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“Captives?” Thonn looked to Siv at the comment, blinking twice beneath his helmet in astonishment. This is the first time he heard of it, which does not really imply that this was the first time he was told. Not that he was a careless or disobedient sort – he was however the type that would get so engrossed in battle that awareness often became casualty. The focus required of both his jetpack and rotary cannon left little for the comms; and he frantically gave such messages a mental review. Jhira had warned against the use of heavy weapons for some reason; that much remained fresh in memory. It was why he had chosen to make his own entry point towards the rear; if he couldn’t use his rotary cannon there, he wasn’t sure what he could do.
“Good priority.” He replied. Inwardly, he grumbled; what was one a simple operation had become one of challenging nuance. These sort of problems, the kind that involved protection during the midst of combat, never came easy for him. They required delicate action, and Thonn had all the subtlety of a thrown brick through a window.
Kale was busy in another part of the hanger and had problems of his own. He had eyes on the enemy, but their position could not be overrun without a viable distraction. If Kale needed a distraction, Thonn could play the part; but before he could locate the target his surroundings were plunged into darkness, save for the glow of a lightsaber.
Jhira had announced one had been around, and this must be exactly what she was talking about. It was another problem that could not be solved simply with a torrent of blaster fire, and another complexity introduced to the battle. No one had mentioned Sith would be involved. Not that he had anyway of knowing that Zlova Rue was the wielder; he simply doubted the Jedi would act in the defence of pirates. The notion that this force user might possibly be on their side was not lost upon him; it just wasn’t liked. Even as an ally, having a Sith around would be cause to keep on his toes. You simply couldn’t trust them; especially not to leave hostages unharmed. A proud and zealous Mandalorian, the release of slaves was a scruple among few he deeply revered. He didn’t know what scruples Sith held. He didn’t want to know.
Of course, it could be a Jedi, and the idea of having to fight shoulder to shoulder with one filled him with disgust. Cheaper, plentiful food would taste awful and foul, if he knew a Jedi had even the smallest part in providing it.
His hud soon adjusted to the sudden absence of light, but by the time he had his bearings Jhira had acted. Better that she did; given the situational change, his burst-only cannon would be a liability to use. He couldn’t shoot at the pirates without also shooting allies or hostages. Sensing the situation was too delicate, Thonn ultimately decided to keep his finger off the trigger and pushed forward through the darkness to a better position. Hesitant to put the lives of hostages at risk, and with the plan’s execution underway, Thonn would be ready to intervene should things turn from bad to worse. If not, he’d open fire once he could do so from an arc that would risk no innocent lives; or such was the plan.
“Good priority.” He replied. Inwardly, he grumbled; what was one a simple operation had become one of challenging nuance. These sort of problems, the kind that involved protection during the midst of combat, never came easy for him. They required delicate action, and Thonn had all the subtlety of a thrown brick through a window.
Kale was busy in another part of the hanger and had problems of his own. He had eyes on the enemy, but their position could not be overrun without a viable distraction. If Kale needed a distraction, Thonn could play the part; but before he could locate the target his surroundings were plunged into darkness, save for the glow of a lightsaber.
Jhira had announced one had been around, and this must be exactly what she was talking about. It was another problem that could not be solved simply with a torrent of blaster fire, and another complexity introduced to the battle. No one had mentioned Sith would be involved. Not that he had anyway of knowing that Zlova Rue was the wielder; he simply doubted the Jedi would act in the defence of pirates. The notion that this force user might possibly be on their side was not lost upon him; it just wasn’t liked. Even as an ally, having a Sith around would be cause to keep on his toes. You simply couldn’t trust them; especially not to leave hostages unharmed. A proud and zealous Mandalorian, the release of slaves was a scruple among few he deeply revered. He didn’t know what scruples Sith held. He didn’t want to know.
Of course, it could be a Jedi, and the idea of having to fight shoulder to shoulder with one filled him with disgust. Cheaper, plentiful food would taste awful and foul, if he knew a Jedi had even the smallest part in providing it.
His hud soon adjusted to the sudden absence of light, but by the time he had his bearings Jhira had acted. Better that she did; given the situational change, his burst-only cannon would be a liability to use. He couldn’t shoot at the pirates without also shooting allies or hostages. Sensing the situation was too delicate, Thonn ultimately decided to keep his finger off the trigger and pushed forward through the darkness to a better position. Hesitant to put the lives of hostages at risk, and with the plan’s execution underway, Thonn would be ready to intervene should things turn from bad to worse. If not, he’d open fire once he could do so from an arc that would risk no innocent lives; or such was the plan.
