Maws!

[Dark Forces]

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Rishi Aurek, the largest of the remote planet's spacedock facilities, thrummed with frenetic activity.

Dozens of merchant captains, their clothing and ships revealing ports of origin as far as the Bootana Hutta or even Silver Jedi space, argued with brown-uniformed customs officials about proper tariffs and up-to-date permits. Patrols of white-armored stormtroopers parted the crowds, making their regular rounds and responding to reports of potential illegal activity. Laborers and shuttle pilots wearing grey Imperial Mining Collective jumpsuits took quick caf breaks or checked off inventory lists on their transports. Binary loadlifters trundled from docking bay to docking bay. A few native Rishii, who so rarely took to the stars, muddled about wide-eyed.

This was the territory of the new Galactic Empire. It was also the edge of the galaxy, and a stop along the Mara Trade Corridor. The three roles conflicted and converged, bringing together soldiers, scouts, and traders in a riot of color and varied intent. Weapons were worn openly, as on many fringe worlds, but permits for them were carefully checked. Spice surely flowed through the port, but under threat of execution for its traffickers. The Imperials were doing their best to tame this long-lawless planet, but none of its denizens intended to give them an easy time of it. And that wouldn't even be the worst thing for the stormtrooper garrison that day.

Deep in the void of space, but coming ever closer, a vast and primal intelligence stirred. And it. Was. Hungry.

 

[Frevik Margos]

Frevik Margos kept his eyes on his datapad, trusting his personal assistants to keep him from bumping into anyone in the crowd.

If there was one thing the Imperial Mining Collective's executive despised, it was disorder, and he was seeing it far too often in his own operations. IMICOL was young, and its patterns of supply and production were not yet fully set. But there was no time for growing pains, not when the efforts to subdue and hold Bothan Space against insidious rebel forces required a steady intake of war materiel. A single misplaced decimal point in local record keeping could make the forges of battle go hungry, let alone delays in shipping or refining the valuable fuel that was produced on this savage world. Frevik had come to uncover any such deficiencies and correct them immediately.

He had never been one for beachside vacation homes or tropical climes; his entire interest in Rishi revolved around Exonium. The natives had used it for millennia to light primitive cooking fires and keep warm during winter in the mountains they inhabited, but for the Empire it could do much more: it could fuel entire war fleets. Countless kilometers of the planet's jungles had been cleared to make way for vast Exonium mines and refineries, enriching the material into hypermatter reactant and sublight fuel alike. The finished product was then lifted to orbit by skyhook turbolifts, then shuttled to the waiting military transports and brought directly to the Bothan Front.

So far, Frevik's inspection tour had revealed nearly a dozen minor sources of inefficiency that he would ensure were eliminated. On the whole, however, he was rather pleased. His company was a meritocracy, with hard work and attention to detail rewarded just as the lack of such effort was punished, and there were several local foremen and pilots who were certainly on the road to promotion. He glanced at the time display at the corner of the datapad and winced, the expression puckering the scars that lined his face. He would have to conclude his tour soon; there were half a dozen other spacedock facilities to inspect, and he intended to accomplish it all within 24 standard hours.

Yet a prickling in his spine gave him pause. He'd learned to trust his instincts, and they were telling him something was wrong...

[member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="gdsryrox"]​

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

The new galactic empire and the space it controlled was Iturizu most recent destination in her journey to see what the different faction had in store, From what she head learned this new empire was based off the old one from 800 years ago, an empire dedicated to control and a strict law to keep their populaces in-check, needles to saw she was intrigued by this prospect and had arrived on the space port a few moments earlier.

Exiting her fighter she was greeted by a customs officer, wearing the empire trademark brown uniform with a air of superiority around him, "before we can allow you to access to the station we have to search you and your ship for anything illegal, your welcome to keep your weapon but you will suffer strict consequence for any unlawful actions, do you understand". Iturizu nodded her head "I understand, and i can assure you I'm not carrying anything illegal, she liked their straight to the point attitude and efficiency.

After a brief check of her fighter and person, which fortunately didn't try her patience she was allowed access to the station, coming into one of the main corridors she saw a large range of different races and profession, what stood out the most was the white armor of the storm trooper, their presence made known and their clear authority made clear as merchants made way for them to pass unimpeded, yes she could get use to this. Those that are under the law should show respect to those that keep it, life in the galaxy would be so much easier if people were just content with it instead of constantly wanting more power or their stupid freedom for everyone ideology that never worked.

To see how the station operated she started making her way towards the more company owned area of the structure, having a strict military stance was good but also having an efficient economy also helped. Though despite this the force seemed to give her a warning feeling, like their was an impending disaster on the way, but she couldn't for the life of her know where it would come from, perhaps it was just her imagination, she always felt uptight.

[member="Frevik Margos"]

 

[Dark Forces]

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It had drifted through lightless eternities, half-sleeping, driven by the hunger pangs that haunted its dreams. It had traveled in hibernation, its biological processes slowed to a crawl, but it had still felt its energy slowly ticking away across the light years, keeping it alive in the frigid expanse of deep space. Its massive body could only be sustained so long by the reserves it had built up in long-ago feeding frenzies. It would have to gorge itself, and soon, in order to survive, and its primitive mind plotted that moment with every neuron available. It had kept enough stamina in reserve for a devouring surge that would sate it for centuries to come.

All the traffic around Rishi meant that even the sophisticated sensors of the Imperial port authority might take time to classify incoming objects, and it took even longer if the object registered as an anomaly. Technicians stared at the readouts, confused at this strange mass approaching the planet's orbit. Not a freighter - it was big enough to be a battleship. But life signs readings emanated from all of it, a single thrum of consciousness. Theories began to fly. A Yuuzhan Vong bioship? That seemed unlikely; it was alone and unsupported, and Vong activity in this region of space was low to none. A parasite? A sensor glitch?

When it came into view, however, theorizing went out the window. It was huge, covered in armored ridges and flagella and teeth, more than a dozen eyes studding each side of its head. It seemed to swim through space, undulating in some invisible current, and it moved with terrifying speed. A freighter that had crossed its path tried to veer away... and the creature smashed directly through it, spilling cargo and dying crewmen into the void. Behind the viewports of Rishi Aurek, people began to scream as the beast twisted from side to side, scarfing down shattered pieces of durasteel hull like a mastiff unleashed on chunks of roba steak.

Then, sensing larger prey, it looked up and made a beeline for the station. Collision alarms blared. Brace for impact...

 

[Frevik Margos]

Absorbed in his work, Frevik hardly noticed what was happening until everyone around him started screaming.

He stared up from his datapad, more irritated at the interruption than anything else, and felt his heart skip a beat. Hanging in the void just beyond the station's viewports, its strange organic solar sails flared to propel it at deadly speed, was a beast out of a madman's nightmare. Taking a deep breath, the mining executive regained control of himself. He was a practical man. He did not stop to consider where it had come from, or why it had arrived at Rishi now. He considered only the damage it might do to the Empire's infrastructure and its people, and he began to compute ways to prevent and mitigate whatever harm it might inflict.

Frevik touched the communications bead in his ear, and winced as he discovered that the station defense channel was already swamped with frantic voices. With a quick press of a button he activated his executive override, muting all voices except his own. Then he opened a public channel, broadcasting his voice across the station. "This is Frevik Margos of IMICOL," he stated, his voice clear and unwavering. "Remain calm. Move back from the viewports and take cover behind sealed bulkheads. Brace yourselves against a solid object. The situation will be resolved shortly. Defense crews, target the creature's eyes and fire at will."

He did not, strictly speaking, have the authority to give orders to the military defense crews, but he hoped that they would listen. Around him, he could hear his instructions being utterly ignored as the station erupted into pandemonium. His lip curled; survival of the fittest, then. It would be only a matter of seconds before that vast void creature smashed into Rishi Aurek, shattering the outer bulkheads and sucking anyone still standing on the docking ring into space. His bodyguards quickly hustled him into a storage area with a heavy blast door, preparing to seal it against the attack. "In here if you want to live," Frevik told those dashing by, though few seemed to listen.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

The feeling of a unusually force signature increased her anxiety as she continued to walk down the hallways of the station, looking out the window to see if she could spot what was producing this strange signature signature. As the object closed in she stepped back form the window a bit her eyes winded from what was out their, a colossal beat easily the size of a capital ship making a bee line for the station.

Alarms blasted in her ears as the beast began to devour ships that got in its way, people ran panicky past her in and attempts to save themselves, on person pushed past her with a bit to much force for her "out of my way woman". The man continued to run and judging by attire he was a wealthy merchant of some sort, her hand reached for her saber, someone like that would feel her wrath for being so inconsiderate, but she stopped at the sound of a plea for help.

A twi'lek woman who appeared to be a scientist of some kind came stubbing by, most likely owned by the merchant, "wait don't leave me". She began to fall over from the wieght of what ever she was carrying, but was stopped by Iturizu, "you should no bother with such a person, he will die because of his action as I suspected he will try to leave the station in a ship, which will undoubtedly be eaten, if you want to live come with me. Making a mental note about it for when they had to evacuate, for now they had to find a person of higher authority, that would be the key for survival.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

The blaring alarms and the on rush of people made this more confusing then open heart sugary with primitive tools, running through the corridors she looked out the window observing the massive destitution the beast was causing to all the ships it came close to.'A miner's horror? it must have been living in dormant for centuries since there hasn't been a sighting of one in ages, oh no that means it will be going into a feeding frenzy'. Bringing her attention back to running down the corridor, her most recent client had run off, pushing pass a mirialan woman on his, "Wait don't leave me",

Trying to keep up she stumbled over a bit, the container she was caring bit a bit more unstable than originally though, her fall was halted by the mirialan woman how he had pushed over. All she did was nod at her, unable to really have a response, she was more interested in getting the money he owed her but living now seemed like a better option. Picking up the container she followed the woman down the hallway, her gaze shifting to the light saber on her belt, 'Is this person a Sith, i better be careful'.

Being distracted she was not prepared to be shoved into a strong room by the woman, regaining balance she make her way to a comer and sat down for the moment. Even if she did not make it out alive documenting the miner horror was be of scientific must, seeing one up close wasn't her ideal study method but it was now or never. Looking around the room she spotted [member="Frevik Margos"], recognizing him as an executive of some sort aboard the station, sticking close to him would be vital.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

 

[Dark Forces]

The creature's impact with the station shook every support strut, the transparisteel windows shattering under the force of its armored head and the crushing might of its massive jaws. As chunks of durasteel were torn away, sliding down the beast's throat, a gaping wound was left in Rishi Aurek's promenade deck. Air whooshed past in a terrifying cyclone as the entire outer level depressurized, tearing the screaming forms of a hundred sentients out into the freezing void. But the monster did not seem to even notice their flailing bodies as they rebounded from its hide. It hungered for metal, not flesh, and it was far from sated.

Thrashing its head from side to side, it ripped off even more pieces of the outer levels, steadily widening the gap it had made. Finally it stuck its entire head through the hole, eel-like, and stared into the station's interior, its many eyes level with the terrified bystanders hiding behind sealed blast doors. It could sense thicker, richer layers of metal deeper inside, along with a thrumming warmth it desperately wanted to consume - Exonium-based fuel. It wriggled its body, trying to force itself deeper into the station and tearing at the bulkheads with its teeth to clear a path. The desire, the need, to reach the central reactor had touched its primitive mind.

Outside, Imperial customs ships were rapidly responding to the threat. They opened fire on the creature's serpentine body, but their cannons had no effect at all, and their missiles barely dented the creature's hide. Heavier support was en route; surely even a monster such as this could not withstand the might of a Star Destroyer. But in the meantime, the damage would continue unless some way could be found to distract or slow the beast. And no matter how much the customs cruisers poured firepower onto its exposed back half, it showed no signs of withdrawing - or even noticing that it was being threatened.

 

[Frevik Margos]

Frevik watched with a combination of horror and disgust as Rishi Aurek's outer decks were sheared away, devoured in a storm of metal and blood. He had known what was likely to happen, but to witness it was another matter. The damage to infrastructure alone was considerable; it would already take more time and resources than he could easily spare to get the station back to full capacity, and the attack had only just begun. But it was the loss of life among Imperial citizens that truly struck at him. He had thrown in with the Empire to create a safe and lawful society. To see those who relied on that protection dying was a bitter pill to swallow.

But there was little time for grief or recrimination. His own death was still an imminent possibility.

The monster was wriggling further into the station, its many eyes - each one as tall as Frevik - locked on the storeroom in which he had taken shelter. Its teeth were scraping along the bulkhead door. It would be through soon, and even if he didn't go down its throat or become shredded against its jaws, he would be killed by the vacuum of space. There was precious little time to formulate a plan. Escape from this storeroom was necessary, but there was no other door, nowhere to retreat. Another smash of the creature's head dented the door half a meter inward as the mining executive forced himself to think.

His eyes settled on a young Mirialan woman - and more precisely, on the lightsaber she wore. That she had survived the monster's impact already indicated that she had good instincts. Her weapon raised all sorts of questions in his head - was she an Inquisitor? One of the rogue Imperial Knights? A member of the distant Jedi or the allied Sith? - but he pushed them aside. He cared about only one thing: the reputation that a lightsaber could cut through any material. "You there," he said, keeping his voice calm, level, and polite. "Your weapon. It could cut through the back of the storage room. It's our best chance to escape."

He sincerely hoped that tales of the lightsaber's abilities had not been greatly exaggerated.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Shoving [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] into the strong room quickly before the beats impacted was just her way to speed thing up, as the door closed behind them just after a few seconds sealing the outer parts of the station. She felt the force presences of the beast slowly get closer, bracing for the impact in whatever way possible. The initial ram sent a shock wave though the room, though she was able to maintain balance, around her the feeling of minor force signatures fading away confirmed that the outside was completely depressing. For the first time in a while she felt fear creeping up inside, this was not and experienced that ever crossed her mind, but that would not stop her in the slightest from trying to escape.

She looked to her left as a man addressed her, "what is it"?, the man was obviously a person of authority, that would mean he had a goo understanding of the station and were to go, good. "It should but it will take time if the wall is as strong at the door there". Not wasting a moment she ignited her light-saber, the red blade illuminating the room, giving the occupants a glimmer of hope, though at the same time a slight amount of fear, Sith tended to do that. Making her way to the back wall she plunged the saber into it and started cutting. The wall was strong but was slowly giving way to the heat of the blade, the metal melting under it force, as the banging on the door became louder she gritted her teeth pushing harder on the hilt.

The makeshift exit was almost done when the door was stating to show signs of giving way, just when is started getting worse the hole was finally cut though large enough for everyone to pass though easily, though keeping clear of the molten sides would be necessary. "Everyone out now"! the door buckled more under the stress and she took it upon herself to keep it at bay until everyone was though, using the force she pushed back against the blast door buying some more time for the rest of the members to safety get out. Once she was sure all everyone was out she let go of the door making it out herself quickly using the force to place the cut section back, giving it a slight weld with her saber, "that should hold for now, whats our next move".

[member="Frevik Margos"]

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Needless to say terrified was a appropriated way of describing her feelings just now, the initial shock of the beast ramming it head into the station was over, but now the impending doom of dying in the vacuum of space or by being eaten was real. She typed away on her data pad, for the time being ignoring what was being said around her, from what she knew about a miners horror was that the feed on metal ores and power sources mainly, if they were to survive this encounter they would have to make their way to the other side of the station, avoiding the main reactor and paces were stronger and more refined metals were.

When the sound of [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] red blade of a light-saber came to bear she slightly jumped though judging from her action she could guess why, there was no way out of this room so one would have to be made. She watched frantically as the hole was cut, trying to ignore the sound of banging coming from behind, she breathed a sigh of releaf as the hole was cut with the doors still intact, though being slightly surprised when the mirialan decided to put her own well being on the line for other, 'sure is different from what I have heard about the Sith'.

Quickly she grabbed her belonging and made her way through the exit quickly taking a chance to talk to [member="Frevik Margos"], "Mr Margos do you have a route out of here that involves keeping as much distance between us and the main reactor, the beast should have no interest in us and getting out of its way should be our main priority". Looking back briefly she heard the sound of the door at breaking point and saw the mirialan jumping through the hole, using the force to place the cut section back, then creating a temporary seal which she welded on using her light saber, it would hold, hopefully.

 

[Dark Forces]

Just behind the small group, the sound of its passage muffled by the re-sealed wall, the creature finally smashed through the storage room's blast door.

The creature snapped at durasteel crates, sending up showers of cargo that scattered across the storeroom floor, then vanished into the depths of space as air rushed out of the chamber. But now it had encountered a problem - the hole it had chewed into the station was not large enough to accommodate the rest of its bulk. It thrashed back and forth, shaking the entire structure, then rapidly withdrew, pulling more metal from the ragged edges of the opening as it retreated. Yet it did not leave peace behind it. Huge creatures detached from its body, their leathery wings filling the depressurized halls, their bony bodies worming their way into the circuitry.

All throughout the station, screaming began anew as the smaller creatures attacked. They were mynocks, but not the size of the common pests that were easily scraped off of starship hulls. From head to tail they were as tall as a Wookiee, their wingspan even longer. They must have been some ancient subspecies, brought through the infinite depths of space by the massive beast to which they had attached themselves. There were hundreds of them, moving through every corridor in a frenzy, slashing with claws and ripping with sucker-like mouths. Perhaps they were merely frightened, or perhaps these mynocks really did have a taste for blood.

Outside, the leviathan monster simply ignored the continuing barrage from the Imperial customs ships. It turned and, with a quick undulation of its tail and angling of its solar sails, plunged back into the station. A second impact pushed the entire structure off course. Sensor alarms wailed - the station had entered a decaying orbit. Unless that course could be corrected, it was only a matter of time before Rishi Aurek hit the atmosphere of the planet below. Re-entry would tear it apart, and nothing on it would survive. There was little time to prevent such a fate, but the colossal beast was still pushing its way inside...

 

[Frevik Margos]

Frevik watched in awe as the Sith - for what else could that blood red lightsaber indicate? - cut her way through the wall, ushered them through, and moved the cut section back into place, welding the opening with the heat of her weapon. He was a practical man, a believer in power through command of physical forces - weapons, soldiers, vehicles, starships. This was something else, something spiritual, a well of might he could never touch or understand. In some sense, it was a danger to the Empire. How could it ever be regulated, a power that came from within? But at the moment he was deeply grateful. That power had kept him alive.

The small group stood in a maintenance tunnel that ran between two of the circles of decks. Fortunately, it was pressurized, or their survival would not have lasted long. "Well done," Frevik commended the Sith. He turned to the Twi'lek doctor, pondering her question. "I agree, we should stay well clear of the reactor. But with the outer decks and most of the docking bays destroyed, we will have to go further in. I have an executive shuttle in my personal docking bay in the administrative section. If we can reach it while the beast is preoccupied..." But the words died on his lips as the station shook again and new, more dire alarms blared.

Frevik frowned. He knew those alarms; they meant that the station's orbit had been disrupted. "We are off course due to these impacts," he declared, staring at his datapad to get a map of the station and consider his options. "The shuttle is on the far side of the station. We will never reach it before we burn up in the atmosphere unless we can reach the control center, fire the station thrusters, and correct our orbit." He crossed to a maintenance hatch, opening the way to an inner deck - and ducked just in time as a leathery body swooped through. The huge mynock latched onto one of his bodyguards, ripping out the man's throat and dropping him with a gurgle.

"Defend yourselves!" Frevik cried, as half a dozen more of the savage scavengers burst through the door.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

She gave a slight nod to [member="Frevik Margos"] as he commended her methods, not really one to talk unnecessarily, while he talked with the twi'lek scientist who name still eluded her a feeling of another impending shock from the beast flooded through the force into her, "hold on its going to ra....". With the station already tilting and any shields down the next shock felt more stronger sending the group stumbling a bit, she was able to regain her balance quickly but now a new sense of urgency came with the stations new predicament.

"If you have a map I suggest you lead the way for now", this proved to be a bad move as upon opening the door wing creatures of some sort flew through, eviscerating one of Frevik's body guards. Bringing the red saber to bear she leaped forward decapitating the creature before it could turn its attention to Frevik, she didn't waste anytime spinning around plunging the saber into the back of another creature bringing it out again putting it in a defensive stance just in time for one of the creatures to fly right into it cutting itself in half.

Quickly she turned to the Twi'lek scientist, wanting some answer on what was going on, "Do you have any idea what these things are and where they came from", If there were more of them they would have an even harder time getting to the control room, and time was already low even before they show up, now the situation was getting even more desperate. Truing around she sent a force lighting burst into another beast as it tried to attack a civilian, frying it making it drop dead.

[member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

The second shock made her fall over, though luckily she didn't drop the container she was holding, at the mention of the station dropping out of orbit, in response did a quickly calculation on her data pad. "That is a sound plan, giving a rough estimate from the mass of the station and the gravitational pull of the planet we have around 46 minutes to fire the stations thruster's, less if the beast makes another attempt at ramming up". Getting back up she followed the group to the hatch, though on her scanner she could of sworn that their was something on the other side of the door giving and odd reading.

Opening the door opening she stared in horror as a guard was brutally killed by a winged beast of some sort, the creature resembling a giant and more carnivorousness looking mynock's. She tuned her attention to the Mirilalan Sith, "They appear to be some sort of create that resides on the beast, perhaps in a symbiotic or parasitic relationships, most likely they were woken up by the other beast activity, weather they have started feeding as well or just acting on instinctive self defense, I don't know". One of the beasts flew right at her, raising her arm she closed her eyes and fired from her wrist blaster, the bolt going into the creatures eye making it trash around in pain.

Quickly she reached into her box she was caring, pulling out a vibro saw and proceed to slice at it head, cutting it deep and killing it in the process. Looking at the sight in front with the addition of the stress of their situation, she snapped, her eyes twitching as the memories of her past resurfaced. She continued to saw the head of the beast until it was clean off examining it with a creepy smile, "What a fine specimen, ill make sure to examine you thoughtfully later". She started type away on her data pad, detailing the creature, as well as some interesting ways to kill it, her lab coat now stained in blood with the dirty vido saw in her other hand, she looked just like the mad scientist's from the cheesy holo film, though very real.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
[member="Frevik Margos"]

 

[Dark Forces]

The Sith and the doctor cut a swath through the attacking mynocks, cutting down the group that had charged through the doors before they could inflict any more damage. The heavy, leathery bodies lay still on the floor, covered in a thin sheen of mucus. Just beyond the access hatch, however, chaos continued to reign. Bodies littered the floor as more frenzied mynocks lashed out at random. The crowd seemed to surge in all directions at once, pushing and pulling and trampling in their desperation to reach safety. They formed a wild sea, barring any easy progress toward the control center, all under threat of imminent death.

The beast wriggled, driving deeper into the station, further toward the reactor. Time was running out.

 

[Frevik Margos]

Frevik had to admit that he was impressed with the doctor; she had held her own. He had expected the Sith to be a blaze of motion and violence, and he was not disappointed. He would never understand a power that could conjure lethal electricity from nothing, nor the preternatural reflexes that allowed her to move her lightsaber with such swiftness, but he was glad they were on the same side. The doctor, however, he had expected to cower, shying away from battle. But she was more hands on - and perhaps crazier, given her demeanor - than he had foreseen. He revised his mental estimate of her capabilities, considering her anew.

Forty-six minutes. That wasn't long, and it might get even shorter. Frevik stared into the panicked crowd, then down at his datapad. "In order to reach the control room in time, we'll need to cut through this... mob," he said, his brow furrowing. These were people under Imperial protection, but right now they were an obstacle. Between the people and the frenzied mynocks, crossing the corridor was going to be extremely dangerous. But between the doctor and the Sith, they small group had access to an unusual set of skills. Perhaps they could find a way to reach the access hatch on the far side. If they had to hurt some of these people to save the rest, so be it.

"The access hallway for the administrative section is across the corridor," Frevik said, shouting to be heard above the chaos. "We'll have to get through the crowd."

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

The mental condition of [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] played a bit on her mind, she could feel a great amount of pain in her through the force, if the Twi'lek was force sensitive she would have made a great Sith, though probably an insane one. The allotted time to get the station back into orbit was not long, then again not many people designed space station to be able to withstand multiple impacts from capital ship size monsters. For the time being feeling more of the strange winged creatures around she kept her saber activated as the made their way to another main hall.

"The need's of the many outweigh the need of the few, if don't sacrifice as few civilians everyone will die", she didn't really like the idea herself but was more than willing to do the deed if it meant getting the station back into a safe orbit. Going ahead of the group she used the force to clear a small area round her keeping civilian's from getting close, pushing others into the Mynock hybrids using them as bait while making a small gap to pass though, "One person can come with me to the door I can't keep this up for a long time or for to many people".

It would be beneficial for [member="Frevik Margos"] to be the one though coming back for Mordulla wold be necessary, her skills would be needed, also leaving her unattended was probably not the best idea.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

The whole situation now amused her, being mentally unstable tended to do that, while making their way to the main hall. The scream and sounds of people dying once the door was opened was music to her ears, it was like a death stick addiction, one you had a taste for it you couldn't get enough. At the mention almost reaching the control room she rolled her eyes, why did all of this death end so quickly, but at the mention of, "we'll need to cut through this... mob," her interest perked up.

While the with lady tried to make a small opening for the gruop she reached into her container again pulling out a bubble shield generator, though nothing special but this was configured to stop kinetic object from passing though, i.e. people couldn't walk though it. "hehehe use this it will make a nice wall". She set up the bubble shield next to [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] as they used the force to keep people away for the time being. Once the shield activated a oval bubble was formed, with the group inside as well as a few new civilians while everyone else was kept outside.

People pushed up against the shield only to find a solid object, then getting ripped apart by Mynock, at the sight she smiled evilly, glad her little toy worked as well as seeing the way people were brutally killed by the mutant creatures.

 

[Frevik Margos]

As he witnessed the effects of the "solution" his companions had developed, Frevik again reevaluated his estimation of his companions.

He was no stranger to sacrifice in the name of order; he had not flinched when the mass executions on the planet below had been announced, nor hesitated to make the tough calls to expand his own operations at the expense of non-essential workers. But he was not bloodthirsty, and he watched in mingled horror and distaste as the Twi'lek doctor smiled at the carnage. He could not deny that her kinetic shield was effective; between it and the efforts of the Sith, the small group had little trouble forcing their way through the crowd, untouched by the chaos around them. But that grin in the face of death and blood - it would surely haunt his dreams.

And so Frevik was glad when they reached the far side of the corridor and he could turn his attention to something else. Leaning down, he input his command codes into the terminal beside the access doors, doing his best to block out the screams. There was nothing he could do to help these people, not without abandoning his present task and dooming them all anyway. His fingers flew over the keypad, and after a moment the heavy doors hissed open, revealing a hall that led deeper into the station. They were getting closer and closer to the central reactor, the last place they wanted to be as long as that thing was out there. But what choice did they have?

The station's administrative section was much more posh than the civilian decks on the outer levels. Plush red carpets lined the floors, and tasteful holopictures hung at even intervals on the immaculately clean walls. There was no sign of the madness that reigned on the station at large - the personnel had simply locked down their doors and hidden, trying to stay out of the brawling and trampling in which so many others were taking part. Frevik entered the hall quickly, striding with purpose and efficiency; there was no time to waste. The doors would seal behind them. He could not risk the mynocks following them, not even to save civilians.

As the station shook again, however, the lights on the walls flickered - and died. The light of the Sith's weapon became one of the only sources of illumination once more, and suddenly the bland regularity of the hallway took on a sinister aspect, painted the color of blood. Checking the nearest office, Frevik cursed - primary power was offline, and so were all the administrative terminals he'd seen so far. "Spread out," he recommended. "Look for a working terminal, or a way to get emergency power online, so that we can open the command center blast doors. And be cautious - there might be more mynocks around, and power surges have been known to make droids go haywire."

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