We Fight Because We Must (Open)

[Mythos]

Animus looked over the large window of his room and hearing his words snapped his neck leaving him to die. He saw a major ship acting up and he was back down the same way he came in blasting Force Lightning at the men who now blocked his path out of the room. Once in the floor he killed them with no style or particular form, just Rage and frustration before moving on. He was no in the main ship and he walked about slaying various pirates and grunts who were too unskilled or generally in fear of him until he got to the Main control room of this massive ship. Arriving at the Place he noticed it was heavily guarded.
We walked to it not making a sound until he pounced on their position and blaster fire erupted the room in a blue and red flash of light as he drew on the Intense heat of an entire squadron. The Narrow hallway that lead to the control room was devoid of Any cover and only a narrow entry to it. Blaster bolts flying Animus Opted for his Shi-cho to deflect blaster fire and used a little bit of Soresu to compliment the deflection of blaster bolts step by step by step,
Arriving to the Step of the Door he Threw His Lightsaber in a vertical way decapitating and maiming a few while he grabbed his blaster and got back to cover. Breathing in, thinking of the positioning of his Foes he popped back out using Telekinesis to bring up the very Durasteel of the floor and take blaster shots then throwing the metal at one foe and blasting one Twi'lek in the chest and head, dropping the pistol and taking his lightsaber with the force from the pirate Kaleesh (a particularly big one) made a charge at him.

The Kaleesh Swiped in a way that would have killed Animus, if he had a saber in his hands, which he did not. An Ignition of the Blue Blade in his Heart was all it took and the Kaleesh was slumped to the ground dead. Taking the bloodied com on the main control room he Spoke on ranged com to all Ships.
"Wanderer Two Come in what's your status?"
He smiled liking the blood from his face as he only now realized just how many people he had killed in order to save [member="Ultimatum"] Lord of Mustafar. He better be Worth a PT-7, or else Animus might just take this big ship as a Reward.

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[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum found his way to the Hangar, well almost there. Apparently because the engines had gone fully off there was no power to the mag fields which held atmosphere inside the ship. Fortunately a backup generator had shut the blast doors so that the atmosphere in the rest of the ship wouldn't vent because of the failure. A few of the ships, mostly the Aurek class, Ultimatum was surprised that these things were still around, had been sucked out into space by the venting of the atmosphere in the hangar. They were moving what appeared to be slowly away, but was actually incredibly fast, as began to try and orbit the station, which was the largest mass in the area.

Ultimatum had found a control panel with a manual override for the blast doors, a rarity because of the fact that it was an incredibly dangerous security feature, however it didn't work, obviously it would take a lot of physical power to overwhelm the the magnetic seal found in most blast doors so the manual override must have relied on a electronic winch to pull the two doors apart. Now though, without power, the override handle simply spun and sat there before clicking back into its original place. For a moment Ultimatum stood still, it would have appeared as quite a comedic scene with the droid standing there as if it were not able of comprehending the fact that it didn't work. In actuality he was processing a quick plan to attempt and break the seal, he would also have to reseal it on the other side so as to avoid killing off what remained of the crew, it wasn't their fault that they had been holding him.

He had an idea, he wondered if the seals were as strong as they must have been at one point... it was interrupted by a com buzz. The comm he had stolen was now on an open frequency used by the pirates. He caught a familiar voice, he clicked the comm on and spoke, somewhat tiredly, "Animus? What are you doing here?" A part of his protection programming was a paranoia circuit, something to help keep him slightly uncertain of situations in which he was not in control. That circuit created a momentary thought that it could have been [member="Darth Mythos"] behind all this. He doubted it, but the circuit played its role and now he wasn't completely sure.

 

[Mythos]

"What am i doing here!? Saving your metal ass That's what i'm doing here!" Animus spun around to shoot an Incoming pirate in the chest with his blaster point blank and shot him two more times in the floow for being an uppity bastard. The blasts and fighting could be heard as he unclipped his lightsaber again and went to handle yet another batch of pirates with flawless Juyo Movements. Animus had killed well over 4 dozen people already and the Kill count was growing. One by One they started to fall, limbs sliced and bodies charred with the blue burning blade of Animus.

Dodging slices from Vibro blades and countering with his own he was not just able to hold his own against a Horde of Pirates he was able to Drop them one by one until the command room was littered with corpses. "I don't mind staying here and slicing every single one of these bastards but" he was interrupted again by two more pirates armed in head to toe with Mandalorian Armor of the Old wars.
It was old but it still maintained it's beskar Defenses and made Animus back off and fight them with a bit more precaution. Makashi was his stance as he Slices and Thrusted at their weak spots once and twice before the first fell, under the Helmet and over the ribcage. Another fell without hesitation. "If you could find your way to the Big Ship i think i can get it moving and out of here."

With that he started fiddling with the systems. He had never flown a ship this big and had no clue exactly how to pilot it.... Yet slowly the thing started turning and making metal clanking noises protesting at the moment it had not had for centuries. "Kark Damn, this thing is Old. Lord [member="Ultimatum"], I'm bringing the mega ship about and opening the hangar door, pop in and let's bail" He started fiddling with the controls again and slowly but surely getting the thing to turn and move.

 

[Ultimatum]

"Got it." Ultimatum replied simply as he put the last part of his idea into place. He pulled the trigger on what had been an ion blaster. The electricity that was sent through the weapon was conducted through a number of wires to the control panel. This electrical surge, as small as it might have been, was enough to reach the backup generator which used the small amount of energy to begin working again, of course this was not enough to actually engage the generator, but as Ultimatum began pulling the trigger over and over again the electricity flow was enough to help the generator back on.

The generator made a low hum as it reached a degree of self-sustenance. That was when Ultimatum pulled the handle on the manual override to the blast door. The generator labored for a moment before the screeching of metal locks being undone and metal on metal being pulled apart. This was followed by the sound of atmosphere venting and the sound of another set of blast doors closing in response. The doors behind Ultimatum sealed and in a few seconds he was in a near perfect vacuum. He turned off his audio receptors as there was no need to waste power on them in the silence and it also removed the sound of his metal clanking as it transferred through his body.

The door in front of him opened only a foot before the generator gave out. Once more there was no power, but the magnetic seals were no longer online, making it possible for Ultimatum to finish the task. He chose one of the door sides and pushed against it, fortunately gravity was still working, because the ship was spinning. That was the earliest form of gravity production, making ships spin as they moved. It was an archaic technique, but it worked very well. Now that hadn't been intentional, in fact the reason the spinning had started was because of one of the thrusters giving out only a bit before the main power generators stopped. The blast door resisted for a moment but a moment later it gave completely. Ultimatum felt it ease away and he moved it another three feet before he stopped and moved into the hangar area. It was a wonderful sight. Without the magcon field in the way, one could see out into space moving slowly by. Better yet was the lack of organics, but then he had to focus. He looked around the hangar for a ship he could use. There were still a few ships in here, but the one that seemed best intact was the PT-7 on the right of the hangar. It had been kept in its fighter net and the loss of atmosphere had only succeeded in shaking it around and dinging one of the wings.

In a minute Ultimatum was in the pilot seat looking over the controls. It a basic set up, but then again pilot controls are hardly universal, a fact that most holo-fictions writers seem to overlook. He was able to turn the power on, but with the net wrapped around the vessel he would need a way of maneuvering. Or firing, he learned a moment later when he clicked a button that activated the weaponry systems and his other hand unconsciously accidentally hit the fire switch. Scarlet lasers burned through the metal protective net and the ship began to fall as the netting gave under the weight. Ultimatum hit the repuslorlift just in time to save the fighter from crashing into the ground and further damaging this decrepit ship. He pushed the thrusters forward, slowly moving the ship towards the exit of the hangar.

He turned off the repulsors just as he left so that he would float gently out. He tried to activate the ship's scanners, but either the equipment was broken of the controls were not what he expected. Either way he flipped on the comm and sent an electronic message into it, knowing what he was saying even without hearing it, the comm would automatically transform the electric signals into understandable basic, "On my way. See if the Hyperdrive is still working or that is going to be a long trip." He took a moment to clip the comm into a conversion attachment in his body, a reply would be sent through his electronic systems and his mind would construct them into words without having to hear a thing. That way he wouldn't have to worry about the audio receptors, which wouldn't work anyways as the ship's cockpit was still a vacuum from the hangar, Ultimatum hadn't fount the life support controls and had thus left them be. He was a droid, they didn't need air or warmth to run. In fact heat was one of the largest enemies of droids, as overheating is a serious problem, which made it all the more ironic that Ultimatum had chosen Mustafar as his base. Currently he found the temperature, which was far below zero Centigrade, refreshing and helpful to his processing unit.

A look around and he was able to identify the largest ship in the area... A Hammerhead-class Cruiser!? How was that possible? Those hadn't been in use since the Old Republic days. To tell the truth the PT-7 hadn't been used in that time either. Ultimatum looked over his shoulder and noted that the vessel behind him was a Wanderer-class transport. What were all these ships doing here? As he made the PT-7 work its way towards the Hammerhead he thought on that problem. Was this some sort of time travel event that had occurred? There had been rumors of such happening on occasion. Had the pirates taken them from some older military force that had lost them awhile ago? Had the ships been lost for millennia before being found again? He couldn't answer those questions, but it made him think about the possibilities.

Two minutes later the PT moved slowly into the hangar, Ultimatum noted that there was a lot of carnage in here. He smiled, "I guess you were in here at one point? I am aboard." He landed the ship gently, it was an antique after all, and he popped the cockpit's lid. A gust of wind held him in place as atmosphere quickly filled the vacuum. If he had been an organic the pressure increase might have been excruciating, if not lethal. But as a droid his hardened metallic body could handle pressures very dangerous for organics, but he was glad anyways that the hangar had oxygen. It at least meant that the ship was in working order.

He jumped out of the ship and looked around. It really was a massacre in here, body parts and charred remains everywhere. It was disgusting to Ultimatum, who preferred things neat and proper.

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[Mythos]

While [member="Ultimatum"] made his way to the Hammerhead Animus was already checking up and moving the thing about trying to turn it back around but... there was just one problem. Animus had never seen this style of machine before and was not sure how this worked, he was a lover of Fighters and Interceptors, at most a Corvettes but Cruisers and Frigates? He had never even stepped foot in one of those yet, not to mention one this Dated. Still he managed to slowly identify the main control panel which did not initiate More than a few beacons... This Pirate did not use this Thing to move much apparently, Evidently! The Investment it would need to repair most of what was not blaster by some Conflict or Damaged by Age of Neglect would take a considerable amount of credits.
"I'm surprised this thing even has a Hyperdrive, i don't think it's working but At least everything is fine."
Animus said to Ultimatum once he arrived, his Voice filled with relief to see him in one Piece as he saw he came with a PT-7. "How do you like my Redecorating? " Animus said laughing as he got back to working immediately on the control panels.
"Maybe we could get some Long Range Coms over and get us a pick up?" He pointed at the Intercom unit that was in the entrance chamber. With Any luck they could send out a distress beacon and call someone to help... or Call some bounty hunters considering they were in the outer rim...
"Or we could try Overloading the Hyperdrive with the Mustafar coordinates which i will have you know is not that far!" He pointed in the general direction exasperatedly. "Us two getting to do that one will have to man the station and Pilot the Ship and the Other would have to manually overload the hyperdrive with an insane portable energy source.... somehow" Animus pointed to the sky sarcastically. He was often goofy and strange in battle situations, he was partially insane.​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum noted that Animus was more than a little delirious, he assumed it was the adrenaline leaving his system. It was a very interesting reaction that he had seen only on a few other organics. He calculated the likelihood of a power source of sufficient magnitude being in the area. It was infinitesimal in its probability. That didn't mean that there wasn't one, possibly the station had a downed generator that could be repaired and they could use it to overpower the hyperspace generator. At the same time it was difficult to tell if the station's power suppliers hadn't been damaged.

"Could you call someone? Another Sith? Or perhaps some bounty hunters?" He was already looking at the controls of the ship, he was familiar with larger ship controls due to his time with his original master who had been working on larger ships at the time of Ultimatum's creation. Of course as with the PT-7 there were a few dissimilar control configurations, but over all he had a basic understanding. The physics of moving a ship was even easier for him, mathematics was an area of expertise due to his need for strategic evaluation of targets, especially in the case that he were to lead an army, as his master had originally intended.

He was somewhat upset with the condition of the ship, but then the fact that it still worked was miracle enough for the situation. The power generators were online, though not even at three quarters of their potential output. The weaponry systems were offline. That was not good considering the fact that they were in open space in the Outer Rim, it would not be too uncommon for a pirate to come along. Firstly though, there was the concern of organic sustenance. Of course there would have to be food aboard, perhaps they could find the galley, or Ultimatum could and bring something back. He didn't say anything as he looked around the room some more.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"If he can get The Long Range Communicators we could Call Viceroy [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] for a Pick up..." He did not want to do that, bothering the Viceroy for a hotshot pursuit and rescue mission? Terribly embarrassing. There was Good old [member="Cadan Tazi"] he could also send a signal to but even If the Spice King could and would send him a rescue mission he did not know if he could get this ship's Hyperdrive working... he did indeed want to take the ship. "Sith don't Do, Rescue Missions.... can this work as power source?" Animus said Blasting a massive Arc of Force lightning at the Door and charring the flesh of dead pirates in the floor.
He shrugged laughing setting himself back on a railing lighting a death stick as if this was not a life threatening situation. "This thing Has a Hyperdrive, Class Two as it is indicated on the control Panel... We just have to get it working. I may have an Ally that can bring such a strike force of Hyperdrive Fixers but for that we will need Coms that will reach all the way to Karking Tatooine if not farther" To be Honest he had no idea where Cadan Tazi would be of if he could get a hold of him.
"Your Call. What's the Move" Animus squared his stance ready for the Order.

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

There was an idea. Force created lightening might do the trick. The question was whether it would produce enough power for their purposes, a crusier's hyperspace generator was naturally incredibly needy in regards to power. He wondered if Animus could even produce that much without killing himself. It was a possibility and a Ultimatum decided to run with it. He allowed that thought to permeate for a moment until he spoke, "How much lightening do you think you could make?"

He noted somewhat disappointingly that Animus lit a deathstick. So, on top of being Sith, he had something of a problem with controlling adrenaline, an issue with ego, and uses deathsticks. He wondered why organics allowed themselves to fall to such things as a stick of manufactured poisons that required a person to willingly light it. That wasn't a bit concern at the moment, so long as he didn't die while using his lightening. That brought him back to his necessary calculations, his mind was working over the numbers so as to see how much lightening it would require at least to get the hyperspace engine started.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"right now ? Enough. I assure you" Anims had no idea but the thought of it did not worry him, he was undaunted by the challenge and if the Lightning could do the trick he would blast the things with everything he had unstill that Hyperdrive got moving. "Point me where you need me to blast and let's get on with it.

Sooner than most Animus was prepped and ready for his assignment and sitting down plucking the deathstick from his mouth and meditating, he meditated, he calmed his mind and cleared his workforce. He would need all his mental facilities so SIth Lightning could work at full blast. This was a training, and experience in Sith Lightning he would do well to execute, if his power could get the Hyperdrive moving it meant that his Sith Lightning had enough pep to put down anything, hell. This was a defining moment. "Allright" He stood from his meditation. "Tell me where to blast."
[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum brought up the ship schematics, with the appropriate overlays of ship condition and safe areas. The ship was relatively in good order, a surprise with its age, of course again the fact that it was here at all was amazing enough. He knew that the Hyperdrive, or at least the generator, would be housed in the same room as the main generators, for ease of access and maintenance. That meant that it was likely to find the conduits and connections that would be a good area to input power, such as Force lightening. Even with Animus' assurance, Ultimatum was not confident that he would be able to easily produce enough power. He loaded the location, quickest route, and a basic image of the conduit looked for to a comm before handing it over to [member="Darth Mythos"].

"You're going to want to get to the engine room, there shouldn't be anyone there except a maintenance crew, possibly. I don't think they had any planned so I think it should be empty. Be careful though, with a ship of this age, the internal systems may be wrong and that engine room could be a vacuum for all we know." Ultimatum tried to sound casual at this, it wasn't that he feared the danger, there was no evidence to point towards it so he chose to ignore it until more evidence could be found. There could be many dangers, there could be no dangers, or there could be anything in between. It was nearly impossible to tell with the equipment he had before him. "I'll stay here and try to shift some power from the main generators to the hyperdrive to keep them running once you get them started." The process was remarkably similar to a simple jumpstart of a gravsled or something akin to that, but due to the sheer size the task was more daunting and slightly more complex.

 

[Mythos]

Animus Nodded as he dashed on his way with Ultimatum in his Coms readying and steeling himself what was to some. He jumped from point to point until he reached the main hallways and read the schematics as so he would not get Lost. The Ship was massive, bigger than Anything Animus was used to and the Old design had him all sorts of Confused and Confounded. After much trial and error reading the old and rutted up schematics he could not begin to understand he finally arrived at the Hyperive station. When he got there he realized, there was a maintenance crew and they had hunkered down but few in number and they looked in the Bones of starvation.
"Help.... Food...." One Twi'lek Crawled at animus. "Weeks..."
He stepped into the Hyperdrive as he pulled out some rations from his pack that the small pack of actions that they weakly devoured "Ultimatum we have survivors, Maintenance crew, they haven't eaten in what looks like a month, they must have been starved on purpose and shoved in here forced to work till death.."

He turned his attention to the Twi'lek and gave him water, "Listen to me, We are going to help you, but in order for us to get you food and the medical attention you need. We need this Hyperdrive working." The Twi'lek Shook his head. "It... never worked..." Animus sighed, he guessed as much. "Hang in there, we will save you do you understand?"
"Thank... you..."

Animus now put his hands on the Metal surface of the Hyperdrive array and Focused on the Anger he felt of these men and women Twi'leks being Starved to death... Death should come with Dignity and grace.. Not like this. He Blasted the Lightning through the Electrical system with every fiber of his being but he realized that in doing this The Hyperdrive began to do a repulsive feedback that was scorching Animus body as much as he was Blasting the Array. It began to function but Animus was roaring in pain and using the Pain to fuel his Lightning blast, the surge of Darkside energy flowing through him like a spiraling tornado of fury and a maelstrom of Electricity flowed in and out of his being tearing his cloak and bashing his Sith Assassin Armor which was the only layer of the defense had against the Assault.

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[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum watched quietly for a few minutes. Nothing happened, except one system or another sent in a signal or acted up. When at last he got a call from Animus he listened and began pulling up the ship's manifest. There was plenty of food and medical supplies, the captain had been quite a hoarder for such. That was a good thing, considering the circumstances. Of course there was another job to get done. A moment later he noted that the controls for the Hyperdrive were watching a sudden power surge through the conduits. The power at first was incredibly small, it started building but it was simply too low to 'jump-start' the generator. He was however capable of shifting more power from the main power generators to the Hyperdrive and assist in the start. Once the Hyperdrive had enough power he tried to run it. The systems came up with a diagnostic showing that it was ready.

Ultimatum smiled, he spoke over the comm, "Animus, good job. You did it." He noticed a moment later that the comm wasn't connecting. Apparently the electrical surge that had burned Animus and his clothes had destroyed the comm unit on him as well. He was concerned about that and he immediately shut down the conduit, closing the ability of it to conduct any electricity, possibly saving [member="Darth Mythos"] from damaging himself any further. He spoke over the intercom across the ship, "Animus? Animus if you read me we got the Hyperdrive up and running. Are you alright?"

 

[Mythos]

Animus was slumped and thrown aback into a corner of the room steaming as if he had been fried and he had. It took every single cell of energy he had to blast the thing to move and he was fading to black. The scars over his body entailed the lightning storm that he had unleashed but they were nothing serious, perhaps it Ultimatum had not shut it down he would have been dead. He heard the distant voice over coms as he lay there, he did not have the strength to speak over com even if they were not fried.

The electrical blast had made the Hyperdrive work but the cost was severe and taxing to Mythos, from now on his Sith Lighting would be much more powerful and he had a deeper understanding of it but the direct discharge of the Metal Hyperdrive blasted Mythos so hard he was now drifting into unconscious. He would need some medical attention after the Ship had reached Mustafar.
(MYTHOS IS K.O.)​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was a bit worried, but he decided that if anything was wrong it would need to be in a more secure location and Mustafar had a medical team. He put in the location of Mustafar and checked the Nav computer's chosen path. It was probably the most up to date thing on the ship, but it was still a number of years old. He made some minor adjustments to cut a number of hours off the trip. He activated the Hyperdrive, which for what seemed the longest of time idled and failed to work, but it turned on and in a moment the ship was surrounded by blue streaks of Hyperspace.

This part was automated, or should be, Ultimatum guessed that since they had kept the Nav computer up to date that they had also kept the automatic systems as good as possible. Either way he needed to check on Animus, as much as Ultimatum may have disliked Sith he was not going to allow this organic to die after the rescue he attempted to save the droid. His path to the Engine room was much quicker, moving as quickly as he could force his body and certain of his memorized route. He was there in about three minutes.

Once in the room he noted the small team of Hyperdrive mechanics, they did seem to have been starved, however his concern was with what almost appeared to be a burned corpse slumped against a corner wall. Ultimatum bio scanners told him that it was Animus and Ultimatum realized that this was a true emergency. He ran from the room to the medical station, which was fully stocked thanks to the captain. His mind ran through the equipment he would need: Injectors, Bacta, Anti-Bacterials, and as many medkits as possible. He found most of what he wanted, but instead of Bacta he noted that it was millennia old Kolto Injectors. He wondered at the safety of using it, but decided that old Kolto was better than nothing at all.

A minute later he was back in front of Animus. He pulled out one of the Injectors and as gently as he could, put the point of it into Animus's vein along the neck. This would facilitate the Kolto spreading throughout the body quickly while healing it. He then began pulling some of the Anti-Bacterials to put on the burned flash before he put the Spray-Bandages from the medkits onto the skin. He decided that it was a good thing that the organic was unconscious, otherwise this would have been an agonizing situation. He used some stimulants to keep the heart rate up and to try and reawaken Animus to see if he was that much alive. It would give Ultimatum an idea of his condition, brain damage would only be apparent through the acting of the Sith awake.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum waited a long moment. Nothing. That was concerning, but there was little he could do. He couldn't just keep putting stimulants into the body, that was even more dangerous. So he spent another minute administering some pieces from the medkit before turning his attention to the crew. They were still in their places, too weary to move. He counted their number, almost half a dozen. Hardly a good maintenance crew, but Ultimatum bet that these were what remained of the people who were probably mechanics of good report.

He began a calculation as he moved to the galley. He need to know how much food each would probably need, based on six starved full-grown males. They weren't all males, but species differences further changed how much they would need, further he would prefer to have too much from one run than have too little. When he reached the galley he found that most of the foods were very rich, Alderaanian Nerf Steaks and Correllian wine from years ago, just to name two. He had learned that they would probably need band food, but with substance, so that ruled out ration bars. He found some of the crew meals, they were perfect. Evidently the crew was treated quite badly by their captain, not a surprise with this being a pirate vessel and what not. He grabbed enough to probably feed a large family and made his way quickly back to the engine room. He passed out the food saying, "Here, eat this. We're going to a planet where I will take care of you. You're safe now."

He stood and turned his attention to Animus, he would need to be taken to the medical facility on the ship, at least until they got him to a proper medical team on Mustafar. He ran his way to the medical room again, this time looking for a hover stretcher to carry Malgus. He found a slightly worn one and grabbed it. He ran back to the engine room and set it on the ground. He set it next the charred body, it reminded him of some images of burned corpses. He knew though that this person was still alive, and intended on keeping it that way.

"Sorry!" He exclaimed as he roughly moved Animus' body onto the stretcher. He would have preferred to have been more gentle, but having only one person to work the body onto the stretcher made it more difficult. He had thought of asking for help, but the crew were all asleep after having eaten their fill. Ultimatum had been surprised to see that the food was all gone, but he brought his attention back to Animus. He turned the stretcher's repulsor coils on and moved the stretcher as quickly as it would allow, not quick enough for Ultimatum. It was a good ten minutes before he finally reached the medical room. He looked for a working kolto tank and moved around it. It took another minute before he figured out how to get it working. He noted that the tank filled with Bacta instead of kolto, probably an adjustment made by the captain at some point. He couldn't find a medical droid so he again worked Animus' body off the stretcher and lifted him into the tank. At the last moment he remembered to put the air mask over Animus' mouth and closed the top of the tank. He turned on the vitals machine, which showed that there was a lot of damage, but nothing permanent, except perhaps scars along the hands, though that was not very likely to happen. Everything else seemed good.

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It was another five hours until at last the incessant sound of the Hyperdrive engine ceased. They had reached Mustafar! Mostly alive, Utimatum thought to himself. He had been in mental calculation for those five hours on the bridge. He was trying to decide how much the repairs of this vessel would cost and it was not looking pretty. He decided that he could keep the ship anyways, it was simply an amazing piece of work that it had survived so long was proof of that.

He ordered a medical crew to come aboard first and they were quick to collect the recovering crew. They were slower to move Animus, taking their time to not further damage the person. They were somewhat annoyed that Ultimatum had taken it upon himself to move the person, it hadn't helped the healing process, but they did appreciate the bacta treatment. It made their job a much shorter one, probably take only a day they said.

The ship was put into Foresight, beginning repairs almost immediately.

Fin​