Private The Bright Knight and The Man in White

[The Man in White]

Zabka nodded at Starlin Rand .

"Slow, eh? Definite T'sid move..." he remarked without even realizing what he had said, too lost in the familiarity of the tactic.

It brought up all sorts of memories.

As they rounded the corner, Zabka concentrated, and a strange aqua colored conformal field of energy surrounded their bodies.

Jen had only seen Zabka kill a few times before, but it had always been isolated incidents.

The Droids were just as surprised, but they were caught in the slow field and their movements were greatly reduced in speed.

Zabka's sweep of the area had a punctualism to it. A finality. The bolts from his repeating pistol came out in controlled bursts, Jen's disruptor fire vaping one and his shots downing two others, one fired a bolt but his instincts were so honed to tie the force to firearms use that, like a Gray Paladin, he was able to fire his own bolts to deflect theirs as though it were a lightsaber.

Zabka gunned down four more, but one had managed to send out a distress signal...

 

[Starlin Rand]

“More are coming!” Starlin exclaimed.

Despite their successful offensive, one of the soldiers must’ve managed to send out a distress signal. As the sewers flooded with reinforcements, their life force appearing like pinpricks along Starlin’s Force sense, he ushered his parents in the opposite direction with a sweep of his arm.

“I’d rather not get penned in here. There are multiple ways out—let’s go!”

He ran towards an alternate exit, a manhole cover accessible via a rusty ladder. With the Force he blasted the lid off, climbing up into the fresh air and then reaching down to help up Jen. They were being followed, of course—more clone soldiers were shooting at them even as Jen’s legs disappeared through the hole.

“Dad! Take my hand!” Starlin thrust his arm down to grab Zabka and lift him out.

The Man in White​