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[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Some food," he muttered. If there was one way to put Trextan - and his infinite appetite - on the back foot it was to threaten his food supply.

Trextan glanced down at her bruises. He stood up and broke left. He moved quickly, drawing the Force around him like a cloak. It made him light on his feet, gave him the balance to move between the remaining men one by one.

That had been the plan, but the last two heard his work and turned to face him as he rounded one of the grounded ships. Trextan ducked under one blaster bolt and threw his saber.

He didn't aim to kill, the silver blade instead striking the hull of the ship and sending down a shower of sparks to keep them distracted so that he could draw and fire his stun blaster.

He quickly rushed around the ship and back down the path Kyra should have been on. He heard a growl and several soft slaps.

Two of the slavers were down, but they had been in a group and the third had Kyra by the neck with both hands, pinning her against a tree. Her blows struck hard but the man was determined to keep his grip. Trextan felt a flash of fear and rushed on.

The sound of Trextan's metal fist striking the back of his head was loud. As soon as the slaver released Kyra and sunk, Trextan followed. He dropped a knee onto the man's neck, pressed the blaster to his chest and fired a stun round into him at point blank range.

Trextan's body jerked, getting a shock from the blast, but the man went entirely limp. He slowly stood up and waggled the fingers of his prosthetic hand.

"Metal hands are good for punching," he declared, not knowing she had lost an arm.

Her gaze, however, was not particularly thankful.

 

[Jem Fossk]

"I had that," Kyra rasped, around the burn of her throat. And yet her right eye already showed signs of swelling. Her knuckles were bloody and split. It was not quite the jedi training he had grown up with. On closer inspection she barely seemed to use the force at all.

She shoved the collapsed man off her legs and stepped around him. A man appeared around the hull of the ship, timid yet daring as he held a makeshift chair back in his hand. 'Oh," she declared softly, holding her empty hands up. "It's ok, we came to help."

The man showed his own signs of a fist fight, at least a few days old. He looked around the egg size wallop on his head, checking his peripheral. "You did this?"

Kyra gave a grim smile. "Guess you didn't need much help getting past them after all. You uh, ready to all get out of here?"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"I had that," Kyra rasped, around the burn of her throat.

"Yeah, you did..." Trextan replied. He was being serious, but what he didn't say left an obvious gap. That there was no good reason to let her take more bruising on the outside for the pride on the inside.

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Trextan stepped across the open space towards Kyra. He wiped grease from his hands with a rag as he walked. High above the a pair of orange lights streaked away.

Trextan was no mechanic, but he had picked up a little over the last few years. He had been willing to pitch in to carry out some basic work to get the ships off the ground.

He sat down on an overturned log near the Zeltron, half-tucking the rag into a pocket at his thigh.

"Couldn't get that Corellian shuttle in the air," he said. "I'm not sure we can get yours spaceworthy either. We can hide yours, move over any valuables to my ship. Give you a ride or Oorn Tchis? We can probably hire someone with a freighter big enough to get your ship to a repair sock."