Shadow Lord
Braze watched the market come apart in shrieking sheets of durasteel and permacrete, glass spilling through the air like frozen rain.
He spun his blade in a lazy flourish, cutting through the larger bits of debris that flew toward him, shearing them in twain. The Sith was already retreating, fleeing from the diminutive half-Echani as if afraid, somehow, that the waif that was Braze might rough him up too badly in a purely physical confrontation.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone talk a big game, only to run off and cower behind the posturing of lackluster taunts, and he was certain it wouldn't be the last.
The pretty little jewled Eye was snapped shut, and the hush broke.
The Force rushed back into him hard enough to make his teeth ache, and he could feel the sensation pulse from the very core of his bones. Time slowed to a crawl as he enacted several Force powers in tandem, beginning with Force Speed, propelling his motion into action at a terrifying pace.
He dropped low, abandoning his charge the instant the walls began to collapse inward. One hand rose, fingers splayed, to spoil the ruin's path, catching the immense weight of what was breaking apart.
A shove here, a twist there… just enough to turn that perfect, overwhelming crushing force of thousands of pounds of permacrete, durasteel, and glass that had been torn free from the buildings lining this section of the Market District into a collapsing mess, controlled and precise, sparing any civilians foolish enough to remain.
He held the weight suspended until they cleared the area, then let it fall aside.
Braze slipped through the chaos on instinct, his cloak tearing where jagged metal grazed too close, as he twirled his blade at the perfect angle to cut aside any further debris sent his way, splitting each section apart so it passed harmlessly to either side.
Thankfully, it would seem that
Saram Kote
and
Odom Orzmod
had done their job. He was thankful he'd chosen such a competent team and was greatful for all they did to help in this task and stand against the vile atrocitie sof the sith.Now all
Sergeant Omen
and
Silas Westgard
needed to do was ensure they got the freed slaves out and off-planet.His attention shifted to the civilians trapped in the market's ruin, bodies scrambling beneath falling signs and shattered rails. The Sith didn't seem interested in a fight, only in throwing a tantrum with the surrounding architecture.
Braze rose, pale hair dusted gray from the debris clouds, and drew the Force around the nearest bystanders instead. A shimmering barrier rippled into place, braced between them and the next wave of falling debris.
Braze's comm opened to the team, silent to any opne not in their encrypted comms, and not heard outside his helm, voice low and clipped beneath the groaning sounds of bending metal and falling debris.
"
Sergeant Omen
, move them now. Don't wait for me. Get the freed people on their feet, pair the weak with anyone who can walk, and push for the extraction route. No heroics, and no waiting on me; Go go go !"A harsh breath cut through the channel as dust rolled across the market with the sound of another crash.
"
Silas Westgard
, if you can hear me, I need cover on the evac lane. Smoke, shields, suppressing fire, anything that keeps eyes off the civilians. The Sith is tearing the district apart for attention; don't give him bodies to use as leverage."His gaze lifted through the ruin, pale hair streaked gray with powdered stone.
"Everyone else, priority is extraction. Mark the wounded, clear debris where you can, and keep moving. If the path breaks, find another. Do not bunch up, do not stop to watch, and do not engage him unless necessary; extraction takes priority over the fight."
He took but a breath, "He wants attention. Don't give it to him. Get our people out."
Braze maintained the massive Force barrier, pouring his strength and energy reserves into the effect as he took on the burden of guarding their people and redirecting broken architecture.
