Not one, but two intruders. A hazardous enough thing in isolation, but the information gleaned by a surveying glance at the two only compounded dread upon concern. Jedi, by the look of them. A Master and a Padawan, perhaps? Or two fully fledged knights? The latter was the safest of the two assumptions in the end. Overestimating an opponent was far safer than the alternative. Alek knew that better men than him had been undone by that very fallacy.
Keeping the blaster in hand, pointed relatively harmlessly to the floor, had been the right move in the illuminating light of the present. Opening fire with nothing but a blaster pistol on two Jedi would have ended as swiftly as it began. Even with the element of confusion that the previous moment had offered. One could have been wounded, the other would have taken swift vengeance. Now there was a situation that Alek most certainly sought to avoid.
"Nope, we’re not. You want to run now and tell your bosses."
Fully aware of the silence on his part as the intruders spoke, Alek’s silence was now broken by a retort to the words of the ‘big one’, with an exaggerated moment of feigned pondering flashing across his expression.
“It sure is a long run to Bastion from here. I don’t think I’ll be doing that.” The facade came to an end with a shrug of the shoulders.
“I reckon they already know what is happening by now.”
Now that as a bluff if there ever was one. The Empire would learn about this assault, but the question was when? Especially when the assumption of communications being knocked out or jammed had to be made. It was what the ISB would have done if the shoe was on the other foot. Communication Blackout. Then intrusion.
"No I don't. Do you?" she said. And then, for reasons she could not even fully understand, she followed it up with "What does it mean to belong anywhere?"
An irrepressible smile of his own came into being at those words. The very prospect of a conversation such as that overshadowing the consequence of the situation here and now for a fleeting moment. This one was clever, that was apparent.
"That is the question we all must ask ourselves. Yet my question still stands. What are you doing here? No, better yet, what are you here to do? To claim lives? Or something more...noble?"
As it turns out, she was more clever than Alek could have imagined, as he learned to his peril in that following instant. How natural the raising of her hands had been, as seemingly innocent as complimenting the words they accompanied. Alek never suspected a thing until it was too late.
"I wouldn't try using that if I were you"
All that spared Alek from being disarmed of his sidearm was that lingering bad habit of his, unbroken from him much to the ire of every firearms instructor he’d plagued at the Imperial Security Bureau Academy. That being a finger resting on the trigger of the weapon itself as opposed to harmlessly upon the trigger guard itself.
That habit also proved to be the catalyst to what followed. Alek’s arm raised as the blaster was manipulated by unseen force, the reflexive yank of the arm back in opposition paired with the finger resting on the trigger sent a wild shot screaming from the barrel. A shot aimlessly fired in the general direction of the intruders.
Melvain Braxis
to attack as well. Although he noticed that
Alek Morozov
had left them presumably to grab a weapon to defend himself with. 
Aveline Cuiléin
Caltin Vanagor
