Give--Them--Justice!

[Ryn'Dhal]

The padawan saw James scramble for cover. The beast rumbled a low, powerful growl. "James.... Cloak...." He asked for his cloak. When he'd see his friend reaching into his pack to retrieve the garment, he began to change. He had felt the familiar sensation of his crystals. His sabers. He was reaching to them telekinetically through the Force. It only took a few moments to shift back, considerably faster than going into his aggressive form. From his hiding spot in the shadows, no one witnessed the naked near-human hiding in the shadows.

The Force flowed freely through his person, his reflexes and speed enhanced even more so than his naturally superior capabilities would normally allow. "NOW!" He shouted, his voice still holding some of the rasp of his larger form, but the tone was definitely more melodic. As James would throw the mass of cloth in the direction of Ryn's voice, the padawan would leap from his hiding spot, into his cloak. Simultaneously he gave his sabers that telekinetic pull. He'd catch them both, one held in a grip by his prehensile tail, the other taken in his hand, the familiar snap-hiss of the silver blade igniting. In one Force Accelerated flurry of motion, he'd bat away a volley of blaster bolts, evading a couple of choice slug-thrower shells, and extend a hand forward. The Force then proceeded to rush like a river through his being, down his extended arm, and use the shape of his extended hand as a funnel for the cone of raw energy that proceeded to slam into the various enemies attempting to gain ground in the room, forcing their forces back.

All this, while still managing to keep his cloak positioned just right to keep both friend and foe from seeing anything.... inappropriate....

"Pants.... would be nice...." The padawan muttered, as he took the VERY brief reprieve in the enemies onslaught to take his cloak, and tie it about his waist in such a manner that it was a long, black makeshift kilt. The enemies, or at least those who didn't fall during the likely onslaught of return fire the escapee's would deliver during the advantage brought on by the Force Push, would look into the room and find the half-covered padawan standing in clear view of the guards, his silver-bladed saber moving in a defensive pattern about his body. A skilled Saber duelist would likely recognize the stance and movements as Form III, or Soresu. The Circle of Defense.

"Come forth...." The now properly armed padawan muttered tauntingly, eyes narrowing.

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Kratos Bandua"] | [member="Kalyn Skirata"] | [memeber=Bat]

 

[Bat]

Bat glanced past the workstation for a moment before firing off another shot towards the general location of the enemy. He had stopped truly peeking out of his cover after seeing one of his allies hit by their fire. Still, even with his blind shooting he was contributing to the push against them, and he was pretty sure he had hit one along the hip a moment ago.

From the corner of the workstation he took note of their resident cat monster, shifted back now to his normal state and wearing a cloak of some sort. Bat's mind raced back, wondering if he had had the cloak the entire time, but was brought back to present by a dull thud landing upon his cover.

The snap-hiss was what made him lean out of cover to look once more. The cat was wielding a pair of lightsabers, and flailing them around in a manner befitting what Bat now recognized him as: Jedi. Not for the first time, Bat considered the thought of incapacitating his ally, but this time it was out of greed more so than loyalty and professional courtesy. Jedi were worth a fair credit if one were to capture them alive.

He hadn't quite made up his mind on it, but he knew he would wait at least until they were done with the enemy. The enemy that should by all rights have still been shooting, another peer out of cover informed him of what had occurred, and now it seemed that any and all fired was focused once more on the biggest threat in the room, the cat-i.

He stood up fully, Jurkad resting against the workstation as he opened fire on the subdued foes, worry out of his mind of being hit by one of the stray bolts now whirring and whining across the room at seemingly random. He flicked the trigger, and a bolt lashed out at another foe, striking him in the upper chest with it's vicious bite. The fight seemed to be going quite well, and victory seemed a quick conclusion.

The Jurkad unconsciously leaned ever so slightly to the right, in the direction of the Jedi before it was jerked back once more to rain fire down on current foes.
"Later."
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[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn kistened to the monk, and was perfectly fine with this, some of her mandalorian peers might not have accepted it, but she was not that stupid, when a monk which practices ancient magical healing arts comes up to you saying, "do you you want to be healed" after being shot in the arm, you say yes!
"Yeah that would be fine, we should probably find some cover though." She said firing pot shots at the enemy mob.
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[Ryn'Dhal]

The weapon whirled about, silver plasma intercepting bolts and slugs, at one point sending a three round burst of blaster fire back in the hallway, downing a couple of the assaulting guards. Several others dove for cover, and Ryn'Dhal found his opportunity to advance. Charging down the hall, the padawan continued to let his saber rotate about him in their orbital patterns, redirecting fire harmlessly away. He was thankful that the guards were limited in their potential for engagement. In the open, their sheer numbers would easily over-whelm the padawans defenses.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Ryn realized trouble was coming, as the large room gave the guards a distinct advantage over the padawans single-saber Soresu. One can only deflect so many bolts at a time. "Feth! There are a lot of guards ahead James!" Ryn hollered back over his shoulder, as he ducked back out of the line of fire, as the guards were up-ending tables to prepare for the next leg of the escapee's attack.

Taking his second saber in hand, the padawan glanced back towards his allies. "I... I think I can make a distraction, but I do not know for how long.... I'll need you guys to help thin their numbers, and fast...." He'd say, swallowing hard. This would be the greatest test of his defensive form yet. He was certain he was going to feel the bite of a few shots.... but as long as it wasn't through anything vital, he was certain he'd be able to heal it. He hoped....

With that, the Force welled up in the padawan, as he darted out into the open room, the middle of the room. A simultaneous pair of snap-hiss noises as the twin silver-beams would spring to life. Twin orbits about his body, as the padawan twirled and flourished, the deadly dance of sabers and blasters began. How long would his defensive ring hold? Not even the furry padawan could hope to guess!

[member=James Justice] | [member=Bat] | [member=Kratos Bandua] | [member="Kalyn Skirata"]