Failure Is Not Fatal
[member="Aela Talith"]
His jaw seemed to hang limp, leaving his cheek pressed against the deck of the bridge. Realising where he was and how critical the situation was, was the first step towards regaining control. His head had taken a beating today and another blow had scattered his thoughts.
He seemed disconnected from the hand he saw pull back towards him. The fingers spread out and tensed. Still disorientated and with a high pitched whine cutting through his head, he became aware of the fact that he was slowly getting back up off the floor.
His other hand went for the blaster pistol. The room was quiet. That was either good or bad. As he came back to his feet he could see Aela wrapped around a guardsman. His first thought was to go to her and ensure the man didn't break the lock. Then he caught movement to his right. The guardsman he had shot was still going.
One slow breath recentered himself, pushing all the physical distractions aside. The guardsman was crawling towards a weapon. A stun bolt might have done little through that armour. A lethal shot seemed unnecessary. Fortunately helmets did nothing against concussion. Time for someone else to have ringing ears.
Jacen took three long running strides and administered a swift kick to the side of the head. The wounded guardsman fell quite flat to the deck.
He turned towards Aela as she started to untangle herself from the guardsman. He offered a weak smile and held a console for support.
"Door," he whispered. Others could be coming to investigate the racket and they needed to cover themselves.
His jaw seemed to hang limp, leaving his cheek pressed against the deck of the bridge. Realising where he was and how critical the situation was, was the first step towards regaining control. His head had taken a beating today and another blow had scattered his thoughts.
He seemed disconnected from the hand he saw pull back towards him. The fingers spread out and tensed. Still disorientated and with a high pitched whine cutting through his head, he became aware of the fact that he was slowly getting back up off the floor.
His other hand went for the blaster pistol. The room was quiet. That was either good or bad. As he came back to his feet he could see Aela wrapped around a guardsman. His first thought was to go to her and ensure the man didn't break the lock. Then he caught movement to his right. The guardsman he had shot was still going.
One slow breath recentered himself, pushing all the physical distractions aside. The guardsman was crawling towards a weapon. A stun bolt might have done little through that armour. A lethal shot seemed unnecessary. Fortunately helmets did nothing against concussion. Time for someone else to have ringing ears.
Jacen took three long running strides and administered a swift kick to the side of the head. The wounded guardsman fell quite flat to the deck.
He turned towards Aela as she started to untangle herself from the guardsman. He offered a weak smile and held a console for support.
"Door," he whispered. Others could be coming to investigate the racket and they needed to cover themselves.