What is In This Hex?

[Isaiah Dashiell]

Somewhere in Hex Q-38 Aboard the Ravager, Finality-Class Supertransport​

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The groan of the starship's hull and the slow drip of leaking coolant told him he was still in the cargo hold. The moans and muffled sobs of those around him reminded him he was still in hell. Like many of the people around him he'd been captured by a roving band of Twon Ketee Ravagers. He'd seen the species around before, working on shipyards or construction sites in the Outer Rim, and he'd heard the stories but he assumed the Ravagers had all but gone the way of the Taung. He shifted on the cold durasteel floor and stood up as lumbering footsteps came nearer. Somwhere off in another storage bin there were screams and the strange gurgling sound of the Twon Ketee's language as another person was snatched for a late night snack among the crew.

He could easily clear the wall if he used the Force to jump, but there was no way he'd get everyone out of here in one piece. Many had been here for weeks or months with limited food and water and were too weak to fight, even if they had training or the strength to lift the massive portable laser cannons the Twon Ketee used. He sighed and leaned up against the walls of the container and looked again to see if there was anything he could use to get out of this crummy situation. Mags was gonna pay him triple his normal hazard pay if he got out of this alive, that was for damn sure.

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[Formorta]

Formorta sat to the side, huddled in a blanked as her blood shot eyes scanned the area, when she had been hired to investigate some raider band posing as a slave and purposely getting captured was not what she had in mind. The Twon Ketee where a strange race to bear witness to, but in a sense where a ground of people that Formorta could relate with better then anyone else, the beasts extra limbs being a common trait shared between herself and them. Unfortunately that was where the similarities ended and their differences sprung up, mainly due to the whole slavery thing, a practice she detested greatly, heck such was one of the main reasons why she had taken the job in the first place.

So far things had gone smoothly, all she was doing now was waiting for the right time to put her plan in motion, the only thing was a strange man not sitting far from her current location. There did not seem to be anything special about the man, but he did not seem as distressed as the others around her. To be honest it made her wonder if the man was some sort of agent on a similar assignment, or at the least a decent fighter of some sort that knew of a way out in some manner. If the man had decent experience in warfare he may notice her own stern assessing the slave holdings and possible ways out.

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[SiRiDio]

Sitting on the west wall he had been here for one week he wasn't sure exactly where he was last he knew SiRiDio was hunting some minor Sith worshippers but he was captured, these beasts where dangerous four arms massive amounts of strength and even regen capabilities SiRiDio was caught off guard not knowing how dangerous they were. He was hungry a week without food and rarely sleep took a toll but it wouldn't stop him if he could find a way out, he could jump out but then he has to fight all these things without a lightsaber that wouldn't be fun. SiRiDio saw someone he feels is familiar he knew this person but he wasn't too sure it had been a while since they last met if that is really her they could be useful to each other in a situation like this.

[member="Formorta"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] |

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Formorta"] [member="SiRiDio"]

Also aboard the Vessel....

Jada walked calm and collected behind two of the Alien guards, dressed in her full get up. Silver whitish space suit, with carbon scores and dust stains. Helmet firmly sealed, and zero noticeable weapons on her person. What they did not realize was that she herself was the weapon, plus her armor had few built in tricks.

They stopped and pointed to a cell.

"This one?" She asked gruffly, vocabulator set to mimick a mans voice, with a Tatooine accent.

One of them garbled some alien at her, which her helmet translated.

"Yes this one. Now as you promised, we delivered and we want our half up front."

She grinned under her helmet. This was always the part she loved. She'd gotten in here posing as a bounty hunter, on a job to grab her mark. But that was just a cover. Folks over at 13th Rail had an interest, and she had an interest in the rumors that he was a fellow warden.

"Yeah uh...hold on.....damn where is my creds?" She asked fumbling about her pockets.

One of them stepped forwards, cocking his head at her.

Then she struck, pivoting on the ball of her foot, delivering her boot to his abdomen in a spinning kick.

One alien hit the wall with a satisfying crunch.

The second leveled his blaster.

She paused, hands at the high guard.

"Don't do it guy! It's gonna hurt you more than it hurts me!"

The alien guard hesitated for a second, and then made his decision. He fired, she pressed a button on her gauntlet activating a shiny energy buckler. The round flew back at him, grazing his leg.

She mopped up, sliding forwards and giving him a right hook, complete with a few thousand volts from her shock gloves.....

 

[Setter Ryburn]

Crap.

One minute, you're drinking alone in a bar, and then you get into a fight with a four armed guy- break three of them, and then get hit with a shock stick that sends you a fast pass to being passed out. What a day, what a day-

Setter, due to his transgressions against one of the crew members aboard the vessels, was especially poorly treated. He was currently, upside down, stripped down to his pants. And nothing else. They even took his shoes. His damn shoes! And his weapons. All of them. He was, by his estimation, going to be executed. The same one from the bar, came squalling at him, in his alien tongue. Setter just had to wait for the right time. Wait for him to get close- there were three of them. They had weapons, armor. Twelve arms, between them all.

They deserved a handicap, especially in a tight space. He could hear other prisoners, smell them too. But he was alone, in a separate, special murdery-kind of cell. The one from the bar got close- Setter lashed out, jabbing his thumbs into his eyes, digging them deep. He screamed a war cry, getting nice and into the brain parts. He smashed the Twon's mask with a hammerfist, sending the one with the broken wings reeling back.

He swung his entire body, suspended from the chains- into the other one in the cells. He smashed it against the hull, but he wasn't as strong as they were. Just smarter. They came at him, but Setter managed to wriggle out of the four armed death grip he was trying to get into. He reached up and dug his fingers under the mask- and rip. Two down, one to go. He rolled his body upwards, twisting the chain around his body, and was about a foot up- the Twon came at him, stupid little thing that he was... Setter came down hard, releasing the tension in the chain. His body, going significantly faster- smacked into the Twon. Gave Setter enough time to grab the shock stick he was probably going to shove into some not-so-nice places. He dug it into his neck, pulsing the alien with way too much juice. Once it smelled well done, and dead- Setter dropped the stick.

But he was still upside down.

He heard a commotion outside. A human female, humanish-maybe. Basic, at least. And a fight. And a zzzzt sound. Someone else was having a bad day.

"Ey lady! Get me out of here!"

Setter said, suspended mid air- with the three dead aliens, three stinky aliens- right at his nose.

[member="Jada Raxis"] l [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Syd Celsius]

Syd honestly didn't bear the Twon Ketee any ill will.

She didn't even know what they were.

What she did honestly hate however, was how...small the cell seemed.

She was stuck aboard the vessel, having been nabbed deliberately when she heard of people being kidnapped, one among the prisoners being a man she had been looking for for some time. She had quickly been stripped of her 451 Suit, and given a white prisoner jumpsuit by the guards, and had quickly been locked in a military grade prison cell and kept under heavy security, with a high strength force field blocking the only way in or out, with three Twon Ketee guards and heavy blaster rifles stationed outside after the medical scans revealed her to be composed of an unknown energy signature. She would give them credit...they didn't take chances.

Syd was kept in five point restraints, on a raised platform against the wall of her cell. She'd been put in an isolated section of the ship, away from the other prisoners. But she was not far from them. The walls were durasteel, about six inches thick, by her estimate. Getting out would not be a problem. Getting out without alerting security and bringing down a clearing unit of Twon Ketee on her would be jailors...that was slowly looking to be more and more difficult, if not impossible.

She heard two guards approaching from far away on the block she was on. There was a blaster turret mounted on the ceiling.

"So whats the story with that red head we got in three guards in riot gear on?" A man's voice, weathered and gutteral, echoed to her.

"Medical scans say 'Unknown Energy Signature'. She doesn't have a skeleton. Or organs. She's not human, whatever she is." A younger voice answered. "Heat reading is off the chart though. Sticks out like a clean-smelling Hutt."

"Why don't we just space her?"

"We could've but the warden thinks she might be valuable to the right sort of markets..."

"Experimentation?"

"Who knows? So many weird things out there these days, you can find a market for virtually anything," the younger, human guard in blue armor said as he approached the Falme Geist's cell.

"She done anything funny?" The older guard in all white armor asked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair in a military buzzcut and dark skin. The other, a man in his late twenties, with slightly fairer skin and completely dark haired but well combed shook his head.

"Nah...didn't even struggle. Hasn't said anything. Its creepy. She was wearing this nice, skintight body armor though. Custom job."

"We should space her." The older guard spoke firmly, taking a drag.

"She's got no weapons, and she didn't struggle. Why space her?" The younger one asked innocently.

"They always struggle. Always. Only persons who don't are the persons who planned to be here. We should space her."

"Maybe you're right but its not our call."

One of Syd's orange eyes, which complimented her fiery orange hair, twitched as the older guard took another drag. The flames sprang up large and swift flowing, consuming the cigarette for fuel, then feeding off the air as it covered the older man's left arm in flames he screamed as the flames caught the other man on the leg causing him to shoot his blaster rifle into an electrical conduit, sending exploding circuits and flaming bits of shrapnel into one of the Twon Ketee guards. Syd may have bore them no ill will but that did not change the fact they had unlawfully imprisoned her. Just like the Jedi.

It actually took more effort than normal. Double the effort in fact. Her claustrophobia made it difficult to push herself and focus, a trick that would have been simple out in the open was like threading a needle now...her focus had to be spot on.

The fires from the exploded conduit grew, spreading on the floor. The two guards were still screaming, the other three trying to figure out what was going on, when a spreading fire caught it by the foot, It accidentally discharged its blaster cannon into one of the emitters from her cell, creating more fire from the destroyed force field device.

The tall, bronze skinned woman picked that moment to use Force Phase to slip her restraints. She waved her hand, and a gout of fire from the blasted open emitter, traveled down the other devices still keeping her inside, the sudden heat from flames rushing into the ventillation of the emitters caused them to quickly fail, and Syd stepped out while the other guards were trying to put out the fires on each other, but as she increased the heat of the flames around them, forcing them into the fire suppression systems so she would not get a nasty surprise, the strain of her mind fighting her own claustrophobia making a normally advanced parlor trick strain her reserves. She banished the flames on the burning guards armor as they lost consciousness, reducing the fires around them so they would not burn alive. She walked through the fires, her jumpsuit catching ablaze and rapidly burning off but doing no harm to her as the alarm klaxon sounded. She had memorized the route getting here, and immediately walked calmly, slowly down the prison passages naked, using Force Phase to enter a cell with only a durasteel door with a built in slot for observation when she sensed an incoming mass of danger that turned out to be a squad of riot guards passing through the route she had just been using. Exerting her mind again, she phased through the door, offput by the enclosed confines. Her fist clenched as she saw the wretches stuck in the military block. Some were being deliberately starved. The lights overhead flickered as she continued on her route to the prisoner contraband office, a large storage bay full of categorized items from multiple prisoners. She looked around for the metal box her gear had been put in, and quickly grabbed a vibro knife and sliced its hinges off, and pulled out her red and gold combat suit which had a strange metallic sheen to it due to its heat resistant properties.

Quickly dressing, Syd felt a minor amount of normalcy return, the gold colors concentrated on the upper torso in the front, the arms, and the legs, with a golden belt bearing the Jedi Order's symbol--a relic of an age when she had followed her creators without question. Now a harsh reminder of the consequences of trusting others too deeply.

She exited the office, watching four Twon Ketee guards approach, and quickly used the Force to float above and fly silently over them due to the increased height of the passages compared to the cells. The alarm klaxon was blaring hard as she float-landed on the the ground, turning towards a passage in the large cargo hold, sensing weak life. Though her emotions were dulled, they twisted in revulsion as she walked past some of the makeshift cargo cells, seeing the conditions of the prisoners. Her fists clenched tighter and as the six-foot red-head, whose hair went all the way down to the small of her back spotted four Twon guards in an alerted status, patrolling down one route in the makeshift, open air cells, the stink of which got to her, blasts of fire erupted from her hands as her eyes glowed with a fiery orange light. Any Force adept would sense her immediately, as her streams of fire hit the guards, the four armed beings flailing around as she amped up the fire, the slightly more open space allowing her better concentration as she quickly extinguished the flames once she felt them die. As she did, so, her insticts took hold as she sensed the presence of a Dark Sider among these wretches. The urge to find him and do what she was made to was strong, but Syd ignored it for the sake of pragmatism: She needed the assistance of others to overcome these defences.

She sensed another Force User, this one not so dark as the other, yet both in the same area. She headed toward the large cell, used Force Flight to reach the top of the wall and balance on it. She stared at [member="Formorta"], [member="SiRiDio"], and [member="Isaiah Dashiell"].

"Hi there...who wants to do an old fashioned prison break? I personally can't stand this place and I have only been here half an hour." She said, her accent Corellian like that of her creators.

 

[SiRiDio]

Looking up towards the female who had talked of escape not wanting to stay here and be killed from starvation or other means his strength was low at this moment in time but death was a good motivator. Getting to his feet he leaped up the wall using the force " Not a fan of staying here anymore, whats your plan of attack you got any weapons I can borrow " he had been calm while in this prison to keep his identity hidden but now it was time to fight his anger would start to build his hate for these creatures would shift his allegiance in the force his presence would become darker like days gone by. Usually, he did not use the Darkside he understood that it blinded the user and he did not want to be the monster he was before but it takes a monster to fight other monsters.

[member="Syd Celsius"] |

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

The smell of burning flesh wafted over the bin he was in. A couple in the far corner cowered together as the sound of fighting intensified. He'd been here long enough to know that fights rarely ended well for anyone who went up against these four armed beasts. He sighed and leaned harder against the cool metal and closed his eyes, allowing the Force to flow through him and paint a clearer picture of what he needed to do to move forward...And then a woman flew over the container's lip.

"I would yeah-" His words were cut off by a blaring alarm.

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For a bounty hunter it seemed the woman had missed the most important part of the job.

Reading the dossier.

The two Twon Ketee. While there probably wasn't much the two blazing heaps could do but scream in pain as their cypernetics melted into their flesh, the other two were recovering from the blows [member="Jada Raxis"] had dealt. The loud sound of bones snapping back into place echoed and the low hum of cybernetics filled the air. The first downed heap stood up, and though its face was covered by a mask the single red photoreceptor began to glow brightly as a gurgled roar escaped the small cavity below his neck. He stood at an awkward angle, several ribs broken, a maybe a lung punctured...But none of that mattered. These beasts were closely related to the Gen'dai and so as his bones snapped back into place one by one the pressure was released.

He breathed raggedly.

The shock gloves definitely did a number on the second guard's cybernetics. His body slumped for a moment as the lights and servos sputtered before reactivating. His six red photoreceptors also began glowing bright red and one of his hands flew out to grab the woman at her throat, though with the size of his hands it might as well have been her entire head.

A guard at the far side of the room slammed his hand against a red button and alarms began blaring. Blast doors began shutting and half a dozen more Twon Ketee lumbered onto the catwalks above the open topped storage units, some holding a blaster rifle in each hand, others holding massive modified starfighter-class laser cannons.

Four upstarts were all it took to ruin dinner time.

One grunted and spat out of the strange mouth in his throat. Another growled, then roared and blaster fire from above rained down on the intruder that had decided she was going to try and punch her way through a ship filled the with 4-armed monsters.

@SiRiDio @Syd Celsius [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]​

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Near Both of You​

The Twon got back up and she felt her jaw drop.

"Well then, ain that some chit."

Somewhere some one was screaming to be released.

"Working on it."

Then they opened fire. She raised her gauntlet again, projecting one Ancile Shield. Her other gauntlet made a fist activating a second shield. As the bolts came in, she redirected them, making sure at least one met its mark in the Twon Ketee's face. It fell with a smoking crater in it's head. More of them were coming, and she knew there was limited time.

One arm worked furiously to repel bolts from all sides including the catwalk, whilst she zigged and zagged for cover. It wouldn't last long, but she only needed a few more seconds. Her brown eyes scanned the area through her face-plate. At some point, she'd have to get up on the catwalk and take out those big boys with the starfighter cannons.

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Probably sooner than later.​

And the point was punctuated as one of them grazed her shoulder, knocking her off balance and into a wall. She recovered, gritting her teeth to ignore the burning feeling of armor slagged into flesh...

"Drone Activate, Standing instructions, Open cells, ALL."​

The Xayinas Class Slicer Droid hummed to life, repulsors buzzing and detached from the back of her armor, where it'd been in hiding. As it moved and began to slice, reams of data and random symbols made it down the left side of her HUD. She pressed her attack, sliding her left foot forwards, right foot back and then sprinting. Her Chakram Shield came online in her left clenched fist. She sprinted, tossed the thing like a Frisbee, and slid, feet first into the second guard. The Chakram exploded blue spiderwebs, stunning him.

Her next punches were not so nice.

"Ungh!"

Two savage uppercuts to the groin. Shock gloves full juice. Right arm though, cuz the left shoulder was pretty beat up.

I really need more protection in this thing....​

 

[Formorta]

She had kind of wanted to keep things silent during this whole operation, but things had gone south really quickly, well not south but more like 'what the kark'. Several new entities seeming to suddenly appear in the playing field, causing one slightly confusing situation to suddenly be in but at the same time the somewhat perfect distraction.

As the fire fight began Formorta used it as a chance to get away from the slave storage, quickly scaling up the walls and onto the roof, moving monkey bar style, eyes focused on the Twon shooting at [member="Jada Raxis"]. Why she had shown up Formrota did not know, was it something the 13th rail set up? honestly she was surprised that organization was still around. Regardless it was at least one friendly face to pick up on during the heat of the situation, one could always make mistakes with friend and foe.

Getting to the rampart where the gunners where stations she attempting to deliver a swift kick to the closest Twon, maybe make a domino effect on the large beast, or just enough to make them drop the oversize laser cannon. Though some would have problems wielding it Formorta was no stranger to large weapons, her anti-armor sniper rife being a similar size to the Twon weaponry.

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Setter Ryburn"]

 

[Milo Corr]

Never accept a drink from a stranger.

As chaos broke out, one body shifted among the others, pushing itself away from the wall it had rested upon. A sandy-haired man rose, eyes wide with confusion, and covered in the putrid scent of vice. The commotion had torn him from his sleep. With a sharp breath he tried to take it all in, before memories were unleashed at once upon his hazed mind. Milo had been here for, at most, three days, passing in and out of slumber to kill the time if nothing else. Possessing not the mind of a soldier, nor any sort of natural intuition, all of his attempts at concocting his freedom ended at the barrel of a blaster. No, he would just as the others do and sit, wait, and hope they were not the next to be taken away.

His pupils began to focus, a bolt wrenching him from this thoughts, and narrowed upon the figure which climbed their way out with seeming ease. He waved his hands about, a meager attempt to get their attention as they engaged themselves with the four-limbed creatures. "H-hey! Get me out of here!" The man shifted in his dingy jacket, watching the figure closely with dismay, hoping his words had been loud enough to pierce through the oppressive veil of blaster fire and alarms.

Looking to the others the vagabond merely let out a sigh, rummaging through his empty pockets. Dirty fingers wrapped around a single imperial credit. What a pleasant surprise.

@Formorta @Isaiah Dashiell

 

[Syd Celsius]

Close to: Isaiah, SiRiDio, Formorta and Jada.


Syd controlled her disgust as [member="SiRiDio"] leapt to the top. Baby steps, Syd. Can't go killing every Darksider that walks up to you these days, Syd thought.

It was soooo tempting, though...

"We need to disable their tractor beam, everything except gravity and life support. We need to get to engineering, then fight our way to the bridge. As for weapons...you have me..." Syd replied grimly, but loud enough for [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] as all the cell blocks opened thanks to [member="Jada Raxis"]. [member="Formorta"] leaped over the wall easily and Syd covered her by sending two fire balls into guards approaching from the other side about to take aim.

"ALERT MULTIPLE SUBJECTS HAVE ESCAPED CONTAINMENT. REPEAT, MULTIPLE SUBJECTS HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT." The P.A. system announced. "SUBJECT TEN HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT. MULTIPLE KIA'S. REPEAT, MULTIPLE KIA'S.

"Nerfherders didn't even bother to get my name..." Syd grumbled, hearing the alarm and seeing more of the forearmed lumbering brutes sending blaster cannon fire her direction, forcing her to fly off the top of the storage wall, flying very fast over them before they could react and conjured a larger, wider blast of fire that she sent their way as she landed behind them. The large, wide jet of flame bathed the guards in fire, dousing them in wave after wave of heat. They went down quickly, and Syd forced the flames on their corpses to travel into nearby fire extinguishers, bursting and frying them from within, the rest back to her hands, where she carried the flames, making an already metallic sheened combat suit shimmer with flickering orange light as four more Twon Ketee guards lumbered into the large storage area, flanked by multiple human guards, some armed with slug throwers. Syd sent a large, wide twister of flame their way, having to focus twice as hard as she advanced, her emotions as to her primary method of attack dulled. She simply regarded it as doing what she was made for. She hadn't been twisted from a smoke demon into this just so she could fire blasters. Guards scrambled for cover to avoid her fire jets, the Ketee being quicker than they looked as they dodged her blasts and sent blaster fire her way, making her cease her fire attacks and fly upward a high speed towards a cat walk, where she was surprised by another guard, from behind as she landed, the cannon fire hitting close to the metal platform as the guard pulled out a blaster pistol and fired point blank at her head.

Instead of bursting open, the flesh on her face, rippled from the impact, the enchantments that held her psychic shell together absorbing the energy, vein-like orange lines spreading across her face then disappearing. It only stung as she rushed forward grabbing the guard's wrists, concentrating. He screamed as his flesh sizzled, Syd then head-butting him and leaving a nasty burn on his forehead, knocking him out

Blaster cannon fire punched dangerously close, and Syd, already somewhat drained both due to the effort it took to use her powers in confined areas, as well as having not had access to a real heat source for a while, was soon running across the catwalk to avoid the incoming slug throwers, diving off the catwalk and using Force Flight to shoot across them, dodging their blasters in mid air and landing in the middle of them, where she immediately attacked the Ketee first, blasting them with flames that she immediately forced to travel around her, the other guards scramble, but not before one got a shot off.

Syd gasped as a bullet hit her from behind, dropping to one knee, a bright orange light emerging from the wound, and second and third one hit her shoulder and 'knee'. Had she organs and a skeleton, these would have been incapacitating wounds. Lethal wounds. As such, all it meant was that her shell would eventually break down without sustainance. Still hurt badly though, and Syd felt her very spirit weaken, even as the flames that had hit the Ketee guards had also transferred to some of the human ones, and as she struggled to rise, she barely caught one Ketee still standing and sent a piece of shrapnel created by its panicked fire into its throat with telekinesis, though she barely managed it, given the kind of pain she was in. She rose, barely summoning the strength to phase through another makeshift prison wall, which accelerated the degeneration of her shell due to the stress. Orange cracks of light spread painfully across her face, wisps of flame escaping as she hit the floor, other prisoners scrambling away as armor piercing rounds and blaster bolts punched through the flimsy metal prison. Syd struggled up to her feet, the cracks on her face spreading further, spreading dangerously. She saw a grenade tossed over the wall, swatted it back with telekinesis, slapping the cell door shut with her mind to allow for at least some cover. It detonated on the other side, blasting the door to the makeshift cell open causing what few prisoners were inside with her huddling in fear to moan even more in terror, before Syd got up, feeling her shell began to break down even faster. She had to find fire now.

Fortunately, the grenade had created quite a few number of fires on the other side. And as the other, still healthy prisoners rioted, trying to overwhelm the other guards, Syd launched another blast of fire, setting four more guards ablaze, part of her jaw breaking down, revealing bright orange wisps of flame, eminating from her face, as she sweapt a wide jet of fire at a corridor entrance, sending three Twon guards retreating from the severe heat. She got behind cover, her jaw having nearly dissolved, her flame blasts growing pencil thin and weak as the blaster cannon shot started to blast apart the cell wall she hid behind. Her eyes glowing orange as she spotted a blown, burning fuse box.

Half her face started to dissolve in flames as she ignited the flames and sent them out with a waning strength towards the guards, Her shell badly worn down by this point. But the flames did the trick, the guards burned.

Syd staggered away from the other rioters, found a large blaze created by corpses, that grenade blast, and Syds fire. Smoke and flames mixed in one corridor, and Syd dived into the flames, letting the moving particles mend the damage she had sustained, other prisoners looking at her in fascination and horror as they ran by, her jaw and face restoring itself after a solid minute, Feeding off the heat to restore her strength and the flames around her rapidly dwindled and vanished after that minute as she kept alert for threats.

Finally she rose, looking to find that zabrak and Isaiah, and instead found more Twon Ketee entering the cell block and aiming cannons at Jada.

"LADY! BEHIND YOU!" Syd yelled at Jada, too busy being forced behind cover to avoid bullets. Flames were still spreading and she phased through a cell wall to avoid more gunfire, phasing through the wall on the other side and taking flight, zipping by and drawing the guards fire to keep it off her temporary comrades, gliding like a bird through the air blaster bolts and bullets flying in her direction.

 

[SiRiDio]

Realizing this new woman is overconfident he would slip away attempting to escape and or find someone more correct for an escape partner being overconfident was an issue he had in the past these days were gone he knew not to take these creatures lightly. Using his martial skill he made his way around stealthily feeling a presence he would like to meet, making his way towards his friend/foe she might not remember him. Before he could think much more he was attacked by one of the creatures using Teras Kasi and Rek'dul he would dodge and slip attacks then counter-attacking knowing he could not beat these creatures in a physical strength match he would attack knee joints, elbows, eyes, throat. Dodging another attack he kicked one of the creature's knee's from a side position causing it to become unbalanced before jumping on the creatures back using his feet to push off the creature causing him to fall as SiRiDio leaped backward onto some ducting which he would use to escape from it for now.

[member="Formorta"] | [member="Syd Celsius"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Setter Ryburn"] |

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Milo Corr"] [member="SiRiDio"] [member="Syd Celsius"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Formorta"]

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Cell Block, Near Everyone​

A lot of things were going on and she lost track. From the two screaming to be released to the flame woman coming up behind her. She decided to do what she did best, and offer some degree of protection to the two unfortunate souls. At a minimum the cell doors were down and the drone was busy hacking a firewall. She shoved the Twon Keete's large frame off her and held up both palms, closing her eyes.

Focus....Breathe.....​

The Ancille shields returned to he gauntlets and collapsed, replaced by a glowing blue bubble that she began to grow, to encapsulate the area. Then she moved, holding the barrier as rounds of blaster fire skittered off of it, ricocheting around the room.

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Feth this is more dangerous than I.... wait is that Formorta?​

She recognized the fellow operative from the 13th by her moves. No one else in the galaxy moved quite the way she moved.

"Formorta, get the guy that's hung up, and the other one screaming!"

Another round impacted the force barrier, jarring her. She could feel her body getting hot under her suit, and moved her head this way and that, HUD marking targets on her 360 radar in the upper left quadrant.

She had to find her target, Dashiell or whatever they called him.

Hope he's worth it...​

The Shield would hold and protect anyone in it... for now.

Meanwhile the drone kept working, wriggling it's way into the auto-defense systems, re calibrating cannons....