From Within[SSC VS Saeva]

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Kiran began humming as he scooped up some detonation cord from one of the boxes. "You get stressed out to easily dear."

The Zeltrons slung the cord around his arm, slowly wrapping a length of it before he stuck the yellow rope between his teeth and gnawed through it. Detonation cord was fantastic like that, easily one of the greatest inventions that had ever come about in the galaxy and one of Kiran's most favorite tools. He had once used it to defeat a Jedi, wrapping a length of cord around his arm and then detonating it before he could get it off. The Jedi had been rather...loud after the fact, but had also most certainly been disabled.

Fun memories.

"Watch." He said as he kicked one of the weapons lockers over and into the center of the room. "And learn."

Kiran slowly pressed the cord that he had wrapped around his arm against the ceiling, slowly pushing and molding it into place with the detonation side up. He smiled slightly as he completed a figure eight, stepping off the locker and motioning for both of the women to retreated into the far corner of the room. He turned to Sera and wagged the Detonator in her face. "Bet you didn't expect to get out like this."

Without a moments hesitation Kiran pressed the bright red button on the detonator.

 

[Laguz Vald]

The second xir companion whipped out the detonation cord, Laguz started backpedaling. Kiran and explosives were never a good idea to be in the same room with.

Sure, it was fun to watch. From afar.

The sniper was neither far nor particularly protected. It was in moments like these that xe considered if xir profession was truly the best way to make xir living.

Then the dust settled, and Laguz grinned up at the gaping hole in the ceiling.

“You haven’t lost your touch,” xe said and clapped the other merc on the shoulder ae xe passed him by.

Xe climbed onto the table in the middle of the armory and reached up, latching xir growing arms onto the edges of the jagged opening. With a twist and a grunt, Laguz pulled xemself through and came to a roll in the corridor above, weapon drawn.

“Clear.’

As xe kept watch of the hall, Laguz extended the overly-long appendage back down. “Go! They’re almost here.”

And they were; three pairs of boots stampeding just around the corner, on both sides. Those guns would come in damn handy.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He wondered where all the Jedi were.

As he understood it this temple had once been owned by the Silver Jedi, though in part it made sense that they had mostly forgotten it. Though Kiran had no connection to the force he knew that certain worlds were...uncomfortable for Jedi. They didn't feel at home in places of great loss and death, not like Sith. Malachor V was destroyed millenia ago, a weapon of mass destruction of some sort having wiped it from the galaxy ages past.

Perhaps they simply did not want to say here.

He frowned slightly, shifting and raising his blaster as the trio stepped into the fork in the road. He heard Sera's blaster go off first, a slight hiss resounding as it struck a man in the chest and snapped his life short.

Kiran quickly followed the blast, using his pistol to fire three shots towards the oncoming guards before turning to his left and using his other blaster to fire in the opposite direction. He smirked slightly as another body dropped onto the floor, leaving the last two men to Laguz. "Let's go, Honey."

He urged her to move faster.

They only had so much time before the SSC properly responded, and they didn't have the equipment or the backup to take on any real threats.

 

[Laguz Vald]

“Of course, darling,” Laguz countered with a saccharine grin on the back of xir head as xe downed the two men in quick succession.

Xir smile faded into a frown as xe noted the trail of burned flesh scored across xir upper arm, itching more with each passing second. Adrenaline would keep the sting at bay until they got out, of that much xe was sure. After that, though, every minute would be precious.

The sniper grit xir teeth and passed [member="Kiran Vess"] in three strides, each longer than the last. Xe was barely looking at the holodisplay anymore. Instinct guided xir towards the pull of fresh air in the distance, as welcome as cool water on Tatooine. The prospect of escaping the stale stench of underground prison put a spring in xir step, and then a reminder of which surface they would escape to killed it again.

Malachor V.

Xe raised a clenched fist and leaned around a corner.
The last stretch. Four guards, and at least one of them had a lightsaber clipped to his belt.

Laguz whispered as much to xir two companions even as xe handed xir weapon over to the other Saeva merc. Xe was a good shot, but so were the Mando and the Zeltron; the Shi’ido was the only one who could pretend to be the wall while the others created a deadly distraction, however.

“Go!”

And with that, the shifter poured into the other corridor, intent on blindsiding the Jedi from behind.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Jedi.

He liked Jedi.

They were an interesting bunch to say the least, and Kiran had always found conversations with them to be oddly enlightening while also humorous. Most people saw them as hypocrites or heroes, something to be worshiped or vilified. It really depended on one's point of view, and for Kiran at least he had always taken the lightstick wielding hippies as something of a comic sideshow rather then a serious opponent. He knew that given a choice, more often then not a Jedi would choose to let him live. Of course, that didn't mean that he wouldn't murder them, but at the very least he had an appreciation for what they were, or rather, who they were.

He simply found it funny.

As he turned the corner Kiran didn't hesitate in squeezing the trigger of his blaster pistols.

The Jedi almost immediately sprang into action, as they always did. The lightsaber came up in an instant, that same signifying snap and hiss burning brightly into life as he stepped forward and into Kiran's assault. The Zeltron half shook his head, wishing that he had his SI-17 or maybe even his SI-19, things would have gone much differently.

Oh well.

"Just kill him!" Kiran shouted loudly as he pulled the triggers again and again.

 

[Laguz Vald]

As expected, [member="Kiran Vess"] and the Mando proved adequate distractions.

As expected, the Jedi valiantly sprung forward to protect the poor mortal guards.

And, as expected, he willingly separated himself from the main group as he did so.

Most of the Galaxy had spent so long gobbling up the legends about the Order that they’d become convinced of their near-on invincibility. Laguz had talked with many a fellow merc who believed it with a fiery passion. It was clever propaganda and a fancy parlor tricks. Effective, really. On any other day, the sniper would have commended their ingenious manipulation.

Today, xe just separated from the wall and sank a knife in his neck.

It went in smooth, sliding between the hard ridges of the vertebrae and the cartilage of the trachea. Redness bubbled up around the blade, then spurted out of his mouth.

Wide eyed, the Jedi released his famous weapon and fell forward.

Sera had already riddled the guard’s flank with new blaster holes, and their bulk was dealing with a Saeva mercenary slinging two guns at once.

Prison wardens. Never really stood a chance, you know?

Laguz stepped over the corpses in front of the elevator and pressed the Jedi’s cooling – and severed – palm to the reader. Three chilling beeps later, the screen lit up green, and the door opened.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

It was time to leave.

The elevator didn't take long, they never did in a place like this. Prison's generally only had one way in and out, typically that way was fast, mostly in case there was an emergency and the guards had to make a break for it. Of course here, the guards were Jedi, but the principal was really much the same. It didn't take long for the three warriors to find themselves standing in front of another hallway, save this one was decorated in a far more ostentatious fashion then the one that they had just escaped from.

A loud whistle escaped Kiran's lips.

"Wow." His words echoed slightly. "They really went all out for this."

There was no watching the level of his tone, there was no trying to quiet himself, Kiran just moved forward into the hall and entirely disregarded the idea of someone trying to stop him. Sera shot a glance towards Laguz, though when the shapeshifter said nothing else the Mandalorian woman simply followed in Kiran's wake. A small smile spread on the Zeltron's lips, his eyes wandering towards one of the larger statues.

His finger uncurled and he pointed towards the thing. "Pretty sure I killed that guy."

A laugh escaped him, and then quickly he broke into a spring. Despite his amusement Kiran knew that they were still in danger. The longer they lingered, the longer they stuck around and stayed in one place the more likely the Jedi would be to find and kill them. Most of them were likely searching the prison below, not realizing that the trio had already escaped to the surface. That would aid them a bit, and it would also mean that the Hangar wasn't quite yet locked down, a theory quickly proven true when Kiran turned the corner and dispatched the only two guards standing by the hangar bay doors.