Peace of Mind.

[Derek Dib]

The Hutt's signature in the force was extinguished. With a hand on his shoulder and a few words [member="Tmoxin Temi"] then proceeded to clear a large section of their way creating a path for then to make their way to her ship. A silent nod of agreement as his head turned to look at the woman who moments earlier was literally strangling the massive slug to death, then spoke quietly with a soft touch, and then creatinine a vortex of unleashed power through the force launching beings and debris in every direction.

Retracting the bo he slid the silver cylinder back into it's sheath at the small of his back while then pulling the 48. Enforcer once more. Holding the slugthrower at the ready with his right he lightly kept pressure on his side with left hand.

Making his way forward, and leading the way, his eyes glowed red as through the force he manipulated the flames creating walls of fire on either side while they made their way to the exit. Once in the hall the alarm blaring was finally heard, the din of battle receding behind them.

Quickly he moved down the white corridors, his pistol rising and barking three times to drop armed guards rushing them from the front in a futile attempt to halt their escape.

Slowing at an intersection he reached out through the force while leaving against the wall. Ahead he felt a large group of security guards at the hanger doors. It was obvious through the force that the soldiers were filled with fear but also an underlying sense of duty. They would do what they must to stop the attackers, as of yet unaware that their benefactor was no longer among the living.

Quietly he ejected the magazine on his enforcer for a fresh clip while looking down to the red headed woman. "Should we offer them a choice? A chance to get out of our way? Or do we just move them ourselves?" A slight wince crossed his face. Whether it was from the pain in his side or the justified snuffing out of life, even Derek was unsure.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The CIS Force-user helped pave the way, his irises turning a crimson shade, flickering tendrils of fire appearing on either side of them, and while the scene began to resemble a sublimely apocalyptic battle field, Tmoxin knew that the liner would go down in due time with so much exothermic activity.

While her new ally wielded his blaster with precision, a good percentage of his shots felling their targets, the Hapan ignited her scarlet blade again to slice through any soldier who came too near the pair trying to make their exit.

“I don’t know,” she admitted at the question of giving Semprana’s henchmen a choice to live or die. Jaw set and brow furrowed, Tmoxin wondered if this change of heart was the glimmer of lightside that Derek had inside of him, swirling in there with the dark.

But either way, the Blood Monarch, while content to leave a sanguineous trail of bodies behind her when it suited, had a deep, soft spot for infantry. An ex-officer for the One Sith, she never adhered to the philosophy that her troops were as expendable as droids. A brief struggle ensued in her mind about whether to let the guards that remained survived. Their choices now were to die upon a fiery crypt of a vessel or to escape with minor injuries and lives intact.

“They aren’t coming with us. But I suppose they are free to go since our target has been executed.”

With black smoke filling up in the narrow, dimly lit corridor, the redhead Dark Jedi said, “We need to hurry! The Stingray is not too far now.”

[member="Derek Dib"]

 

[Derek Dib]

"Wait."

Even with smoke billowing through the corridors and power flickering off and on which cast the interior of the ship into visual flashes reminiscent of a holo-horror, Derek did not want to merely charger the soldiers to slaughter them while they were just performing their duty. Summoning the force he projected the visual of the dead Hutt's body into the guard's minds asking with a little nudging.

Our benefactor is dead. Or contract is concluded. Why should we die fighting for nothing? We should evacuate the ship before everything is lost.

Between the knowledge that the Hutt was dead and the mental manipulation all but two of the guards took off for escape pods or personal ships. Letting out a weary sigh Derek looked to the redhead without apology on his face.

"Two deaths are more sensible then a group of them. They were just doing their duty as we were."

Turning the corner he fired two rounds. Each punched through the chest of the final two sentries leaving them dead upon the floor. Moving through the intersection he looked both ways and, despite the smoke hanging in the air, he saw no one. Moving to the bulkhead separating the duo from the hanger he operated the controls with a swift input of the override code.

The doors opened slowly and he moved in, eyes scanning through the hangar ensuring there were no more hostiles. With no enemy combatants found he glanced to where [member="Tmoxin Temi"] had her ship and have a low whistle of appreciation at the sleek design.

"After you."