by Shiraya's grace
His chest burned for want of air. The rebreather was starting to fail. His eyes began to water, obscuring his vision. But the gas...it was almost...
He tripped, landing on his back as the Barabel's strike flew over head. He ripped the rebreather from his mouth, feeling the air rush back into his lungs. The gas had abated.
He scrambled back quickly. Frantic to put some distance between himself at the advancing Sith. The lack of balance form the tail seemed just enough for Brandyn to have the time to get back and up on to his feet.
The droid he had tripped over lay between him and the Sith. Brandyn's hand reached out, instinctively, and threw it up into the air towards his enemies head. The explosion hit at the same time. The shields fell. Balun yelled for escape.
He could hear the voices of the remaining agents yelling at him from the hole in the wall. But his attention was pulled to a search for those absent.
"Kyric!"
Nothing but the echoes of blaster fire and the remnants of the explosion.
He backpedalled towards the exit.
"Cerys!"
It was hopeless. They were gone. Brandyn was pulled, unwillingly, out of the hole in the wall.
"Sir...we have to get to the ship..."
He pulled against them, but their enemies were still advancing.
"Balun, get out!"He said, reluctantly retreating to the dropship.
