best to spur it back on. Shaking his arms, dancing back and forth as though anticipating a punch in the boxing ring, anything other than sitting there helplessly.

The trip didn't take long, but for him it felt like an eternity. Soon the doors opened and he immediately walked out into further chaos. There were raised voices, screams, and blaster fire... What a lovely combination. He inhaled through his nose and did his best to ignore the clamour happening around him. All he had to do was find a ship, and someone to pilot it, and he'd be away from this blasted place. One lone vessel shouldn't really attract the attention of whatever was commandeering the ship, right? A smaller shuttle, or corvette, was nothing compared to the behemoth of a starliner they were traveling upon.

He spied a ship in the distance and was about to make his way toward it when a voice boomed out toward him; the body attached to it was pointed right at him. Valin glanced around himself, then gulped. Really all he wanted to do was get out of here, but he didn't want any trouble and besides - maybe this would be his ticket off the sinking ship.

So he did what was perhaps a rather stupid thing, and followed after the man. If nothing else he was a pillar of calm within the frenzy, and that was worth a lot in situations such as these.

[member="Irilius Tiam"]

 

[Irilius Tiam]

Already Irilius had gathered a small team of people, the military-man was keen in situations like these: he had brought down his fair share of vessels during the much more tumultuous times of his life, never knew when witnesses and former friends needed to be disposed of permanently. Briskly and aggressively moving through the crowd, he looked for the nearest private hanger, taking out his sidearm. The more civilian craft wouldn't do, no, they simply would not.

"Understand I have every intention of making this out alive, and I require you all to share the same sentiment. I need a maintenance toolbox."

Oh Force, this really was taking him back. Maybe doing his fair share of crime would actually pay off, for once...again. As much as he didn't like to admit having such skills, but alas, such was the need for survival.

[member="Valin Seek"]