The Devil Came Knocking

[Darth Eversor]

Just as the elevator doors came to a close, Detritus began clawing at them. The duratseel denting and bending to his strength as he unleashed another howl, but this time he made it so it would be felt through the Force. Detritus wanted both the Jedi to know that they would never truly be safe - that they would be hunted for a lifetime.

After a few more punches into the doors, Detritus enabled his sedatives. The drugs in his veins calming to a slow crawl, both his hearts no longer thumping against his rib-cage. The entity simply stared at the durasteel door in silent thought as his brain processed the faces of the two Jedi. Their appearance would forever be memorized until the day he could find them again, their signatures in the Force were now documented and filed away.

He would find them again, and when they do meet, they will experience pain unlike any other. This was perhaps the only moment where Detritus truly felt the desire to cause fear without having the emotional gratification along with it - such a desire was well without such useless emotion. It would only waste his time. For now the creation turned on a heel and casually began walking back toward Captain Vaiden and his men through the now ruined blast doors.

Stormtroopers ran passed the monstrosity, scanning the halls and making sure the sectors were clear even though the two intruders were meant to be captured, or so Detritus would imagine. These humans had a knack for trying to interrogate others that went against their will - why did they not simply break them? The problem would be solved, more or less.

Upon reaching the outside once again, Detritus stood before Captain Vaiden and gave a slow ableit subtle nod.

"They have escaped to another level of the complex. Have your forces gather around all exits and possible vehicles; they're attempting to escape by a means that would make them difficult to capture otherwise; start with the motor pools, I will be seeking them as well."

The monster wasn't merely a killer, he was after all, designed to be of superior intelligence. To put it short, Detritus wasn't all brawn.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Besk"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

It was a little absurd to watch an officer along with some soldiers and a literal monster clawing away at the half cut-through blast doors. But, luckily, Hans was a high ranking member of the Imperial Navy and possessing a keycard to bypass all doors was easy peasy enough to get him and the rest of his men through the building with ease. But, the Jedi they were pursuing seemed to be much more adept at using their laser wands to crack through feet of heavily armored durasteel.

When [member="Detritus"] spun around to issue his own orders to a superior officer, Captain Vaiden was on him in an instant. No personnel ever questioned the authority of an officer and Hans wasn't prone to being ordered around by someone with the paygrade of a Staff Sergeant.

For now, his furrowed brow and placid frown were his only responses. That plan for sealing off the entire base along with its perimeter already hung in the back of his mind. Quickly, Hans pulled his comlink out and hailed the command post. "Command, this is Vaiden. Seal off the entire perimeter, elevate the death fence to insta-death, and double gate security. Two hostile footmobiles, be prepared to use lethal force."

The Captain shot a look towards his own men, "Let's go, head to the motor pool."

Vaiden used the keycard once again, passing another set of damaged durasteel doors before finding the elevator. Once he discovered it, they were in and up.

[member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Besk"]

 

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"You can survive a fall right?" Cyril asked innocently as the turbolift shot them up toward the facility's roof. He lofted a brow at the Padawan, and adopted a small smile just as the elevator doors parted.

He strolled out across the rooftop at a casual pace. Stormtroopers were already on the way, and he could feel the presence of that behemoth and his taskmaster shooting up another elevator nearby. He and this Padawan would need to move quickly, and he wasn't going to wait for an answer.

"If those Imperials catch us, we're going to be killed. I can only fend off so many blasters at a time, and that commander had some kind of slugthrower that shit too quickly for me to react." He informed, approaching the side of the roof. Just below he could see the landing pad, and the group of soldiers moving outside to lock it down. There was the swoop, a large four seated vehicle designed to transport officers. It had not yet moved.

"I'm going to attack those soldiers. You're going to secure that swoop. Then you're going to pick me up, and my two allies at the Western Gate before their Commander catches us. Got it?" He asked, just as he took a step off the building roof.

Then he was hurtling toward the earth at an alarming rate. He erected a bubble around his feet, a barrier between himself and the hard durasteel landing pad. It cushioned his fall as he crashed into the center of the Stormtrooper detachment, knocking over two men, and leaving the others confused as to what the hell had happened.

His twin blades, that of Darth Vulcanis, the obsidian weapon, and his mother's, a violet rapier-like sword ignited. Two men were cut down instantly, and then the other recovered. A storm of blaster bolts assailed Cyril, from all sides. He span, twisted, turned and parried as he reppelled each volley back toward his attackers, adopting Soresu.

Cyril was a skilled swordsman, one of the best in the Order, but no man could sustain such a barrage for long. Six soldiers fired down on him, and more were sure to come. Each bolt repelled seemed to get a little closer to the mark. A few more minutes of this, and the Jedi Master would be little more than a slag heap on the floor.

[member="Besk"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Detritus"]

 

[Besk]

Besk stepped out of the elevator and sighed, " Well, I am sure I can make the jump with little problem and if I don't, it's still better than facing that monster." He nodded and smiled faintly. He wasn't as excited about the prospect of the fall either, but he was certain that the fall was less deadly than the fight if he chose to stay on the roof. he listened to the strange Jedi talking about the plan and how he fit into it, and then he stopped and tilted his head at the revelation of other people inside toe base. He didn't feel any other force users in the area besides the jedi and the beast. There must be commandos or spies working with him.

None of it would matter if he failed to get the swoop started or rescue the jedi before he was injured too badly to survive. He watched as the Jedi jumped into the air, he seemed to hang there a second before gravity took over and he plunged into the group of stormtroopers on the platform. Besk took one final breath and took his leap off of the roof, he felt the force flowing around him and he felt the warm embrace surround him as he fell. He should have landed softly on the ground, but his control of the force wavered just slightly and he landed a bit harder than he wanted, he rolled forward and just missed crashing into the swoop that was in front of him. He stood and winced slightly, he had broken a rib on the fall but it wasn't important. He jumped into the swoop and turned on the engines. The whine of the motors was sent into a shrill as he pushed the throttle to the max and spun it in a tight circle.

He flew quickly towards the group of stormtroopers and the Jedi , he slowed down just enough to allow the man to jump in, "Time to go" He said as he flew by, he never actually stopped the swoop and as soon as the other man was in he pushed the engines to the maximum and the swoop jumped forward and shot away.

[member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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A quick check of his datapad confirmed what Cyril had hoped for. Urya and Charlene were clear. Trying to retrieve them would just make the two women look suspicious, and they had what they'd come for. Another trooper fell to a repelled blaster bolt, and the next relieved a face full of speeder.

The errant Jedi Master blinked in surprise, and somersaulted in the air. He crashed into the back or the speeder, and with a bit of seperate tugging, hauled himself into the passenger seat. He quickly belted himself in, made sure his good was secure, and clapped [member="Besk"] on the shoulder.

"My name is Cyril Grayson, Master of the Jedi Order. You just saved a lot of lives kid."