Deep Black Sea II: By the Pitiless Stars (sign up or ask)

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint came in a bit and offered Kitt a shoulder to lean on as she shook somewhat and reached out for him. Hopefully she just needed a little support. He didn't want to be carrying a crewmate back to the ship again after all. Maybe he'd get a labor droid and have it follow him when he expected people to get drunk, get in fights, or see blood. Or just all the time. That sounded good too.

"I'm fine." Flint replied, ignoring his scratches on his knuckles and the forming bruises on his back. At this point he was just happy that his throat stuck in a barabel's teeth, so it wasn't hard to forget the other stuff. He took his free hand and rumbled through his pockets before finding his comm.

"This is Flight Officer Michigan comm jammers are down, repeat comm jammers are down. Two casualties along the way." He said, before moving his head around and trying to find name patches. "Signey and Weller by the looks of it."

"Copy that Michigan. Moving with extraction team." A reply came over the comms and Flint looked over at Kitt, taking a deep breath as he did so.

"You want to try pressing ahead or you want back to the ship?"

 

[Azula Tindara]

Jaani stumbled down what seemed to be the longest corridor in the Galaxy. No signs, no junctions, every bulkhead the same as the last damn grey nondescript bulkhead. For a creature who'd spent his life navigating swamps and subterranean lakes, trying to piece together the outlay of the maze-like ship was proving remarkably difficult. If the last sign had been correct he should have been at the point of ingress by now - and yet - no sigh of boarders.

A clatter of boots on metal deck echoed down the corridor ahead of him. Swallowing his pride, the Gungan warrior accelerated, covering the ground quickly with great long strides. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" he called out as he saw several figures cross his corridor and go down a perpendicular branch. Something niggled, a twisting in his guy, but he ignored it.

He rounded the corner and almost ran into the group of men. "Hey dere! You guys know the...oh."

Several blasters whipped around and were pointed at him. They were not the ship's security. Hopefully the Master [member="Jericho"] and Commander [member="Spencer Jacobs"] Jorus had mentioned were on their way.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She steadied herself and pinched the bridge of her nose. A shadow crossed her face. She knew Flint would have to go on alone if she went back to the ship.

He could handle himself. But, if anything were to happen to him...

"I'm good to go." A frown crossed her face as she finally saw the two casualties...really saw them. War hadn't made her jaded. Perhaps it was the cost of being an empath.

Teeth ground in her mouth and she scooped up her blaster. "Go ahead. I'll cover your six."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint grimaced a little as he looked at Kitt. She was in pain, not just physically from the barabel but also emotionally from the ones the Barabel had taken. It seemed Kitt was one of those "Take 'em in alive" type bounty hunters back in the day. And yet she claimed to have taken down a Sith Lord. Flint was never really quite sure whether to be scared or attracted by that fact. Thusfar it'd been both, but mostly the latter. Right now the most permeating feeling he had about her was concern, but she was a tough girl. If she said she would cover him then Flint would trust her to cover him.

"Alright." Flint said, concern evident in his voice but not overbearing or pushy. Disabling tractor beams was next on the agenda. Heading up the corridor he took his first right, figuring they'd be past communications. He might have been hopelessly wrong, but he had to go somewhere. And in an asteroid full of Sith? He couldn't really pick a wrong place to set some charges.