The CIS and Republic forces battle for the Kuat drive yards. Great sections of the fleet shipyards have become battlezones leaving civilians with few places to flee or hide. The Republic has hired Mandalorian mercenaries to infiltrate the warzone and extract a very important ship architect. Unbeknownst to all save the Republic top brass, this man's mind holds the key to a very important weapon that could change the tide of the war. He hides silently with the common worker, guarded only by Jedi Master Draconis Caesar. Disguised as line workers they find succor in the workmans barracks whilst the battle between both sides wages on.
The barracks are cramped and hot with the bodies of at least a dozen men and women who would normally be hard at work on the ship parts outside. The room is lit by bright fluorescents, that are almost blinding when observed directly. The bunks are built into the walls and only the sick or wounded lie here. The walls and floors are all of plain durasteel make, but the occasional blemish can be found on the other wise stainless metallic barrier. The sentients within range from Duros to Rodians and come from all walks of life. Draconis would see them all to safety, but his chief concern is the architect.
Draconis stands from his sitting position and brushes his knees off despite the lack of dirt. His action is quickly echoed by that of the architect and Draconis curses in his head. He does not want the others to suspect the man is with him or may be of importance. Spies lurk everywhere. Draconis observes the room with the eyes of a hawk, searching for any sign that someone may have noticed the slight. A Duros studies them, but says nothing.
The Architect is a paunch man who looks like he had recently lost weight, but his face retained the fat. His nose is bulbous and his eyebrows thick. His lips are constantly pursed as if in permanent concentration. Draconis motions quietly for the architect to remain where he is. Draconis marches towards the only entrance and exit with a look of serenity on his face. He is the epitome of calm. He opens the door, but none say a word. The distant staccato sound of blaster fire can be heard, but no soldiers are seen.
He continues to observe the empty hall for but a moment, before he is pulled back into the room by the sleeve. The blue Duros looks at him, but Draconis has a hard time reading his facial expression. The Duros is fit and dressed in the common workmans uniform as well, but he is separated from the rest by a small badge on his breast. He speaks lowly to the Jedi in broken basic.
"You and man, not part of my crew.... I know all workers... You are Jetii,"
He finishes the last part even lower than the rest. With thumb he points to his chest
"Ex special forces... I and crew can help..."
Draconis eyes him for a moment with a blank stare, but his hand drifts ever closer towards his hidden saber. He reaches out with the force and senses truth and no ill will from the alien. A bead of sweat begins to form on his brow even so. He nods in silent agreement. The duros motions with hand to the rest of the workers and they arm themselves with simple welding lasers. The architect approaches and stares at the Jedi frantically, with hands and fingers tapping away at each other nervously.
"What are you doing!"
He says fearfully, his face a look of pure exasperation.
Draconis simply smiles and speaks speaks so that only the Architect can hear him
"I trust them and I need you to trust me,"
He says joyfully as if there is no war going on, as if he and the Architect were already to safety. The Architect is dumbfounded by the Jedi's happy and confident output and simply nods at a loss. Unsure whether he should trust the man or leave before he tries to bring along the whole station. The Duros approaches the Jedi again. He now wields a simple welding laser, but seems confident in his ability to use it.
"Ready,"
Draconis winks at the architect and marches back out into the hall. Three more doors line the hall but two only lead to more barracks and both are locked tight. Draconis marches to the door farthest down the hall and is followed by the rest. With the architect staying very close to his side. Draconis places ear to door and thinks he hears the metallic clanking of boots. Using the force he reaches out and feels the signature of what he hopes to be the Mandalorians. He looks to the holo clock above the door. They're right on time.
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The barracks are cramped and hot with the bodies of at least a dozen men and women who would normally be hard at work on the ship parts outside. The room is lit by bright fluorescents, that are almost blinding when observed directly. The bunks are built into the walls and only the sick or wounded lie here. The walls and floors are all of plain durasteel make, but the occasional blemish can be found on the other wise stainless metallic barrier. The sentients within range from Duros to Rodians and come from all walks of life. Draconis would see them all to safety, but his chief concern is the architect.
Draconis stands from his sitting position and brushes his knees off despite the lack of dirt. His action is quickly echoed by that of the architect and Draconis curses in his head. He does not want the others to suspect the man is with him or may be of importance. Spies lurk everywhere. Draconis observes the room with the eyes of a hawk, searching for any sign that someone may have noticed the slight. A Duros studies them, but says nothing.
The Architect is a paunch man who looks like he had recently lost weight, but his face retained the fat. His nose is bulbous and his eyebrows thick. His lips are constantly pursed as if in permanent concentration. Draconis motions quietly for the architect to remain where he is. Draconis marches towards the only entrance and exit with a look of serenity on his face. He is the epitome of calm. He opens the door, but none say a word. The distant staccato sound of blaster fire can be heard, but no soldiers are seen.
He continues to observe the empty hall for but a moment, before he is pulled back into the room by the sleeve. The blue Duros looks at him, but Draconis has a hard time reading his facial expression. The Duros is fit and dressed in the common workmans uniform as well, but he is separated from the rest by a small badge on his breast. He speaks lowly to the Jedi in broken basic.
"You and man, not part of my crew.... I know all workers... You are Jetii,"
He finishes the last part even lower than the rest. With thumb he points to his chest
"Ex special forces... I and crew can help..."
Draconis eyes him for a moment with a blank stare, but his hand drifts ever closer towards his hidden saber. He reaches out with the force and senses truth and no ill will from the alien. A bead of sweat begins to form on his brow even so. He nods in silent agreement. The duros motions with hand to the rest of the workers and they arm themselves with simple welding lasers. The architect approaches and stares at the Jedi frantically, with hands and fingers tapping away at each other nervously.
"What are you doing!"
He says fearfully, his face a look of pure exasperation.
Draconis simply smiles and speaks speaks so that only the Architect can hear him
"I trust them and I need you to trust me,"
He says joyfully as if there is no war going on, as if he and the Architect were already to safety. The Architect is dumbfounded by the Jedi's happy and confident output and simply nods at a loss. Unsure whether he should trust the man or leave before he tries to bring along the whole station. The Duros approaches the Jedi again. He now wields a simple welding laser, but seems confident in his ability to use it.
"Ready,"
Draconis winks at the architect and marches back out into the hall. Three more doors line the hall but two only lead to more barracks and both are locked tight. Draconis marches to the door farthest down the hall and is followed by the rest. With the architect staying very close to his side. Draconis places ear to door and thinks he hears the metallic clanking of boots. Using the force he reaches out and feels the signature of what he hopes to be the Mandalorians. He looks to the holo clock above the door. They're right on time.
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