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The Slave-Ring Redemption

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OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
Myles Vylmunar, 'The Stargazer'

Sometimes, there's just nothing to do...

That was the case for the young pilot, Myles Vylumnar. It had not been long since his last job, and he was already in search of a new employer. Unfortunately, his companion Kaz hadn't had any available contacts at the time. It was like one of those moments where there was just nothing to keep you occupied. Thus, The Stargazer drifted along in the Outer Rim. He could always return to Nar Shaddaa or even Tatooine, but Myles was getting tired of flying back and forth between a raider-infested desert planet and a moon full of the galaxy's deplorables. Things were getting quiet aboard the freighter, until a ship was detected jumping from hyperspace...

It was, by the looks of it, some sort of cruiser. It didn't seem commercial, but who would need a cruiser if they weren't working for some company? Something seemed off, and it didn't help that the ship's transponder codes were encrypted. Only a couple seconds later, a transmission would come through.

"A-hem, egh... *cough*... Yes, uh... Surrender your ship in the next... Uh... ten seconds, or we'll be forced to take, uh, action... Yes..." said a raspy, harsh voice. They seemed almost inebriated or something, and spoke like this was part of their daily agenda. There'd be no point in trying to fight back, even if Myles was, in his opinion, the best pilot there ever was. If they jumped to hyperspace, they'd probably just be followed wherever they went.

Running out of options, Myles decided to throw a curve-ball their way.

"Oh- uh- Alright! Alright!" he replied through a transmission, flying his ship into their tractor beams. Hopefully, they'd assume that he was the only one on the ship. Myles prepared the ship to jump into hyperspace beforehand as Kaz remained hidden near the cockpit, all part of a grand plan. Instead of giving in to these pirates, Myles was hoping for his own hostile takeover. The young man was no stranger to being outnumbered, but he'd still need help. These guys were obviously slavers, so maybe their slaves wouldn't be opposed to a little revenge...

A small band of the thuggish slavers surrounded the ship as the docking ramp lowered. After a few seconds, nobody came out, so one of the men decided to take a step inside. Before anyone knew it, blaster bolts flurried through, cutting down the handful of slavers that had crowded the docking ramp. Not much sooner, chaos ensued in the docking bay as Myles took on an army by himself.

A FEW MOMENTS LATER...

It was fairly obvious that this wouldn't work. His cockiness got the best of him, once again. Myles awoke locked up in one of the ship's many prison cells, which in truth were just ray shield pods scattered around the cargo bay. Those who weren't imprisoned were chained up together carrying boxes around or sweeping the floors. Confirmation that this was a slaver's ship.

It was during the firefight when he was knocked out. He could remember it now; A couple dozen bodies struck by numerous blaster bolts, piles of crates and boxes knocked over, and even a couple explosions. It was one of these explosions which caused a stack of crates to topple over near Myles, rendering him unconscious after a crate struck him in the dome. Luckily, he'd given the order for Kaz to fly The Stargazer out of there, so at least that was safe.

Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that Myles was stripped of his possessions and forced to wear drabs inside a ray shield cell. Apparently, this would officially make him a... Slave...

[member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]
 
[member="Myles Vylumnar"] // [member="Rebel Sunka"]

Off in the very corner of the cargo space there was a woman in a ray shield pod much like Myles’. Her eyes were closed, her bare knees exposed against the surface of the cold floor. She had placed her hand against the surface of her half-covered thighs. These rags were torn, coarse and most likely not even cleaned since worn by its last owner. Dried up spots from sweat and blood seemed to riddle it, and the small spots of dirt were mainly there for decoration. They had taken everything from Kaili in an instant. Her ship, her pet droid, the clothes on her back and the ring that kept her temper under wraps. These were the people she had sworn to protect the hyperlanes against and it was these people that didn’t realize what it was they had brought upon their ship the second they forced Kaili to place herself within a small cell that could barely house her.

Her blonde locks brushed against her cheeks as her tilted head seemed to bring a measure of shade that she needed to be able to focus. A bruise lingered on her cheek, flecks of purple and yellow against otherwise rather pale skin. There was a storm brewing and it was just waiting to be unleashed. She had already tried to dismantle the construct and free herself through the force, but it seemed impossible from inside the cell. Regardless, a plan had been laid out on how she was to free herself.

All she needed was a guard, or two.

The vigil continued in silence. She was leaving this cell before ‘dusk’ had come.
 
"Hey...can I at least get a cigarette?"

A smooth, yet unconcerned voice was heard almost through the energy wall that blocked him in. He was speaking to one of the thugs, a Weequay, who just so happened to be passing by. He gave a disgruntled expression, or maybe that was just his face. Well, Rebel couldn't tell so he stood there with his face near the shimmering field of light energy that cut him off from everything else. He was waiting on some sort of response, his eyebrow slowly rose and he thought the guy was gonna speak but...yeah no. Instead he was met with the blunt end of his firearm which caused a slight disruption that forced Rebel to jolt backwards to withdraw his face from the wall.

Sigh

He rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "I knew I should've never left the club with that Twi'lek chick..." He mumbled to himself.

Well essentially he'd been taking a slight break from his Jedi training after completing a few sessions at the Yavin Praxeum. His next step was to transfer to Nar Shaddaa but well...that wasn't the best option seeing as how he'd be completely distracted and end up in situations akin to...well....this. His whole reason for even going was his withdrawals...so if he was within proximity to what he needed he thought he'd be fine to continue.

Of course his first few days weren't as productive as they should've been but well...he'd been away from the club scene for quite a bit and so yeah he more than likely got a little drunk and left with some Twi'lek chick who didn't have the best intentions. Apparently she was working with slavers...not surprising. He'd have to reevaluate some things he supposed.

His arms were up in the air, elbows pointing towards the ceiling while his hands rested just behind his head. It screamed chill. He looked over to the other cells, one had [member="Myles Vylumnar"] in it. Rebel nodded his head in a form of greeting but also in a 'Yeah, you too?' moment. Though inside the other he'd saw [member="Kaili Talith"] who looked beat up, and the fact that her face was covered and somewhat out of his purview he wondered if she was alright.

"Hey, is she alright?"
 
Myles returned the look with one of confirmation yet slight disappointment, shaking his head as if to say 'I thought I was smarter than this...' He stood up, slightly hunched over as he rested his forearm along the shield which trapped him, causing a static white blot to appear over where his arm would be, the ray shield crackling with sound. As a pair of guards walked past, Myles sort of gave them a dirty look.

"I dunno, have you tried asking her?" he'd say in a half-sarcastic tone. It was clear that this guy was a little bit frustrated. Myles never liked getting his things taken away and having his fate being decided by some two-bit criminal. It always killed his vibes whenever he got into situations like this, picking away at his mind and killing him from within. Of course, nobody liked being imprisoned and toyed around with, but for Myles, this was the highest form of disrespect anyone could ever achieve. A sort of darkness emanated from the young man. It was subtle, yet strong at the same time. It probably just seemed like he was simply pissed off to most, but a keen eye might sense it was, or had the potential to be, much more.

He sighed, standing upright in his cell. There was little room to keep comfortable in the pod. Myles turned his head, taking his first look at [member="Kaili Talith"]. She seemed distraught; Mysteriously quiet like they had something to hide. Then again, the same could be said for anyone around with at least a shred of dignity left within them. Just then, another group of slaves passed by.

"Psst... Hey, you! Yeah... Look, you wanna get outta here? Come on, jus..." his voice trailed off as the person gave him a terrified look and shook his head, to which Myles returned a frown of disgust. It was just then when he noticed one of the guards approaching. The figure was tall and bulky, a shaved human head with a menacing face. While he wore armor, it was a small amount. His protection consisted mostly of pieces taken from various armor sets over his coat and black pants. He was at least a foot-and-a-half taller than Myles.

"You...I'mma make an example outta you..." he growled, deactivating the ray shield. Myles was picked up by the collar and lifted with ease, then tossed out toward the middle of the cargo bay. He landed on a foot, stumbling forward as he regained his balance. The whole room stood still and watched as a beating was about to be delivered.

"Dis is what happens when you try something slick under our noses!" proclaimed the hulking figure as he stomped toward the young kid. Myles straightened up, assuming a combat-stance, but it seemed unlikely he'd be able to really do anything against this guy. As a massive fist swung toward his head, Myles managed to block it with his left arm, but the force almost sent him sliding across the ground. Suddenly, another fist would come around, striking Myles dead in the face. He was knocked over, stumbling toward the floor as he could barely keep balance...

It seemed like the guard was intent on killing the poor guy...

[member="Rebel Sunka"] ((Sorry for the delay, and my writing right now might not be great. I've had a really busy week.))
 
[member="Myles Vylumnar"] // [member="Rebel Sunka"]

The door opened and in stepped yet another man. Shaved head, beard, tattoos spread across his face like it was going out of style. His cold eyes wandered across the room before they set on the man trying to beat up the merchandise. His boots clanked against the cold metal surface as he approached the brute attacking Myles. A firm hand grasped at his shoulder and he told him to stop.

“They are beneath us, brother.” His rough voice commanded. “Get him back in his cell, we still have to deal with the boss man’s trophy.” His eyes set on Kaili. “Best haul he’s seen in a long while, he claims.” Kaili did not react, her eyes remained closed and her teeth gritted. “Break those who are weak first, that’s the rule. She has practically already given up.”

The man who had previously swung at Myles now tried to grab a new hold of him and escort him back into his cell. grabbed a firmer hold of Myles again to try and do just that. The bald man approached Kaili’s cell with a grin. His tongue licked against his lips at the thought of the credits her ransom would bring in, if it would bring anything in. A ship like that, it had to be someone of importance.

He keyed the combination to the lock and deactivated her ray shield.

And that was exactly when the plan was switched on. When it had always been planned to be switched on.

A hand reached out to grab at her arm but it was not the man who grabbed her, it was she who grabbed him. She had remained immobile until he came close enough and now she had him by the wrist. Kaili wasted little time and thrust her other free hand as fast and hard as she could to strike at him where the sun didn’t shine. The surprise in his face turned into horror, turned into an expression of true pain before he finally hunched over with a firm grasp around his bruised manhood.

A knee was applied to the man’s face and he could do little but topple over. Her hand extended towards the second man, the one who had previously punched her cellmates. Gravity forced him off his legs, he went flying in her direction and much like the brawny man’s manhood, it was met with the hard surface of her knuckles. She wasn’t messing around, she knew what she was doing. For the last few days this exact moment had been played out in so many ways that it was all she could seem to think about.

She delivered a swift kick to the second guy’s face for good measure.

And then… She took a deep breath. “Oh that felt good.” She groaned out of relief. “Too good.”
 
"Hey, c'monn leave him alone." He spoke calmly from his cell as he stood upright and got closer to the shield. When the brute pulled [member="Myles Vylumnar"] from his cell. When the fighting was about to commence, Rebel' face scrunched up as he anticipated how this was about to go down. These guys were likely going to be picking on them one by one until they thought they were broken, it was a bunch of bull crap really. He barred his teeth and nodded his head in relief when Myles managed to block his initial attack. The second attack caused him to cringe and tuck his head.

He turned and glared at Rebel to which he hastily put his hands up as to say I'm good. He just really didn't feel like throwing blows with a guy much bigger than him for the hell of it. If they were in a much better position to escape then hell he'd go for it, but he didn't think they both needed to get beat up. When he saw the other guy enter and they seemingly went for the girl he got slightly serious.

"Hey man, wait a sec!"

He watched as he reached for [member="Kaili Talith"] but then suddenly his eyes grew big and mouth dropped when she punched him directly in his manhood. Rebel's legs bent at the knee and crossed over one another only as he could imagine the pain. He'd been there and done that and definitely felt old guys pain. Though the knee to the face caused him to scrunch up in his cell and slightly cover his eyes.

Damn.

"Who's this chick?" He thought to himself as he watched the brutal beating.

He pretty much watched from the confines of his cell. "I don't know who or what you are but that was awesome. You...you think you can let us out?" He spoke up after she did.

"That is if you won't destroy our manhood and all that good stuff..."
 
Blood collected into a bead at the corner of his lip, rolling down his chin as Myles was grabbed and hauled back to his cell. As he was being dragged, he gave a long glare to the rest of the captives and other guards with a sort of fire in his eye. All the while, he kept his mouth shut just as he usually did in these situations; Nothing needed to be said.

Just then, he'd witnessed the brutal emasculation of one's manhood. It was the woman he'd noticed before who looked broken and helpless, but it had turned out she was more than what she seemed. That was a big mistake slavers often made: judging a person by the amount of credits they're supposedly worth rather than their uniqueness, at least Myles thought so. He watched in slight awe as she took down the thug with ease before making it toward his self. In a single swift motion, Myles was released from the brute's grasp, fumbling his feet as the woman continued delivering a beating.

He sort of faded away into the background as one of his cellmates began to converse with [member="Kaili Talith"]. Myles had considered speaking himself, but again he realized there was no need to say a word. It would not be long before more thugs closed in on them, so there was little time for any sort of 'thank you'. As [member="Rebel Sunka"] requested to be released, Myles found himself digging through one of the thug's belongings. Both of them had been reduced to sad sacks of meat, holding their broken groins as they curled up on the floor.

"We're all getting out of here." he finally spoke up toward the two, then looking all around him at the captives who stared in awe at what just happened. Myles stood up, two blaster pistols in each hand from the brute who'd punched him earlier. Before him was a moral choice; There was no need to kill these two, as they were already incapacitated. After all, he'd always been told that all life was precious. He looked on at the two pitiful sights before him, frowning slightly in anger.

*PEW... PEW*

A blaster bolt could be heard, followed by another shortly after. A burning hole simmered through the skulls on the floor, instantly cauterizing the brain and staining the floor beneath with an ashy residue. The event almost gave off a dark feeling, but it soon subsided. It was then when the ship was finally alerted of what was going on as the door to the bridge flung open, a group of four pouring out with guns aimed. It had taken a while for the other guards in the cargo bay to notice, as crates and captives clouded their vision. However, they too had been alerted of the incident. Less than a dozen of the thugs crowded around the scene, guns trained.

The cargo bay drew a short silence. All the while other captives froze in place, staring from within their cells or from chains. Some had dropped the boxes they were carrying, others watching from behind piles of crates. Around seven men dressed in scrap armor and old clothing pieces crowded around the scene. Some bore tattoos, perhaps as a sign of authority or significance. Others had hairstyles ranging from the classic mohawk to the straight buzz and even a tribal-esque man-bun.
 
[member="Myles Vylumnar"] // [member="Rebel Sunka"]​

The two other cellmates were let out with the wave of Kaili’s hand, and quite literally so as she flipped the switches to the energy fields that confined them within their cells. Turning towards the skinny dark-haired one who sung praise she merely smiled at being called awesome, though it quickly faded into a deep frown as she twitched from the two gunshots that permanently offed the two men she had incapacitated. She didn’t say anything, instead she did the sensible thing and slapped him straight across the face. First with the palm of her hand, and then the back of her hand.

“They were incapacitated and posed you no harm.” She growled almost. “I do not intend to rescue anyone who is willing to sink-”

The men entered and Kaili was forced to cut her lecture-slash-threat short. She gave the newly arrived men a quick look befor she started to slowly approach them. Stone-faced she stared each of them down asserting her dominance over them, making sure they saw their friends on the floor and that a somewhat similar fate, albeit less dead, awaited them as well if they decided to pick a fight.

“You have three seconds to back out of this room, or I will take you down.” She nodded as to affirm her own threat. “I am free from my cell, you have stolen from me and I am not fething around. I want my ship back, I want my ring back and I want all of you to atone for what you have done.”

She took a breath and started her countdown.

“... One.”
 
Myles felt the compression of his teeth as he gritted them together while he got slapped not once, but twice. It wasn't the first time someone had complained to him about mercy or unnecessary killings. Truthfully, Myles agreed with them to a certain extent. Sometimes, life just isn't equal in value to others. He saw it to be a harsh truth, that there were some people the galaxy could just do without. Myles considered speaking back, but he figured it wasn't worth it. She had, after all, helped him out so it would only be reasonable for him to try and return the favor. She'd probably just punch him in the groin anyway.

He could tell that she was the type of woman who liked to assert her dominance. It became fairly obvious when the small band of thugs began surrounding the group with their guns aimed. She followed up with another threat toward them, and gave a stone-cold glare.To Myles' surprise, she actually managed to intimidate one of the guards. He was smaller in stature compared to his compatriots, and his head was guarded with some sort of old junkyard helmet that surprisingly matched with his light-armored outfit. Myles watched as the thug became uneasy, to the point where he began to shake.

"Uh, Lady I appreciate the help but if all you're gonna do is threaten people, we're gonna get nowhere." he spoke through his teeth.

Myles' watchful eye shifted back over to [member="Rebel Sunka"]. He looked back to [member="Kaili Talith"], then to the prisoners around them. Myles sighed in calmness, his gaze focusing back on the guard from earlier. He knew something was about to happen; It was just an off-feeling like something wasn't right. The tension only rose as he gave a piercing glare at the guard from behind the sights of his pistol.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." he mumbled to himself.

He shifted his finger over to the weapon's stun switch, considering for a moment. When he realized they'd just wake up after being stunned, he saw no point in leaving them alive. If they were left alive, they'd just continue enslaving innocent people. If they were imprisoned, they'd just take up more space and eat more food. They weren't even worth it... The only thing these people were good enough for was death.

Suddenly, his torso would shift as he fired a single blaster shot at the guard, slapping him across the face with a blaster bolt. However, it was already too late. Just before Myles' bolt reached his face, the thug squeezed the trigger, firing a shot toward Kaili. The result was an emerging prison break as prisoners began rushing toward the guards in a collective force. At the same time, the alarms started going off signaling a state of emergency.

Myles tossed one of the blaster pistols toward Rebel, looking to Kaili as if to question what to do next.
 
Some of his body weight was in the shimmering field that cut him off from the others. He was honestly starting to feel like he didn't get invited to their little party. Was it his looks? He wondered... Though when the woman they were with shifted her hand and the power shut off his weight went down and his body jolted forward just as he caught his balance. Stretching his arms out one good time, a loud crack could be heard form the bones in his body. "Thanks. I really appreciate that." he said nodded to them both.

Rebel watched as his main man [member="Myles Vylumnar"] shot the other two who suffered from extreme groin pains. [member="Kaili Talith"] seemed to have a real problem with it, but...Rebel shrugged it off. Yes! He was a Jedi but this situation in particular had nothing to do with him and seeing as how the situation went from groin destruction then to blaster bolt through the skull, he just didn't want to be the next victim. Plus they beat up on the guy, he was clearly angry and got pay back.

Did he say he was a Jedi? Well...more like one in training, so you can't really hold him accountable for the unethical behavior here.

His lips formed into a pout as his bottom lip stuck out and he shook his head before turning away from Myles' victims. When he did he immediately saw the gathering figures of a group of more men.

"Oh..." he said before halting his step and taking another backwards so that he was standing with the group again. His hands shot up as a form of surrender, he wanted them to know he was unarmed. Well...they took his janky ole lightsaber anyway. Not that he missed it.

Kali the thug threatened them again, and half of him was rooting for her but then he thought like yeah he didn't necessarily want to get punched in the face so he was half and half. He returned the watchful look back at Myles, it happened almost simultaneously but then he looked back at the dudes.

When the ensuing violence went off, Rebel kicked another guy right in the stomach before a few other slaves tackled him. Twisting his body he looked to Myles and caught the blaster pistol he handed him. "Thanks!"

"Listen...I say we just run that way until we find something." he pointed towards the entrance from where the group of men had been enterng and leaving.
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"] // [member="Myles Vylumnar"]​
It hit the fan.

Guns fired and her waist burned along with the fabric of her rags. Kaili yelped in pain but didn’t back down. Her companion kicked one of them in the gut and she in turn proceeded to punch one of the other soldiers in the face. A shattering sound reverberated around the room as her hit connected to one man’s jaw. This was what she had learned from her friend since she was a child, a martial arts method utilizing the force to its benefit. A force push that took the brunt of the hit, a subtle force pull to get them into a perfect position before impact. It was effective, it was brutal, but she was far from as proficient in it as the masters were.

Once the man collapsed to the floor, enveloped by a group of former slaves, she proceeded to thrust her elbow at the man next to him but going for the temple instead. Same thing there, and the same dogpile on top of him clawing at him for revenge. She would have told them to get off, but one of the escapees had already made his deadly intent evident in his actions. Instead Kaili opened her hand to pull one of the blasters into her hand as the other grasped at the wound at her side.

She’d live. She had been through worse.

“Agreed.” Kaili nodded her head at Rebel’s plan. “If we find their comm rooms we could signal others for help with getting all the people off this ship.” The girl limped over towards the exit. “And if we find a medpak, that’d be pretty great too.”

She stepped out, took a right and proceeded to improvise a route towards where she thought the nearest communications array to be.
 
"Alright, lead the way. Oh, and the name is Myles. Just Myles."

Myles followed [member="Kaili Talith"] and [member="Rebel Sunka"]. The newly formed trio ran out of the cargo bay, a huge riot forming behind them. After a brief moment of thought, something occurred to the young man. He had an idea, and it was a damn good idea. However, it was still a risky one. Maybe some of the prisoners wouldn't make it off the ship alive, but it was at least better than nothing. What were they gonna do, wait to be rescued? By then, they'll have been closed in on and cornered. It's be just like a firing squad shooting up helpless souls. All that would be left to rescue would be a pile of burnt corpses.

"Wait..." he said, stopping in his tracks. He paused to turn around fire two bolts and a pair of thugs who'd turned a corner behind them.

"Maybe it'd be a good idea to find our stuff, first. And, I'm sure they have an armory somewhere on this ship. If we can get those prisoners armed, just maybe we'll be able to take this ship for ourselves..."

Myles looked between Rebel and Kaili. He'd only just met them a moment before, but now the whole ship was on lockdown and there was a riot brewing up. Two options had now been proposed. They could either signal for help and hold out until then, or they could go on the offensive and take over the ship. To Myles, the latter seemed better than waiting like sitting ducks. That, and he wanted what was rightfully his: Revenge.
 
(Sorry for the hold up! Didn't know it was my turn)

"Crap, your hurt." He said when he saw her limping towards the exit, she seemed like she definitely could handle it but it was an indicator to Rebel that this was serious. He sighed, and turned to Myles when he told him to lead the way. "Yeah...they call me Rebel" He said clearing his throat slightly.

He nodded and turned his body, but before he could follow through with the step he turned back around when he heard him say "wait"

"What's up?" He said motioning with his hand in a bit of urgency.

Well he offered another option, they'd have to get their stuff anyway and while Rebel was disinterested in making this any more bad than it was, his idea made sense. Even if they did wait for help, it wasn't like they'd be guaranteed someone coming for them. At least in his case, he didn't come with a ship.

He looked to [member="Kaili Talith"] and then back to [member="Myles Vylumnar"] "I'm sure they have some ships docked here, it'd just be a matter of getting to them."

He sighed because this was his inner Jedi coming out....

"I mean...yeah why not lets arm em all and get everyone out of here."
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"] // [member="Myles Vylumnar"]​

The girl stopped dead in her tracks, turned around and looked at the other two. The hand that grasped at her wound let go and she stared them down for a good while trying to contain her nerves and not shout and berate them. It was great that they had a plan, but it wasn’t one that went beyond getting off this ship.

“Oh is that all?” She looked at Myles and then Rebel. “By all means, arm every man, woman and child on the ship and take them away from here.” So far, the plan was good, but, “But what about then, huh? Are the two of you going to go on tour around the galaxy? Tend to the traumatized and get them home, huh? Help them reconcile with long lost families and help with their psychological scars?”

She hoped to paint the picture.

“There is so much more we need to fix here than just our escape. We need to find a way for these people to get off this ship both physically and psychologically. The terrors they have endured-” Kaili exhaled and looked at Rebel. “Do you not feel it in the force? The anguish lingering in this place? The whispers of men and women who lost their husbands and wives to exhaustion? The fear of being sold as personal slaves to the scum of the galaxy? Children starving because they did not meet the day’s quota?”

“I am going to find that comm room and I am going to hail the Alliance. I am going to keep the beacon lit, and then I am going to go home.”

“So, again, are you really going to go through with a plan that is guaranteed to cause more damage than good?”
 
Myles scoffed. "Yeah, I feel the fear, the anguish. And you know what? I bet every single one of those men and women are ready to take it out on those who enslaved them."

Behind him, crowds of freed slaves poured out of the hangar bay and into the various halls of the ship. They thinned out and spread, the blaring alarms brightening their faces with a crimson red. There were no more than two or three dozen of them, and in their wake left only bloodshed from their stampede.

"You go ahead and signal your little Alliance. If they get here soon enough, you can have your way so long as it doesn't get in the way of mine. I'm going to do what is right."

He looked once again back to [member="Rebel Sunka"]. If he was gonna pick a side, he'd have to pick it now. Myles had no problem with [member="Kaili Talith"] and the Galactic Alliance, but he saw an opportunity he wanted to capitalize on. He could feel the desire for revenge in those who rioted and rebelled. He longed for it too, his twisted sense of justice urging him to do what he felt right.

Before long, Myles drew the blaster he looted and ran off in the other direction.
 
Rebel threw a slight hissy fit where he stood after Myles ran off. Hell...he was torn. Honestly, half of him wanted revenge too but the other have wanted to get the Alliance here and get everyone out. He kicked the durasteel wall and then looked over to Kaili. He had a feeling she was more than what she seemed, that's what drew him to her in the beginning. He shook his head, "Why'd ya have to be so damn inspirational...huh?" he said throwing his arms out. "Lets get to that comm, get you a medpac, and save everyone else..." He said under his breath walking towards her.

No he didn't forget about Myles, or everyone else for that manner but as a Jedi, this was more than him. Besides he knew it was the right thing to do.

He turned and screamed down the hall which Myles ran down, "I'll be back for you bro...just...stay alive." He said, "Hide or someth...never mind he can't hear me."

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"] // [member="Myles Vylumnar"]​

Kaili huffed and shook her head as Myles ran off.

“Your friend is an idiot.” She had no intentions of hiding her opinion on the matter. Not without her ring. She took a few more steps down the hall. A slave came running down the hall and much to their surprise she seized them by the arm.

“There is an armed man further down the hallway, one of us.” Kaili sighed. “Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.” She gave Rebel a quick look and then looked back at the escapee. “Please.”

The man nodded and ran off towards where Myles had gone.

“He is an idiot, but ultimately just a misguided idiot.” Kaili tried to justify herself to Rebel. “Vengeance is hand in hand with justice. Hard to separate the two at times. It’s all about intentions.”

She continued to grasp at her side and walk down the hallway. “I need to find the armory too, but a means of evacuating all these people are our main priority. It has to be.”

A few more steps and a firm grasp around the barrel of the blaster rifle in her other hand.

“Oh and, the name’s Kaili, by the way.” She tried to snicker. “Kaili Talith.”
 
Meanwhile, Myles was making his way along with his new... friends.

Nothing had to be said. They needed no leader, no guidance. Those who wish to revolt did as they pleased, while others ran off in other directions. Some tried to make their way to the cockpit, others fought alongside Myles. The alarms continued to blare as flashes of rend and yellow colored the faces of all those restless souls. Myles only focused on his priorities. He ventured through the hallways past blaster fire, searching every room to find his possessions. After all, he wouldn't be able to take the ship without his stuff.

Then, a lone thug had been encountered down the hall. He was beaten, attacked by the freed slaves. Once again, nothing much had to be said. A blaster shot to the leg and a man at gunpoint as all it took.

"Take me to where you're keeping all the prisoner's belongings. I don't have to kill you."

"We throw 'em all together in the express cargo compartment! I- I dunno man!"

"Just take me!"

A short jolt of aggression surged through him. He was impatient, eager to get things done. Myles wanted to prove he could accomplish things his way. And so it was a short trip away to where everything was being stashed. It was a room not as large as the cargo bay, but large enough to hold several stacks of crates. Now all that was left was to search. And search he did.

After a moment, he was able to locate all his belongings in a single crate, though a large mess was left in his wake. He stepped over the body of the man he'd executed moments before. His next target was the armory.

[member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"]
 

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