Prison [re]Break

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Staring out the viewport of the Sky Dancer II, Delila was starting to wonder how bad of an idea this was. Not the rescuing Thessa of course. The going in as a high-level prisoner exchange. With any luck, the false documents provided would be enough to convince some low level lackey to let them in. That was if Thessa was even still alive or at a prison. What if her friend was in a mass grave somewhere, then what?

Shaking her head, Dells adjusted the collar of the doctored up uniform, designed to make her look like a higher ranking prison guard. Qae was their VIP-- Very Important Prisoner. Questions about the transfer were sure to arise and Delila had her own script playing in her head. Qae had a easier role in that regard. No one asked a prisoner why they were being transferred or the like. They had no rights. Especially a Nautolan in a land full of humans-only sympathizers.

"We should be getting hailed any second now...."

Water filled world of Gala came into view, a blue jewel in the blackness of space. If it wasn't overrun by ignorant Force users and overall low lives, Delila might consider it a beautiful planet. What went on the surface of the planet though completely tarnished its reputation. At least in her eyes.

"Are you going to be okay doing this?"

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"]

"Oh, yeah, I'll be fine," was his immediate response, staring out the viewport of the Sky Dancer II. It was strange. Dressed in rags, hands bound in front of him, lightsaber away... he felt like a fool. He was literally a prisoner on his own ship, a situation not often found but certainly a novelty all its own. Qae knew deep down that this was necessary, even if part of him hated this. With the Reformation League still running rampant in the Outer Rim-- the Republic not even dealing with them correctly-- this sparked of trouble.

What if the Rex had set up shop with the Sith and they were behind this? What if this was all a big ploy to lure Omega, or another government, into action to draw them into the war? Too many thoughts, too many questions. Qae was starting to get too good a grasp on Galactic politics for his own liking. Too much time with Lor, he felt.

No. He had to distance himself.

"The question is if Thessa's there. When we get close, I can likely sense her - if, that is, we're right about all this."

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Qae Shena"]

"I've been wondering that too....I mean, they could have killed her by now."

Delila finished the last part quietly.A reality she didn't want to face. The Major didn't want to bring a body of her friend home, to look into the eyes of her parents and apologize for not reaching the half-Galan sooner. Frown crossed her features at her own private thoughts. She shouldn't be thinking so negatively, only in terms of the positive. Military training had colored her thinking however, knowing the odds and when an assignment turned into recovery rather than rescue.

Lost in thoughts, silence drifted between herself and Qae before a nasally, annoying and high authoritative voice broke the silence. It caused her to jump in her seat,focus back on the present.

"Unidentified transport. What is your business?"

Looking at Qae, Delila put on her 'Major voice', one dripping with authority and a slight disdain for being questioned.

"Prisoner transfer from an Outer colony."

"I have no such record of a transfer"

"We are behind schedule. Check again"

Little did Delila and Qae know that the man was checking with one @[member="Daxton Bane"] , trying to verify their story.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was having fun with his prisoner, making her squirm in pleasure, her own body the tool of torture. He could see the hunger and dependence slowly forming in her eyes. Yes, they were all like that. So hard on the outset, but melted butter when he was done with them.

He paused to consider whether she was deserving enough of the vibrating probe or the pulsing one when there was knock on the door. Frowning to himself, he released the prisoner who collapsed in an undignified heap as he opened the door to see what was going on.

The captain on the other side, snapped a salute and reported the presence of an unidentified ship. "Sir, it does not have any FOF markings. Should we shoot them down?"

"No, it seems like our little honey trap has drawn us more flies. Have them land in the hangar, and assemble a honor guard. Take them and the prisoner of cell block J-9."

"Sir? Isn't J-9 the holding area for the prisoners for processing?"

"Yes Captain, I am quite aware what J-9 is for. Did you forget I designed this facility?"

Blaunching at the repremand, he said, "No sir. I did not forget. Shall I have them disarmed sir?"

Pausing to consider the question. "Lets have some fun with them. That section is rigged with riot gas, so the minute they make their move we will flood it with gas and deal with them while they are unconscious. Also once they leave the hangar bay, have the mechanics deionize their engine as a precautionary measure. I don't think they would be trouble, but best to be prepared. Don't you agree? Well what are you still standing here for? Go on give them clearance to land."

When the human turned and left, Daxton summoned several droids to take his prisoner to the wing so that they could properly greet their new guests. Then as an afterthought, he instructed them to install the binder cuffs his precious cargo. The look on her face when she realized what he had done to her would make it all worthwhile.




@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Qae looked down to his permanent droid companion, the wonderful Derp. His crew was considerable, too, and they'd have to play their part in this deception. Aboard this ship was technology and things that could easily be confiscated if found. However, Qae was a professional. You did not mess with the Master-at-Arms on the spacelanes. He had smuggling compartments, amongst other things, means and methods to conceal his cargo and identity. There was a reason the Sky Dancer II was one of the flagships of the Vagrant Fleet. Now Qae had to step up and prove that point to his crew for the hundredth time. After all, the massive Starlight-class freighter was almost a hundred metres long; this was a huge ship. The Miy'til fighters in the upper cargo bay probably pointed at where the ship came from, too. They had protocol as to how to deal with not being identified and it was standard on every planet they visited.

"Standard procedure, ladies and gents," Qae said to his bridge crew as normal measure. "Wipe the nav-comp coordinates and transponder codes, flush the data. Do that first. As soon as that's done, I want all sensitive equipment, including the stuff off the saber bench, into the compartments. Get Derp squared away as soon as possible and load up on blasters. If they try to get into anything secure, stun them. Nobody messes with my ship. Derp, I need you to be on standby if something goes wrong. Make sure nobody messes with her, okay?"

There was a bunch of affirmatives and the usual toots, indicating that Qae's peple were ready to do their jobs. Thirteen sentients and one droid would do their jobs to the best of their ability, meaning that they'd be armed and ready for a scrap if something went wrong. All the sensitive equipment and compartnemts would be locked away. This was Qae's home. You didn't just barge into someone's house and expect to get away with it.

Then, finally, the Nautolan turned to Delila. Whatever hesitation he might have had, whatever fears or doubts might have been clouding his judgment, he showed none of them. Qae was a warrior, first and foremost. There was no place for doubt here.

"Ready, Warden."

 

[Thessa Kai]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

She. Hated. Him.

Thank the stars she hadn't eaten a pastry, she would've thrown it up by now. Vaguely, she was aware of the cell door being opened. Muscles screamed at her to move, to take action. This was her chance!

No matter how strong her will was, physically she couldn't do it. A weak growl of frustration left her parched lips and dry throat. Between the un-consented and twisted manipulation of pleasure and the horrific pain and starvation, she was spent.

Lifting her head with an immense amount of effort, she let it fall back harshly against the cold, cell floor. Who knew the feeling of being cold could be so comforting? The relief and absence from Daxton's body with the self-induced sharp knock to her head enabled the Galan to slip into a shallow unconsciousness.

A brief respite.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Daxton Bane"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"]

Glad you're ready.

Checking the blaster on her hip(Delila expected guards would have an open carry policy), hand came to rest on the Nautolans bicep, fingers curling around the well-muscled appendage. It was all a disgusting show, one of superiority. It made her sick to her stomach. The sooner she was dragging Thessa and any other Galan or half-Galan back to the Sky Dancer the better. Walking down the ramp, Delila blinked in the bright sunlight, ocean in the distance glittering like diamonds were strewn across the surface.

It was breathtakingly beautiful. Until one saw the forced labor camps and prisons dotting the landscape. Hand gripped Qae's bicep tighter, anger rolling through her. If she had her way the structures would be nothing but smoking craters in the ground.

"We need to find a database.." She muttered to the man, eyes scanning the scenery as they were greeted by two officials striding towards the pair.

"Welcome to the most exotic penal colony in the system." The official said with some measure of pride, obviously proud of his work. "So this is the fish you're transferring in?" The older official looked the Nautolan up and down, sizing him up.

"Yes. Murdered a local Governors family. I say kill all their kind, but the judge saw it fit to see our fishy friend gets a lifetime of hard labor in. If he lives that long inside."

"This way then"

What choice did the pair have but to follow the officials?

 

[Daxton Bane]

The pair was flanked by half a dozen 'honor' guards, dressed in light riot gear designed for mobility and dealing with an unarmed prisoner population, as they descended down into the bowels of the facility.

Multiple hardened guard sections crisscrossed every other intersection, while iron cage doors prevented access without proper authority, as they stepped deeper into the pit it became quite clear that majority of the defenses were designed to keep the population in, that prevent someone from breaking in. After all what kind of lunatic broke into a secure Imperial prison in the first place.

"Lord Inquisitor Watts would surely be interested in questioning another one of these freaks. He nearly broke the last one in half, maybe he would be sending her to the barracks for some fun before she gets sent to the recycling pits." The captain commented offhand as they entered a turbolift to enter the lowest part of the facility.


@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

A murderer. A mass-murderer, unrepentant, who had killed an entire family. Qae's face contorted into rage as he was pulled along, his subjugation having not quite set in, his captors not having taken the last shred of pride that he carried. A growl escaped his lips as Delila pulled him along, trying to restrain his want to murder her for capturing him and dragging him here. He was a free man, not someone bound for chains. "When I get free, I'm gonna..."

Unbeknownst to everyone, Qae was a great liar.

Watts. Qae knew a Watts - Zane Watts, anyway, the clone of the Grand Master. Grand Inquisitor didn't seem like his thing; he'd been murdering the Reformation League punks for too long. This wasn't his deal. And, truth told, Ben Watts was a Master. Another Watts, maybe. Probably unrelated. Surnames were as common as dirt in the Galaxy, after all. There were only so many ways to use letters without it looking like someone'd rolled their face across a keyboard.

On the plus side, Qae knew he could fight and kill every single guard in this facility if he had to. That was a bonus.

He just went along with it, before they got the shock prod. He didn't feel like getting the shock prod, no.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Qae Shena"] | @Daxotn Bane

She gets sent to the recycling pits.

The words were vague but Delila pondered if it was their Galan. It could be any of the life forms on the planet, tortured for any reason. Barracks were mentioned but that was only after the 'breaking' was complete. Any interrogation rooms with such a use would be non-official in terms of being on a map. Guards and other prisoners would possibly know where the room was located.

Finding the room interrogation room, whether it led to Thessa or not, was suddenly vaulted to her high priority list. First was getting access to an unrestricted datapad. Yeah, not impossible at all.

"Good luck in breaking this one. Thinks is all one gorram joke. As if children in bits and pieces is hilarious"

They were in the facility now, bright and gleaming. Delila judged it was the main processing center or some type of holding tank. Muffled shouts and screams could be heard down the hall. Either people being tortured or shouting in a futile attempt to signal help. She kept a tight grip on Qae, pulling him along to the front of the processing center. A dangerous looking droid sat behind a counter, performing scans for the first part of the go through.

"Drop your weapon here..."

Handing over her blaster, she supposed finding a new one would be in short order.

"Release the prisoner to the guard"

Fingers uncurling around the bicep of the Nautolan, releasing Qae to the guards. She looked at the 'honor' guards with a smirk on her face.

"He's your problem now."

 

[Daxton Bane]

"The Lord Inquisitor has sent his request for you and your guest to join him in the processing tank on J-9. He is about done with the female and would want to proceed immediately with your prisoner." The guards attached silver control binders to the prisoners neck, wrists and waist, before attaching stun rods to the links. Should the prisoner prove to be rebellious, they could easily shock him into submission. All they were hoping for was he give them an excuse.

An environmentally sealed elevator took them down to their floor, an unusual cold creeping in as they descended to the lower floors. For any force sensitives, they experienced experienced a sense of dread as they got closer to the target floor, the sense that something was wrong but they couldn't put their finger on exactly what.

Finally the doors to J-9 opened and they could see a large armored humanoid dressed in robes which disturbingly looked like those worn by the Jedi. They could not see his face as it was obscured by a mirrored face plate.

Hanging limply from chains running through the roof was the person they sought, her face bloody and bruised, eyes half closed from being swollen. Her robe was torn, depriving her of any decency and clearly exposing the bruises on her arms and torso. She was barely breathing when the armored man took a smoldering brand from a braizer and said, "Hang him next to her. I have all I needed to know. Jedi Master Watts would not be pleased one bit that his operation was discovered here. We need to root out whoever knows about it and eliminate them as well. Who are you again?"


@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

The encroaching fear was understandable, but Qae had the mental defences - both inherently passive, and active, to know something was wrong here. This wasn't normal. This was no normal prison, at all - this was going beyond a normal operation. Whoever was in charge here had powers beyond normal means. And, Master Watts? Qae doubted it. No Jedi Master would support this, especially a Reformation League effort. More and more did he feel like that was the answer here, that they were kidnapping and torturing non-Humans for their sadistic and sick ends. Ben Watts was a staunch enemy of the Rex. He'd heard the man, and his clone, on Holonet broadcasts, about it - there was no way the Republic would ever support something like this. It had to be a lie.

There she was, though, Thessa Kai - bound, beaten, but perhaps not entirely broken. His heart leapt, though he hid it well. He had to, for her sake. Thee. Blue. Come on, girl, Qae thought right into her mind - she wasn't dead, no, he could still feel the spark of life in her, even though it was waning considerably. She was in such poor shape that Qae was scared for his friend. Wake up. Stay with me. It's me, Qae. We're taking you home. Stay with me.

The Force gave him a distinct advantage, and frankly if Daxton was any kind of wise and good at sensing Force-presences, then he'd realise that Qae was a seasoned Force-user. One who was very, very capable at using his body as a finely honed weapon. In fact, he had been tapped into the Force this whole time, preparing his trap, readying mind and body to execute the one maneuver he'd considered this whole time. After all, even in a shock collar, he could still fight. On a good day, Qae could punch his way through a battletank, with one reason behind it.

Force Valor was its name, a skill learned from Spencer Jacobs to be one of his signature Force powers. It allowed him to boost the reactions, speed and strength of his allies, meaning that even though Thessa was in a bad way, he could still invigorate her soul. The power of Light, of goodness, of loyalty to friendship and his love for them, was the fuel for this power, just as he'd been taught on Mimban. Even Delila would feel her senses sharpening now, just as Qae readied to spring.

The inquisitor did not know it yet, but his fate was about to be sealed. For now, the hunter waited, just as Quinn would have wanted him to. The perfect moment to strike was almost upon him.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Daxton Bane"]

"Syala Das. Head guard at our facility." Delila lied with a tight smile on her face. She could have used her real name but that holonet interview she had done on GNN may have lodged in a brain or two. Never could be too careful. The small group descended into the ground(or what she assumed was the ground), getting colder and more ominious with each passing floor.

Stepping off the elevator had shown Thessa Kai was alive -- but just barely. Restraining her rage, the Major took her cue from Qae, waiting. Delila pretended to move laterally, as if to look at some of the instruments of torture laying out on display. No doubt intended to scare the prisoners every time they glanced about the room.

Taking an ice-pick like tool of torture into her hand, Delila gripped it tightly. In a flash, she lunged at the one of the 'honor' guards in attendance. The ice-pick struck his eye, with Delila pulling the device back towards her with great force. Blood spewed over the room and onto her, the ocular organ skewered onto the pick. The other guard was lunging toward her, fist extended to land a grazing punch to her jaw. Delila would deal with this one. It was up to Qae to deal with their 'High Inquisitor Watts'.

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=10pt]Whether it was the new sensation of being suspended or instincts of something hot about to touch her skin, iced-azure eyes moved beneath closed and swollen lids. Then she heard him, feeling a warm and steady strength and resolve.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Qae. Security.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Eyes finally pried open, vision more than blurred. She didn’t recognize them at first, but she did recognize movement. And the voice that would likely haunt her nightmares for a while with his disgusting proximity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He never broke her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The thought almost made a smile cross swollen, aqua lips. Digging for the very last seed of energy left in her being, with help borrowed from Qae’s strength, the ex-Rogue Captain lashed out violently with her foot, kicking at Daxton’s arm that held the brand in hopes of sending it flying across the room at another guard. Half-naked and tortured, she still delivered one of the best gorram kicks that even the Republic basic trainers would be proud of.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Vision blurred before her eyes at the sudden burst of effort. Scale-speckled face tilted at Daxton, tangled strands of driftwood blue-streaked hair plastered against her features as she noticed his armor. “It’s about time you wore protection around me, Sebby.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The look she gave him said it all: I will never forget your face. You better sleep with both eyes open because I’m coming for you if I survive this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Qae Shena"] @[member="Daxton Bane"][/SIZE]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The anticipation before they made their move almost sent goosebumps down his spine, Daxton could not help but smile beneath his mirrored helm. The reflective plate hid the fact that he was using Shatterpoint to view the various shards of destiny even as he taunted them with the poker.

For a second, he was worried he would actually have to brand his prisoner to get them to move. Fortunately they were as predictable as ever, having to spare him the unnecessary need to mar such beautiful flesh.

He could reach out with the Force and hit them on their weak points but where would the fun be in that? Besides, he wanted to give them a sense of accomplishment and dread. After all what was the point of the ruse about Ben Watts if not to get word to the cowardly Jedi to get out of his hole and find him.

As pandemonium broke out, he let himself have some fun. The kick sent the brand flying through the air, as the guards struggled to react to the new stimulus among them. Daxton estimated that they wouldn't last long, and that was expected. But they would last long enough to buy him time for his next move.

Remotely triggering the riot gas for this level, the entire prison section began to fill with a light yellow noxious gas, which caused the eyes to water, itch like hell where it came in contact with skin and irritated the mucus membranes making hard to breath. Plus it also obscured the vision as it was thick like a ground hugging fog.

Backing into the rolling gas, protected from the worst effects by his armor, he let the gas do the work of weakening them before he made his next move.


@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

The instant the yellow gas filled the room, he knew it for what it was: tear gas. He'd seen it used on far too many crowds, in far too many riots and in far too many criminal actions, to not know what it was. The effects were instantaneous, and harsh, designed to subdue rather than kill. Qae also knew the best way to counter it - but that particular method was no longer available to him, at least it wasn't at that point.

To hell with Valor, for now - he'd need his energy for what was about to happen. First? Breath Control, of course. He didn't need the immediate pain of burning lungs to deal with at the same time.

Then, it was simple. First, Delila would feel herself being yanked backwards into the elevator, moving of her own volition in a sharp and sudden telekinetic pull. Next was Thessa whose chains made things more difficult. However, Qae had his own plan for that moment. As he walked backwards, his hands were raised, mind focusing on the bolts holding the chains to the wall, where contact would be weakest.

HIs body burned and itched, as the tear gas sharpened - but his focus reamined true. He'd fought worse. Spencer Jacobs had forced him through his entire body burned by hot coals. He had fought lightsaber duels against multiple foes, conquered wave after wave of Separatist battle droids, resisted the unbridled might of a Yuuzhan Vong Embrace of Pain. Qae was accustomed to this. This, comparatively, was nothing. Daxton Bane knew not who he was facing, for his opponent was the Master-at-Arms of the Vagrant Fleet, the most secretive group in the Galaxy - and he the legacy of Ashin Cardé Varanin and Spencer Jacobs.

The bolts screamed, then creaked, and snapped - and Thessa Kai, following her fellow aquatic sentient, went flying into the elevator, to land in a somewhat painful crumpled heap. There was no time for care. Qae's fist slammed down on the turbolift door panel.

The elevator doors slammed shut, behind them - they were safe, for now.

Breathing out, clearing his lungs, Qae looked at his compatriots. "We've gotta move. Now. We need water to wash this off," No mercy, no forgiveness - this place was coming down.

They had minutes to get out of here, otherwise they'd be dead. The tear gas would slow them down, and he himself was tired now. It wasn't going to be a pretty escape, but if they could get to a supply of water, they'd be okay.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Gas stung her eyes and lungs. Delila had been through the training exercises where one went into a gas chamber, took off a rebreather and was yelled at and asked questions for five minutes. Not quite the same as real battle when people were trying to kill you.The turbolift was heading down and Delila continued to cough, on her knees and looking over her battered friend. Thessa had hit the wall hard and she hoped her friend wasn't knocked out.

Checking the pulse on the Galan, Delila nodded to Qae.

"Agreed. Its going to be a mad dash back to the transport" Overlooking her friend, Delila was assessing the woman. Not just for numerous injuries but for how to best carry her friend. Clearly in no shape to run or dodge or move fast. Nothing she shouldn't be able to handle for a short -- very short -- distance. Delila could thank her lucky stars she had decided to go into Special Forces at the beginning of her career. Obviously the training was paying off in ways she hadn't foreseen.

"I can pull her into a fireman's carry and get us a distance away. Only I won't be able to assist you or defend myself. We've got one shot at this. If you use your Force tricks to slow him down I think we may have a chance to get fairly clear, or at least further away from a mass of troops."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Chuckling to himself, Daxton made his way to his private lift and was whisked directly to the upper levels, even as the siren signalling a prisoner escape began to wail. Guards would be scrambling to establish positions among the escape route and he was counting on that to slow them down long enough to get into place.

As the doors of his private lift open, over a dozen imperial troopers in full combat gear ran pass followed by a trio of rolling battle droids. Walking calmly to the only corridor leading to the hangar he casually got into position, focused his concentration and created four identical false images of himself to lie waiting in ambush for them to arrive.

By the time they reached him, they would probably be spent, weak and just about ready to break. The perfect targets for the diabolical Sith Lord to prey on.


@[member="Qae Shena"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Thessa Kai]

@Delila Castillon @Qae Shena @Daxton Bane

[SIZE=10pt]Stars.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She saw stars. Blinking through drug-induced teary-eyes, weary gaze focused, finally, on Dells and Qae. The extra chains wrapped around her arms and snaked around her body. Fingers clutched at the metal-links, as if she could break them herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Get them off. Get them off. Get them off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That’s all she wanted. But she knew there wasn’t time. “Give me your blaster,” voice croaked in demand to Dells. “I’ll co—over you, while you car-ry me,” teeth began to chatter as she lost more control of her physical functions, the torture, mental games, exhaustion, and starvation taking hold.[/SIZE]

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Qae's first reaction was to run a hand through her hair - to touch her, to make sure she was okay. Admittedly, he wanted to hug her, but with CS all over their bodies, that would be a mistake. No, they needed to wash this off. This was a tricky thing; get some water back onto the system, wash off the gas, have a weapon handy to go. His concern for his friend would have to wait. They just had to make it to the Sky Dancer II, first. Sitting in the hangar with a team of armed people, waiting to fight. They didn't come in a civilian freighter - they had their own squad of warriors, too, ready to go.

But what could they do?

"Prisons usually have fire suppression systems, right?" Qae asked Dells in a sudden flash of inspiration. "If we can find a pipe and burst it. we'll be okay. There'd be a pipe in the hangar and the halls of the top floor, right? We just have to get there, and then we can turn this into a fair fight."

And by 'fair' Qae meant he would wreck anything and everyone with his powers. It was going to be great. Up the turbolift went, towards the top floor. They just needed a plan.