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[Jerec Asyr]

COMET SHADOWPORT 'STIGLER'S HOPE'
NEAR SITH/NIO WAR ZONE
THE OUTER RIM

In a galaxy of shifting borders, sometimes the best ports are the pop-ups, convenient temporary boltholes that'll be obsolete or lethal in a week. Linger too long-

An alarm klaxon rang through the shadowport's icy halls. Like every soul around, Jerec knew it was the evacuation alarm. Nevertheless, he dropped a card from his sabacc hand and spilled his drink all down his pants. That klaxon was, by design, punishingly loud.

This chunk of Stigler's Hope was a pop-up black-market-slash-cantina, chilly but - for the right price - warm. The comet's cold soaked into his alcohol-laden pants. He looked precisely like he'd pissed himself when the alarm went off.

All over the place, pirates and smugglers and refugees and mercs either bolted for their ships or went to the mismatched windows for a view of the incoming TIEs. (Imperial? Sith? Who knew these days.) Jerec began a brisk wet-pants waddle toward the hangar where he'd parked the Bad Habat.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Aeshi's brow furrowed as the alarm slammed against her ears. That was a nightmare. And worse was what it meant. She considered for a moment and then let the crate of Tillian whiskey drop onto the counter.

"Sorry about your luck," she said after a moment to the bartender. "Afraid that's all I'm able to deliver at this time.' She gave an ironic, apologetic shrug and turned away from the bar, striding through the corridors to her ship.

Her hands already unholstered her blasters, just in case, while she used her wrist to pull her hat tighter down around her forehead and she used two fingers to magnetically seal her coat. Better safe than sorry.

As the throngs surged past her, she pushed her way through towards the hangar.

The new Stardream was on its first trading voyage now she was mobilized and not just running company ships. But if there were fighters approaching, she would have appreciated having one of the Commenor-class refits, but sadly, the crew wasn't combat hardened the way she was.

And with that, it was better she was flying her own vessel.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Stang."

Whisky sloshed and splashed across his shirt. The exiled Corellian grimaced over the waste. Alkor wafted air toward the spill in hopes of drying it, one hand cupped over an ear. "Karking Imps," he cursed as the TIEs screamed past, which only exacerbated his headache.

This was supposed to be a nice night.

Alkor hobbled to his feet, aware of the numbness that alcohol cast over his body. He was not drunk, but he had saturated himself enough that the drink did not simply burn off. It was the closest to a buzz he had been in years.

And now it was wasted.

He pulled the brown coat over his shoulders and stood. "Looks like its time for me to leave." He wasn't afraid of the Imperials or the Sith, but he wasn't particularly inclined to dance with either group. The less he let his face come up in papers, the less likely he was to catch a bounty. Again.

Alkor hurried out of the room toward his ship. The bar Droid came by to pick up the glass he left behind.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Red ran through the siren-filled halls of the port, blaster rifle in hand, fully suited up in his armor and helmet. Multiple other weapons could be seen on his person. He was ready for battle, as always.

Red had been in the port working as an escort for a trading ship, as Red was far beyond qualified for dealing with pirate's and such.. So he had been expecting a fight. What he wasn't expecting was a full on invasion... Perfect, just what he needed, an attack by an entire army of Imperials. Just Red's luck...

As he ran down the halls, he passed by people scrambling to evacuate. Kriffing smugglers and their selfishness... They were all running to the hangar for the ships. Well... Red was too, but not for self-preservation. He was heading to help with the evacuation. The smugglers were cunning, but their self-preservation and selfishness would make them easy targets for the Imperials, also that the TIE Fighters had strength in numbers. The despite the fact that these were smugglers and criminals, Red had to admire their tenacity and resourcefulness. Plus, he couldn't just leave them at the mercy of the Imperials, and he probably had the most combat training and experience out of everyone.

Then, he looked out a viewport, and saw three TIEs headed in a tri-attack formation towards the station. Ah chit... The TIEs launched their payload, the torpedoes shooting out towards the station.

"Incoming!" He yelled, grabbing the nearest smuggler and yanked him back, and dove out of the way, pulling himself and the spacer away from the blast zone. Then, the torpedoes hit, blowing a hole open right where they had been. The smugglers and spacers in the hallway got dragged out into space, with a loud whooshing sound as the air got dragged out. Then, a blast door closed in front of Red and the spacer, sealing off the hole.

Red looked at the man he had just saved. Wait... he knew this man... This was Jerec Asyr ! Red had met him before, and he had even gotten abandoned by him on a planet. Red's relationship with the man was... not pleasant, especially on the getting betrayed by him part.

"Jerec?" Red said, surprised. "Why are your pants wet?" He asked, noticing the wet spot on his pants.

Then, another explosion shook the station. "Nevermind that, we have to move, now!" He said to the man.

Then, he ran off down the hallway, having to take a detour to the hangar. They had to hurry. Where there were TIEs, there was a Star Destroyer, and where there was a Star Destroyer, there were Stormtroopers and landing transports. And Red did not want to deal with Stormtroopers in these tight corridors.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"RED?" Freshly saved from an explosive decompression, Jerec looked down at his wet pants. "It's whiskey. Uh, all of it. Listen, about that marooning - it was mostly about that Muun dick who put a bomb on my ship, and I couldn't ditch him without ditching you and-"

Stigler's Hope rocked under another impact. Jerec winced and followed as Subject 73 Red dashed off toward the hangars. Jerec felt the urge to hustle, wet pants or not. He caught a glimpse of Aeshi Tillian , a serious spacer who'd probably be packing enough concussion missiles to give those TIEs a bad day once she got spaceborne. There was another spacer - Alkor Centaris - who gave Jerec the impression that he could Fight with a capital fierfek.

And that was all good and fitting and wonderful, because Jerec had brought the Bad Habat, a completely unarmed Ithorian shuttle.

"I got a boat," he called after Red. "You need a ride?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The shadowport rocked more than once.

Alkor could feel the Force twisting and pulsating behind him as the TIEs ravaged everything in their path. Why they took aim for this forsaken rock in the middle of a war was beyond him, but he wasn't in any position to ask questions. They were here, and they were out for blood. He hit the ground hobbling as the barely passable building came near to the brink of collapse. He could feel it- the Shatterpoints everywhere in the cantina as they blossomed into existence, born of the damage done.

"F-" he started to curse, but another blast cut him off mid-sentence.

There was no way he could just stand by and watch the atrocity now, knowing that all these people could die and he had the ability to do something. If he did that, then all the talk he'd done about repentance and atonement would be for nothing. "Ya'll need to get the hell out of there!" he called toward the people in the Cantina. "It won't built to last, and it ain't gonna last much longer!"

He checked his blaster and sighed a bit of relief when he saw the weapon was intact and in its proper place. If it was just Imps, probably Stormtroopers, he wouldn't have much trouble. If there was any more than that...

Well, Alkor hoped it wouldn't be much more than that.

Aeshi Tillian | Jerec Asyr | Subject 73 Red

 

[Darth Solipsis]

The station was in uproar, the alarm signaling the time for evacuation filled the icy halls. Pilots and crew alike scattered to their respective hangars, into the safety of their starships. There was others, the odd few who were merely content with watching the show as TIEs flew by the bolted viewports. The Elder's concealed face emerged from the darkened corner, his gaze shifted to his Lethan Twi'lek companion at his side, Via . His adopted daughter for all intents and purposes. "Exceptional timing."

The two had arrived not long ago by charter with unsavory pirates. This was as far as they could take them before they needed to refuel and rest. This situation was another delay, there was no doubt that they would need to procure another charter to their destination in the depths of Sith Space undetected. Laevus rose from his seated position in the shadow and stepped forward, walking stick in hand.

"It is time we left this frozen rock behind." The old man trailed off to the nearest hangar bay, in the direction of the Bad Habat and the assembling spacers there.

Jerec Asyr
Subject 73 Red​

 

[Kole Eckttor]

Once the floor started to shake beneath him, he instantly knew that the station was in trouble.

The beer in his glass started to trick back and forth, sloshing out of the sides. Around him more glasses were being dropped. Some people screamed, others grabbed one last drink from the bartender. But the smart few had their priorities set: protect their ships.

Running out of the bar he continued towards the docking bay. Through the viewports he saw the TIE Fighters screaming by. This wasn’t good. Oh please oh please don’t destroy his ship.

Once he made it to the docking bay he feared the worst had happened. But to his surprise and joy, his ship was still intact. It hasn’t even been in his possession long enough to receive a name yet. Just as he began heading towards his ship, two bright green laser bolts struck the mid-hull.

His ship exploded in a violent flash, sending Durasteel and smoke everywhere. The smoke started to part as a Star Destroyer made its way forward.

There was nothing that he could do besides stand there, speechless.

Jerec Asyr | Alkor Centaris | Subject 73 Red | Aeshi Tillian | Darth Solipsis

 

[Xeykard]

Jerec Asyr Alkor Centaris Subject 73 Red Aeshi Tillian Darth Solipsis Kole Eckttor ​

Weak.

Xeykard could not help but wonder if that was what they saw him as. Worse still, he worried that that was what he -- and all the Sith -- were becoming. They were at war on many fronts. They allied with the Jedi, only for those to show their weakness as well. And yet he found himself aboard the Red Rain, striking at a frozen rock filled with scum and not the enemies at their doorstep.

In private he worried about his own weakness. Could they have seen it? Was that why they sent him away, to some useless place to slaughter criminals and low-lives? Perhaps it was theirs, too, that they did not kill him where he stood if they saw what was in him.

He saw what was in him. And he was determined to crush it. In time, though -- for now he would crush the enemy in front of him.

"Move us towards the main hangar's exit. Launch the rest of the fighters -- patrol in wings, mop up the ones that slip out from whatever hidden spacer's tricks they have. We will keep them pinned.

"These ones have nothing of value. Annihilate them."

Another eight Dominance-class Sith-Imperial Strike Fighters were spat from the frigate's hangar. They screeched towards the station then split off, patrolling in search of those smart enough to avoid the warship at their gates. The other eight circled about, preparing another salvo of concussion missiles for the shadowport's side.

 

[Via]

She had been standing beside and slightly Darth Solipsis while he sat. Her cloak covered almost her entire body, save for a bit of her face. There, it could be seen she was red skinned with smoldering yellow eyes.

When the alarms began to blare, she winced slightly. The sound was deafening, disorienting. She reached out, her hand jamming against the wall to steady herself as a blast rocked the port.

Indeed, my Lord. How...fortuitous.

When he rose and peered out a window, she did the same. The presence of so many TIEs, not to mention the Destroyer, caused her to wonder. Who were they here for? Surely they did not waste valuable resources on smugglers? So, to that end she mused, WHO were they here for.

She nodded once as Laevus made the decision it was time to go. She strode down the hall at his side, cloaked head tilted up as to allow her eyes to scan for possible means of departure. Bumped into more than once on their walk, she let them all pass unhindered.

As they turned the corner of the very busy port, she made no move to bring her hands out of her sleeves to waft the smoke from her face. The devastation, the destruction everywhere. Mindless. No clear focus.

Her eyes settled on Red and those other poor souls. They she shifted her gaze to Laevus and awaited his choice.

Jerec Asyr Kole Eckttor Alkor Centaris Subject 73 Red

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Jerec Asyr Alkor Centaris Subject 73 Red Darth Solipsis Kole Eckttor Xeykard
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"Get those engines primed!" Aeshi yelled into the comlink on her gauntlets. "And get the shields and weapons primed. We're blowing our way out by the look of it." She was speaking to her co-pilot, a roguish, probably-former-pirate Imyni. The comet shook under her feet again and she bounced against the ice wall, bracing herself until the rumbling came to an end.

With that, she pushed herself forward again and ran through the crowd. She could see Alkor in the distance, though she didn't know if he was running a personal contract or a company one. Probably a bit of both, if she were to guess. Ahead, the crowd streamed towards the main hangar, where she could see a stream of fighters rushing towards the hangar.

She threw herself to the ground again as the first round of munitions detonated against the surface around the hangar, shaking the shadowport beneath her feet. Ironically, she recognized Jerec Asyr again as well. Talk about a small galaxy.

"Kark," she hissed, seeing the strike frigate emerge from behind it as well. Two ships? That was going to be problematic. Even with everyone attempting to evacuate, she'd have to punch quite a hole in the attacker's ranks for everyone else to get out.

Her comms chirped in her ear as her co-pilot squawked back at her that they were ready to go in his native bird-like tongue. The ship was up and ready to go, with the turbolaser charged and concussion missiles loaded.

As the hangar settled in its rocking, she pushed herself up off the ground and sprinted the last few dozen yards and up the boarding ramp, hitting the button to close it behind her.

Already, the ship hummed beneath her feet and she felt it lift off the deck. After a few moments, she slid into the cockpit and stared ahead through the bridge viewport of the modified YV-929 armed freighter . She strapped herself in as the ship lurched forward towards the hangar shield. "Missiles on my mark!"

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Aeshi Tillian Jerec Asyr Alkor Centaris Darth Solipsis Via Kole Eckttor Xeykard

Red waved off Jerec as he tried to explain what had happened. "Don't worry about it, you're a selfish, self-obsessed spacer, it's in your nature. Like how it's in my nature to take your kneecaps if you try it again. We just can't defy our very nature." Red said, adding in that clearly ominous threat to Jerec. But, truly, Red had gotten over it. Red had gotten off the planet easy enough, and he had to admit, that Muun had been very annoying. Though, he didn't believe Jerec when he said that the stain on his pants was all alcohol. He could smell the alcohol, sure, but there was something else mixed in there...

"I got a boat," he called after Red. "You need a ride?"

"Nah, I've got a starfighter!" Red replied. Then, they ran into the hangar, and it was chaos.

Smoke and fire was spread all throughout the hangar, and multiple ships were destroyed. Smugglers and spacers ran left and right, scrambling to try and reach and prepare their ships to escape. Luckily, Red's starfighter was still sitting there, not yet destroyed. Further off, he could see a cruiser, launching fighters, and making sure that no one escapes with said fighters.

Then, he saw two people in cloaks, an old man with a cane, and an old woman. "Sir! Ma'am!" He called out to them. "Do you have a ship? If you need a ride, Jerec here will help you!" He said, clasping the man beside him on the back. "You know what to do, Jerec. Help these fine people out, would you?" Red told him.

He also looked over, and saw a man looking heartbroken at his burning ship. Red ran over to him. "Hey! You need to get moving! There's a ship over there with space on it!" He told the man, pointing to the Bad Habat, which was completely unarmed. Perfect. They would need help if they were going to escape.

"Jerec! You help these people escape! I'll help cover you!" Red yelled out to him over the sound of another spacer ship taking off from the hangar, trying to escape.

Red ran over to his starfighter, and climbed into the cockpit. He started activating the ship, the engines turning on. The cockpit closed down, sealing him off. He pressed away out the buttons on his console, priming the engines and the weapons. He pushed the throttle forward, and the starfighter lifted up off the ground. Then, he turned up the engines. His starfighter flew out of the hangar, headed out into space. Red noticed another ship, Aeshi Tillian , priming it's missiles for combat. They were getting ready to fight.

Red hailed that ship. "This is Red. I will assist you in combating the enemy fighters and frigate. Let's first focus on the fighters around the hangar, they're taking down the most ships." He said.

Then, he noticed two enemy fighters preparing to fire on an escaping transport. Well that wouldn't do at all... Red pulled his starfighter down, moving down on an attack run on the two enemy fighters.

This was where the fun begins.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor helped two older spacers along as they crept out of the creaking cantina. Another volley rocked the substructure, and he felt the shivering pylons give in the Force. He turned his gaze rapidly toward the building as dust and debris sifted through the rattling ceiling and it caved in. The windows groaned wildly as they cracked, then shattered.

The wild, open space began to suck the innards of the cantina outward. Alkor grabbed hold of the two men and leapt toward the floor. When they hit the deck, they cried out with the realization that the vacuum was tugging them toward it.

"Stay calm! Find something to grab hold of- not me! Not me, its pulling me too!"

They scrambled as Alkor let them go and fumbled toward a guide rail, manhandled it and pulled himself upright. "Fierfek," he hissed as he caught his breath.

While the vast emptiness gave the station a proverbial enema, the debris began to clog the hole up. Once too much refuse had amalgamated in the open wound, they felt the artifical gravity return; but the damage was already done.

"If they hit it again, we won't get a reprieve. Get to the hangar. Hurry!"

Aeshi Tillian | Subject 73 Red | Jerec Asyr | Kole Eckttor | Darth Solipsis | Via | Xeykard

 

[Via]

The young Twi'Lek shifted her eyes from the devastation to the first man to offer assistance Subject 73 Red . She pulled her hands from their folded position within her sleeves, and lowered her cloak. She wasn't unattractive. Quite the opposite. And surprisingly, she was young, in her early 20s. Eyes a smoldering yellow, she gave the man a gracious nod of her head.

She switched her gaze to the man that Red insisted help them, Jerec Asyr . Via nodded to him.

Gratitude.

She motioned towards Jerec and looked to Darth Solipsis for confirmation if they would take the offer.

And then all hell broke loose, as if it hadn't already. She felt the vacuum that was created. Debris sped past them, headed out into the void of space. Turning her head, she scanned rapidly for debris heading there way. She saw a large chunk of railing whirling madly and bearing down on them. instinct and self preservation took over.

Moving only a hand slightly, she shifted the direction of the railing, diverting it to one side of them. unfortunately, it smashed into one of the landing struts of one of the remaining ships. She had no time for explanation. She would protect them at all costs, and her attention was needed elsewhere right now.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

STIGLER'S HOPE - HANGAR - UNDER ATTACK

Every natural and supernatural instinct strongly suggested getting out of here now. And he very well might have, but Red's barb about self-interest struck home. As debris whirled around and the hangar's pressure dropped sharply, Jerec keyed the Bad Habat's airlock and paused there, looking back. Any number of people really did need a ride, immediately. Stray fire or superaccelerated shrapnel zipped through a nearby corridor.

He whistled loud, and threw his limited grasp of the Force into it. He felt like his old teacher, Jegy Sesara , would approve of the practicality of Force Whistle.

"ALL ABOARD!"


HANGAR AND ENVIRONS: Via Alkor Centaris Kole Eckttor Darth Solipsis
SPACE: Aeshi Tillian Subject 73 Red Xeykard

 

[Xeykard]

Jerec Asyr Alkor Centaris Aeshi Tillian Subject 73 Red Kole Eckttor Darth Solipsis Via ​

"Less than three minutes until we have a sight into the hangar," the helmsman said.

The shadowport's main hangar was dug deep into the comet's ice, and the Red Rain wasn't nearly as fast as its fighter escort. They were taking a wide berth as to not be surprised by- well, by something like the A-wing that shot out of Stigler's Hope. The interceptor fired on a pair of strike fighters who had been preparing for a second run. Their shields held for the moment. They launched chaff and rolled off in an attempt to shake their pursuer. And yet, Xeykard sensed...

"Jedi," he spat, then sissed his contempt in his native language.

"Destroy the transports that leave. Lock tractors on that starfighter, then fire. This one will stop the Jedi." Xeykard breathed deep, summoning his power as he reached out through the Force. He visualized the controls of the starship. He could not see the Jedi, not yet, but he could feel them. There was a light hidden under the glee that came from the Jedi's attack.

He reached forward with his hand, then grasped the control stick of the A-wing through the Force, using his telekinetic strength in an attempt to immobilize -- or at least, slow -- the starship's nimble movement. The Red Rain reached out as well with its tractor beams to grasp the A-wing.

Jedi.

His anger welled up inside. These were the ones that propagated his madness. His hand closed, tighter and tighter; his grip unbreakable.

The starfighters, once more relieved of pressure, prepared to harass the outgoing freighters.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

"What a Great Whistle. Time to give them a Little Surprise."

The Sullustan had been in system nearby but after a few rather angry looking warp signatures, he decided to stay in hiding with his cloaking device on. He been keen on getting spreading the word of Ashla through those in the Shadowport, letting his wife rest easy on Tython since she did a lot to take care of him. However with things starting to look sideways, Empire and all deciding to blow things up, he decided perhaps the best approach was to do what he was best known for.

Causing Trouble.​

With his starfighter becoming uncloaked, it became very apparent it did not even belong in this time period with multiple sensors picking up immediately a TIE/PH on sensors. The Sullustan had a lot of downtime and with some old...data he had long ago, he had rebuilt his pride and joy after losing it some eight hundred years ago in an unfortunate bombing accident. There been only one major modification done to his old fighter craft, something given to him by Mr. Hafey himself. As he uncloaked, it was unnaturally close to a certain frigate, a certain Red Rain frigate, a Dramath-class Strike Frigate.

Uncloaked completely right near the right side, he thrusts both of the throttles forward as the powerful hum of the ion engine erupted around him with its distinctive whine, opening fire with all three laser cannons on the tips as it started to batter down the tractor beam nearby to disrupt or hopefully, destroy said tractor beam on the Frigate before pulling around a bend as laser cannons most likely would try to swat him out of space right about now.

There was a notable difference from this Tie Phantom from others, there was a missile pack at the bottom of the cockpit instead of the other two laser cannons, one shot a piece as the Sullustan flipped a small switch on the left throttle as it primed the first of two missiles as he went close as he could towards the hanger section of the frigate and fired the missile, but did a full stop and reverse. His eyes grew wide for a moment as he foreseen what was going to occur...literal nothing as he spoke out on open comns.

"Ashla does not approve of this."

Firing at the missile as it most likely stopped moving around the back half, closer to hanger and the bridge but not quite, it would trigger the Seismic Missile.

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Pulling inward from the Collapsium, there was a deafening silence as people could see from even the Shadowport and those on the battlefield could see something shining bright blue in an orb before it pressed inward and exploded. The Sullustan did not know where the Ring Shockwave would produce as he merely flew far away as he could, taking a few hits towards his rear deflector shields as it would wreck havoc to the Frigate which, while not outright destroying it depending on where the Ring started, probably just caused a massive panic attack as even a nearby asteroid was ripped into pieces from the effect.

The Sullustan flicked a few switches as he changed his deflector status and flew towards the fighter groups in front of him, flicking a few switches as the targeting array would open up as he pushed all weapon charges to minimum and all power to engines, thrusting himself forward towards the starfighter group in front of him as he opened up Comns.

"Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Sesara and I do not approve of the attack on this station!"

Xeykard Jerec Asyr Via Alkor Centaris Subject 73 Red Aeshi Tillian Kole Eckttor Darth Solipsis

 

[Darth Solipsis]

Chaos unreigned, and unchecked.

The situation had quickly gotten out of hand as a Star Destroyer and a Strike Frigate stalked the outside of the hangar bay. There was panic, there was disorder, there was destruction. The Elder pressed forward, focused on the task ahead as he made way for the Bad Habat. The shouting from the male with red hair briefly caught his attention, his hooded glare came down upon the stranger for but a fleeting moment. His eyes shifted away as Via came in tow, he continued his stride until he reached the threshold of the Ithorian vessel. The ear piercing whistle that followed captured his full attention, yet he made no effort to engage in chatter. The subtle manipulation of the Force that came with the whistle was not lost to him, no it was noted, and stored away for later.

The station shook once more, a hole in the station emerged into the vacuum of space. The cantina was gone, debris floated around the corridors and moved throughout the hangar. Via made use of her talents to subtly move aside potential dangers, on the other hand he would remain quiet aside from the occasion wheezing or coughs as he climbed on board without a word. The pressure to the hangar dropped sharply, it was time to leave. There was no time for idle chatter and he had no love for anyone caught within the unfolding disaster. He lived by a code, and would not stray from it to save another who could not help themselves.

The Elder found a dark corner to sit in and waited. He felt the presence of many force signatures, weak and powerful alike. He continued to mask his own and reached out in an effort to get a better sense of those in the grand game at work.



Via Subject 73 Red Jerec Asyr Alkor Centaris Kole Eckttor Aeshi Tillian Jegy Sesara Xeykard

 

[Alkor Centaris]

More jet screams washed away his thoughts as Alkor hurried toward the hangar. He smelled the burning, smoldering, melting metal all around and drew his blaster. He sensed the danger before he saw it, but he already knew what came next. The Imperial types always moved in to take prisoners, especially when Spacers were involved.

"Guns out, lads," he called to the other two men as they made their way through the corridor. "We were too slow, now we're gonna have company."

"Might be I shoot one or two, but my back ain't what it used to be," the gray bearded senior spacer spat back at him. "Might be time the ol' time card got punched."

"If you're gonna clock out, do it on your own time," Alkor hissed. "I ain't gonna let you die on my watch."

"We've lived pretty good lives, kid," the slightly younger, still well-aged man said. "If we go out fightin', I got no complaints."

"Blastin' Imps reminds me of the good ol' days. Back when the Alliance took it to the One Sith." There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke. "Figure if I can take a few blackhearted nasties with me when I go, the boys waitin' for me on the other side won't be too offended."

Alkor held his weapon up and sidled up to a corner, then glanced around. Stormtroopers flooded the hangar from landing shuttles, blasters out and ready. "Yep," he muttered, "Death, taxes, and stormtroopers. The only certain things in life. Gramps, we've got at least 8 in sight, more than that waiting in the wings." Alkor pointed ahead of them, toward some downed sheet metal and rubble. "We've got some cover, just gotta make it without getting shot. You ready?"

"I've been ready for twenty years, son. Ever since my kid got vaped by a Stormy right in front of me." He brandished a pair of his own blasters and hopped out of cover in front of Alkor. "Make 'em dance, boys!"

The Corellian exile hopped out and took a shot of his own. Stormtroopers cried out their death wails and others radioed out for assistance. Volleys of returned fire ensued.

Green and red bolts of energy raced across the hangar bay.

Aeshi Tillian | Subject 73 Red | Jerec Asyr | Kole Eckttor | Darth Solipsis | Via | Xeykard

 

[Via]

Nothing need said by Darth Solipsis . Via had long since learned to anticipate his wishes. That is, when he allowed it. Right now though, she had no time for considering such things. Her stride lengthened as she followed him to the Bad Habit.

She, like Laevus, had no personal connection to anyone in here. She had protected her companion. Were any fools to think it had been out of concern for their existence......They were sorely mistaken. But, alas, she did not have the time to educate anyone.

She stood on the ramp leading into the Bad Habit. Hands outstretched to her sides, she watched as troopers began to emerge. Lovely she thought to herself.

She watched as the troopers began shouting orders to this spacer or that civilian. She saw people get to their knees, even prostrate themselves on the ground. She sneered at their weakness. Had they no strength of will?

She waited until the last stow away was aboard the Bad Habit. Only when she felt the ramp closing would she move. She waited, and any trooper who came close and attempted to board the ship, were met by one very angry Lethan Two'Lek with fiery red eyes.