Malice
S H A D O W
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
VOS // Allyson Locke
ADVERSARIES // Gnox the Insatiable | The Amalgam / Maple Harte ? | Vaylin ?
KORRIBAN // SITH ACADEMY
[ THE TIDE HAS COME TO CLAIM ITS OWN ]
"A little bit of both. I don't know, it always feels good to blow something up, right?"
Images of Zeltros flickered in Zaavik's mind. Long past and uncomfortably recent, the sounds of detonations on those streets echoed in his head. The machinations of others, and less pleasantly, his own. "Y-Yeah," he uttered in response. Maybe once upon a time, he would've agreed with a chuckle, but not now. If Allyson was keen on leveling the place, it wouldn't be Zaavik's place to object anyhow.
A toothy grin cracked across his face when his balance recovered from the shove. His Master's remark came in a throaty drone, absent of any nasal resonance. It was easy to forget that peculiar allergy she had, and given that'd slept outdoor overnight, the sweat and pheromones were likely wafting off him like no other. "I'm surprised you can smell anything. You're not exactly a can of air freshener yourself, you know?"
Following the lead, Zaavik dropped into force camouflage as well. The two stalked through tunnel and shaft deftly, emerging through the bathroom floor just as they'd done before. Everything was almost painfully routine so far, but sometimes that was the absolute best-case.
Just as Allyson's arrows made purchase in the two guards, the sound of a door whizzing open behind them caused Zaavik to spin around. An individual around Zaavik's age waltzed out, and their eyes met. Before the unknown contact could yell or react, Zaavik punched them in the throat on twitch, instinctual reacion. The Umbaran wheezed and clutched his throat, bending slightly from the pain. Zaavik winced. "Uh, shit, sorry," he whispered. "Do me favor and sleep it off, okay?"
A leisurely wave of his wrist sent the Umbaran into an instant, comatic sleep. His armored uniform clacked and clanged as his knees gave and dropped to the floor. Zaavik was quick to pocket the comms device before shoving the Umbaran back into the room he came with a few pushing-stomps. He slapped the door control to shut it, and let his hand linger to override the lock through the force and render the door bolted. One of the first tricks he'd learned, and it never failed to be useful.
A brisk fast-walk brought him to pace with Allyson and they entered the security room with minimal incident. The screens and terminals sent his mind back to the memory of the Machinist's trap. Allyson hadn't really explained to him what to do if that came up again. The initial flashback rendered him effectively deaf to her initial orders, but it didn't take a genius to infer what they were here for.
"Though with how big her butt is - I doubt she'd be able to hide very well in this tight room."
Big butt? What? Zaavik turned toward Allyson in the doorway with a furrowed brow. "I'm sorry, who? What?" He tried to peek out the doorway, thinking she was talking about someone specifically.
"Hurry, Zaavik, we don't have a lot of time."
He shook his head quickly, snapping out of the initial immature curiosity. "Oh, right. Right. But, how are we suppos-?" A pang of danger assaulted his mind. Coming on suddenly, like a ruptured organ. His body moved with little command need, grabbed Allyson by the back collar of her attired and giving her a firm, sudden yank. A shotgun's explosion echoed through the chamber, piercing the ears with malignant volume. Zaavik spun, replacing himself in her previous spot, allowing the momentum for both of them to remain on their feet. His ears were ringing.
Green lightsaber blade hissed to life from his hilt. Gripping in both hands he faced the assailant. And then-
"You've little to run, master Jedi. I have your scent."
"But run, regardless. You will not escape the feast."
Zaavik's gaze darted around, trying to get a good look around without letting the immediate threat out of his sight for more than a split-instant. "Oh- He sounds, uh, friendly."
“Allyson~”
You've got to be shitting me.
“Allyson Locke, and her little Padawan.”
Zaavik turned again. Oh. So that's probably who she was talking about, huh? Nice. "I'll have you know I've finished puberty, thanks," he quipped with facetious humor laden with clear unease.
“I’m surprised you brought someone, I’d hate to see you lose another.”
Something told him that was the opposite of the truth. Given the Sith, though, that was probably very obvious. He was sweating again. This was all going to hell much faster than he was comfortable with. "So, uh-" Zaavik took a step back, and then another. "We're lookin' karked six ways from Sunday right now. Wh-what's the plan?"
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