Anointed
There was a passing nod given to Dragr as they made their way inside; wordless appreciation for the compliment. “With any luck, fate shall see that done. Though, let us hope you do not wind up in such a situation in the first place.” He succinctly replied thereafter to the young Bralor. Truthfully, Carduul had no idea if this was a ‘valuable’ individual or not—to have them be Mandalorian at all was considered reason enough for him to go through all the trouble.
Though he was partial to her musing of what to do, obviously it wouldn’t be a good idea to release everyone if it was supposed to be a simple extraction. Nonetheless… “I do not think we have a choice in the matter, if the alarms are anything to go by.” He idly commented in reply.
The next corridor was made short work of. Though he was hardly much of a tech head, he could tell there would be far too much chaos to figure out where the distress had arrived from. He usually had specialists accompanying him in a battlefield to handle such a thing… “I don’t think a prison in lockdown will have a lot of unmonitored traffic. More than likely, our paths will cross at that cell you mentioned the breakout in.” He asserted towards Dragr, just as he rounded the next corner—where another pair of guards rushed into an equal amount of blaster bolts to their chests from Carduul. If they went much further, undoubtedly they would run into a cell block- and the real trouble would begin as they get mixed up in what seemed to be a riot. Shouts and sounds of fisticuffs became audible in the distance as they approached.
He had shouldered up against the edge of the next corner, glancing towards the rest. “Unless Bralor knows how to raise such a signal, my suit isn’t specialized for such a task. So, for now, let us deal with the foes between us, and our quarry.” Steps had led outwards, with a gesture to Dragr. “So, to Cell 447 we go.”
