Location: Near Troiken
Notable Equipment: Jedi armour, various items
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Iris Arani
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Valery Noble
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His chest rose and fell as his heavy breaths lingered from the battle. His sabre was still raised defensively when the lightning stopped and his main foe laid defeated on the floor. The more senior Sith was still standing. But his raised guard would prove to be unnecessary as Valery soon started to fire off blasts of force light at the dark sider. It was a rare skill which he only had a rudimentary understanding of. One of the things he did understand, however, was its immense power.
Soon, the Sith's power had withered to the point of utter defeat. He received the Jedi Master's calling to end the enemy. Iris rushed forth, allowing Mathieu to stay back. He crouched down by the younger Sith and reached out through the force to sense if the man was still alive. He was. The few weak life signs he still had, however, were fading fast. Mathieu's forehead furrowed as he felt for the man who had to be going through agonising pain. Using the small ounce of knowledge he had in mental manipulation and healing, the young Morellian did his best to ease the dying dark sider's pain in his last moments.
In the end, both Sith fell at roughly the same time. One perished in death, the other was knocked out by Master and Padawan. Standing back up to his feet, Mathieu quickly walked over to the two other Jedi with long strides.
"We do what we came here for" he answered, looking down to Iris. The answer was one that applied to what he was going to do, at least. It was possible - perhaps even likely - that she wondered what to do with the senior Sith - but at this point, he would leave that to Valery.
Instead of staying and working on the full capture of the Sith, he pushed on to the door from which the dark siders had come. With a few clicks, the doors swooshed open, revealing a busy bridge. Flight coordinators were running busy as the dogfights raged on outside. Command crews chose where the ships energy should be diverted and specialists directed the carrier's own weaponry. Most of the officers kept working as the large Morellian set foot on the bridge while some looked up to him - almost fearful of what was going to happen. Understandable, seeing as his weapon was still drawn.
"Call the fighters home and power down all cannons and turrets" his voice easily carried across the bustling bridge. The command was met with hesitation and even a slight sense of defiance. Importantly, it was met by what seemed like universal silence - nobody replied to him but they also looked away from their tasks at hand. Wanting a more immediate response, Mathieu walked forth with determined steps. Having identified the captain, he put a heavy hand on their shoulders. Outside, the defeated Sith could be seen - defeated. Reality started to sink in and the captain finally gave the bridge crew a nod. Their response was quick and professional. Soon, they could see fighters returning and notice how the ship's own weapons ceased firing.