The Devil Came Knocking

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The women would need time. Cyril understood this. They knew where their ship had been brought down, the freighter [member="Charlene Adaska"] had affectionately named Binkie. It was no great stealth ship, but the transponder code could be changed, and the ship itself was a common model. It was impossible to tell by markings alone. It waited just over the next set of hills, and the single speeder left outside the garrison would transport the girls easily.

Cyril would find his own way off. He approached the landing pad with a confident stride. Mentally, he picked the closest tie fighter, a simple thing to fly. He could ditch it out in the collocoid dunes once he was clear.

"Good afternoon gentlemen." He boomed, casting his gaze this way and that. There, a single speeder swoop. You couldn't shoot that out of the sky.

Six Stormtroopers halted what they were doing to approach the pseudo Sith Lord. They stopped in a line out on front of him, arms clapping to their sides, backs ramrod straight.

"My lord, is there something you need?" The foremost man asked, identified as a Sergeant by the orange shoulder pauldron he wore. Cyril stalked along the line for a few moments, blue eyes taking in the soldiers. They were suspicious. They ought to be.

"Call your commander." He snapped.

"Eh, sure sir. Captain Vaiden or S-"

"Open the comm to the entire installation. They'll hear me then."

There was a long moment's pause as the Stormtroopers decided on what action to take. After a few agonizingly lengthy seconds, the Sergeant tapped the side of the helmet.

"You're tapped into the intercom sir. Whatever you say, they'll both hear." He informed.

Cyril nodded his thanks.

"To those who have accompanied me, I apologize for deceiving you. You serve the Sith well, and I enjoyed your company, but the time for secrets is over." He lied. The way he worded things, it would sound as if he had used Urya and Charlene for his own ends. That was the plan anyway. "As for the commander of this facility, I have a message for you."

Cyril thrust his hand forward. In any other situation, he would not have had the chance. A wave of telekinetic energy sprang forth from his fingertips, crashing into the line of Stormtroopers like an invisible wall. It sent them careening this way and that, two sprawling across the landing pad, the other four being thrown clear off the landing pad. None were dead, but bones were broken and it was unlikely those men would get up to fight anytime soon.

The sounds of their anguish would quite likely have played through the intercom.

The sudden display of power tired Cyril. Rather than stand and fight in his temporarily drained state, he drew himself down, and sprang off his legs, soaring three meters in the air to the top of a Lambda shuttle. He settled into the small crack between the wing and crew bay, going entirely prone, and dug into his robe for a stick of chocolate. Sugar helped one recover quickly from such exertions.

His eyes never left the landing bay doors.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Detritus"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cylus Jest"],




[member="Besk"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Charlene tried to look embarassed and sympathetic to the woman, [member="Tmoxin Temi"].
"S-sorry ma'am," she stammered giving a salute, "We're both new to this facility. Lord Alberath seems to go where he likes, protocol or no."
She bit her lip behind the helmet. Both herself and the character that she was playing were nervous now. An angry Sith was about as helpful as a footless tauntaun.

"Er- Yes Ma'am! Sorry Ma'am!" she saluted to [member="Urya Uvatera"] as she started walking ahead, hurrying to catch up before the Sith grew more suspicious.

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Hans was happily seated within the mess hall of the medical center. While most civilians assumed the cooks were something akin to Frankenstein and the food they served was slop, it was always fun for military personnel to prove them completely wrong. An army ran on its stomach and being served up the same, dull food everyday wasn't the best boost for morale. Rather, steaming loaves of bread, nerf steak, exquisitely spiced vegetables, and various other entrees and dishes littered the cafeteria-esque facility.

The Captain had helped himself to a rather large serving of brisket, dolloping mashed potatoes and a few other vegetables on there before eyeing the dessert table. That double chocolate layer cake was just calling his name, so he made for the table with haste. Alongside a TIE fighter officer, he sliced himself a fair slab of it and nudged the man next to him.

"Care to take a seat with me, Major?"

The dark-haired man flashed a grin, depositing his own piece of cake onto a plate. "Sure, just be warned that my plate doesn't have shields. If it crashes, it crashes."

Oh man. The morbid humor nearly caught Hans off-guard. Among the confident TIE corps., death was an ever-lingering presence to every single one of them. The veterans and elite pilots tended to joke about being coffin jockeys, or the servants of the Grim Reaper himself. Luckily, Hans had a fairly clean-cut wing of them stationed aboard the Scourge and dealing with rash behavior wasn't an issue.

"Copy that, squint." Hans sent the man a mirthful look before heading to the table. However, the voice over the intercom stopped him dead in his tracks before he could enjoy a single bite of his meal. A loud, commanding voice desired to meet with the commanding officer and cries of agony resounded from the throats of Stormtroopers before it was silenced by the facility's communications officer.

The TIE officer walked back over. "They're calling for you, right? You're Captain Vaiden, aren't you?" The man's brown eyes searched his uniform inquisitively before drawing back up to his eyes. "What are your orders, sir?"

Hans frowned, glancing down at his heaping plate. "I want that man inside of here now. Find him and bring him to me, use lethal force." He moved to set the meal tray down, "Bring me my squad and I can surely oblige him with a chat."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin’s jaw tightened and anger flashed upon her face, reddening her cheeks. She directed her immediate displeasure at the quite impudent medical assistant.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? I don’t care if you are taking medical supplies to the Dark Lord himself, when I ask you a question I expect you to answer me and with respect!” Commander Temi shouted. The stormtrooper with the medic was more mollifying but the damage had already been done. “Now both of you come here and take me to Lord Alberath this instance. And if you don’t then I will immediately file a grievance report with your superior officers…”

Suddenly Tmoxin heard the cryptic message over the loudspeaker. Confusion quickly replaced the anger as she tried to process what she was listening to. But her years in military service had honed her sense of danger such that no time would be wasted with an action plan.

"Sgt. Major and Commander Jest, arrest these two,” she said, quick-drawing her blaster and aiming it at the medical assistant and the stormtrooper. “I should have known that ours wouldn’t have been quite so rude,” she muttered.

[member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Besk"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus gave a long look at the medical assistant who had spoken so disrespectfully to [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. It was always a good idea to earn points with your allies, especially social ones that could help later. So when the voice over the com had sounded, he couldn't help but feel that this was a perfect opportunity.

He stepped forward towards the Medical assistant in a swift motion, grabbing at her neck with his gloved hand and hopefully locking her in place there.
"It is so disrespectful to talk to a lady in that way. Perhaps you need some re-education." He spoke with harsh tones, glaring into their eyes with an intense nothingness.
[member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Besk"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Oh yes. Your deductive reasoning is positively on the spot. Because someone is having a bad day and is moderately grouchy OBVIOUSLY means I'm with the Republic. Good job. You're a detective genius." Urya sidestepped the rather flashy man in the mask, glaring back at his 'intense nothingness' with livid green eyes. " Hands -off-. I am a medical officer, and I have a job to attend to. If you want to be a big hero today, go after the thrice-damned idiot who is apparently shredding our miilitary forces. Arrest me -after- I'm done patching up those he's attacking, because I'll have my hands busy piecing them back together. "

She turned to Charlene, the nervous Stormtrooper. " And you! What are you still doing here? Get out there and help! We have an intruder!" She pointed off towards the landing pad, looking absolutely furious. Not only did she have guns pointed at her while she was on her way to do her job, but now she was being accused as a damn Republic spy.

Her inner voice popped over Cyril's comm. " We were almost past. I'm sending Charlene to you."

[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Arrest...? What for!? Any stormtrooper would be confused by this bizzare leap of logic. Rude= ...republic spy...? Uhh.... No time to think. She had to stay in character.

"Err, Yes Ma'am! Sorry Ma'am!" She saluted once again, looked to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and shrugged her shoulders, "Apologies, Ma'am! Arrest me after I do my job, please."

With that, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her in this heavy armor. How did they do this? It made her so... slow.

"...Worst first day on the job ever!"

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus shook his head in a singular motion. She didn't understand, worst yet she was staring him back in the eyes. When dealing with predators there were rules of things you shouldn't do. First, never try to run away. Second, you didn't look a predator in the eyes, that was a challenge and Cylus took it as such.

"You will hold, you will not leave and you will desist your piteous attempts at controlling the situation. You will apologize to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and then you shall answer my questions. Understood." The voice was forceful and authoritarian in nature. Almost as if to emphasize his point he held his palm open, in an instant tiny insects shot out of it, scurrying about before returning to their home.

[member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Now breaking into a sprint, Detritus rounded a nearby corner as he began to pick up on the trail of the alleged Sith Lord. He had come this far, but he wouldn't get any further. The creation drew his pistol once more and made his way down a narrow hall that lead to a landing pad - or so the overhead label claimed just before the very door itself. Just outside Detritus heard the screams of men; the intruder had already drew first blood and it was time to apprehend him.

As the doors opened, Detritus saw nothing more than a couple of incapacitated Stormtroopers and a vessel laying dormant upon the pad itself; however, something was amiss. There was still a third presence somewhere among the mostly vacant landing pad, and they were hiding. This was where it would all come down to a boil and where the hunter would catch his prey. Walking slowly, Detritus scanned the area, looking towards the downed soldiers first.

"I know you're here. I sense you."

Detritus did a slow turn towards the ship Cyril may or may not be hiding in and took aim with both gauntlets firmly placed on the grip; the creation's finger ready to squeeze the trigger. If the false Sith had a plan or a means to attack, now would be the time. The Imperials may have failed to catch this wolf in sheep's clothing, but the entity saw through this.

"Come out, now."

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

 

[Besk]

He had seen it all from his vantage point, the Sith had walked out and began talking to the stormtroopers on the landing pad and then with a sweep of his hands he had struck them all down with a fierce application of the force. He knew that he should just let the Sith forces fight each other, but he had felt the Jedi near by, and that meant that the Sith was somehow involved. The time for stealth and sneaking about was gone, he needed to act.

He wrapped himself in the force, letting it caress and cover him like a blanket and he used force speed to quickly cover most of the distance to the landing pad. He used his own speed to cover the last 50 meters or so and he used a short force leap to land solidly on the pad across from the Sith. He had a lightsaber in his hand and the snap hiss of the green blade was sure to attract attention.

He stood there for a few moments, looking at the [member="Cyril Grayson"], unsure of what to say before he finally decided that it would work better to be blunt and not noble. " Where is the Jedi?" His words were soft yet firm, he needed to project confidence and power in his stance and his words. He couldn't feel the full power that the Sith wielded so he was hoping to bluff his way into a more favorable position before the fighting began.

[member="Detritus"] | [member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] |[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Sgt. Major Ulysses, the voice of reason, finally said, "Commander, the intruder made it clear that these two members of staff were not with him. To be fair your actions to arrest them are premature."

"What do you suggest, Sgt. Major?" asked Tmoxin her eyes unwavering and her blaster still trained on the medical assistant.

"Commander Jest, if I may? Can you go with the soldier and validate her credentials? I'm sure she is fine but just in case." He examined the female medic. Tmoxin's hackles were up about this particular individual but his Commander tended to let paranoia get the better of her sometimes. And for her insolence? Well, she wasn't a military officer. She was medical personnel who were notoriously overworked, underpaid and with little day to day contact with high ranking officers.

He addressed [member="Urya Uvatera"] next: "I am sure you are just doing your job but please step this way. The Commander and myself would like to interview you at least since you were with the Sith Lord who appears to be a traitor. I'm sure you understand we are just taking precautions."

They would all hear alarms sounding throughout the garrison, signaling an emergency on the base. All stormtrooper, pilots and administrative staff would begin to enact code red procedures for which they had been expertly trained.

[member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Besk"]

 

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Something was wrong, though Cyril could only guess as to what. If worse came to worse then the two women were being taken into Imperial custody. It was unlikely, but a possibility. That would make them somewhat easy to retrieve, and with the arrival of this other Jedi...

Rather than jump out into combat, the Jedi Master called one of the trooper's E-11 rifles to his palm. He caught the weapon with one hand, checked the charge on the blaster, and took aim.

His free hand flicked his mobility shield online. It would take two or three bolts of kinetic damage to recharge, and it was useless if he moved too quickly, but in a position like this it saved lives. He drew in a deep breath.

Jedi.

He felt the wavering presence of the novice nearby. Not quite yet an island within the force, but a rocky outcropping rising just above the waves. Still quite young, and quite likely easily influenced. That was how many Padawans were. As for what this boy was doing on Balmorra was anyone's guess. It was likely he was a refugee from the war, though Sith had a way of sniffing them out, and forcing them into their academies. If he'd hidden that long, then there was something to the boy.

Cyril spring up to his feet and held down on the trigger. The rifle roared in reply. Streams of crimson energy sailed through the air toward @Detritus. It was quite unlikely the warrior would be hurt by such a weapon; the objective was to stun.

If he was successful, Cyril would toss away the rifle, and break into a dead sprint toward the doors - which would soon have a number of Stormtroopers flowing through them if he took too long.

"Found him." The errant Jedi shouted. Furthermore, the kinetic shield he wore would temporarily deactivate as soon as he began to run.




[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya looked down at Cylus' hand and back up at his face. " I see you brought the kids with you. It's heartwarming to see a proud parent showing his offspring his workspace."

At this point, Urya let the shards of herself float away from what information her chipset had to offer, allowing the personality data inside to assert itself. She straightened her posture. " Yes. Fine. To make the day go faster, would there be any chance that you could escort me to the medical closet? I'm sure you can interrogate me there just as well as in any office, and in one of those locations, I can actually accomplish my job."

She smartly adjusted her long gloves, looking every part the doctor trying to keep herself as sanitary as possible. "I don't believe there will be chairs, however. You'll have to interrogate me while standing up."

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

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus listened to Ulysses speak, he had come to differing conclusions about how the individuals should be treated as they had come with the traitor. However, it did make sense for them to be questioned and authorized before any sort of "re-education" took place.

The ever snarky medical assistant bothered him though, not that her words actually meant anything. Still, there was a system of class that went on in any military, Tmoxin and himself were over these people and yet she had the audacity to speak in such a disrespectful manner. It was bothersome, it meant that somewhere along the line the chain of command had failed slightly and would need to be rectified.

He would leave it to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] to sort out this person however, he would be fine with simply validating the stormtrooper's identity and sending them on their way to do whatever they wanted, after all for a failure in the chain of command one had to go a bit higher up. Which naturally meant the Sith Lord who had been brought today, he would need to be eliminated to restore order. That would be difficult, but possible.

"If you'll come with me, we can validate your identity." He spoke calmly to the stormtrooper, apparently trying to remove any visage of himself as being a cruel person as he'd spoken with the medical assistant.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Besk"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Just as Detritus told the false Sith to come out of hiding, another face happened to show up - a Jedi? Nothing more than another target, really. Ignoring the coward with a facade for a moment, the creation tuned his attention to the sudden albeit rude interruption of cat and mouse. Taking aim, the entity had every intention of pulling the trigger just to rid the landing pad of excess junk. After all, Detritus didn't care who was in his way, so long as he got to murder them in some fashion.

But it would seem that just as murder was about to be written out, the pseudo Sith Lord sprang into action and doused Detritus with a plethora of blaster bolts; these were of the stunning sort, however. Taking a few to the chest and one or two to the helmet, the monstrosity stumbled but seemed to take the brunt of the weapon fairly well. His heavily augmented and drugged up self kept him from being phased too much.

Still managing to keep a tracing eye on the fleeing man, Detritus squeezed off three rounds in rapid succession with a quick trigger finger despite the stunning effect of the aforementioned blaster bolts. The grouping of the said rounds was slightly off but would still hopefully either graze the intruder or strike him in such a way to where it could potentially render his running a futile effort. Either way, Detritus wanted this man dead.

He could run all he liked if he did indeed escape, but the entity would find him sooner or later. After he shook off the stuns.

The hunt was on.

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

 

[Hans Vaiden]

When the man didn't come out exactly when Hans wanted him to, he was furious. Not getting your way when the whole authority of the Empire was behind you was just the thing that irked his nerves, so he would handle it personally if these incompetent officers and personnel couldn't. It was a medical facility and the detachment of Stormtroopers here had likely never even seen combat, even despite the fact that the little garrison was only staffed by a skeleton crew.

Luckily, he'd brought some of his own men. It was only a handful, not even half of a dozen of them. But they were Novatroopers. His own personal guard of elite Stormtroopers adorned in their signature black and gold armor. He'd already summoned them and the Sergeant looked placid - even with the helmet concealing his visage. Hans was already prepared, his Verpine shatter gun in hand.

"Move quick and fire straight. Try to capture this piece of scum, I want to see him with my own eyes." His jaw went taut with anger as he ran fingers through his hair to straighten it. "Move out."

The Novatroopers exited the medical facility with impunity, their rifles jammed back into their shoulders and half a dozen pairs of eyes scouring the area for traces of the unknown man's location. It wasn't very hard to tell what was happening. [member="Detritus"] was already out here, doing something weird as usual. The thing's head perked up here and there as if he'd picked up a scent and the malicious way he gripped at his slugthrower made Hans a bit uneasy.

That was just before all hell broke loose. A third figure made his presence known with some mook standing atop the Lambda popping up to fire on the new arrival and Detritus in a quick succession. Hans and his men were on them in an instant. Blaster fire spewed from their rifles immediately, the newcomer and the perched man being the prime targets. Hans himself took aim at [member="Besk"] with his Verpine handgun, squeezing the trigger three times before moving behind cover.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Besk]

Besk stared in disbelief as the Sith lord turned and attacked the monstrous figure that was there as well. He wasn't sure that what was happening, but he needed to figure out exactly what was going on. He saw the Sith lord fire off a dozen shots and score on almost all of them. The thing stumbled and besk tilted his head, trying to figure out what kind of creature could take that kind of abuse and remain standing. He heard the words that the Sith cried out as he sprinted away and it confused Besk even more.

"Found him" Rang out in his mind for a precious few seconds before he took a deep breath and followed [member="Cyril Grayson"]. He saw the arrival of [member="Hans Vaiden"] and a few troopers and used that moment to sprint after the odd Sith lord. He felt rather than saw the rounds pass by him as he used a short burst of speed to quickly follow Sith inside. He was sweating heavily as he got near the door, using the force as much as he had done in the last few minutes was taking a toll on him. It was a sad reminder of just how out of practice he was.

Once inside he looked around, hoping to find where the Sith had went and where the Jedi was being kept.

[member="Detritus"] | [member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

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Cyril was, and had always been the damage sponge in combat. He possessed the ability to rapidly recover from his wound - the only talent in the force he possessed that really stood out. Sure, he couldn't eat suns, control armies with his mind, or teleport, but give the man a few minutes, and he could turn a nasty gash into a pretty little scar.

And so, despite the sudden spiking pain that ran up his torso as the slugthrower rounds crashed into his chest, he did not falter. He was slowed dramatically by the Phrik armor he wore underneath, which gave both [member="Detritus"] and the soldiers of [member="Hans Vaiden"] time to take potshots. He made a point to put himself between the Padawan and the Imperials.

A Verpine she'll caught him in his right arm. The cybernetics momentarily flickered, but the arm continued to operate. Bolts from the Stormtrooper's E-11s caught him in the breast plate. The force of them sent him stumbling back through the doors leading within, but the corrosive energy held within disappeared harmlessly on his Phrik plates.

As soon as they cleared the doors, he slammed the control pad, drew his DC-15 sidearm, pointed it at the door's controls, and fired. The slab of durasteel whirred as it locked in place - the only way that was going to be opened would be brute force.

Not that such a thing was an issue for the Imperials. They did have that monster out there after all.

A single trooper down the hall froze as he caught sight of the two Jedi. Cyril did not. He fired the pistol twice, catching the soldier in the chest twice, and sending him sprawling.

"They're good shots." He grunted, assessing the damage. In total, Cyril had been shot four times, either in armored regions of his body or in his cybernetics. None of the hits were lethal, but they would certainly slow him, and it was quite likely another bolt to those areas would pierce the Phrik and hit something vital.

He took a moment to brace against the wall, and jam a single syringe of bacta into his neck. It was the only one he'd had room to carry. Normally, he would take the time to heal himself with the force: to block out the pain with a mantra, but he didn't have the time.

"I'm your Jedi, and judging from the way you move, I'd say you were one of the Padawans left behind during the war." He mused, reaching for the lightsaber he carried. "No names, and if you have a hood, put it up. Best not to be identified. Stay with me, and I'll get you back to the Republic...or at least out of here."

The sickle-like blade hissed as it came to life. A beam so dark that it seemed to suck all of the light in from around it spring to life. Darth Vulcanus's black blade was legendary, and hopefully it would get them through the complex alive.

"There's another door they can use to get inside. We need to make our way through the facility before the experienced soldiers catch up, and cause as much mayhem as we can on the way. The scout troopers have a motor pool a level below us, can you make it?"

He did not dare mention [member="Urya Uvatera"] or [member="Charlene Adaska"]. His mission was to provide a distraction, the important part of the plan was up to them. Best that [member="Besk"] did not know there were other operatives in the facility in case the two Jedi were captured.

Cyril took a step forward, and began to walk steadily toward what he hoped were stairs. "Stay close kid."


[member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

After shaking off the disorientating haze of being partially stunned, Detritus stood creepily still as the Jedi and the Padawan made their escape. The combat drugs that were commonplace within the creation's veins began pumping through at a hastened pace. Both of Detritus' hearts pumped erratically as his whole body tightened itself with nearly uncontrollable desires to lash out.

As a physical sign that the monstrosity was becoming psychotic, the blackened skull for a helmet began to glow red with crimson lines that connected with each other in a particular pattern. The once seemingly hollow eye sockets came alive with embers that shown nothing less than a peculiar madness not common among typical men.

With that, the monstrosity was beginning to show its true colors.

"WWRRRRYYYYYY!!!!"

With a single breath, Detritus unleashed a spine chilling, ear shattering howl as he charged toward the durasteel door within a blink of an eye. The man - rather, the creature began to furiously slam and smash into the temporary barrier that kept him from pursuing the false Sith and his Padawan follower. They had better be sprinters, or else they might soon find themselves face to face with something much worse than a barrage of blaster bolts and slugs.

After moments of incessant tearing and bashing, a small opening was made in the durasteel - one large enough for someone a tad smaller than Detritus to enter through, yet this wouldn't stop him. He continued to rip into the sturdy metal with his blackened clawed gauntlets, forcing his body through the tight squeeze and back into the complex. Force only knows what Hans and his men were thinking during all of this.

Detritus inhaled deeply and set off toward the Jedi.

A monster was in their midst...


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

 

[Besk]

Besk was at a loss, things were far from normal, and he had landed right in the middle of it. The Sith lord turned out to be the Jedi, that was enough to force him to reconsider things. When did Jedi masquerade as Sith. He leaned against the wall, one hand still holding the lit lightsaber, his breath ragged and deep. he had been avoiding trouble fo so long that he had almost forgotten how exciting it could be. [member="Cyril Grayson"] was talking and he was having a hard time following along as his hind was trying to catch up to everything that was happening around him.

He grabbed for the hood that he was sewn onto the jacket and pulled it up over his head, It was hardly a professional job, but as long as he didn't do too much with it on, it would stay in place. " none of this is making any sense, but if you have a way out of here, I'll follow you. That thing out there doesn't seem like the kind to just wait until someone opens the door for him." He stood up and began to follow the strange Jedi down the hall.

He wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to learn or do here, but he knew now that the force must have guided him here. He just hoped that the force was going to guide him back out alive again.

[member="Detritus"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"]