Grief & Rage
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"Wh-where did that come from!"
The Arkanian guards all dashed around the corridors of the hallway. Lights flickered as another called out, ""Their ship was steathed! Boarded right on top of us!"
"Perfect!" The guard called as the continued to barricade the blast doors, "We are top tier scientists and we let some spacer just jump us like this!"
"Let us hope it's not the Galactic Alliance after our heads! Get ready!"
They waited in anticipation as they stood before the doorway. It was a long, eerie moment of calm before the door opened. A small astromech could be seen slipping away, retracting its scomp link. Before the guards could shoot, however, they took notice of a far more serious threat. Stepping through the smoke was the silhouette of an armed and armored figure. As the figure drew closer, one took notice of two lightsabers hanging on the warrior's belt.
"Are-are you some kind of Jedi?"
The warrior stopped for a moment, still shrouded by smoke. A soft chuckle, and she responded.
<"Worse.">
Oh, so far worse…
The warrior held her light repeating blaster at the ready and started firing. It was then that the Arkanians could see clearly enough to recognize the T-Visors of the Mandalorians.
Through the static and noise of the com channel of any nearby ships, the message could be heard.
"Is-auhfw-there? -Re-rep-re-repeat- dbweub-there? ijfqufg Requesting immediate aid-weubuk-Sector 10600 - I repeat - jweif - SOS! - wefubwuyfeuwbfuefbwufbu…!"
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