In their time together, he and Karma had somehow learned to work with one another, reading eachother's intentions during situations such as these. He, of course, had his training, had the notion of working as a team drilled into him from a very young age. Where she picked up her uncanny ability for reading people, he didn't know, but he could tell that she read his intentions and was buying him time.
A coldness seeped into his veins, into his very bones, an all too familiar feeling which brought with it an odd kind of clarity and calm. As Karma moved around amongst slavers and slaves alike, seemingly appraising the 'merchandise', distracting the slavers, Will marked targets, identified spots ideal for cover and formulated a plan of attack, falling into the old routine taught to him during Imperial military training, in his teenage years.
"Give them what they're owed," she said and that was all he needed, the signal he was waiting for. Just then, some commotion seemed to erupt throughout the base, where
Vidalu Na'an
and her companions were attacking, the slavers comms crackling to life with warnings about intruders just as blaster fire echoed amongst the buildings of the old compound. That was all it took for the landing pad to erupt into an explosion of violence.
Taking advantage of the slavers' state of distraction, he drew his
blaster, cutting down the boss with a pair of well-placed bolts, even as he dived for cover behind some crates and his left hand drew the
lightsaber hidden away up his sleeve, the distinctive snap-his sound of the weapon igniting and the blue glow of the blade causing the slavers' faces to contort in fear.
"Kriff, 'e's one o' them Jedi!" one of the slavers yelled while desperately spraying blaster bolts in his direction, blaster bolts which slammed harmlessly into crates, or the duracrete floor, the undisciplined goon unable to cope with the speed and seemingly erratic pattern of Will's movement.
Emerging from cover with his blaster already firing and taking down several slavers, the smuggler extended his other hand, three fingers keeping hold of the lightsaber's hilt, while he extended his thumb and index fingers out, summoning the Force to him and lashing out with a telekinetic blast that knocked several of the slavers off their feet even as he turned and parried the other slavers' blaster bolts back in their direction, though only some of them hit home.
He pirouetted, faster than the untrained eye could see and a slaver yelled in pain, the Trandoshan's blaster, along with his hands, now gone, severed by the incandescent blade in the smuggler's hand. Another telekinetic blast sent the screaming Trandoshan flying, slamming him into a wall and leaving him lying crumpled and unconscious in an undignified heap.
Another slaver foolishly tried to rush him with a vibroblade, only to become a
headless slaver moments afterwards, the Zabrak's body stumbling another step before collapsing, so sudden was the slaver's death that it came before his corpse became aware of it. Will's skill with a lightsaber was nowhere near perfect, crude and basic in the eyes of a trained Force Wielder, but against these slaver thugs, it and the blaster in his hand formed a lethal combination.
A group of slavers barged through the doors of one of the adjacent buildings, blaster rifles already firing, only to be met with the sight of spinning death flying towards them as Will cast his lightsaber in their direction even as his pistol unloaded return fire in their direction, the fiery weapon flying back into his hand as the thugs collapsed into a smoldering pile of dead bodies and dismembered limbs.
The entire battle barely lasted a heartbeat, a mere few seconds, until not a single slaver was left standing in the entire landing area, all the thugs now littering the floor, dead, unconscious or moaning in pain.
The frightened forms of the emaciated, filthy slaves huddled together and cowered in terror as the smuggler approached them, holstering his weapons and extending his hands in reassurance. A brief look at their shackles, a few buttons pressed on his datapad and a moment later, the heavy restraints snapped open, clanging to the floor.
"You're free, now," he said to them, trying to put as much calm in his voice as possible.
"Don't worry. Those slavers won't harm you anymore."
