A huge sigh of relief blew from Yuri's maw the moment those lovely words reached his ears. The semantics of the attack didn't even matter to him, he had no problem fighting an entire orbital ring off with nothing but a Basilisk. As long as he didn't have to touch a body of water bigger and deeper than a swimming pool, he was happy as can be.
"Thank Manda..." He muttered to himself, stepping aside for Jonyna to go and get her crew rounded up. How were they going to steal an entire production facility's worth of equipment? Would they be able to section off a segment and drag it along?
"I'll hang around here, you do your thing." He set the rifle down on a nearby crate and sat down beside it. Dangerous thoughts began to creep up in the ambitious mutt's head. What were the chances of stealing an entire segment? Or even half of the yard?
The more equipment they could get from the Imperials, the more work he could get done. Normally he would dismiss their quality, but an orbital yard like this worked with very tight tolerance and relatively high quality. The Imperials wanted their stuff to be cheap, but that didn't mean that their stuff were badly made.
Perhaps they could even fix up the Ironworks' orbital shipyard.
Practically salivating at the mouth over all the possibilities, Yuri instead chose to distract himself by going over some more of the armoury. Never in his life did he feel so close to finally getting somewhere in his life. The schuttas on Kestri could fly into a star for all he cared. They drove his family away, either spoke to him as if he were still a child in his mother's shadow, or some stain on their people's legacy. Once more he found himself drawn towards a kinship with
Jedi, and a chance to make a difference for the better in the galaxy.
His thoughts were interrupted by the nook Jonyna scrounged for her equipment. Curiosity got the better of him and he quickly found himself rummaging through her gear. A strange item quickly caught his attention, a slender hilt with no blade. He knew exactly what it was.
Careful hands lifted the hilt and gripped it with respect. Yuri studied the weapon before tapping the main switch, extending a bright blade forth with its typical 'snap-hiss' to bathe the armoury in its revered glow. It had been decades since he last handled such a weapon. He always wished that his auntie or cousin could teach him on how to use them, but that opportunity never came. He gripped it with both hands, giving a few strikes through the air to get a feel for its weight. Completely alien when compared to a Beskad. Getting more used to it, Yuri adjusted his stance and instead tried to handle it like he would his Beskad, but it didn't translate too well. He instead switched back and moved with a fluidity he had seen from other Jedi, suddenly its use began to make more sense.
He spent the next few minutes swinging and slashing through the air, until the biggest challenge of the lightsaber made itself known, and the spatial awareness left him. The plasma blade effortlessly glided through a nearby weapons rack, as well as everything stacked along it.
"Oh, kriff..." He shifted the weapon away to grab the falling parts, only to cleave through another rack beside him. The Hound immediately extinguished the blade and tossed it back where it belonged, before grabbing his weapons and hurrying out of the armoury.
Jonyna Si
