There's more than one way to be enslaved
Objective: Protect the hackers
Equipment: Armorweave clothes, Terminus Shiv, Sneakitheaf, Last Whisper Blaster, 3 Razzmatazz Holospheres, several small bags of sand, deactivated slave bomb
Nearby Allies: Xan Deesa Doc Painless Lilash "Jade" Covegra Cartri Keswoll
Threats crowded about the room and dust filled the air. The former set his bones alight as the latter settled on his tongue and slid down his lungs in ways that reminded him of desert sand and reflected the storm that had formed within his bones.
The intruders has retreated or hidden and he cast their presence to the back of his mind. Instead he faced the woman and her droids. "Sup scraps." Not a woman then, a droid, an HDR, a doppelgänger.
This too he put out of his mind. Now was not the time for names and for thought. Now was the time to act. And act he did.
Xan was occupied with the HDR, so Anakin turned his blaster to the droids. He pinned one beneath his sights and fired, fired, fired. Three times he shot and two times he hit.
Once, twice, three times he fired and though he did not kill one, the right arm of his target hung limp and useless. He had never been good with blasters. Everything was under control. He had drawn the attention of the droids, keeping them off Xan as she fought. Everything was going fine. So of course that’s when it all got worse.
Four more guards ran in, each of them bearing guns and armor. Six opponents. Seven if you counted the HDR and nine if you counted the two unknowns. Dust still filled the air and obsurred his vision, leaving the others nothing more than vague outlines.
Too many.
There were too many for him to handle with his blaster. There were too many for him to handle alone. Still he had to try.
Despite its limitations and his own lack of skill with it, he kept firing. First at the droid who was now charging him and then at the enemies at the door.
Bang!
The droid was upon him now, ramming into his person and sending them crashing into machinery. He felt something crack but paid it no mind. His blaster lay on the floor, far out of reach. No matter.
Dust swirled around him and enemies surrounded him. He needed more arms than he had and more weapons than a simple blaster.
So he prayed. He called upon Leia and prayed for a storm.
And Leia, the Elder sister, the one that Depur can never chain, the great krayt dragon of the wastes, answered.
The dust began to swirl, mimicking the storm inside his bones. He could feel the particles lodged within the droid above him, settled on its wires and it’s gears. Despite his position, despite the metal killed readying it’s final blow, he smiled. And began to pull.
Dust burst from the droid, ripping past the wires and gears that it had settled on. More dust followed its path, shooting past its metal carapace and slicing through its wires. It spun and spun with the strength of any storm, able to tend flesh from bones.
The droid began to spark. Electricity arced from its form as it froze up and toppled over. Bits of plastic now swirled within the storm, ripped from their previous places around the droids wires.
Anakin stood, a snarl on his face and a storm twisting around his form. There were too many for him to handle with his blaster. There were too many for him to handle alone. So he called upon his Ekkalda. He would not fight alone. Not with the storm raging around him and her presence giving him strength.
Equipment: Armorweave clothes, Terminus Shiv, Sneakitheaf, Last Whisper Blaster, 3 Razzmatazz Holospheres, several small bags of sand, deactivated slave bomb
Nearby Allies: Xan Deesa Doc Painless Lilash "Jade" Covegra Cartri Keswoll
Threats crowded about the room and dust filled the air. The former set his bones alight as the latter settled on his tongue and slid down his lungs in ways that reminded him of desert sand and reflected the storm that had formed within his bones.
The intruders has retreated or hidden and he cast their presence to the back of his mind. Instead he faced the woman and her droids. "Sup scraps." Not a woman then, a droid, an HDR, a doppelgänger.
This too he put out of his mind. Now was not the time for names and for thought. Now was the time to act. And act he did.
Xan was occupied with the HDR, so Anakin turned his blaster to the droids. He pinned one beneath his sights and fired, fired, fired. Three times he shot and two times he hit.
Once, twice, three times he fired and though he did not kill one, the right arm of his target hung limp and useless. He had never been good with blasters. Everything was under control. He had drawn the attention of the droids, keeping them off Xan as she fought. Everything was going fine. So of course that’s when it all got worse.
Four more guards ran in, each of them bearing guns and armor. Six opponents. Seven if you counted the HDR and nine if you counted the two unknowns. Dust still filled the air and obsurred his vision, leaving the others nothing more than vague outlines.
Too many.
There were too many for him to handle with his blaster. There were too many for him to handle alone. Still he had to try.
Despite its limitations and his own lack of skill with it, he kept firing. First at the droid who was now charging him and then at the enemies at the door.
Bang!
The droid was upon him now, ramming into his person and sending them crashing into machinery. He felt something crack but paid it no mind. His blaster lay on the floor, far out of reach. No matter.
Dust swirled around him and enemies surrounded him. He needed more arms than he had and more weapons than a simple blaster.
So he prayed. He called upon Leia and prayed for a storm.
And Leia, the Elder sister, the one that Depur can never chain, the great krayt dragon of the wastes, answered.
The dust began to swirl, mimicking the storm inside his bones. He could feel the particles lodged within the droid above him, settled on its wires and it’s gears. Despite his position, despite the metal killed readying it’s final blow, he smiled. And began to pull.
Dust burst from the droid, ripping past the wires and gears that it had settled on. More dust followed its path, shooting past its metal carapace and slicing through its wires. It spun and spun with the strength of any storm, able to tend flesh from bones.
The droid began to spark. Electricity arced from its form as it froze up and toppled over. Bits of plastic now swirled within the storm, ripped from their previous places around the droids wires.
Anakin stood, a snarl on his face and a storm twisting around his form. There were too many for him to handle with his blaster. There were too many for him to handle alone. So he called upon his Ekkalda. He would not fight alone. Not with the storm raging around him and her presence giving him strength.
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