Private Prey

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

Nar Shaddaa—the Smuggler's Moon. It was the perfect hunting ground for someone like Drystan. Corruption, injustice, and the criminal underworld thrived here, and while he was just one man, every action he took chipped away at the rot.

Here, he was the hunter. But tonight was different.

From the shadowy confines of a run-down apartment, Drystan watched, through blinded-windows, the neon-lit streets below. The usual billboards were gone, replaced with his face splashed across every surface that could hold it.

"WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: 4 MILLION CREDITS"
​

Paranoia gnawed at him as his dark eyes scanned the crowded urban streets, scrutinizing every passerby. For most citizens, it seemed like just another day on Nar Shaddaa. But to Drystan, every shadow held a threat—a bounty hunter on the prowl, a thug eager for a payday, or some desperate punk with a gun and nothing to lose.


What had started as a simple, self-imposed operation went sideways the moment he destroyed his target—a massive drug lab, one of the biggest in the city. Unfortunately, the lab's owner was deeply tied to the PSF, and now Drystan's head carried a hefty price.

One way or another, he needed to get off this rock. And fast.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Nar Shaddaa, nicknamed the "Smuggler's Moon," was the notorious moon of the planet Nal Hutta, homeworld of the Hutt species. It was home to a large criminal underworld dominated by bounty hunters and Hutt crime lords. An ecumenopolis, the entire surface of Nar Shaddaa was covered in urban sprawl. It was the homeworld of the Palliduvan bounty hunter Aurra Sing and the Jablogian enslaver Azmorigan.

What did that have to do with today?

Not much.

I hate this planet… is it even a “planet”? No, it’s a rock, nothing more.

Getting out of the X-wing, he simply said ”Brad”... watch the ship.

An emphatic, but enthusiastic whistle came from the enclosed droid slot as the Shadow walked away. He made absolutely no bones about this, he was not hiding, no stealth right now. Normally he would do so, without question, but a trick he learned from his father is that if you are after someone who knows who you are, or are in an area you have a reputation at, be extroverted. Make no attempts to hide. Word will get back to your mark and they will make a mistake.

He was betting on that now.

“Telkim” a Mon Calamari who is ironically Force Sensitive (though not much) is stockpiling items of a nature that he knows of and about. In other words, he’s flashing cash and claiming to have a stockpile of Force related weapons. So Connel was sent in to find out, and if necessary, destroy everything. No claiming, no research, this was search and destroy.

Already some were coming up on him, nothing more than street thugs. Connel wasn’t even completely out of the fething Starport yet! 5 Nikto were on him like white on rice.

Too bad they were outnumbered.

“Nice weapons.”

I know… it’s why I have them.

“Mind if we look at them?” The leader “asked” as one of his cronies was reaching for Connel’s blaster. The Shadow grabbed his arm, hard.

Look with your eyes, not with your hands.

“I wasn’t asking…cccht” Suddenly he felt the oxygen running out of his throat violently.

Neither was I.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

Drystan shifted in his room, his senses on edge, just as the creak of the door drew his attention. Swiveling his head, he spotted a bounty hunter leveling a rifle at him. Before the blaster could fire, Drystan lunged, slamming his shoulder into the hunter's breastplate and driving them both into the hallway wall.

He wasn't finished. With a surge of Force-enhanced strength, he tackled the bounty hunter through the wall, then another into another room, and finally a third, until they crashed through the building's brick foundation and onto the street below.

Drystan didn't wait to assess the damage. He had to get out—and fast. The starport was his best bet. Maybe he could stow away on a departing ship or persuade a pilot to get him off this hostile rock.

Breaking into a blur of motion, Drystan sprinted toward the starport. But as he arrived, he encountered a scene he hadn't expected: Connel, dispatching one of the Nikto thugs with brutal efficiency.

Drystan spotted another thug about to draw a blaster on Connel. Without hesitation, he fired, shooting the weapon clean out of the Nikto's hand.

"Alright, ladies—no sudden moves," he warned, training his blaster on the remaining Niktos and alternating between them every second for emphasis.

Then, without lowering his weapon, he threw a question at Connel. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

“I wasn’t asking…cccht” Suddenly he felt the oxygen running out of his throat violently.

Neither was I.

The Nikto was not quite getting the point, as he was grabbing for a weapon. So were his friends, Connel was not playing around though as he pulled the thug in front of him in a choke, if they were going to shoot, they were going to shoot their friend.

“Let him go!”

“Kill him!”

There was clear hesitation, as the Shadow was momentarily distracted. He felt the presence of another, and it was getting stronger, meaning closer. It was Drystan. A blaster bolt sailed by his head and out into the open air hitting a passing airspeeder taxi. Deciding on ending this the moment that happened, Connel put his new friend to a violent sleep with the choke and threw him at one of the others as he drew his lightsaber. Not bothering to activate it yet. These idiots were no threat to him.

Especially with Drystan showing up as soon as he did.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

The sites, the street theater… a Mon Calamari thinking he can sell Jedi weapons named “Telkim”.

“You know Telkim?” One of them asked, his weapon still trained on the Shadow.

You really felt the need to ask me that? “Telkim” to him was just a target, nothing more, but if he could glean some intel, all the better.

“If I tell you where to find him, will you let us go?”

No. His weapon was out, they did not have options anymore.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

So his hunch had been right. Drystan wished it wasn't, but there was no denying it now—Connel was here on a mission, and convincing him to abandon it would be a near-impossible task. Not that Drystan would suggest it. If their roles were reversed, he'd be doing the same.

"That's... deplorable. Damn," he muttered. "Can't let someone like that off the hook."

While bringing justice to the smuggler was the obvious priority, curiosity lingered in the back of his mind. He wondered what kind of artifacts Telkim had managed to procure.

His gaze swept over the remaining thugs, searching for an opening.

One of the Niktos made the mistake of running, darting past Drystan in a desperate attempt to escape. He didn't get far. In a blur of motion, Drystan snatched him by the head, palming his skull and driving it into the concrete. A sickening crack echoed as the pavement fractured beneath the impact.

As the barely-breathing thug twitched on the ground, Drystan caught a glint of something in his pocket. He reached down, pulling out a datapad.

He held it up to Connel, raising an eyebrow. A cursory scroll showed some correspondence referencing Telkim. Perhaps something substantial could be derived from the device. "Reckon this might give you a lead?"

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

The idiot that took off had shown just how desperate, and stupid that they were. Drystan did not have to help, he had this under control, but the assist was a good one. Pulling a datapad was not surprising, one of them was bound to have it. Looking at the only Nikto dumb enough to still have a weapon trained on him. You still want me to let him go?

“Huh?!”

“Kill him! Drinog!”

”Yes” or “No”...

Clearly confused, Drinog lowered his gun… not out of empathy, but of a loss for words. “Well… yeah?”

In a flash, Connel cut the Nikto’s oxygen off and knocked him out, as the “leader” fell in a heap, Connel dropped the only flashbang he had and moved, putting them all in stuncuffs before they knew what was going on. Connel then quickly scanned the room, looking for any other threats. Seeing none, he quickly secured the area and started looking for the exit.

Thanks for the lead. You need the favor returned?

Taking a look at the datapad and seeing exactly where and when that little womprat was going to play his hand, Connel had a plan already. There was a little bit of cunning to the fish-head He was going to try and outsmart the womprat by strategically positioning himself in the right spot at the right time. He was confident that his plan would work and that he would be victorious.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

Throughout the encounter, Drystan remained still, arms crossed, exuding quiet confidence as Connel handled the remaining thugs with ease.

"Let me in on the action." he said, voice level. "If it's Order property, I'd wager you're just as insulted as I am that it's rotting in some slimeball's hands."

Bounty or no bounty, this was a mission Drystan would have taken regardless. And with two Shadows on the job, it would go that much smoother.

Then, seamlessly, he pivoted gently to the favor Connel offered.

"I've got my own mess to deal with. Four-million-credit bounty on my head. I was set to high-tail it out of here, but that kind of money? Big enough to have bounty hunters scouring beyond this rock. I've got a plan brewing—one that could leave you with a heavier cred pouch. If you catch my drift."

Drystan exhaled, finally letting some of the tension slip from his frame. He had been on edge for days. A sigh left him before his lips curled slightly.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Drystan cast Connel a measured glance. "Last time I saw you was… wait—when was the last time?"

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Connel shrugged. He normally worked alone, as did most Shadows when it came to their own assignments, but it’s not like they would have to share a bounty or something. So there was no issue, besides, Drystan has clearly been here for a minute. You’re in.

Knocking out one of the Nikto who looked to be coming around. He saw authorities approaching.

They were stolen from an archive below the Temple on Coruscant..

Gesturing for Drystan to follow, he had a safehouse setup.

The talk of a bounty was a funny one. Not “Funny/Haha” but strange. It half made Vanagor wonder what Creed had gotten himself into.

”4 million”’? That’ll have half this rock on you. What’d you do? Sleep with a Hutt’s favorite dancer?

It was a joke in poor taste, but a joke nonetheless. When Drystan had asked him how long it had been, he wondered himself. It wasn’t really something he had thought about until now, but the answer was not an enjoyable one. Probably back when I thought myself a “Guardian” and trying to be a “Weapons Master”. Yeah, it had been awhile.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

"How?" Drystan raised an eyebrow. There's more to this Telkim than meets the eye.

He followed a step behind Connel as they moved toward the safehouse. "Even I couldn't get past security there. But then again, I was just a kid. Whoever this guy is—or whoever he's got on his payroll—is good."

At Connel's inquiry, he shook his head. "Okay that's only happened once and I didn't know until I was about to be thrown into a rancor pit, naked...Blew up a drug lab. The owner had the right connections to spread the word."

Speaking of which—he tugged up the collar of his turtleneck, concealing the lower half of his face for some semblance of anonymity.

"I think the Order had me pegged for a Shadow from the start," he admitted. "Guardian was what I leaned toward—made sense, given I'd been fighting my whole life before they took me in."

He shrugged. "But I wouldn't dream of being anything else. Don't think another role would let me serve my kind of justice, you know?"

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Connel shrugged. He didn’t care about the “why”, never did. After the (censored)show that Denon was, he wanted to get this done and over with. The very thought of someone stealing, and trying to profit off of the very symbols of the Jedi did not just disturb him, it made Connel sick to his stomach.

Doesn’t matter, he has something he shouldn’t, I’m… we’re either taking it all back, or blowing it all up with shaped charges.

He subtly pointed to the explosive putty and detonators on his web-gear. Speaking of, Connel was half-glad he had his own mask on, Drystan couldn’t see him rolling his eyes at the attempt to secure anonymity. Opening the larger pouch on the back belt of his gear, he pulled out and offered a Mask to his compatriot.

Keep it. People know my mask anyway, they’ll just blame everything on me. Not that he cared.

Listening to Drystan’s recalling of his history made Connel think as well. He was a perfect fit for this role, only he never knew it. Father trained him the best he knew how. While it wasn’t fair to Connel, it wasn’t fair to assume that Father wanted him to be this way. I get that. I’m grateful for my training as a Guardian, but I am everything I am thanks to the switch. I have a conversation with Master Valery Noble to thank for that. It felt strange to admit that so freely, almost like he was forgetting all that brought him here, but, “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

"I'd wager a how is important to consider investigating. Could help shore up any possible gaps in security." Drystan replied, but he understood, taking too much time to dwell on how it happened would cost them time they needed.

"Let's not get too hasty. Those artifacts are worth a lot more back in our hands. But I agree, we should destroy them as a last resort." Drystan nodded, taking the mask and putting it on. "And thanks. Could prove useful once again when I need to hide my identity."

"Master Sword?" He chuckled, recalling a previous operation he conducted with her as his support. "Seem's she has her fingers in everyone's cookie jar. But wouldn't want anyone else doing so. It's a no brainer as to why she's the big cheese in our heap."

A pause, enjoying the small yet personal exchange, before his eyes sharpened back into seriousness. Now wasn't the best time for a sit-down with a beer, reminiscing about the old days. "Alright, back to business. What's the intel you got on the place we need to be?" He asked. "Location. Security details. All of that."

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Connel shrugged. You’re not wrong, but I’m on a time crunch. We can get what we can out of him when we catch the Schutta and pass it on to Master Efret Farr , or Ran Serys , but I have to move.

He did not let on, but he was stressed. Just before landing, Connel was speaking to his father, apparently the Mandalorians were brutalizing Kashyykk and he wanted to be there with the resistance that was formed. The old man would not let him come, it made sense as to why, but a part of him still felt like his father was just shutting the idea down because he was being a father.

Yes, that makes sense.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not looking to destroy anything, but if it boils down to it, no time to hesitate. Better us than them. He shrugged, knowing that Drystan would agree.

I learned most of who I am from my father. She knows her stuff though, truly. Now wasn’t the time to debate about how good others were, he had appreciation and an enormous amount of respect for “Master Sword” as Drystan called her, but his father was his Master who trained him from the moment he could walk.

Checking his gear once they were able to take a second, Connel reset one of his implants before speaking. Lucky Runner casino penthouse. The difference between this “penthouse” and others is that you can’t enter from above. The entire Casino is inside the main facility so we have that to deal with too. They’ll see us coming if we enter normally, or even try “vents”... It gave him pause bringing that up out loud. Then there was the answer to it. So we shut down security… find a tech and get him to do the heavy lifting.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

Drystan let out a dry chuckle. "Isn't that part of being a Shadow? Always racing the clock." He nodded, cutting to the point. "Sounds good. Once we finish the mission, I can run those back while you handle what you need to after this—if you're pressed for time."

Drystan understood the value of secrecy in their line of work. He didn't press about the personal time crunch—if Connel wanted him to know, he'd say so.

He wanted this done fast. The longer he stayed on this rock, the worse it got—more danger for him, more time for Telkim to offload the artifacts. The thought gnawed at him. Who knew what that Mon Calamari had procured—or worse, who he planned to sell to?

The thought didn't sit well.

Drystan refocused, listening intently to Connel's plan. The place was well-scouted. Drystan wondered how long Connel had been watching—how much groundwork he'd laid before pulling the trigger on this plan.

"Alright. Looks locked down tight. What's the security detail like? And how do we shut down their systems?" His gaze sharpened. "Tell me you've got the security room marked—because without it, this gets a lot harder."

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Connel shrugged again. Fair point. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get those back to them. Then he realized why Drystan made the offer. I’m not trying to be “uber secretive” or anything. Just… when Coruscant was attacked… I was in a bacta tank. I was in a bacta tank for a long time. A lot of my… our friends and colleagues… Yanut… Balima… Tem…. He went on with a few more names of Jedi to whom Drystan would know well, many from their time as Padawans, who were struck down. How the kyber crystals in their memorial were stolen, artifacts belonging to and identifying them… gone, illicitly.

Maybe it’s the “Vanagor” in me that takes things a little too serious, but that hits me hard. I couldn’t be there, but I’m damn sure going to make up for it. I have a lot of leads to follow. Leads that go cold fast… thus… the time crunch.

Though he was calm, and nonchalant in speaking, after all, this was a colleague and friend in front of him, Connel could not hide the inherent rage in his voice over the subject. Connel's eyes flashed with a mix of sorrow and determination, not that Drystan could see through his mask. He knew the stolen artifacts were more than just objects; they were symbols of the fallen Jedi's legacy. He vowed to uncover the truth and restore what had been lost, no matter the cost.

Pulling out a datapad and pulling up the blueprint of the casino, he flashed over to the staff on record, focusing on the “tech services”. Pointing to the images, and three names.

I was going to have to do this on my own, and it was going to suck, but since you’re in we can split duties. If you get one of these guys to come with you. I don’t need to know how and can give you credits if you need it for a bribe. I can shut down security. The tech can do what we need, I’ll secure the room… in security. Drystan was offering to help, thus he gets the “easier” work. He was a highly skilled, motivated and more than capable operator, his reputation had spread far and wide in a short time, after all, a 4 million credit bounty is telling. However Connel was no slouch and since this fell on his shoulders, he would do the hard work. It was only fair.

One of these idiots shuts down the systems, it’s smooth sailing in, nab Telkim and/or his haul and get out without anyone noticing. Another shrug. Should be fun.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

As Connel listed the names, Drystan's eyes narrowed. He remembered each one. Their time together had been brief, but they shared a bond—Padawans of the same generation, all raised under the Jedi. And now, their memories were being tainted by the likes of Telkim.

His hand clenched, trembling slightly. Shadowy tendrils seeped from his sleeve, curling at the edges of his fist.

"We'll do right by them. I'll make sure of it."

The words were meant for his fallen comrades, but the venom in his voice was aimed squarely at Telkim.

He pulled himself back as Connel continued with the plan, nodding in reply, shadowy tendrils retracting back into his body.

"I have someone who owes me a favor. This feels like the right time to cash in. He can get us what we need once we're in there. What exactly do you want our tech to be doing once we get him in?" He muttered. "I'll need to peel off and meet my contact, but I'll rejoin you near the target. Just send me the coordinates."

Barring any objections, Drystan slipped away, his newly acquired mask in place.

A shadow among shadows, he would disappear into the city streets outside of the safe house.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Connel offered him the blueprint. The security system is set to monitor any movement from above in the vents. He pointed at all of the ventilation openings. Shut’em down and they’ll be too freaked out from all of the spots to guard we can get in through the front door if we want.

Checking his weapons, he nodded.Coordinates for the security room where it all can be shut down are on the bottom of the page. I’ll be heading there now. May the Force be with you… because it won’t with them.

Some time had passed and Connel had found his way towards the main Security terminal. It was indeed guarded but they were taken down by a blur of activity from the Shadow. He was in no mood for quarter or holding back. No, Connel killed no one (unless he had to) but they felt like it did.

He let one watch in horror at what he did to the others before stalking him.

“I don’t know anything!”

That’s good. I don’t need you for what you don’t know. You’re going to get me into the terminal room.

“Do you know who I work for? They’ll kill me!”

... and I won’t?
“Oh Gawd….” Connel then grabbed him and slammed him into a wall by the neck.

Your choice.

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

A whistling tune echoed through the halls leading to the security room, light and casual against the backdrop of carnage.

Drystan strode forward, taking in the mess Connel had left behind—bodies littered the area, the remains of a security detail that never stood a chance.

He walked alone, but in his hand, he carried a briefcase—metal, reinforced, secured by heavy latches.

Arriving at the security terminal, he gave Connel a nod. The other Shadow had a guard by the neck.

"Looks like I missed the whole party. Was aiming for fashionably late, not completely absent."

He stepped toward the console, setting the briefcase down.

"So, my guy turned out to have a bad case of the flu. But he did leave me this."

With a click, the latches popped open, revealing a small, thin rectangular droid—half the size of a lightsaber. Its most unsettling feature? A pair of mechanical legs, folded tight against its body.

Drystan tapped a button on his datapad. The droid twitched. Then, its legs sprang to life.

"This should patch us in and do what we need. Hopefully."

The last word came with a pause, as if only now considering the gamble.

Without hesitation, the droid leapt from the case onto the terminal. A spindly wire extended from its head, snapping into one of the many security ports.

A flicker—then a cascade of windows and screens burst to life, data flooding across the displays.

It was working but it would need some time to access everything it needed to.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Sorry, I got antsy for fun.

With Drystan walking in and basically saving the day on all of this, Connel nodded. Then he looked back on his new friend who was sweating slugs. “You have what you need! Now let me go! I won’t say anything, I promise.”

Well, you’re two thirds right. The droid was following its programming without issue until it came time for a retinal scan. Now’s your chance to be completely right.

“They’ll kill me! You don’t understand!”

Grabbing his lightblaster and holding it up, barrel aimed at the ceiling. Why must we go through this again? Worry about what I am going to do..

Shoving the man’s face down into the chamber and positioning the eye over the identifier, he waited for the recognition. When the “beep” signified that they were in, Connel turned the guard to face him.

“You said I was right! You’re gonna let me go!”

You’re free to go…

The guard went to run, but Connel didn’t let him go… ... when you wake up…. Quickly putting the man in a chokehold, he looked at Drystan as the guard quickly fell asleep.

Are we good to go?

 

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

"Yeah... all the scripts are pre-baked into this droid. My guy whipped it up fast—just needed to know what I was hacking and what I wanted it to do. Very little hand-holding on our pa—"

A sharp beep cut him off.

The droid's light flashed red. Then the terminal screen followed, filling with a cascade of error messages.

The room went dark.

Then—red.

Emergency sirens blared as the entire structure bathed in flashing warning lights. Across the screen, bold, pulsing words screamed back at him:

ALERT! SECURITY BREACH!

"No. No. No. No!" Drystan groaned, fingers raking through his hair as the alarms wailed.

For a moment, it looked like the entire system had been compromised beyond saving.

Then—he noticed something.

While the security alert had been triggered, every defensive measure tied to the system—cameras, automated turrets, checkpoints, doors, and access to the vaults—had all been disabled.

The alarms were screaming, but the fortress was wide open.

Drystan exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"Should've never trusted a Nar Shaddaa tech guy."

Disappointed? Yes.

Discouraged? Not at all.

If brute force was all they needed now—so be it.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Now it gets fun.

With a shrug and pulling his shortsaber, Connel powered up his Upgraded Shield and cybernetic implants humming, Connel was in full “attack mode.” As turrets dropped, they would be targeted and as guards came out, they would be dealt with as well. Pulling a datapad(The one that had the blueprint) and tossing it to Drystan, he pointed at the screen.

That vid has a feed into the suite. We can see that idiot! Can you upload it to the pad? Using the shield as a weapon, Connel was throwing the energy at weapons as he was attacking others.

Making way to the doorways and the main access hall, he looked back.

Either way, we gotta move.

Guards were yelling out their positions, as they were quickly cut down.

“Get Telkim to the landing pad on the southside!!” One of them yelled into a comm-link.

Ohhhh you told me your plan… that was a mistake! These guys were too stupid to speak in code.