Catch and Release?

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

8 galactic standard years ago.
Corellia, Coronet City.
CorSec Central Jail. Interrogation cell 11.

Spoiler

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''FETH. YOU. CorSec-swi-''

The open fist from the right hit her cheek hard and caused her blue skin to darken. Her hands briskly tied behind the back rest of the simple chair made out of cold metal, she could not d anything other than to endure it. Once again, that was. She had been in custody once before, eye to eye with CorSecs interrogation officers, some more harsh than others.

As with most of the cells, it were small and had bare floors and walls. Dull and grey colored. Other than the interrogation officer, there was a guard standing at ease at the door. The chair which she sat in and a table in front of it filled up the otherwise empty room. That huge fish-like bounty hunter of sorts had captured her and turned her in, he was probably enjoying those credits offered by the CorSec right now. She had failed, she knew that and cursed herself for not doing better in that alley a couple of days ago. She had her hopes that Mitch and the others would be looking for her right now.

Her black pupils draw themselves together by the bright light aimed at her, making her fiery yellow glowing irises even bigger. Jaw clenched together and with deep angered breaths she looked back up at the male officer. If eyes could kill, he would have dropped dead right there and then. The thoughts running through her mind were dark as the deepest black hole in Wild Space, wicked and cruel. She would remember his looks, burnt into her vision.

''Is that all you got? One could think that your wife have thought you how to hit!'' she spitted forth and this time were met with a clenched right fist, making her groan faintly and remain tilted to the side for a second. A spittle of mixed saliva and blood left her lavender lips and landed on the bare grey floor. She focused her mind to endure the harsh treatment. The similarity of being in the ring with hits and kicks flying in the air were apparent, only this time she were not able to return the favour but she knew she could take alot. After all, as the police authority they could not kill her.

The officer took a hold around her cheek and swiftly turned her face up close to his. She pierced her gae through his and did not budge.

''Names, twi'lek scum! Who is he?!'' he yelled right into her face. They had so little patience when it came to this, easily becoming all upset and yelling. It was fun and sad at the same time. Weak and naive beings that had some kind of vision to break the criminal groups that more or less governed the Blue Sector and other spread out areas of Coronet. Too rooted and too big of a task for a pathetic authority as CorSec. She did not know wether to laugh of to cry to the thought, but offered the officer an emotionless grin before spitting on the floor in front of his feet.

''You'll never get anything out of me... You're dead meat...'' she stated in a cold and calm, threatening fashion.

''... I'd like to see it. Maybe I get the pleasure of doing it myself...'' she continued, her smile widen.

''Do what, alien? Are you threatening me?'' the officer replied in frustration. She looked up at him in silence, a small grin and a look into her eyes revealed that she thought of the ways to prolong the officers fate...

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[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: CORONET CITY
8 GALACTIC STANDARD YEARS AGO

It was bad business for a bounty hunter to break a deal for a few credits.

Whatever the target offered, however much they pleaded, you couldn't go back on the contract. If you did, and did it too often, an aspiring bounty hunter could find their reputation tainted. No one wanted to hire a hunter that couldn't be trusted to get the job done. They might as well find someone else.

This was Ghorua's mindset. Perhaps he blew it out of proportion; it was difficult to run background checks, and a small-time bruiser like him likely had no reputation at all, and may never. He could've probably taken the money Tan had offered, and walked away, with little to no repercussions. But he hadn't. Because wouldn't break a deal for a few credits.

But additional contracts was a different story entirely. Going toe-to-toe against a former client for a new job would signal that his loyalties were connected to his contracts, making him, oddly, more trustworthy.

As an added bonus, he would give a group he'd grown to dislike a piece of his mind. Or perhaps a piece of their mind. A little over there, and a little over there...

Ghorua had something he hadn't when he'd stumbled across Tan'yill; time. With time came preparation. He'd studied the layout of CorSec Central Jail, he'd bribed a dirty guard to let him in, and most importantly, he came fully equipped.

His heavy black durasteel armor was a sight to behold. Enormous, with inch-thick plates protecting nearly his entire body. His large gatler balanced on his back, grenades on his bandolier, and a few extra tools in case things got sticky. Considering what he was doing here, he figured things would get sticky real quick.

With the exchange of credits and a subtle nod, Ghorua was let in the back, and escorted into the building.

Can't wait to see the look on her face.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

''Unlock the cuffs and I'll show you...'' she said in a low voice, after a moment of intense stare battle. The officer gave away a chuckle and a shake to his head when he stood up, breaking their stare. She could see he was frustrated and searched for ways to get the young but unexpectedly tough and unyielding twi'lek to break together and begin to talk. Pushing, hitting, yelling and threatening did little on her. Naturally, CorSec could not use the measures that they used. It was fortunate for her and unfortunate for them.

This was what the Blue Sector could do to people. If you stumbled in the, from the authorities point of view, wrong direction, it was very easy to just continue walking that path. A path that offered so much more than the dull lives of so called, ''honest'' people. The costs of such a life were high, but so was the rewards that came with the sacrifice and efforts.

She watched as the officer walked back and forth in front of the solid table, arms crossed and a hand scratching the chin in contemplation.

''Stay here. I'm gonna make a call.'' he said suddenly to the guard and left the room out to the corridor, the door shut closed after him.

Still being close-bitten, a deep inhale and exhale left her through the nose and helped her loosen up some tense muscles from the earlier hits. She were clad in corrections clothes, a one size too big white t-shirt and a pair of grey trousers. Simple white shoes.

She did not spare much than a quick casual glance at the guard who stood silent at the door. The armament on most of the guards were just stun batons, to reduce the risk of being threatened with their own guns in the event of a blindside. There were police officers in the facility too but the station and the jail were in different parts of the building. At this time of the late night, many of them were also out and the majority of the other arrested were asleep.

The door opened again and the officer quickly walked over to her.

''It's enough for today, 'lek-scum. Rest asure, we'll continue in the morning.''

He took her under an arm and harshly pulled her up onto the feet before leading her to the door, the guard opening it and grabbed her other arm. They could continue all they wanted, soon someone would find out where she were and bust her out.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

The time was sooner than she realized.

The guard led the enormous form of Ghorua through the CorSec security, as if bringing him in for another consultation. He was met with minimal resistance; they had already seen him around, of course. Still, Ghorua could feel each angry glare and bigoted upturn of the nose as he went. He'd gotten the same treatment before.

He'd show them what he did to bad clients. Then, perhaps they wouldn't send their non-human hunters into dangerous situations without properly briefing them.

He'd done his reading. It wasn't the first time a cocky bounty hunter had been gunned down in the streets for being unprepared.

It made killing them sit better in his stomach.

He was walking down a hallway when he saw her.

She was being roughly led out of a room, grabbed by the arm by a smarmy-looking man. She looked pretty roughed up, the kind of roughed up that would get someone arrested on Coruscant. The kind of roughed up that deserved to be answered. He narrowed his eyes. He had to make this look good.

"Gave me quite the chase, you and your friend," he said, the hint of malice in his tone as he approached. The guard escorting her did nothing as he stepped up, and planted a fist in her gut. All considering, it was a weak punch, but it looked good.

Then, he opened his fist, and passed off a scramble key.

"That's what you deserve." He chuckled evilly, but the context of his words had completely changed. "I'll be coming for you soon enough."

Then, he continued walking.

Ever the showman, Ghorua the Fish.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Weak, yet forceful enough to look genuine. It felt kind of genuine too, making her groan as it hit. The guard held her up straight and the officer smirked in malicious-joy.

Having her in custody were a great enough achievement and pleasure to the local CorSec office. Even if she haven't said anything, yet as they thought. She had slipped through their fingers more than once, in ways both cruel and cold as they were smart and clever. Having her in stun-cuffs on her back were a mandatory precaution outside the cell. It shocked many that a twi'lek, usually performing in some sleazy revealing attire at a nightclub or being used as slaves in the Outer Rim could be this unmerciful without remorse.

She looked up at the towering and armored figure, the height and shape of him told her that it was that karking laserbrain of a bounty hunter that brought her here. What he said confirmed it. Her yellow glowing eyes tried to pierce what she thought was the optics of the armor, but her gaze broke to the side for a moment. Those beatings and the time spent here had taken a toll on her, the fiery wrath inside her having been dulled. On some occasions, it came to this on the outside too, but everyone who knew her knew that it boiled deep inside her.

''You could try, fish... They won't serve any sea food here, so... I'll be having wicked cravings when I get out...'' she stated metaphoricaly in a low but certain tone before sparing him another angry glance and the guard pushed her forward past him. The officer gave the towering bounty hunter a dismissing and slightly haughty look. To some officials, bounty hunters were a necessary evil. When not doing contracts, they were sometimes looked down upon.

The escort took a right turn and and a few cells down were hers to the right. The guard swiped a key-card and the metal lattice door opened with a rustle. He gave her a push in the back before closing the door with a clonk. She backed up against the door and the cuffs were taken off through the lattice before they left without much of a word. She thought she heard ''sleep well'' or something coming from the officer, but she ignored it. The corridor lights were dimmed down to the lowest and it went quiet. She arched her neck a bit, and a sigh left her. The simple bunk looked so much better than it realy was and she crashed onto her back into it.

That was when something fell out of her pocked, she looked down in slight surprise and took the device up. It was one of those lock-picking devices that burglars used to carry, she had not used one herself but where did it come from? The thought left her qiuet as she laid in the bed and examined the device. The guard? The fish? Could he have handed it over in the punch?

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[Ghorua the Shark]

That was the best comeback she could muster? They really were treating her poorly here.

Ghorua continued forward, paying particular attention to each exit he found. It very well may be that they would require a quick one, so he wished to have multiple options. His searching was well-hidden from onlookers, thanks to the fact that his black eyes didn't have visible pupils to follow.

He passed CorSec forces, noting the ranks of each. Most were beat-cops, just like Coruscant, with a smattering of detective-types and ranked officers. They didn't seem particularly prepared for what was coming, even as they followed the alien bounty hunter with cautious eyes.

But during a lull, when there were fewer eyes, the Fish extended his hand, and dropped a thermal detonator in a room. From what he could tell, it was a spare, unused cell. The function didn't matter. Only how much sound it made.

His dirty cop, for his part, didn't rat him out immediately, instead leading him to an empty observation room. Ghorua nodded in thanks, and shoved another chit into his awaiting palm.

"I suggest you take work off for the night," Ghorua rumbled darkly. The man nodded, and casually left, leaving the door jarred behind him.

He could only hope the credits he'd given the CorSec guard had been enough to buy his silence on the way out.

A few minutes later, a raucous boom sounded throughout the facility. Guards got up and began to dash around like ants swarming a kicked hill. If there were a time for escape, it was now or never.

The Fish could only hope Tan'yill got the hint.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Spoiler

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZpXs0nnfoM[/youtube]

Her thoughts were violently interrupted by the loud bang that vibrated through the lattice doors. She shot up, sitting in the bed trying to listen for following sounds and commotions. So far, they had not sounded the alarm but it would be a matter of seconds before they did. Putting one and one together, she were about to lunge herself out of the bed and at the door before two guards rushed past in the corridor.

Feth! It's now or never...

The guards running steps disapeared down the corridor and she hurried herself to the door, casting an alert green-yellowish gaze down both directions. That was when the red lights started flashing and the alarm went on. The correction officers were not exactly disciplined like stormtroopers, but she felt the time start ticking none the less. She took a deep breath and begun a focused fiddle with the scramble key.

Shouldn't be too hard, if you just keep your head cool...

Some short seconds later, which felt like minutes, the electronic lock beeped angrily and the door was ajar. A second of pure surprise held her there before the adrenaline rush carried her out of the cell. She had a pretty good rememberence of the corridors and exits available without passing too much of a trouble. Keeping close to the walls proved difficult because of some of the awoken detainees tried to grab and perusade her to release them. It was an immensely hard decision. She knew that the time was ticking fast, but she also knew that she would not make it out without some help. Also, causing a riot would definately act as a distraction for her own escape. With that in mind, she hurried to open the nearby cells. A muscular klatoonian were the first to be released, then a zabrak thug, as well as a towering trandoshan... She gave the scramble key to the zabrak and exchanged a short but intense glance that spoke for itself; cause havoc, I don't care how you do it! Have fun while you're at it... The horned humanoid male answered with a knowing nod before she left off in the other direction.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

The anthill was successfully kicked.

One advantage Ghorua had was that CorSec didn't know he was an enemy yet. They would in time, so that advantage was fleeting. A second was that he was fully equipped now, and ready for a scrap, while they were floundering. One disadvantage he had, besides all the obvious disadvantages of being the only Herglic within ten miles, was that Tan'yill would be... unpredictable. The second she saw him, she might just fry him.

That wouldn't do.

Ghorua peeked out of the room he had been deposited in, checking to make sure it was still empty, blaster pistols drawn. He saw a pair of guards rushing toward him, past him, towards the explosion. Ghorua ducked in for a moment, let them pass, then prowled out, and shot them both in the back. He didn't like admitting that it took three shots to kill the two of them, but it was still efficient enough for the Fish.

He stepped over the smoking bodies, making sure not to step on them. He'd gotten the impression that an enormous impression on one of the guards might implicate him. He continued walking, away from the explosion, listening as more and more officers converged. He only had to shoot three more guards, which was considerably lucky.

Yet another hallway door opened when Ghorua smashed a human's skull into the side console. He let the body crumple into a heap on the ground, before continuing onward, a whale on a mission. He turned yet another corner, his hands going to his pistols...

He saw the Twi'lek. At first, he jumped, one blaster leaving it's holster and pointing at her. A tense second passed, where the Fish had to overcome his instincts. It hadn't been long since they had been shooting at each other, after all.

Finally, Ghorua lowered the weapon from the form of the Twi'lek. Tan'yill, he reminded himself, as he reached to the back of his bandoleer. He threw her a small pistol. Her pistol. The one he had confiscated when he first brought her in. The one that had nearly ended his life a few times over.

"I'm busting you out," Ghorua said, his humor tone a little less barbed than before. "Please don't shoot me in the back."

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Thanks to the alarm sounding, she were able to move down the corridors quite quickly but made sure to stay close to the wall, and be as prepared as she could for anything that might show up around the corners. The tips of her tattooed lekkus flexed themselves slightly, in both excitement and nervousness. It was like being in the den of a razor cat, probably the same feeling that they had when they were caught in the blue sector, with the difference that they entered there freely. Those dumb feths had kept begging for it until recently, when they sent bounty hunters like that laserbrain of a fish instead.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a CorSec guard rounded a corner in front of her. For a millisecond of surprise, they both stopped in their tracks. Mere meters from eachother the guard reached for his stun baton but fiddled with it, had to be new on the work. She saw her chance and charged at him with full speed, releasing all her wrath and adrenaline that had built up inside her. She grabbed him by the collar and shoved him forcefully into the wall behind. The second after, the headbutt came. The headpiece crushing into the nose of the unfortunate guy, leaving it bleeding and squirted some on the chest of her white t-shirt. He groaned in agony and the baton fell to the ground with a clonk. Wasting no time, she forced a clenched fist into his stomach and threw him to the ground.

She knelt down and carelessly grabbed the poor sod again by the collar, leaning in close against his ear. ''Just a little present, thanks for your hospitality. You're lucky I'll leave you with only a broken nose. Now. Don't. Follow. Me...'' she stated with a threatening voice and stood up again, her burning gaze making sure the guy got the warning. A broken nose was nothing, and with more experience he would soon get to know that.

She picked up the baton and left the guard on the ground in fierce pain. Turning around though, she were met with the muzzle of a blaster aimed at her. Chit!

Seeing who it was, there was realy no other option but to freeze and begin to think of a plan B...

''You...'' she saw red and was about to say something less polite before his words puzzled and diverted her from it. ''You're what...?''

A familiar purple and silver blaster pistol came soaring through the air and she dropped the stun baton and catched it. Was he for real? He wasn't on some sort of a torpedo mission to kill her? To say that she had her doubts of his intentions was to call it mildly. At this moment though, she were left with no other options. She gave him a sceptic look, squinting her eyes before. The amount worth of trust between them were not exactly great.

''You got a way out?'' she asked shortly, knowing this was not a time for small talk.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua was tensed, prepared to defend himself. This was the most dangerous part of the mission. Not getting in. Not the slog that awaited them. Now, when an armed woman that hadn't yet decided if he were friend or foe.

The Fish saw that same tension, that same mistrust in his former enemy's face, give way to pragmatism. Good. This would have been much tougher if he had to re-stun her and carry her out. Something told him that wouldn't be as easy the second time around, even with his armor.

Despite his inner monologue, Ghorua flashed a smile, his teeth coned and sparkling like polished opals. "Course I do. What'd you take me for?" He had mapped out an exit, one that he thought would be more lightly guarded.

"Back the way I came, to the right." Ghorua decided to do something risky, and turn his back on the armed convict, beginning a brisk walk towards where he directed, the silent request to follow on the air. "Guard's'll be swarming in behind us, if they follow their regular search pattern. We have to move fast."

Ghorua unholstered his pistols, and primed them, not set to stun this time.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Friend? Not a crinking way!

Foe? Right now, the CorSec held that place like a rancor holding it's prey!

What was he, then? He was for karking real, that one seemed to be true and it was indeed what the blue twi' needed right now.

Though her green-yellowish eyes seemed to glow in the red lights flashing from the alarm, it were not exactly the same threatening eyes the fish had encountered in that alley. Pragmatism was often needed in the treacherous world of the underground. Turn that cape with the wind, and it would prove profitable.

She did not answer to his attempt to bring in a little brag and humor to the situation. That great white smile, though.

''Don't worry, fish... I made sure to leave a little chaos behind me... Should hold them up for a while...'' she replied, then with the thumb mopped some blood from her cheek. Crink, that nose had gone everywhere...

She followed in his tracks. The loud alarm somewhat hid their escape. Although, she was on her guard against her former capturer.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

As Ghorua walked, he checked his back regularly, just making sure everything was kosher. He didn't trust her, per se. He would be an idiot to trust her, even if it was for a job, even if he was probably her best chance out, and it wouldn't make sense to attack him now. But he couldn't help but notice the change in Tan'yill's intense eyes. It was just as focused and red-hot as ever, but it wasn't aimed at him.

It made all the difference.

As they walked, Ghorua checked corners hastily, making sure to stay on the move, speed more important than stealth or caution. But he couldn't help but smile as Tan called him by his moniker.

"By the by, Blue, how do you know my nickname? Am I that famous?" I'm not. Yet.

Ghorua rounded yet another corner, and came face-to-face with a contingent of four CorSec officers. Ghorua hesitated for but a moment, caught off-guard, but the soldiers weren't. They yelled, lifted their blasters, and fired at him.

Uh oh. That's bad.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

A snide sigh left her, together with a roll to her eyes. Here goes the bunkum again... An ill chosen time to ask such a question. She wanted out now. She wanted out so bad.

There was little time for answers though as they got face to face with four armed CorSec officers. Blaster already in hand, Tan took two long and very decisive steps forward and to the side, coming up just behind the tank of a bounty hunter that were trying, supposedly, to break her out. She put no words to it, keeping the vile curses inside her. The shiny barrel of the KYD-21 were aimed down at the officers, through one outstretched single blue arm. Wasting no time, two double-shots of burning red laser bolts left it and hit the two officers closest to her.

The oozing smoke from their bodies was the last she saw before shoving Ghorua to the side. Well, he acted more like a wall to help push herself into the cover of the nearby corner. She hoped he got the hint to take cover.

''Feth!! Are you always this slow?!'' she spat across to the fish.

''You won't stay famous for minute more if we don't get out of here! And to answer your question...!'' she shouted and peeked around the corner with the blaster, kicking away two more shots. ''I guess I took it by your appearance!''

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[Ghorua the Shark]

The bolts splashed against Ghorua's armor, heating the metal against his skin, causing it to burn and blister. It wasn't a pleasant feeling to accompany the hard smack of his back as he found cover, opposite Tan. Her comments were scathing. He could've accepted her criticism, he had been slow on the draw this time. But she hadn't, in fact, heard of him.

"It's an off-day," Ghorua shot back, while literally shooting back at the guards. His blasts were a little wide, but he managed to wing one of the guards still alive, causing her to drop her blaster.

"And why does everyone say that? Herglics and fish aren't even..." He fired once again, this time hitting his target square between the eyes. "... remotely related."

Finally, Ghorua surged forward, closing the distance between the last wounded guard and himself with a few steps. One dropping elbow sent her to the ground, and a single stomp ended it all.

"After you."

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

''Make it an on-day, and that is karkin' fast!'' she shouted over at him while the guards blaster fire shot by them and into the wall behind their covers, making smoking marks into the sterile interior of the detention center.

She were not one to shut up when things went south or when something agitated her. On other occasions, to assert that her words lacked weight behind them was a grave mistake done by many. Oh, many were the captured men that, when she walked into the room, thought all twi'leks was all docile and could not do any more than dance. This twi'lek and slave association were deeply rooted in many places across the galaxy. They would come to other thoughts when her cold gaze pierced them and when she, in one way or the other, cut the first blood. This bounty hunter would probably know that from reading the first line of her CorSec-file.

This rant was familiar from the alley. Where they both had seemed to enjoy that little touch to the cat and mouse game. At least to some distant degree. They both knew it was a deadly game they had played, and both would not hesitate to kill eachother if it ever came to that. Of course, she were worth quite alot more alive to the CorSec.

From behind the corner, she watched as the impressive stature of the armored bounty hunter revealed himself and went in with a finishing elbow and stomp to the last guard. Messy. She rounded the corner and stepped over the dead bodies.

''Oh, no! So you can shot me in the back? Uh uh, I'm right beside you and you're the guide out of here, remember?'' she stated. This were all to fresh to put any trust into the herglic.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

He smiled, exasperated.

"Fine."

They began their trek once more, Ghorua more careful to check his corners. For a few corridors, he was rather quiet, making sure not to make the same mistake he had before. He was still relatively new, trained by the best, but inexperienced. He couldn't get cocky. Not this time.

So when he finally peeked a corner, and saw three more guards jogging towards their position, he held out his arm to stop his charge. He gave her the look, and readied his blasters. With nary a sound, he rounded the corner, and discharged his weapons, taking down one CorSec official in a flurry of blasts. He didn't duck back into cover, relying on Tan'yill's own prowess.

While he did, he spoke up, voicing something he'd been thinking about a few halls down.

"I'm not gonna shoot you in the back, y'know!"

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The alarm were silenced but the red beacons in the corridors still drenched them in red flashing light. The other prisoners she had released were probably still keeping the guards busy, either that or they had quelled the riot already and were doing the headcount if someone were missing. It was hard to know and the stress to get out were tangible.

She stopped close behind him when he gave her that look before taking the corner, again they got company.

Didn't he have a way out of here?!

Tan prepared for another push and followed close behind the massive silhouette. After all, the bounty hunter was the armored one of them. He might have been massive but he was alone to the guards, just as she popped up behind him with the blaster raised. One. Two. Three shots were fired upon the second guard that were stupid enough to stand in their way. He fell to the ground as hard as his counterpart.

She heard what the shark said but the rage in her was all focused on the obstacles between them and the freedom. As they closed in on them, the last guard turned and hit the road down the corridor. In the corner of her eye, she saw the one she had shot still moving. He was still holding his blaster and were trying to get up.

''Oh, no you don't!'' she stated coldly and shot a stomp into his back then knelt down grabbing the hand in which he held the blaster. Without a second thought and with a swift twist, it snapped and the blaster fell to the ground. The guard cried and moaned in pain. This one weren't a threat anymore, and it looked like they would need to save the blaster batteries. She picked it up and stood up, before she tucked it into the back of her trousers.

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[Ghorua the Shark]

As he'd hoped, Tan'yill covered him, stepping next to his armored girth with blaster skills that could rival the best quick-draw artists in the galaxy. Ghorua took note as the Twi'lek quickly and efficiently dealt with this group. She let one live, but Ghorua doubted it was out of the goodness of her heart. By this point of the escape, Ghorua trusted her not to turn on him, out of self-preservation. That's about all the trust he put in her moral compass.

"Clean," he muttered, before pointing off in the direction they were moving previously. With nary another word, he strode onward, relying on his wide steps and momentum to propel him along.

Ghorua had studied the map of the compound for long, sleepless hours before attempting the breakout. He knew the entrances, the maintenance halls, and the halls leading to the hangar like the back of his hand. He also knew that those would be the most heavily guarded areas of the facility. They would have to get through one of them to get out.

Or, at least, that's what CorSec thought.

A few tense minutes went by of Fish and Blue ducking corners, dashing along hallways, and evading stray squads of officers. There were a few close calls, one of which included Ghorua pressing himself comically against a wall, but they weren't spotted. They made their way out to the edge of the facility, until they hit a wall.

The hallway they had been speeding through ended in a thick, shining wall, with two doors to the left and right, each sealed shut by heavy blast doors. They finally activated full lockdown. Ghorua felt a smile hit his lips.

"Oh no," the Fish said, deadpan. "A dead end. Whatever shall we do."

Ghorua palmed a detonator from his belt, and looked at Tan'yill with a sardonic grin. He couldn't help himself.

- [member="Tan'yill"] -

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The thought flew by her that they were possibly starting to run out of time. The chaos made by her in the cell blocks would soon be quelled as more officers arrived from out of the streets. Forcing a nexu into a tight corner were never a good idea, though. Now that the situation were worked up and the freedom was within grasp, few things would stop her from pushing on. They couldn't give up now, it would mean a lifetime for them both.

As the marine species bounty hunter brought up a thermal detonator, grinning broadly, she gave him an intense serious look, before turning to hold a corner and keeping them from being ambushed.

''Do it!!'' she shouted back at him and threw a shot down the corridor at an approaching guard.

Ghorua the Shark