From Within[SSC VS Saeva]

[Subject 37]

Malachor V
Cell 104
[member="Laguz Vald"]

"This scum has killed hundreds, maybe thousands, let him rot in the cell for a bit."

The voice of one of the guards rang out ahead of them, shrouded slightly in darkness save for the slight light that came from the HUD inside of his helmet. Kiran watched him in a sort of stoic silence, his hands bound by tight metal cuffs, his fingers curled into fists. He looked as though he had been within this cell for weeks, perhaps month, though in truth the Zeltron Commander of Saeva Incorporated had only occupied his current space for about three days.

His capture had been...eventful. Several of the Silver Sanctum's Jedi having caught him on Lianna during an arms deal.

They had been surprisingly uppity in their assault, three of them attacking at the same time. He had fought them well, at least by his own standards, but alas his age was getting to him and eventually the young Jedi Knights got the better of him. The result? His stint in this prison and the weapons he had been carrying confiscated. It had been a crate of rifles and several dozen grenade containers, quite valuable.

Saeva usually wasn't in the business of arms dealing, but it had been a set up for a later job, one that worked out pretty well in the end. He smiled slightly as the guard looked in on him, his pearly white teeth shining slightly as a flashlight was shone in on him. "Don't worry lads. I won't kill you when I get out."

The guard laughed, shaking his head and walking away.

As far as prisons went this one honestly wasn't too bad. From what he had seen on his way in it was located beneath the grounds of a Temple, though he hadn't seen what planet they were on. He supposed that would be an obstacle later, but he doubted that it would be too much of a bother. The real thorn in his side was the wonder of what was taking so long, his partner should have set herself loose on the first day, not the third.

Briefly he wondered if she had gotten stuck.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[member="Kiran Vess"]


There were only so many top-tier mercenaries in the Galaxy. Most, if not all, held a contract with Saeva Inc. in some way, shape or form. It was not a coincidence.

The equipment and pay were the best around. The dental was just a cherry on the top of a cake laden with guns, explosives, and experimental tech decades ahead of the trailing rivals. All associates were reliable, consummate professionals in their fields, and even for solo players like Laguz, cooperation with these people was a joy.

Except when you had to turn into a big frakking rifle to get smuggled into a hi-sec prison on a dead planet and then archived by incompetents.

For the first few hours after xir box had been checked in, the merc bided xir time. There was still commotion outside, with throngs of guards running up and down the corridors. Xe supposed they rarely had reason to be this excited, so far out there. Malachor V wasn’t exactly a top tourist spot.

Laguz wasn’t even sure if it was on the map. Not the regular ones, probably.

Xir reasoning for the nap had been that xe’d need energy later. Pretending to be an inanimate object was difficult in itself, but anything with a sniper rifle’s level of detail and complexity was positively draining. The only reason xe hadn’t reverted back halfway to the prison was because Laguz was inordinately familiar with a sniper rifle’s build. Intimately, even.

When xe woke – xir wrist pad noted three hours later – the merc valiantly went to enact their plan. Only the damn lid wouldn’t budge. Xe’d tried. Xe’d pushed, pulled, rattled, shook, and everything else in-between.

A brief conversation by two guards the next day revealed that there was a box of confiscated explosives on top of xem. Of course.

Granted, Laguz could’ve morphed into something bigger. But that’d leave evidence, and that was the last thing they needed. It would also be loud, and then guards would be on xir ass before xe got five meters out the door.

In short, it was out of the question.

The only reason xe didn’t croak of dehydration in the next days was because xe wasn’t green. Xe wasn’t new to this type of work, and xe certainly wasn’t new to shifting. Ashamed as xe was to admit it even to xemself, Laguz had gotten stuck before.

Since then, xe always carried a few tubes of liquid inside xem for cases such as these.

On the third day, there was light.

Actually, first there was laughter, then some banter, and then light.

A pair of male hands reached inside the box, hefting the merc up.

“Frak, this is heavy!”

“What’d you expect, Mran? It’s an anti-materiel.” The source of the other voice was a squat Quarren standing in the doorway.

“A what?” Xir manhandler stopped turning xem around in his hands and looked up.

“An anti-materiel sniper rifle, Mran. We used something similar in the military.” The Quarren shook his tentacled head. “It’d punch a hole through your shoulder. You can barely handle the heavier blasters.”

“I’m not gonna shoot it, Lissod. I just wanted to look at it.” The human put xem down on a nearby crate and walked over to the other guard. “Tela from level one was drooling over that thing when we brought it in. I figured, you know…”

“What? You can’t check out evidence without the Warden’s permission, Mran.”

“Oh, come on, man! I won’t even be an hour!”

“No. Put it ba— what the hell?”

The Quarrian pushed past Mran and bent over the rifle, eyes narrowed. “Damn it, Kay. Damn it!”
He whipped around. “Thought you’d grab that powercell while I wasn’t looking, did you? Make some cash on the side?”

Voice rising, Lissod grabbed a stuttering Mran by the collar and dragged him out of the room.

The anti-materiel rifle yawned again, and its gaping magazine stretched wide. It slid off the crate a moment later, surreptitious-like. As it crawled along on the floor, the gun steadily began melting away, sleek lines morphing into the shape of a box. The box then climbed up in the back, gunning for the grates of the ventilation system with patient persistence.

When Evidence Keeper Olim Lissod returned, there was no powerpack, and there was no rifle either.

“Frak.”

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

This wasn't the first time he had been in prison, hell this wasn't even his tenth time. Most of his youth had been spent in and out of jail. He'd run scams on Zeltros with a local street gang, the police always caught them at least once a month or so, and every time they'd be thrown in jail. Of course they would really only stay there for a night or two, mostly because no one actually cared to watch a bunch of stupid kid's while they were in prison. Of course every single time they were released Kiran and his friends would just go back to doing exactly what they had been. The cycle had been an interesting one, and a fun one, though it had eventually been broken by Kiran leaving Zeltros for greener pastures.

Still, jail was not unfamiliar to him.

Though he supposed that this was more of a prison.

In truth Kiran had always expected to end up in a place like this no matter what. With the Sons of Titan's he'd committed plenty of crimes on a dozen worlds, burning villages and...removing entire families simply for the sake of corporate expansion. With Saeva he'd committed and ordered actual warcrimes that most would have balked at and in his own time he'd robbed a casino and dealt out more death then most assassins. Prison had always been an expectation for him, and even though he'd planned this, a part of him felt almost as though if it were...fate.

Although, then again, he'd never really cared much about fate...or destiny...or anything like that.

A shrug rolled over his shoulders and he stood up. "WHERE THE KARK ARE YOU?"

His voice rang out through the hall in front of him, echoing loudly through the prison and bouncing off the wall over and over again.

Kiran was getting restless.

 

[Laguz Vald]

“Relax,” drawled a voice from above.

It was a quiet drawl, lost to all but Kiran’s ears. A moment later, Laguz Vald poured out between the spaces of the grate, sliding down the wall. Xe began reforming into a humanoid shape from the pool on the floor, xir mouth the only consistent piece of anatomy as xe continued to speak.

“Frakkers can’t store weapons to save their skin. Sat under a crate of explosives for two days. Frak.”

An accusing finger jutted out of one of the limbs. “And don’t give me that look, Kiran. You could move around. I was stuck with my nose in my…” Laguz trailed off, scowling.

“Anyway. I’m here. Let’s go.”

[member="Kiran Vess"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

"Yes." Kiran said flatly. "I could move around in my five by five cell."

He wasn't too pleased about being in prison, especially since this particular facility didn't have a mess hall, recreational area, or anything of the sort. This place was more like a mockery of any sort of true jail that he could ever have imagined. Then again, they likely weren't keeping people here permanently, or rather, they weren't keeping the normal criminals here permanently. A sigh escaped his lips as he slowly shook his head. Thinking about all that was rather useless now, they had work to do.

The old mercenary walked over towards the door, pointing towards the bars and the lock that held them in place. "I'm afraid you'll have to deal with this."

While Kiran had many talents, picking locks with absolutely no tools or gadgets was none of them.

Everyone had their limits after all.

In the distance footsteps echoed, the sound of boots clattering against the stone of the hallway floor. Kiran turned his head slightly, eyes watching for signs of the guards returning. An odd, almost sociopathic eagerness began to fill him at the sound. Anticipation began to stir, it had been far too long since he'd had a proper fight.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Biting back a ‘Poor baby’, Laguz shuffled past [member="Kiran Vess"] without a second glance. It had been a while since they’d worked together last; longer than xe remembered. Time had done a fair number on the other mercenary. His skin was beginning to crease with wrinkles, and his dark hair was peppered with silver streaks at the sideburns.

Xe ignored the faint sounds in the distance and focused on the mechanism before xem. If the guards were coming, they were coming. Distractions would only make xem slower, and they couldn’t afford any more delays.

Laguz got to work.

A finger split off into multiple firm tendrils that the shifter slid into the keyhole, probing around with xir eyes closed. Xe could feel the atmosphere change around her. Charged. Tense.

Smiling, the merc molded xir flesh to the contours of the mechanism inside. Strengthened the tendons, flexed the muscles. Turned the fleshy lockpick and flashed a winning smile at the door as it swung open.

A three-man patrol rounded the corner in the next breath.

[member="Kiran Vess"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Kiran stepped back into the cell, pulling Laguz with him so that they were neatly tucked into the corner and hidden from view. The footsteps continued to ring out, sounding within the hall until they stopped, then suddenly quickened. He heard the stampeding of the guards as they rushed towards the open cell door, heading as fast as they could towards what they likely thought was the escape of a prisoner.

The first guard stepped into the cell, and that's when Kiran struck.

He may have been older, he may have been off the job for the last few years, but he hadn't forgotten, hadn't even missed a single step. His hand jutted out from behind the wall, fingers latching around the guards collar and yanking him back in an instant. His arm threaded about the mans neck, a loud snap ring out as his neck was almost instantly broken. Kiran's under hand folded over the man's sidearm, the blaster being pulled free and instantly pointed towards the second man who by now stood in the door.

Two pulls of the trigger and the man fell dead.

Not a heart beat after his fall Kiran lurched forward, letting the body of the first man dropped as he used the second as cover from the third's blaster fire. The smell of singed flesh filled the air as red bolts burned skin, the third guard letting out half a yell before the flat edge of Kiran's palm struck him in the throat.

One last blaster shot rang out, and the man crumpled to the floor.

Kiran turned back to his companion, three bodies laying in his wake. He smiled slightly, the blaster held loosely in his palm as he surveyed the three corpses. There was a slight hint of smugness to him, a self satisfaction that could only be born of a job well done. "Nope, no rust on me."

 

[Laguz Vald]

A pulp fiction urge to start filing xir nails overcame Laguz almost instantly. It washed over xem in a wave of nauseating need, and the merc had to reach out to the wall for support. Shortly after, the nagging feeling was replaced by a scowl.

Still, what else could xe do, when the powerful male figure in the scene was already taking out the trash?

Without breaking a sweat, too.

Well. Suppose xe could watch, but then again, xe’d seen [member="Kiran Vess"] in more flattering positions. And clothes. Not even the Galaxy’s greatest holo stars could wear prison garbs and make them look good. It was impossible by design.

“Someone’s aged well,” xe murmured in his ear as she brushed past him into the corridor. Empty, for now, and devoid of any cameras. Curious.

“We’re in some deep hole here.” Laguz spoke as xe relieved the other two guards of equipment and weaponry. “And now... we’ve got eyes.”

The corners of xir mouth curled up as xe lifted up a holopad for Kiran to see. Thin blue lines criss-crossed the screen in fashion typical of layouts, and upon zooming out, it became readily apparent that they were staring at a map.

“Where is she?”

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He mused for a second, looking down at one of the corpses and slowly bending to retrieve a knife that hung at the man's belt. The blade was slick, smooth, no serration in it's edge. Kiran frowned at that fact for a moment then tore the blade's sheath from the man's belt. He took a second to slip the weapon through his belt, lacking for any sort of his usual gear. He frowned and then picked up a new blaster from the man as well, shaking his head at the lack of quality equipment.

"They really need to equip their soldiers better." Kiran inspected the weapon, deliberately ignoring Laguz's question for a moment.

His head turned to the left, then to the right, not so subtly checking for anyone else that could be coming down the hall.

"You know." The Zeltron began as he finally turned towards the map. "I've missed this. Being stuck behind a desk for twelve hours of every day really puts you down mentally. You start to miss the finer things in life, like the sound of a knife sinking into someone's skin, or the sound of a new powerpack in a blaster."

He fidgeted with the weapon for a moment, then finally looked at the map. "She'll be here. The Jedi aren't too subtle about their prisoner placement."

This was after all, a Jedi Prison. There were no cameras because they thought they didn't need them, the layout was rather basic and it was all rather dungeon like because that was simply how the Jedi thought. Not a one of them would have expected a break out like this, in fact, Kiran was almost positive that this was the most unique escape that had ever gone down in prison history. He had been captured on purpose so that this employee disguised as a gun could get into the facility and break him out so that the two of them could then in turn break out a third prisoner.

It was genius really.

Or so Kiran thought anyway.

 

[Laguz Vald]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oyt9qoEaGJI​

“What madman stuck you behind a desk?” It was all Laguz could do to keep xir voice level. They were breaking out of a high-sec prison, after all. Stealth was paramount.

Really, though. It was like owning a goddamn deathstar, only to turn off its main gun and repurpose it as a massive carrier vessel.

Gods-frakking-damned crazy.

“Is he still alive?” xe added in a more hushed tone after a few moments. The shifter was now peering around the bend of the corridor, inspecting the dark hallway ahead for any hostiles. Empty. Just cold ferrocrete walls staring back at xem, with all the warmth you’d expect three miles beneath the surface.

Laguz shot a quick glance above as xe pulled back, scowling at the ceiling. Ever since Wayland and the unpleasant episode with Mount Tantiss, the sniper was wary of depths.

“It’s clear,” xe spoke and marched down the hall, checking with the pilfered holopad every so often. Soon enough, the pair had cleared a few blocks, and the numbers above the darkened cells began approaching the one they’d been given.

“There we go. Four eight six.”

Nothing moved behind the small rectangle of transparisteel installed in the durasteel door. Laguz approached with cautious steps, already morphing xir fingers into the perfect tools.

Then xe stopped.

“Chit. It’s frakking wired.”

[member="Kiran Vess"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

"The king that wanted to see me build Saeva into an army." A very effective army.

Since he'd taken up position behind that desk Saeva Incorporated had grown nearly thrice in size. It now held entire fleets, armored divisions, special operation units, and pretty much everything that an entire planetary government envied. He had at his finger tips the forces to take over an entire world. Not only that, but those forces were better supplied, outfitted, and trained then most galactic governments could hope for. That was why he had been behind the desk, so he could make sure that everything worked.

"It's why I have nice things." Kiran said as they wandered towards the door. "Why I can afford even nicer things."

His blaster pointed at the doors control panel. "And why I don't care about making a few enemies."

Kiran pulled the trigger on the blaster, a massive spark of metal and flames biting out as he shot the doors control panel. A few seconds elapsed, and then suddenly the door fell away into the ground. He smiled, shifting slightly and looking at Laguz, half a second later Klaxon's began to blare.

It didn't really matter to him in the end, the Jedi would realize eventually that they had escaped, and the faster they could reach their target the better it would be. The alarms going off now didn't really mean anything then them going off five minutes from now, save for perhaps a few more dead guards.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Xir eyebrows climbed xir forehead higher than humanly possible – perk #13 of being a shapeshifting bastard – but xe clamped xir mouth shut. Retired or not, Alric Kuhn was the man behind what was arguably one of the strongest mercenary forces in the Galaxy. You had to respect that.

“Well. It certainly worked out.”

Laguz was nowhere near the top of the foodchain of Saeva Inc., being a mere outside contractor, and even xe earned obscene amounts of money. The equipment was top of the line, cutting-edge technology. The medical care was better than in most private practices. You really couldn’t ask for more.

Except that the regular employees have less of a flare for the dramatic, maybe.

“Was that really necessary, Kiran?” Laguz sighed as xe released the safety on the stolen blaster. Standard-issue equipment right there. Already, the shifter was aching for the sure weight of Tessie in xir grasp. Quiet, accurate and deadly; nothing like the poor excuse for a firearm xe was currently holding.

“Grab her,” xe hissed at the other merc and shoved him into the cell. “I’ll set a few surprises for our company.”

Consulting the blueprints on xir datalogger, Laguz jogged off towards the nearest entrance. Xe plunged xir free hand into xir gut with a wince and pulled out an innocuous white block. With practiced movements, xe attached the explosive to the blast door and carefully unwound the tripwire.

Xe’d just stood up when the stampede of boots and frantic voices reached xir ears over the blaring of klaxons.

In a flash of movement, Laguz was sprinting back to Kiran and their charge, yelling in Huttese.

“[Get the frak down!]”

[member="Kiran Vess"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

The woman inside the cell was dressed in what really passed more for rags than clothing. Her lower lip was covered in dried blood, her hair an odd reflection of that color. Her eyes were a deep blue, opening just as Kiran stepped into the cell. "Well, I think I'm in love."

The Zeltron said to himself as the woman half stood.

He could see every muscle in her body tense, could tell that she was ready to fight. The markings on her body, bruises, cuts, and outright gashes clearly hadn't come from her captors mistreating her, but instead this woman mistreating her captors. She had very likely fought them at every single turn of her incarceration, had very likely bitten, beaten, and broken every single guard that she could get her hands on. That was impressive in it of itself, but then again Kiran didn't expect any less from the head of a Mandalorian clan.

"Sera?" Kiran said, speaking louder this time. "We're here to break you out, your clan sent us."

The woman stuttered for a moment, her fingers curling into a fist. She eyed Kiran for a second, then slowly began to stand.

"Good."

Kiran chuckled, his expectations once again met. He turned, about to speak to Laguz when suddenly she half dove into the cell. His eyes bulged for a second, and then the explosion rang out in his ears. The blast burst out and bit into the air, scorching through the hall and burning the assembled troopers.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Screams echoed down the halls along with the boom of explosives. Practice-honed instincts bid Laguz to wall off xir ears before xir eardrums got punched out. It had been an experience xe was loathe to repeat.

As the sounds of swift and painful death petered out, the merc pulled xemself up. Xe gave the Mandalorian a thorough once-over, memorizing the planes of her face and the contours of her body.

“Here,” Laguz said as xe tossed the woman a spare blaster. The vanguard may have been blown to bits, but more were surely on the way. Xe rather fancied having another set of eyes and hands, and whatever else they were or weren’t, Mandos were good fighters.

“Our best shot are the sewer drainage pipes half a click to the west,” xe said and tilted the datalogger for Kiran and Sera to see. “We’ll have to climb at least that much vertically. Then we’ll get out on a higher level and hijack one of the hangars.”

Plans never stood much of a chance between the likes of Laguz Vald and [member="Kiran Vess"]. They treated them more like ‘guidelines’, and usually abandoned them completely At the first sign of fun to be had.

Who doesn’t love a nice, long trip through prisoner chit?

In the absence of better suggestions, the shifter primed xir gun and started running.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

"No."

The woman said suddenly to the plan that Laguz proposed, her voice stern, if a little hoarse. Kiran half turned to her, a rather incredulous expression on his face. This woman was after all in no position to give commands or anything of the sort. She had been in prison for nearly a year and a half now, had apparently been beaten and cut to shit, what authority did she think she derived in this situation? Kiran half turned to her, his blaster gripped tightly but not held in her direction. "Oh? You have a better plan then I assume?"

"The armory."

She began.

"They will have weapons there, including something I left behind that I need before we leave. They keep everything there, including enough ordnance for us to blow our way out of here."

Kiran turned to Laguz, shrugging. "I do like explosions."

In truth, Kiran had a hankering to make this escape the most explosive and lethal thing that the galaxy had seen in years. He'd been out of the game for a while, sitting behind a desk and doing paperwork. He was antsy, he wanted to destroy things, blow them up, run around with a knife screaming bloody murder.

All sense of subtlety had been left back on Teth.

 

[Laguz Vald]

A scowl to end all scowls curled every muscle on xir face. Making no attempt to hide xir distaste, Laguz turned on the Mando.

“I just came from the armory.” And the best weapon there was me.
“There’s enough ordinance to bring this whole thing down around us. I like explosions as much as the next merc, but I ain’t gonna get buried alive because a Mando needs to compensate for two years of sitting on her ass. You’ll get plenty of chances to kill guards.”

Xir eyes turned icy as xe leveled Sera with a withering glare.

Suddenly, xe cocked xir head to the side, cursing. “They’re coming.” From the west, too.

“Frak. The armory it is. Run!”

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He smiled slightly. It wasn't that he liked the Mandalorian giving the Orders, in fact in any other state of mind he very likely would have just punched her in the face and carried her, but...well he enjoyed this sort of on the fly scenario they had going. Being stuck behind the desk had really pent him up, and well this was really going to help with that. A wide smirk pulled across his pink lips, his eyes following Laguz as she ran out the door and towards the armory.

"Go on." Kiran waved towards the Mandalorian woman. "Wouldn't want to get stuck here."

She glowered at him, then offered a mocking sneer of a smile.

The Zeltron almost chuckled at that, shifting slightly and following after the woman as she made her way up and out of the cell. He quickly followed along with the two females, the Mandalorian woman holding her blaster like it was her life. For some reason that made him smile again, as if he remembered that exact feeling. He hadn't been in prison, not really, but to him it might as well have been the same thing. "Left."

He called out to Laguz, hearing the tromp of boots up ahead.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Motherfrakker.

Laguz veered to the left and missed the wall by an inch before righting xir course again.

Maybe, just maybe, going to the armory would work. It sat in the middle of the ferrocrete complex, as was typical. Its location made it the very antithesis of an escape route for a trio of criminals intent on breaking out.

So what reason would they have to watch it?

Every guard on hi-sec level would’ve been mobilized in order to seek and contain (if not destroy) the escapees. They’d be watching the exits and tightening the net around the Mando’s cell, which gave them a chance.

And being professionals, a chance was all Saeva needed.

The shifter rounded another corner and stumbled to an abrupt stop, hissing the directive at xir two companions.

At the next corridor juncture stood a pair of troops, yelling away into their comlinks with their backs turned. Laguz shot a dirty look at xir weapon, feeling the pang for Tessie return tenfold in intensity.

Two clean, quiet shots, and they would’ve been done here. Now, they had to cause even more ruckus with these uncivilized blasters.

Xe lifted the muzzle and squeezed the trigger twice.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

The blaster shots rang out, Kiran half turning to check that nobody was following after them. He was only a tad bit surprised when he found no one on their heels. In truth, he was beginning to worry about the lack of security, thinking that perhaps they were being tricked or funneled. "Watch for Jedi."

Kiran hissed as they passed into the armory, slamming the door behind him by punching the control panel.

"This isn't a regular prison." He reminded them both. "They're bound to come out eventually."

The Mandalorian scowled at him, her eyes folding over Kiran for a moment before slowly turning her gaze to Laguz. It was clear that woman didn't quite know what to make of them, nor did she quite understand exactly who they were. It was obvious that neither Kiran nor Laguz were of her clan, in fact, it was pretty damn obvious that neither of them were Mandalorians either. Kiran offered her a smile, though in truth it was more of a mocking sign of amusement. He wandered passed her towards one of the lockers, opening it up and pulling on a guard uniform.

"Who are you people?"

The woman finally asked.

"We're your saviors, love. Shouldn't ask too many question until we're out of here." He motioned over towards the weapons rack. The Mandalorian sighed, then slowly began to arm herself. Kiran watched her, though his attention quickly turned to Laguz and then a stack of explosives in the corner.

 

[Laguz Vald]

By the time Kiran shut the door behind them, Laguz was already rummaging through the lockers on the left side as if xir life depended on it. In a way, it actually did. Xir crappy blaster lay forgotten on the table in the middle if the room as xe dug into the next crate, frown growing increasingly deeper.

There was an alarming lack of sniper rifles about. Objectively, this made perfect sense because hey, they were underground. Open spaces weren’t exactly abound.

That didn’t stop xem from expressing xir dissatisfaction, however, and Laguz did exactly that.

“Demo is risky,” the merc snapped when xe saw where Kiran was looking. “We’re just as likely to die in the collapse.”

But like it or not, demo was also one of the more effective ways of dealing with Jedi. While Laguz was mostly safe from the direct effects of their meddling, xir associates weren’t, and every second they lost down here was a second closer to reincarceration.

Xe grabbed a vicious assault rifle that would serve well for cover fire and moved to pry the lid off the explosives.

“Grab what you need,” xe said and started studying the map again to try and find the best route.

Sometimes, the only way out is through.