Escape From Icarus

[Zef Halo]

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PREMISE:
The Icarus, a frigate of the Intergalactic Archaeological Guild, sent out a distress beacon before going silent near the western frontier of Silver Jedi territory. Per standard procedure, the Silvers Navy answered the beacon with the Starlight, a frigate of their own before it, too, went silent. Ranger Intelligence received rumor that the crew of Icarus had unearthed some unidentified 'alien' object.

Thus, the Antarian Rangers sent a small unit of their own to find out the fates of both the Icarus and the Starlight, and the recovery of the alien object. The Rangers find the Starlight destroyed to pieces while the Icarus, with some sustained damage, devoid of life. Boarding the Icarus, the Rangers discover it littered with corpses but no living creature to bear responsibility. As if all had killed each other before the last man standing had pulled the trigger against his own self.

Their mission leads them to the unknown alien object but before they could mount their escape, a One Sith Remnant star destroyer reverts to real space destroying the vessel with which the Ranger unit arrived with, while sending in scores of stormtroopers of their own to capture the unknown alien object.

With all odds against them and with no means of communicating to Silver Jedi space for reinforcements, the Rangers have to find a way out alive and with the object or die overwhelmed by One Sith Remnant forces. Little did they know that the alien object had a dark power of its own - driving people into a frenzy against each other...

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Stuck in a conference room aboard a ghost ship was the last thing Amon imagined could happen on this supposedly run-of-the-mill mission. They had barricaded themselves within and for now were able to push back any onslaught of the One Sith stormtroopers but time was running out. It wouldn't be too long before the stormtroopers overwhelmed them with sheer numbers.

The Mandalorian's helmet was set on the conference table from where a holographic blueprint of the Icarus was emitted powered by a reserve power cell from one of the soldiers. His hands leaned on the table as he mused over their options.

"With the power down across the ship, we won't be able to use turbolfits but neither would they be able to. If I was them, I'd first cut off our most sensible escape point here." Amon pointed at the hangar bay of the Icarus. "If we reach the hangar, it is bound to be well protected and a head-on strike would probably be futile."

He gave a cold look at the alien object before turning his glare on the holoprojection.


Ooc/

Stuck in a ghost ship (the Icarus) with an alien object which the Sith Remnant wants and has sent scores of stormies to get from our corpses.
Odds are against us.
The alien object randomly throws people into a frenzy turning them against their own allies.
We have to escape.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Oh he knew EXACTLY why he was 'volunteered' for this mission. Sure, right, he was in the One Sith at one time. Sure, he was one of their commandos, at one time. Sure, he had been aboard one of their ships, sure, at one time. What they wanted was a person with an understanding of the layout of their ships-

Which Tulan had no idea about.

But, now barricaded in the room, with only six magazines for his RS16, two for his backup disruptor (he hadn't told them about taking that), brass knuckles, a knife- he wasn't too sure about his chances. Tulan sniffed, glancing around.

"If they got enough guys they'll keep coming until they're all dead or we are."

He spoke from experience.

He pulled the bolt back slightly on his rifle to check the magazine still in the weapon. Half-way full, emptied the rest into the Sith trooper's chests as he went in here. The rifle could punch through their armor in one go. Came in handy. Stormtrooper armor was good against blasters. Not so much anything else.

"They'll come in waves, pushing from all angles until they can just pressure us. They have the ass to do so, we don't. We can't stay here. We need to start getting mobile."

Tulan needed to think- was there anything about these old ships that he could remember?

He remembered where the female crew stayed at, that was about it.

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[Tulan Kor]

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Oh he knew EXACTLY why he was 'volunteered' for this mission. Sure, right, he was in the One Sith at one time. Sure, he was one of their commandos, at one time. Sure, he had been aboard one of their ships, sure, at one time. What they wanted was a person with an understanding of the layout of their ships-

Which Tulan had no idea about.

But, now barricaded in the room, with only six magazines for his RS16, two for his backup disruptor (he hadn't told them about taking that), brass knuckles, a knife- he wasn't too sure about his chances. Tulan sniffed, glancing around.

"If they got enough guys they'll keep coming until they're all dead or we are."

He spoke from experience.

He pulled the bolt back slightly on his rifle to check the magazine still in the weapon. Half-way full, emptied the rest into the Sith trooper's chests as he went in here. The rifle could punch through their armor in one go. Came in handy. Stormtrooper armor was good against blasters. Not so much anything else.

"They'll come in waves, pushing from all angles until they can just pressure us. They have the ass to do so, we don't. We can't stay here. We need to start getting mobile."

Tulan needed to think- was there anything about these old ships that he could remember?

He remembered where the female crew stayed at, that was about it.

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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Walking towards the table she looked over the blueprint, eyes narrowing at it as amon pointed out that she hangar wouldnt be the best escape. Stardust had to agree now doubt it was crawling with the heaviest concentration of stormies

theres some maintenance ports that lead to the outside, my best guess is they wont be expecting someone moving along them. Course could use the maintenance corridors to get around them and to the bridge maybe possibly get a signal out call the fleet?

It was a idea at least, something they needed, glancing to the object she felt uneasy just looking at it, then again maybe it was just her nerves



[member="Amon Vizsla"]

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

He'd gotten a couple missions under his belt, and he'd taken lives for the first time in his life. Only a year ago he'd been back home, living in peace on his homeworld dreaming to see the galaxy and to see battle first-hand. Seemed so long ago already, even when taking into account his weekly contact with his folks. Yet here he was, doing some quick maintenance on his rifle while the officers and NCO's mulled over the best way out of the mess they found themselves in. They weren't even a full company, barely more than a single squad of Rangers and with no chance of reinforcements in time to be of help. By the time the nearest Ranger stronghold learned of their vessel's destruction it would still take many hours before the fleet arrives.

They were deep within the derelict ship, surrounded by Sith troopers scouring the tight quarters. As far as Thirdas was concerned, they could either bunker themselves in and wait to be found, or venture out in search of a way out. Not really much of a choice, come to think of it.

"Lieutenant, sir," he rose from where he sat, having completed his self-imposed task. "What about escape pods? They would not put them all in the hangar, so far from living quarters and work stations. They'd be scattered about for easy access in case of an emergency, would they not? From the looks of it not one of these poor sods made it off the ship, so there should be plenty."

It was up the LT which course to take, of course. And Thirdas shall follow.

[member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]​

 

[Allura Kahli]

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Back against the wall where she could see everyone, Captain Allura Kahli casually flipped a kukri in the air in one hand. She listened as the other Rangers laid out ideas. All the while she was trying to envision a way out of the cluster they found themselves in.

Just how in a Hutt's Slime Bowl did they manage to end up like this anyway? They barely managed to hole up in a death trap, with the enemy kept at bay as their ammunition ran dry. it was ridiculous. Outrageous. Insulting. The Umbaran's features had taken on a decidedly sharp, angular look to them in the shadows. Her eyes glowed, rarely blinking as the indignity of being cornered weighed upon her. Assassins didn't get cornered; because if they did they tended to end up dead.

"Only way that works is if you take their ship out," Kahli finally spoke up after Thirdas recommended using escape pods. "We could get to the engine room, rig it to explode. Get their ship to move in if we're lucky." Lucky. Lucky? If she didn't feel like slitting a thousand throats with her blade in that moment she might have laughed at her own joke. The idea was as outrageous as all those before it -- launch the pods, hope the enemy ship took the short path by this floating coffin, and went up in a giant explosion that hopefully didn't take the pods with it. Assuming the engines would start in the first place.

As Captain she could take command, but the Lieutenant did a fair enough job at that. Besides, the assassin -- Black Ops as the Jedi command liked to call her -- preferred not having people constantly needing her leadership, and these Rangers shared the LT's chain of command. Being a lone wolf was more her thing; or it had been before joining the Jedi. Obviously the smartest choice she'd made since it ended up with her with these lavish accommodations. For some reason she felt surprising tense. Perhaps even on edge. All this sitting around waiting for the enemy to come to them must have been getting under her skin.

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[Zef Halo]

Amon looked at each one of them as they spoke and shared their ideas. After which a dense silence fell upon the conference room. The Mandalorian laid his eyes on his helmet sitting on the table before the holo-blueprints as if carried the answers to this quite fatal 'riddle'. He shifted his gaze upon the alien object next to his helmet and a sudden urge to slit the throats of his comrades seemed as the best idea to go with.

Huh?

He frowned and shook the thought away. Bizarre.

"The maintenace corridors can provide us some form of temporary cover as we move to a destination. They will quickly figure that out and shove us out." Amon stated but agreed that it was currently their best bet to get out of the conference's frying pan. Thirdas made a good point but so did Allura. There wasn't much they could do with escaping with the pods into deep space. The Sith would tractor beam them and game over. Rigging the engines to explode would be a good idea if they could've brought the Sith vessel near but from a strategic point of view - there was no chance the naval officer would move in closer when boarders were already suffocating the heavily outnumbered Ranger unit. Amon did not bother to voice all that.

"We'll take the maintenance corridors out of this and think on the way. Sergeant Kor is right - we can't stay here."

He abruptly picked up his helmet and hooked the object to his utility bet. The helmet came down on his head and he headed out towards a rather short door to the side which would lead them into the maze of the maintenance corridors.

"Sergeant, you have had experience with the One Sith." Amon noted coldly, as usual. "How long approximately will it take them to split up and cover all the key areas we might find necessary for a potential escape - hangar, bridge, engineering bay, reactors...?" If their timing was right, perhaps they could split up and play on their strengths. Especially on the strength of their most subtle individual of the group - Captain Kahli.

The door slid open and Amon lead the way leaving the dimly lit conference room behind to the company of the dead.

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[H3xle]

SQUAD: Capt. [member="allura kahli"] | 1LT. [member="amon vizsla"] | Sgt. [member="tulan kor"] | Pvt. [member="thirdas heavenshield"] | Master [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]
OBJECTIVE: Stay Alive/Escape the Icarus


Vera had stayed quiet during the exchange, starships weren't her area of expertise, so she didn't know what might have been a good idea or a bad idea off the bat. She listened, though, as she took a quick draw on the tube in her helmet that attached to the small water bladder in her armor. She knew that the small corridors wouldn't be an issue for her, they were enough like the alleyways of the Sub levels on Coruscant.

"Sergeant, you have had experience with the One Sith." Amon noted coldly, as usual. "How long approximately will it take them to split up and cover all the key areas we might find necessary for a potential escape - hangar, bridge, engineering bay, reactors...?"

"Sir, we could try to trick them. Set a remote connect to a terminal somewhere, like the bridge or hangar, have it do something that might make sense like start the engines to get away or prep the hangar for decompression. Might draw the stormies that way or split them up." She said into the brief silence that followed their beginning to move. She had more, but didn't know if it made any sense. Subdue a stormtrooper, take their comm gear to keep an ear on them, and try to work their way to whatever brought them over. Set the pods to all eject in some random sequence, and use the confusion to essentially pirate their shuttle to get out of here if possible. It made sense to her, but she was an expert in urban operations, not marine actions. She very well could be overlooking an obvious flaw in her plan, and she wasn't comfortable enough to make mistakes willy nilly.

She took her position as rear guard, stepping backwards in a slight crouch while her heads up display let her keep the proper distance from the rest of the squad.

 

[Tulan Kor]

Ah, yes. That was inevitable to come up.

Oh you must know exactly what's going to happen because you were in the One Sith!

The One Sith, with a total homogeneous military doctrine, oh hey-

Tulan, you were there at ALL OF THE STORMTROOPER UNITS-

"These assholes? Who knows."

Better to die with the truth. But Tulan had a thought. He glanced around, then looked out. What did he know about their ships..intruder protocols. Checkpoints. Things that maintenance corridors would have during a lockdown. Especially after this long. If they got trapped in there- fish in a barrel.

But- if the roles were reversed...

"Or we go attack them instead. Push to a better position. They won't be expecting that."

[member="Vera Cooper"] l [member="Amon Vizsla"] l [member="Allura Kahli"] l [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Tulan Kor"] [member="Vera Cooper"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Allura Kahli"] [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]

Stardust put her helmet on, letting a breath out as she began to follow ans checked her corners before glancing to the sergeant as he spoke

hes got a point sir, their expecting us to hide and run try and get around, they wouldnt be expecting a attack head on...maybe if we can secure the hangar we can set up a hold point till help arrives?

If help would even arrive, could be they could jack a landing shuttle...glancing towards the object she shivered...serious bad vibes from that orb

and I'm all for knocking buckets around

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Captain Kahli's words were blunt, but truthful. No doubt if they attempted to use the escape pods their ship would not hesitate to either intercept or open fire. The situation grew more dire by the moment, as in time the patrols would eventually come across the room they were holed up inside. It made Thirdas uneasy, knowing he was slowly getting surrounded and awaiting his own doom.

All were giving their own input and suggestions to the LT, yet what the man said next regarding Sergeant Kor made Thirdas perk up. By the sound of it Tulan once served the Sith himself before deserting to the Silver Jedi. Captured in battle, perhaps? Whatever the case, it explained the man's actions back on Cyborrea, gunning down anyone that could pose a threat with indiscriminate, blood-soaked fury. But it certainly did not excuse them in Thirdas' eyes. Still, the man had shown unflinching loyalty to the Rangers thus far, and far be it for Thirdas to speak ill of a superior officer. All he knew was he would never stoop to such needless brutality.

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he was about to speak up when suddenly there were heavy footsteps coming from the floor above. Or was it below? The room went deathly quiet as they listened to hushed, indistinguishable voices, and remained so for a good minute until the footsteps faded entirely.

"Lieutenant, Captain," he approached the two. "In my opinion, this room is no safer than out there. Might as well try our luck at getting out of here now rather than stay here and rot, whichever tactics we choose--"

All of a sudden he was struck with a fierce pounding in his head, like his brain was about to shatter. Then it was gone. "Uhn, sorry sir. I don't know what just happened..."

[member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Vera Cooper"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]​

 

[Allura Kahli]

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The kukri was cradled securely in Kahli's hand. The Umbaran had stopped giving it a light toss. Bright, pale eyes stared lidlessly out among the group. Stuck there in that room wasn't bothersome -- it was infuriating. What good was an assassin that sat back and listen to people talk? What good were they anyway? They'd be put to better use strapped to the table for her to cut them open. She could smell and taste and hear it now. There was no need to sit and wait to die, when she could give them a proper death right here. Right now.

A rare smile spread across her lips as the Captain seemed to stare into the void.

Vizsla's command to move out drew an ever so slight shift in her gaze. Oh, were they leaving? Perhaps... perhaps she shouldn't kill them yet. Perhaps. Her fingers tightened about the grip of her weapon, however. Just perhaps.

"Keep me apprised of your position," the Captain broadcasted as she stepped out of the room with the rest of them. However, soon as they passed into the dark the stealth field enveloped the black uniformed woman, seemingly erasing her from existence. "I'll scout the corridors. Make sure it's safe."

Yes. Yes, she would make sure Troopers didn't check the maintenance tunnels. Make sure "friendlies" could emerge unharassed. That was what she would do. Not butcher the first living creature she saw with the kukri in her hand. No. No, that would be improper conduct for a Jedi-aligned operative wouldn't it? Now that brought an unseen grin to her face. Just how wrong it was made it so much the better. That's what an assassin was for, was it not? It's why she was there.

The object didn't even register in the Umbaran's thoughts. That it might be influencing her urges never crossed her mind. Just the desire to do what she did well. And since the Rangers were giving her a convenient way to indulge herself... Though Kahli's eyes did linger on Vera for a moment. Last in the group. Rear guard. Take them out how long before anyone noticed? How many could she kill before the first one turned? Perhaps.

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[Zef Halo]

The Mandalorian carefully analysed all the thoughts given by his fellow Rangers. Good ideas in general but as anything in the galaxy - nothing was perfect. Everything had its drawback and he had to ascertain the risk associated with each plan. The majority seemed inclined in striking head on. It carried the advantage of surprise on their side, true. But he also couldn't disregard Cooper's suggestion - draw their forces away.

So why not both?

"We'll strike them at the hangar. They are bound to have shuttles there we can hijack." Amon stated as the group moved silently through the maintenance corridors. He gave an affirmative nod at the intelligence captain. She always seemed to favor her own, rather lone wolf methods and Amon neither had the rank to dispute nor any tactical argument to counter her decision with. Without glancing at those behind him, he continued. "Any way we can split their forces remotely, Cooper? If we split into a diversion and a strike team the whole plan turn into a catastrophe."

Just as he uttered his words, a grim silence fell between the Rangers. A hideous and corrupting taste in the air lingered. A taste which did not belong naturally on this ship. And just like that with a snap, Amon's eyes turned blood red with the veins on his face growing far more visible than normal. A thirst for blood called and the Darksaber snapped to life aiming to slice Sergeant Kor into two pieces.

The object nearly unnoticeable radiated in red on his belt.

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[Tulan Kor]

Uh oh.


That kid and his big black flashlight of death or whatever sprang to life. Tulan was a little guy, Amon was a big guy. A big guy with a big laser sword. Not exactly the ideal situation, especially given the fact that they were now on a stranded death ship that was already pretty scary, on top of being chased down by people he might have served alongside with.

He barely had time to react- and the first thing he could do was drop his rifle. The blade sliced it clean in half at the barrel. Tulan barely managed to put his hands around the wrist of Amon. Sure, Tulan was a little guy, and he was mad, and he was angry. But this guy was a lot bigger than he was, and he was bearing down on him the only way a pissed off dumb dumb Mandalorian with a laser sword could.

"You son of a queen I'm on your side!"

Figuring him to be under some sort of... episode. Tulan did what all good friends did to each other when they needed a mental correction.

He kneed his friend right in the crotch as hard as he possibly could.

[member="Amon Vizsla"] l [member="Allura Kahli"] l [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] l [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] l [member="Vera Cooper"]​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Making their way through the cramped corridors, Thirdas followed closely behind the LT while Sarge took the lead. Regardless of where they'd end up, or in what condition, it felt better to be on the move rather than hole up in some cafeteria waiting for the inevitable. His Valkyri spirit required him to face possible death on his own terms in order to enter Beornskald. Besides, it was the tactically sound choice to at least give it a go.

There was a heavy silence within the party of soldiers inching their way through the desolate vessel, occasionally stopping to listen for the echo of footsteps belonging to the enemy in adjacent corridors. Every intersection provided a possible ambush or straight-up walking into an enemy patrol, and they had to be careful not to make any noise themselves to avoid getting hunted down. The bout of headache from before yet persisted as a source of annoyance and frustration, for it would not go away but rather sit at the back of his mind like a festering wound. His jaw seemed to be at a constant clench, fighting the urge to act on his frustrations. Keeping focused on their current predicament and staying in the moment appeared to work somewhat, at least.

But then the unexpected happened when all of a sudden his CO drew his weapon on the Sergeant, though only managed to slice through the barrel of the man's rifle. Tulan of course reacted with a big "what the eff", as likely anyone would in his shoes, his loud voice echoing down the corridor. Thirdas lunged forward to wrap his arms around the Lieutenant, bear-hugging him from behind in an attempt to keep him from taking a second swing. He was greatly aided by the Sergeant kneeing Amon in the crotch in retaliation, likely knocking more than a little air out of his chest, so to speak.

"We have. To keep. Quiet," he uttered through gritted teeth while wrestling Amon, knocking his right side into the wall to make him relinquish the darksaber. "Come on, Lieutenant, we need you if we're gonna make it out of this. We're your brothers, remember?" Not knowing exactly what had caused this violent outburst, he guessed it had something to do with his sudden headache. "Someone take his weapons."

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[Allura Kahli]

Her shoulders heaved as she practically gulped every breath of air down. An unsteady smile trembled across the Umbaran's lips as her pale eyes beheld the sheen of blood in the dark that coated her hands and her blade. It felt so much better to be out here slaughtering the enemy instead of sitting in a room talking. Talking. So much talking. It's all the Jedi did was talk. Infected every branch of their organization with talking. Fools. You didn't talk to the enemy, you butchered them. Beat them with their own severed limbs! To be out here, free from discussing how to act when it was all so clear was divine.

A bright light suddenly shone upon her blood stained figure. It was a fleeting visage as she darted down a nearby hallway just as soon as the light struck her. When the two troopers rushed forth to follow, their light flicked down an empty hallway bereft of their quarry. Laughter then echoed from some unforeseen place all around them.

One of them started to call it in. A metallic clang gave them a second to look down before the junction was filled with the kiss of flame and the roar of thunder.

"Have you ever seen a man exposed to the vacuum of space?" Kahli asked across their communication channel. "You don't die from freezing to death. That would be too quick, and nature is nothing if not brutal."

The assassin picked up on her trek through the corridors after her explosive meeting. "I'm going to pay our friends a visit," the Umbaran added before closing the channel again.

Whether they were safe or had decided on some other action hadn't even crossed the Captain's mind. There was a deep seated need to kill everyone on board. It had been a mere release the first time; but with every one that had fallen she only felt less and less satisfied with the way things were. Obviously the universe needed correcting. Kahli would be the one to correct it. Starting with one, little ship. Then its neighbor. Perhaps a nearby planet next. It didn't matter how it sounded, she wasn't thinking about the logistics or the purpose of anything she did.

Though her thoughts did turn to the lovely little field generators that separated a hanger from the ravenous hunger of space. It would be a shame if anything happened to them. No small feat, but imagine the looks on their faces. It brought a smile to an Umbaran's cold lips.

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[Rupert Kingswood]

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All of his recent thoughts quickly faded away as he watched the encounter between the LT and Sergeant unfold. The most recent events he couldn't recall as his headache would still linger. The LT looked like he was corrupted. Rupert stayed where he was though, he wouldn't risk messing everything up.

"Someone take his weapons."

Rupert looked at the Private and followed his command, taking the Darksaber the LT wielded after struggling to take it out of his hands. His grip was strong, but Rupert's was stronger. He backed up a few inches away from the LT to make sure he wouldn't get his chance at grabbing the weapon once again. Rupert looked around the CO's body for anymore weapons he might've missed. He saw a red glow coming from his belt. The artifact. If anything had to be connected to his outburst of rage, it was that thing. Rupert leaned his body forward, still keeping his distance from the LT and grabbed the artifact after unclipping it from his belt, the red tint glowing off of his helmet. Rupert cleared his throat and spoke softly as they still had to remain quiet.

"The artifact. It has to be related to the LT's behavior. For now, let's keep it away from him, let him regain his psyche, eh?"

[member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Vera Cooper"]​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust nodded, honestly couldnt wait to see the stormies run as they attacked them from both ways. Certainly would make them stumble maybe even enough for this small group to get a foot in the door to get out

Suddenly amon started attacking! Stardust turned immediately seeing that dark saber as she drew a saber and activated it pushed past with one hand. If one could block it, it was stardust. However they seemed to start getting him under control, so stardust reached her hands out for that dark saber and used the force to start pulling it towards herself to disarm him.

the hell amon!

Rupert spoke, stardust looked to the object and nodded, holding her hand out

I'll go ahead and take it, who wants to get the LT and carry him ?

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[Zef Halo]

The black curtain before his eyes disappeared and Amon found himself held tight by the grips of his strong, fellow comrades. Pain ran through his crotch for some reason. His conscious reappearing to reality felt like a drowner's first draw of breath. He gasped and slipped from the Rangers' grips like a snake. Eyes caught the hilt of the Vizsla heilroom and instinctively his hand reached for it snatching it away from the corporal. The world around him spun and before Amon could make any sense of what had just happened or what was happening blaster fire erupted from the corner of the corridor up ahead.

He barely registered the voice of the Captain through his comms. As a matter of fact he only sought to escape the confines of his armor and helmet. The Mandalorian wanted to flee this coffin, flee the Silvers and get back into the home that was his beskar'gam. But the 'gam was nowhere to be found. Left behind a year ago with the Vizsla fleet. Amon muttered something in Mando'a that only he could understand before an orb lobbed from the Sith exploded right before them.

The One Sith were taking no hostages today.

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Rupert Kingswood"] [member="Allura Kahli"] [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] [member="Tulan Kor"]​