A pair of smugglers had broken away from the inner yard and started toward the gate, evidently intent upon reinforcing the men already converging upon Gario. One was a broad-shouldered Nikto with a battered blaster carbine held tight against his chest, the weapon's finish worn pale around the grip from years of use. His companion was a lean Human in a weather-stained jacket, one hand hovering near the heavy pistol strapped low against his thigh as he craned his head toward the commotion beyond the tall swamp grass.
Neither appeared particularly concerned with what might be behind them as
Gario Galahad
had garnered their immediate attention. Braze seemed to simply
materialize just behind them.
Braze capitalized upon their attention being fixed elsewhere and slipped between them before either smuggler had properly registered the pale-haired figure emerging from the mist. A subtle push of the Force sent one stumbling into the other, tangling them together long enough for Braze to ghost past and deeper into the compound.
Gario already had his hands occupied with the Zabrak, as Braze's gaze shifted upward when movement along one of the guard towers caught his attention.
High above the yard, another smuggler had dropped to one knee behind the rusted railing. The rifleman was an older Weequay wrapped in a faded utility vest, leveling a long blaster rifle resting against the edge of the tower as he settled the stock firmly against his shoulder. The barrel tracked steadily across the compound until it began to settle upon Gario below....
Braze's hand lifted with the slightest curl of his fingers creating an invisible grip seized the rifle near its muzzle and ripped it violently sideways just as the Weequay was settling upon his shot. The weapon lurched against his grasp, wrenching his aim clear of Gario and nearly dragging him against the railing with it.
Braze had darted beneath the tower and caught the lower support, scaling the weathered framework with swift, leaping movements while the rifleman fought to regain control of his weapon. By the time the Weequay managed to wrench it back toward himself, Braze was already hauling himself over the upper platform when the rifle came around.
Braze caught the side of it before the barrel could find him squarely and with a sharp twist, he drove the weapon aside before he tore it from the man's grasp and sent it clattering across the metal decking. Rather than remain there to trade blows, Braze drove him backwards over the railing on the opposite side with a kick, shoving him away, and leaving the gunman disarmed and the immediate threat to Gario removed.
From this height, however, Braze could finally see considerably more of the compound. The young knight's green gaze swept across the rusted rooftops before settling upon an open loading bay along the side of the warehouse.
An odd sight caught his attention... Someone was running....
A thin Duros in a stained gray work coat hurried through the loading entrance, clutching a datapad against his chest with both hands as though the little device mattered considerably more than whatever was happening outside. He kept looking back over one shoulder, moving with the unmistakable urgency of someone who had decided that whatever was stored upon that datapad could not be allowed to fall into the 'wrong hands'.
He looked back to
Gario Galahad
,
" There's a runner," He said pointing off in that direction.
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