Private Flashback - Where Were You When TSE Fell?

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

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The world was in chaos, Felix walked the halls of the colossal fortress ship as it seemed that the realm of The Sith Empire was embroiled in a conflict that it seemed as though it was on the back foot on. The Galactic Alliance, The New Imperial Order, the Ashlan Crusade, the Maw and more had all collapsed on the former dark side giant that was the Empire of the Sith. The walls had been holding, but the dam had to inevitably break at some point.

'I'd better get out of here, these factory ships are going to be a major target soon...' Felix thought to himself Watching on his datapad as it seemed that the assault was coming for Korriban itself, though it seemed that the bulk-head of the war had gotten to Telos... Only Two systems over. The Facility itself was preparing for an all out counter-attack, something had obviously been planned, Felix was generally unaware though it made sense. The head of the spear delving into the heart of the faction needed to be stopped, Felix had never intended to fight alongside the interests of the Sith, but... he couldn't get the images of civilians murdered at the hands of the Ashlan Crusade, nor the innocent people that had been riled to march against Sith firing lines out of his head.

He wasn't an ally of the Sith, but he was certainly an enemy to anyone who would perform that kind of cowardly and pernicious act. It was there he began to head for the grand Hanger Alpha, opening the doors and staring down shipyards with completed warships, new, fully loaded with state of the art cannons and targeting equipment, some of it sold by house Aquila, at least the ion weapons. They were non-lethal, but they were effective at shutting down ships. Saving lives. A fleet like this would do horrendous damage to the rampaging armies, perhaps even turn the tide of the war.

Felix couldn't help but smile for a moment as it seemed that many of them were just on the verge of being fully fueled and prepped. Maiden voyages for almost each and every one of them. Three Battle-cruisers, almost a hundred fighter, bomber and support craft and half a dozen frigates lined the monstrous Bay. One of four in the space station shipyard, all equally stocked.

People ran about, doing duties and more as a couple of Sith Knights stood guard with their non force user soldiers. Armoured and armed to the teeth with their light-sabers. Felix himself openly wore the armour and emblems of the Confederacy of Independent Systems and House Aquila respectively, not wearing a helmet as his shaggy black hair rolled in waves down past his ears and to a lesser extent his face all the while piercing blue eyes shone through the shade of his fringe like bioluminescent spheres, penetrating the industrial haze. His attire was a heavy fabric coat, light steel chest-plate and leggings that were armoured on the outside, all seemingly made of a Kevlar like substance.

And yet... he could feel something strange, in the back of his mind there was a pressure of something building up... something was coming, and it made the Rylothian noble feel somehow... unease...

There was a disturbance.

 

[Finnea Virlee]

The alarms sounding from every corridor and every room was keeping her colleagues and leaders alert and running to their respective posisions but to her, the sound was faint and and dulled by her own mind racing. Finnea was sitting at her station on the bridge when some of her screens started to blink rapidly, signaling that her attention was needed in the hangars.

Walking quickly down the corridor, dressed in her typical engineer outfit complete with the riduculous helmet holding most of her screens, she felt her heart starting to race and it was not because of the alarms or the pending attacks. It was because she wasn't even suppoused to be here! She was alone when the feeling of not being able to breathe caught her and she grasped her shirt as if to make it stop clingin to her chest so much. She inhaled as deeply she could, but it wasn't enough! In rage, she clicked off her helmet and dropped it to the floors, throwing herself against a wall to slide down, gasping for air.

Staring infront of herself at the black wall, the sounds caught up to her again. She had to get going. Get to the hangar and see to the alarms. Finnea crawled to her helmet and hasitated to put it back on, but she did and got back up. It was still hard to breathe, but she started to run to the elevators that would take her down to the floor she needed to be on.

Once she entered the hangar, the sight alone made her pause for a moment. She had of course seen this place a thousand times, but never this full and not packed with so much activity. And she knew what their task was. While standing there, one of her commanders quickly walked up at her side grabbing her arm in an painful way, shoving her across the floors while screaming at her to get moving.

Checking her screens once more, she located the panel that needed some attention. One of the doors of the hangar wouldn't open without her taking a look. It was an easy repair, but... Standing there, looking down at the blinking light, she felt anger boiling. Her entire life was a lie. She was just a shame, a hybrid. Not worthy of any praise from her family. But talented enough for the Siths to use as en engineer. Her life onboard was hell, with every minute of her day controlled by a schedule that never changed. Running to hide in her quarters once her day was over to sit alone untill a new day started.

Slowly she raised her hand to the panel, swiped her card to gain access, opened it and pulled out some of the cords to snip. There. The alarm signaling that one of the doors wouldn't open was off and still, that door wouldn't open. The hate still boiled. She had to do more. She lifted her head to scan the area. These ships should not make it out of here.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

The feeling of something being awry was building, could it be that there were enemies among the people here? No, it was nothing so simple, nothing as mundane as a spy or generic saboteur. If there was an attack on the place the long distance scanners and tracking systems would have picked up on them. No, it was something more, something uneasy, like an anxiety that say at the back of his mind as a predator poised to strike from the obscurity of long grass. He hated the sensation. So, striding into the heart of the open hanger he would begin to pull on his power of the force, strings of light in the form of tendrils would begin to whirl around his eyes, expanding his vision outward to encompass as much of the hanger as he could.

As the panorama of the hanger would allow him to witness the mad rush of the battle preparations, it didn't quite reveal the underlying threat that he was certain stemmed from somewhere nearby. Turning to the smaller ships he could feel the pit in his stomach begin to vanish. 'No... not there...' he'd muse before focusing his attention to the battle cruisers which shone brilliantly in the open spot-lights that glittered across their gleaming hulls. Without missing a beat the anxiety began to consume his senses as it shot through his veins like liquid ice. No sooner that it swarmed his mind, the Knight ran for the launching command station nearby that ship with everything he had.

Force empowered his legs as he'd move, little more then a blur while his eyes blazed with the burning orange coals of cautious embers. His heart felt aflame with purpose as he would tear past the people that crowded the space, slinking past them at speed and maneuvering through them as he would use his sight to fan out around the factories hangar, bending light around corners so that he might be able to see where he was going and what he was doing long before he needed to react at his increased speeds. The thought that there was something here that gave him this feeling was, for lack of a better word terrifying. The feeling as like one of danger, though not for himself or others. The Darkside had a habit of clouding the future, this time it seemed was no exception.

As he would begin to comb the monstrous Hanger he felt as though he was getting warmer moving towards some of the engine bay. Grabbing an officer near him he would put them up against the computer they worked at, hard, in a way that, unfortunately, these rank and file men and women were likely used to. "Tell me, is there anything reported wrong with the ships? Are all sectors calling in and accounted for?!" The man would ask for a call in on his radio, asking all head engineers to report from their sectors and disclose a status report as the hawk eyed young man watched and listened.

'The Feth was this feeling?'

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[Finnea Virlee]

Standing there, her hands balling up into tiny fists at her sides, her mind raced with conflicted thoughts as she stared over the busy floors. For a second, she turned around to stare at the panel she had just been at, trying to reason with herself to undo it, but alas. She scoffed at her own thoughts and turned back around and headed for the control room.

But then the screens inside her helmet showed a messange to report from their sectors. She furrowed her brows, she couldn't understand how they would know somethin was up? Perhaps there had been another incident unrelated? Why would she and the other head engineers be asked to report in from their sectors now? It seemed like the wrong time, surely their commanders were more interrested in getting ready to head into battle?

Finnea stopped and lifted her hand to her helmet, pushing a button to communicate. She hasitated for a brief moment before speaking. "Officer Virlee speaking; there was an alarm at the North gate that turned out to be false. It's been corrected. Over" she reported quickly and kept going towards the control room.

Once she got there, she swiped her card to get in and looked over the three men that were there and they didn't even look up as they were far to busy working to clarify all the different ships. She walked up to take one of the screens in the far back, logging in to start typing away. Her plan was to log into the biggest warship in the hangar and trigger it's self-destruct setting, hopefully she would manage to do that before it would ever reach the gate, making it come crashing down into the hangar again and taking several other ships down with it. But it would take a while to complete.
Her rapid fingers started to type away, all the while carefully looking up at the other men in the room, checking if they would grow suspicious, but why would they? Maybe her beating heart was making her paranoid on top of the fact that she actually had a reason to be cautious.
The minutes ticked by, but suddenly she was in! She shifted a bit in her seat and looked towards the large windows where she could watch the hangar. 'Last chance to think this through now.' But her mind was all made up. That boiling anger took hold of her once more. Messages was dropping in on her screens inside her helmet that the warship was ready to take-off. She pressed the last key, and quickly logged out and got up to get out of this room quickly. The ship had 5 minutes left untill it would self-destruct..

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Everything else had turned out fine, the call ins came quickly and succinctly, all reports were golden, or repairs were under way, all except one. As he heard that there was a false report, Felix would look up at the GPS information of the communicator that was used to radio in that check before heading out. It was strange, but he could feel the anxiety in the voice, it was subtle, but he wasn't sure if it was the years of la royale politique or the force that had him convinced that whoever that was, was at the heart of something terrible that was about to occur.

Felix would charge the battleship with full intention to eradicate whatever insurgent was at the source, light-saber in hand he would weave through the crowds in the way with force enhanced speed as the minutes would go by. Draining every possible resource at his disposal making a straight line for the Bridge, something had to be off. It wasn't until he tore through the door to entry and the final button of the sequence had been entered that the Self destruction mechanism had been activated... Standard time for completion was five minutes, but even if they could launch the ship, it wouldn't get clear enough to save the station and its inhabitants.

The evacuation alarm began to flare.

Red and orange lights with an accompanying siren would erupt throughout the ship, roaring loudly as Felix stood in the doorway of the bridge only moments after the self destruct was engaged. Hanging like a shadow and staring over the room at those who manned the monitors, light filtering from around the room, and only one that had the script open for the ships destruction. Sith legionnaires must have seen who he had looked at, as their weapons trained on her immediately as Felix would yell an order. "Ignore her! Evacuate! get everyone the hell out of here out of the station!" Without needed to be asked twice, they began to comply.

Felix, panting would begin to approach the person that stood before him, anger and panic coursing through his veins as the effect would warp one of his eyes orange while the other would remain radiant crimson. His power to control light had always manifested in his eyes, changing with his moods as quickly as the wind. But, in truth, the reason he hadn't simply allowed the Sith to open fire on her was for no other reason that... she opposed the Sith... Most who did tended to do so for good reasons, and he was about to give her one chance, just one.

"Why!?" He would command, towering imperiously. If she were to give the answers like the corrupted Gallactic Alliance calling for the destruction of Sith Scum, he'd leave her here, lock the doors, and leave her with the consequences of her own actions... but... He hadn't lost all hope just yet.

Not... yet.
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[Finnea Virlee]

After she got up, she threw one last glance back at her screens, about to close it down when the doors opened and the room suddenly got filled and beside the man with the lightsaber, all she noticed was the weapons that got rised to her. She stumbled back against the panels, grabbing onto it behind herself, taking a long, deep breath which she assumed would be her very last. She would actually have perferred that it was her last breath and closed her eyes hard as she expected the guns to fire.

But to her surprise, they were commanded to leave her, and evacuate. She opened her eyes again and looked around the room, mostly seeing the flashes of orange light and taking in the deafening sound of the alarms signaling for evacuation. Befor she could make another decision, this man was upon her, towering over her. She had tried to move along the panels to get out, but now she was stuck in her place, looking stright into his chest as his only other word filled her mind.

She didn't move, she just asked herself the same question. The fear left her once more, consumed by the anger which made her brave enough to lift her head to look up at him, taking notice of his eyes which oddly enough showed two different colours.
"I. Hate. This place." she hissed while her small, gloved hands gripped onto the panels behind her tightly. "I hate them! They lied to me. They ruined my family and forced them to make decisions they otherwise never would have made. And now I'm here, living a life a robot worthy!" she let the panel go and stepped closer to him, no fear. "But no longer."

She snapped out of it, this was not her. She had never felt this ...disheveled! She could feel tears of anger and fear swell in her eyes as she looked behind him to the doors and back at the flaring alarms. Time was running out, both for him and her. She did not believe she would make it out of this room, she hoped not. She knew about the torture she'd suffer for this if should she live; She couldn't bare the thought. "Please..." The word just slipped from her lips, silently and loaded with conflicting emotions.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Felix wasn't impressed, borderline furious, stepping forward his hand would snap out towards her like a viper as she ended her hateful tirade about the nature of the Sith, the Sith in general were a despicable people, many of them monsters, but much of their territories were good enough depending on who governed them. Hoping to grip her by the scruff of the neck and keep her in hand, she would beg for something. It was likely the only reason he didn't strike her in one way or another.

"So, because you've had it hard you decide to destroy a two and a half kilometer ship, in a space station filled to the brim with civilian engineers and operators!? Who do you think are going to have the lowest priority to escape pods? Every light ship capable to launch are doing so, but the Frigates and the Battlecruisers when this ship goes are going to trigger off all the others, there's no way for ships this large to prime and launch fast enough to escape the blast radius!" Felix was going to have to look a means out, but he could still feel the location of his own ship, he still had minutes... it'd be fine... he hoped.

It was then a man clad in black entered the room, drawing a red lightsaber and ordering Felix to hand the girl over. However, Felix was unsure, he hesitated, looking to her, and then the Sith for a moment, lowering his voice enough that it would register as barely a mumble to anyone more than a couple of meters away. "One good reason why i shouldn't... last chance..." He asked contemplatively, the Sith would bark the order to hand her over again, lightning beginning to crackle in his hand as the Sith Slavemaster would threaten the two of them openly.

Felix braced, he wanted there to be a good reason, he had no love for these monsters, the only reason he had armed them was in hopes that suffering during these wars would be alleviated. The Sith Empire were awful, but they still fought off invaders to their worlds. Aiding them to do so more efficiently saved the lives of the people who lived there, least they be caught in the crossfire. Felix didn't want this scared engineer who had bitten the master who whipped her, trembling like a leaf to be another person caught in that crossfire.

It was times like these that aged Felix significantly.
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[Finnea Virlee]

His hand struck out so fast and determined that she didn't stand a chance of moving out of his reach. And what good would even come of it if she had managed to? His hand grabbed onto her uniform at the base of the neck, making her gasp as she momentarily lost her footing when her own hands shot up to grab onto his wrist. She found her ground again, breathing hard as she stared up at his face, reading his expression as the man furiously asked her the sensible question she hadn't had the time to concider as hate had consumed her mind. She tried digging deeper, there was another reason.. The thing that had triggered this anger.

Still hanging by his grip, Finneas head turned quickly as a man in a cloack entered the bridge carrying a red lightsaber - a Sith slavemaster. She tried once more to pull out of his grip but it was an attempt without any hope. Either the stranger would strike her down, or the Sith. At least she hoped the Sith didn't have time enough to get her out of here because the fate that awaited her on the other side if he did was probably worse than anything she could think of.
She turned bsck as the mans voice spoke again. It was still furious, she could tell, but it was low, a murmur. As he spoke, she was staring at the emblem of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

"...The planet." she started, silently and shifted in his grip, speaking with a shaken voice full of panic and fear staring up at him behind her mask.

"The order is to obliterate it..."

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Slowly, carefully his grip on the girl would loosen. There was a sincerity in her voice he couldn't ignore, but, in the time he had been working with the Sith, there was no way what she said about the Sith Empire could be true could they consign an entire world to die? Could they...? "Chit... yeah, that tracks..." Letting out a barely audible sigh, the colour in his eyes would find themselves draining of the violent fire colours which composed his iris'. Only to be replaced by a much calmer blue as all of his features would visibly relax.

Preparing what would come next would matter, his hand already on his light-saber would tighten. Spinning quickly the Sith would launch a barrage of lightning for the two of them. The roar of the lightning ripping through the sky would clash with the golden blade that would extend from Felix's hilt. Drawn to the magnetic charge of the blade as stray lightning would channel towards Felix, leaving streaking burns across his arms and side. With his spare hand, he'd draw it across the length of his saber and lash out, a whip of white light expanding, leaping from the blade in an arc as a single red hot line would paint across the walls behind the Sith, the only gap in the red hot line lay directly behind the Sith.

All it would look like was a flash of light, as if he'd swung an incredibly bright torch.

The lightning would stop, and the Sith would drop. Panting and cradling his burned arm he'd look once again to the Engineer. Sighing again as he began to dread the kind of day this was about to be. "Well, what say you and I get the hell out of here?" Moving towards the window, "I have a ship not too far away from here, but, there may be some resistance on the way... We have about three minutes to make it about a mile. Do reckon you could keep up?"

His gaze moved to outside the ship, there were armed forces making their way in, there was no way they could make their way back through the battleships corridors, even if they could win the gunfight, it would waste enough time that there would be no chance of beating the explosion. Out the window however, seemed like a pretty straight shot... that was if he could convince a girl to fall probably two hundred feet onto the outside of a battleship...
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[Finnea Virlee]

A breath of momentarily relief left her as the grip he had on her uniform loosened enough for her to be able to stand properly on the ground again. Her eyes never left his face, she couldn't. Those scorcing eyes aimed at her faded into blue and it was one of the most bizarre things she had ever seen. She couldn't dwell on it for too long as the sound of the lightning from the Sith roared through the room, aiming for them. Unlike the man who took action to defend himself against the attack, Finnea had simply just fell to the floors beneath the control panels with a short scream of terror.

She could heard the thud as the Sith fell and the immediate sound of fighting stopped. The alarms were still ringing loudly, lights flashing all over the room. Finnea did not dare to look back towards where the Sith had been in case she couldn't handle the sight up close, but would slowly grip the panels to hoist herself up enough to have a look at the screens she previously had been working at. "3 minutes, 18..." she mumbled to herself, noticing how her own arms were shaking violently from all the anxiety and andrenaline that was pumping through her body.

His question was absurd. A mile in 3 minutes. She whipped around to watch him head for the window, clearly meaning to head out that way despite the drop. "What?" she asked, trying to comprehend all that was going on. Wasn't he just about to kill her? Finnea had no time to weigh her options, this was it. And even if a tiny voice in the back for her mind screamed that this was reckless, she couldn't listen. She ran over to him while her hands found their way to her helmet which she took off and threw away. Instead of the screens inside her helmet, she grabbed onto a small device that would help her keep track of the most important information. "3-11..3-10... Yes, I'll keep up" she quickly looked from the device up to him with her two different coloured eyes that had a rare combination of determination and utter panic to them. She didn't really know if she could actually keep up, but she had no other choice;

if she wanted to make it out of here, she would have to blindly follow a stranger through a window.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Taking his Lightsaber, he would cut a circle big enough for the two of them out of the pane, the gleaming golden light of the blade thrust through the transperisteel and began immediately doing its work. Second after second the reinforced glass would melt before the blade into slag until it began to crack under the strain of the panel he had removed. Reaching out a hand, the almost two tonne panel of transparent steel would lift away from the hole and be laid flat on the floor of the bridge of the ship.

The world underneath them had devolved into chaos, only the most loyal and sycophantic sith would remain here, promised with glory in the afterlife should they eradicate the traitor. They were going to be a problem for sure. He could tell by how she was shaking that she likely wouldn't take the plunge, as he looked down towards the ground it was easily an almost three hundred foot drop from the bridge to the top shelf of the ship, and then the same distance again to the ground. He couldn't risk dropping, and then her freezing at the window, unable to continue.

So he would do what he did best, his furrowed contemplative brow would shift into a smile. Soft, Confident, he knew what he was doing and he would hold out a hand for her. "I am going to get you out of here, but I'll need you to trust me, take my hand" Assuming she did, he would pull her forward into his side, wrapping his arm around her not unlike a paramedic. His eyes would look down to meet hers, no longer wearing her helmet as he would look into her Diamond and Onyx Coloured eyes, as his would simply react to their presence, changing a little to rather than be two colours within the same eye, separate like two chemicals repulsed by one another, one calm sea blue the other coral green. "Now hold on, tight as you can."

Barely giving her another moment, the two of them would leap from the window of the Battle-cruiser, no grapple-hook, no parachute. Plummeting towards the earth headfirst as Felix's other hand would reach out for the ground before them, thrusting down as their momentum would alter. Telekinesis creating a cushion of air for the two of them to hit, slowing them to a crawl meters before they would drop to hit the bottom, as if they were sugar gliders opening their wings. The sensation would be like falling into a small tornado as they popped the bubble with their bodies as Felix would take her weight on his burned arm, wincing at the pain that caused and pushing her forward.

"Run~" He would say, keeping pace behind her not wanting her to realize the situation they were in... any second as they sprint across the hull of the gigantic starship. Those who hunted them could arrive in the bridge, granting them the perfect vantage point to hail blasterfire down upon them... Not to mention Felix had never been the best at deflecting blaster bolts...
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[Finnea Virlee]

Standing a few steps behind him, Finnea watched as he worked a circle into the glass with his lightsaber. An instrument she was not too familiar with but not entirely new to her either. Looking back towards the door, her heart hammering in her chest so forcefully she thought it would make it's way through her ribs any minute. What had she done?
His voice woke her up from her trance, and she looked from his face which had changed from fury into carrying a smile of confidence. She didn't understand him at all but she didn't have to right now. Quickly stepping forward, she took his hand only to be pulled towards him into his side where he wrapped his arm around her.

She refused to look out the window, she didn't want to check again how far down it would be. Instead she found comfort and distraction in his face and in his changing eyes. When he told her to hold on, she simply adjusted herself to put her arms around him - one around his back and the other over his oposite shoulder while leaning her head against him, preventing herself from looking at what was going to happen.

As he leaped, her grip tightned! It was a good thing that her mind was in such a state of chaos at the moment or she would be screaming her lungs out when he made the jump out head first! It felt like a small eternity, waiting to crash into the floor, dying. But it never happened. Instead another new experience took over, suddenly slowing down, embraced by what felt like an pillow softening their landing rapidly only to burst, making them fall to the ground. It would have been much rougher hadn't he taken the fall for her. She scrambled to her feet and felt how he pushed her forward with the command to start running and she did, never looking back up where they came from, just headed straight forward, checking in between if she was going the right way by looking back towards Felix.

They didn't come very far before the blasterfire started to rain behind them, possibly making her speed up and cover her head as if that would help her. She was aiming to dissapear underneath a ship that still stood on the ground. She stopped for a moment, her eyes wild with fright as he approached. "Where, how far?" she asked, panting while taking a quick glance to her device. "Shit.." she mumbled and awaited for him to let her know which direction was the better one while picking up her own blaster from her side.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

They managed to get down a couple more minor ledges before the blasters began to rain, Sith Crusaders were a considerably better shot than those of the storm troopers of the past. Trained with death looking behind them for poor performance, grinding them into some of the more fearsome soldiers in the galaxy who knew little fear, and even less restraint. As the red blasts cascaded down from the heavens themselves, Felix wouldn't turn, rather using his enhanced sight in order to be able to see behind him, bending light in order to increase his range of sight.

Although it had yet to be seen underneath his coat, the material would shred as an almost knight like kite shield made of golden energy would leap from it, blocking a shot that would have slammed into the girls' back. His shield, created by almost a dozen layers of unstable energy would react as one of the shields many layered plates would explode outward, knocking off several other plasma bolts with the shock-wave. All the while his feet would dance across the plate, weaving as blasts would aim for him. Spinning with a saber swing as he'd bat one of the blasts upwards towards the attackers, only to hit the ceiling above their heads.

"Chit!"

Cursing at his miss, the firing line of the crusaders would begin to increase, first ranks firing from kneeling positions at the opening while others stood behind them. The Density of the fire increasing exponentially as a veritable wall of super-heated plasma would be let loose at the two of them. Felix would see it coming, shock, fear and desperation compiling to trigger something within the Knight Obsidian. Eyes flashing a brilliant red, he would hear her question and do nothing more let out a hand as he'd throw a force push into the back of the retreating girl to send her spiraling off the edge of the battleship.

As, within moments Felix would begin to turn, kicking off of the ground and throwing out both hands. A wall of force would erupt from his hands with an attempt to repulse the blaster bolts, slamming into dozens of them as the force of the blast would throw himself off the edge along-side her no more than ten meters behind, pain erupting from one of his legs as he did so.

With one last bubble of telekinesis, he'd ensure her landing would cushion once again just as it had before. He however, would have a harder landing, catching the edge of the bubbles force the bubble would slow him down enough that he could roll out on impact like a hard parachute landing. The force of hitting his leg would cause him to let out a sharp cry of pain, looking down to his leg and seeing the blast wound through his armour-weave cloak on his upper thigh. Another scar...

"My ships Docked at one of the personal Hangers, 23a. If we get there with even 15 seconds to spare we'll be fine. What's the fastest way?"

Felix had some knowledge of the place, however, with all the hallways, coridoors and maintenance shafts, it was likely that the above ground route may not be the best way for them to get to their destination. Speed of travel wasn't the only problem, but needing to fight through other crusaders, and also Sith could pose as much of a danger in the long term as it did in the short. To that ends, this girl had to be the map.
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[Finnea Virlee]

The sight of the wall of plasma being fired at them made her eyes widen. She had never been fired directly at like this before and the sight were sure to leave permanent scars on her mind should she survive this. Finnea looked from the shots being fired to the stranger that would be her only way out of here alive and as he approached she believed he would follow her as she turned around to run again. But as she turned to check, she noticed how he threw his arm out in her direction only for her to be force-pushed out of balance, rolling over the floor with no control, feeling the floor under her dissapear! She screamed as she missed the ledge and went falling down, flailing desperately!

She was caught by the bubble once more, slowing down her fall but unlike the last time, he wasn't there to take her fall so as a split reaction she managed to turn herself over to land feet-first when the buble burst and roll over. She quickly looked up only to see him land rather roughly a few meter beside herself. She got up and ran over to him, hearing how he let out a sound of clearly being in pain. She located the wound right away and felt a sting to her gut - would he be able to continue. She tried to be of any assistance to get him back on his feet as he explained to her where the ship where. She looked around herself for a moment, she had to locate where they were.

Once more she picked up the little device and pushed in a button at it's side. "Hangar 23a, route from current posision." she spoke and a map came up. She looked at it for a minute. "This way then" she looked to him and ran a few steps and stopped. "Will you be able to-...?" She motioned towards his leg and came back in his direction, letting him know that she would gladly try help taking some weight off by offering him to support himself on her. "It's not far, across the open sector through the mechanical storage and we should be there" she said in a low voice that was on the brim of breaking with each spoken word.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Felix would stand, a little weaker on his wounded leg than he may have liked, he was always getting himself hurt on these damned missions, but at least they were out of sight of the gunmen now, any other fight they were going to get into would be on equal ground for now. He'd smile appreciatively at the help the woman would give him, helping him to his feet despite he having almost led directly to her death on board that ship. He was beginning to see why his instincts had told him not to. He'd hold onto her shoulder, getting back up to his feet and testing his weight on the leg.

It was tender, barely able to walk on it, however he was able to, through his connection to the force reinforce the leg, stabilizing it and ensuring at the very least it was able to do its job. However, maintaining such a skill required focus and dedicated concentration, being hit hard enough or attempting to use other force powers would not only threaten the limb getting worse, but the pain it would inflict would be far more problematic.

"Thank you... I'll be ok, lets get moving."

He'd be supporting himself on her for a moment as he would get used to the pain on his leg, moving at a limp at first before taking the pain in stride and ensuring that the impact on the limb was kept to a minimum as he would move to a Jog, weapon still drawn, but deactivated as the two of them would begin following the destination on the monitor, him just continuing to hold her hand for support if he needed it. There were still engineers and other staff members scrambling to attempt to launch the large ships, some of them had even gotten to the points of priming their repulsarlift generators... all in vain... there was no way they could get outside the blast radius of that Battle-Cruiser.

It didn't take long for the two of them to be spotted through the crowd, a crusader began to make their way closer. Undeterred, as the warrior would draw their pistol for close range combat, Felix would begin to draw in the light fro the room around them into the palm of his hand, magnifying the beam and compressing the wave frequency until he could let it out as a silent blast, burning through the Crusader's neck.

Moving to the body, Felix would grab his pistol, and handing it over to his charge.

"Getting out of here is going to be rough, will you be able to use this if you need to? Have you ever used one of these before?" He'd ask cautiously, she'd been through a lot, but, he was wounded now. Some covering fire, even by an untrained gunman could be the difference between life and death.

2 Minutes...

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[Finnea Virlee]

He told her he would be ok, but she was sure that was his pride talking not his body, because at least he took her offer to help him up from the ground and kept her hand for support at the very least as they started to move again. Slow at first, but as he got more used to the pain in his leg, they moved quicker. Navigating the way through the crowd of people, Finnea kept track on their own movement and led the way untill she spotted the crusader. Cursing under her breath she was trying to come up with an reasonable escape but she didn't have to.

The man she tried to save mostly to save her own skin, once more used the force and took care of the crusader for them. She blinked a few times at the sight but followed him over to the body where he picked up the pistol. She took it once it was offered her as her own gun was lost when she was thrown off the edge earlier. "Yes." she nodded quickly and took it. She had never actually needed to be using one outside of the firering-range, but she wasn't too bad. Or so she believed. She looked it over for a minute, recognizing it. "Come on..." she mumbled, not wanting to be near the body for too long in case he came back alive.

She checked the device once more, leading the way towards the mechanical - where she had to once more swipe her card to open the door. "I know they are tracking me by the usage of my card..." she felt like she had to tell him. "But this way is quicker, even if we have to fight our way out" she threw him a sideways glance while the door opened for them. The room was large and held all the equipment any mechanic would ever need. There was not a single person in this room as there was under 2 minutes left - if the ships lacked any equipment or any equipment now, it would be too late. But none the less, she didn't dare run too fast, cautiously looking around the room in case. Just as she spotted door that would take them back out of this storage, it flew open to reveal three more crusaders.

She was too close to her escape now to let them 'win'. She lifted the gun quickly and fired probably more shots than needed. Two down, one stepped back to take shelter behind the door again. Finnea stepped to her own side beside a shelf for coverage herself and looked to the wounded man, thinking what they both knew; they didn't have the time for this. Being the quickest of the two for now and filled with adrenaline from two falls and being chased, she decided that she would signal for him that she would move up to the last one out from his spot behind the door. She took a few quick breaths and stepped out before she got the chance to change her mind. She ran silently up towards their exit and just as she neared the door, the crusader stepped into sight aiming at her.

It all went so fast. She swore she could see the red light flashing in front of her and the next thing she knew, it felt like a freight train hit her right in the shoulder making her drop to her back on the ground, gripping her shoulder. A thud was heard not far from her and when she managed to open her eyes, she could tell it was the last crusader laying on the ground too. Her shot must have been slightly better than his, which was a miracle. Her shoulder hurt so badly, she couldn't make a single sound. She sat up in agony, looking for the man with the CIS emblem, her device at the ground telling her what she needed to know:

1 minute left.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

The Knight Obsidian was impressed, within a couple of moments he had seen a fragile flower, fickle and frail falling apart from within take the pistol willingly from his hand with an almost determined look on her face. It seemed that she was facing a crucible, she was, perhaps unconsciously discovering what kind of person she was in real time, something that many people witnessed in a crisis. She wasn't one to run and hide, she acted. Despite how difficult it had been to do it, how badly she had broken down at the time, she had recovered, at least somewhat.

Moving into the engineers room, Felix would attempt to take point, when a door across the way suddenly slammed open revealing the crusaders within and gunfire rang out. The knight would drop to one knee in front of the girl he was protecting, engaging his shield as their shots would slam into the front of it, detonating the plasma slammed into the unstable energy field of his shield.

The shots that were fired from the relative safety of the cover he provided would slam into two of the crusaders. But following, She would break ranks, moving around the room to aggressively combat the last member of the crew. At first he thought she was only taking cover, but as she moved to take hostile action, Felix would cry out "No, Dont!" But it was too late, the shots were exchanged and the two of them fell backwards, Felix could swear he could see the blaster shot penetrate her shoulder entirely, at that close a range it was likely and she wasn't wearing much in the way of armour.

He'd charge in, catching her before her head could hit the ground, looking at the wound, and seeing that it was her shoulder and not her damned chest. Breathing a sigh of relief, he'd clutch her that little bit closer, spying the countdown as it passed the final minute mark he would lift her to her feet. "You'll be ok, it doesn't look like it hit anything too vital, but I have a medkit on the ship" He would continue marching on, pressing through the door and into the personal hanger.

It took a press of a button on his armour to drop the ramp of the ship. Though no sooner than he had, a figure would drop down from the scaffolding on the ceiling. "Now now now, where would you two little rats be Scurrying?" The black cloak of a Sith would billow, without the armour or uniformity of a Knight... subtle cues of individualism, compared to a terrifying presence in the force. The creature had pink skin Felix would find himself looking to the girl one more time. "You're going to need to make a run for the ship, and no matter what happens, dont turn back or slow down. I'll be there"

The Sith Master would chuckle, drawing two red lightsabers, while Felix would draw his own, brandishing his shield and taking a challenging step forward as his senses would begin to focus everything on the Sith before him...



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[Finnea Virlee]

It was only a miracle that Finnea didn't just scream her lungs out with the pain that was searing through her body from her wounded shoulder. And luckily it was only her shoulder! She could be dead right now, and she wouldn't have made any sounds. She collected herself, grabbing onto her own wounded shoulder and with his help she got herself back up on her feet even if she felt dizzy. A medkit... yeah. They could probably both use it. The engineer didn't have to think twice to pick up speed to follow him, breathing a little more strained than before due to her pain.

Following his movement, she soon spotted the ship that now were lowering it's ramp down for them to go onboard but no sooner had she spotted it, another prescence announced itself. Finnea halted, her eyes widened with the sight of the Sith Master. Oh, no. This could not end well, could it? She met the Knights eyes for a moment. His command was easy enough... She swallowed her initial fear of this being the end, and gave a quick nod in return. When she had collected herself enough for one final effort, she started her sprint.

She quickly passed them and ran towards the ramp, one hand covering her shoulder tightly, her teeth gritted with the immense pain. She did as he told her: she didn't slow down and she did not turn back around. It very much felt like this ship couldn't have been further away, an absolute nightmare with all the blinking lights and screaming sirens. She heard the sound of lightsabers being drawn too, but kept going. She reached the ramp and ran up where she now stopped for a moment and and looked back at the fight between the stranger and the Sith Master. She couldn't watch them, she feared she wouldn't like the outcome and if she didn't she definitively needed to get this ship ready to leave!

Easier said than done...if she only had a little more time, she could probably have fingured this out, but with one arm and not very much flying-experience, this would take her more than 50 seconds to do.

 

[Felix Aquila]

THE FINAL ASSAULT​

Tag: Finnea Virlee
Theme: Destati
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

"Oh no you dont little mouse!" The Sith would spit with venomous intent, thrusting a hand out for the Girl as she would run, the wind itself attempting to thrust out and twist itself around her, but Felix would interpose himself in the way, stabbing his blade into the ground as the force pull would tear at his body, whipping his clothing foward.

"You're fighting me~!" The Knight would proclaim in abject defiance as bilious hatred would cause her to pull harder and Felix would allow his blade to be pulled from the earth. Using the pull to launch himself towards the Sith at speeds a human would find impossible. The Pink skinned Zeltron Sith Master would lash out with her two blades as Felix would slam into her body with his energy shield, the detonation from the unstable energy booming outwards. The collision and the unexpected force slammed into her body hard enough cracks and snaps could be heard as she was cast across the ground like a ragged doll.

Flourishing his weapon in a fencers salute. Felix would stand his ground between himself and his charge.

Spitting blood from her mouth the Sith would stand, chuckling to herself as lightning would begin to coil around her light-sabers as chaotic vines of pulsating blue thorns. Charging Felix again with her enhanced weapons swinging wildly with powerful rapid attacks. Felix would weave in and out of the strikes, the lightning leaping to his body should it get close enough to jump, burning his skin painfully through his armour until he could counter-attack.

Blocking one of the woman's attacks with his shield, the blast would knock one of her weapons to one side with a crackling boom. Opening his shield hand towards her weapon, Felix would use his telekinesis to manipulate the power switch of the weapon, flicking it off just as it should have made impact, swinging harmlessly through him as he would thrust his saber directly for her chest. As she dodged to the side, Felix would bring the weapon diagonally down for her like a guillotine but she would extend her saber again just in time to block it across her chest, lightning crackling at the contact between the two blades.

This woman was good in a fight, there was no denying that... But Felix was receiving damage just by being around her. Thankfully his surprise attack had seemingly evened the odds between the two of them. Looking to his wrist, now that he knew Finnea was aboard he would speak to his armoured arm, microphones would transmit his voice into the cockpit as he spoke. "The ship is mostly voice activated, you just need to speak and the droid AI will do pretty much everything you need!"

Fourty seconds left, and this opponent, although wounded, appeared to be only getting angrier.

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[Finnea Virlee]

Leaning against one of the walls inside his ship, Finnea stood still covering her wounded shoulder with her free hand, feeling the blood that smeared under it, holding her little device in the other hand. Looking down at it, she could see the seconds no ticking away to disaster. Her breath was rapid, shaking with all the conflicting emotions inside her and now the pain that just wouldn't take a break. With a groan, she pushed herself from the wall to start walking forwards to where the cockpit should be, but before she could reach it, Felix's voice souned through a speaker inside the ship. She stood still, listening to it telling her about the droid AI, then turning around to look back towards the open port. She could still hear their fighting through the piercing alarms and commotion of several ships taking off in desperation.

"Come on..." she mumbled to herself, hoping with all her might that Felix would make it, that the one entering this ship within few seconds wasn't the Sith they had encountered! She realized that she couldn't be standing there, watching and hoping and not take any actions. Just one last effort now... She groaned deeply from the searing pain that made it feel like her neck, chest and entire left arm was inflicted as she started to move forwards again. Speeding up, she made it to the cockpit where she slumped down into one of the seats, letting out another sound of pain, wanting to just slide out of the seat again to lay in the floors. But she kept herself supported on the armrest and looked to the panels, sweating from all the running.

"AI, Get this ship ready for take-off, quick - we need to get out of range of the war-ship at the main floor in under..." Finnea struggled to lift the wounded arm enough to look to her device. What she saw, she did not like at all. Looking back in the direction of the port just once more, her hand now falling down, loosing the grip she had on the device that dropped to the ground under her.

"...21 seconds..." she muttered, feeling the ship already reacting to her command.