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72 hours ago... Roth sprinted down the hallway, boots echoing against the cold durasteel hallways. He needed to make contact with the Alliance so they would know about this. If they didn't, this was all over. Other footsteps clattered against the walls. Laminate armor. Stormtroopers. Roth skidded down a hallway, grimacing and stumbling as his broken arm moved in its improvised cast. Pain seared through his body and he half-collapsed, but pushed himself forward. He was in living quarters now. Barracks. He slid into one, stumbling as he ducked through the door to the computer terminal.
He hit the access button and pulled out his last remaining tool. The screwdriver. He hit the button, running through the controls until he got to the display screen. He pulled up the communications, putting up a long distance public communication channel. That was about all he could manage at this point. No time for encryption. No military channels. Already, he could hear shouted orders through the corridor.
It was a brief message.
All Alliance and allied governments, Sith have constructed a superweapon. Trace these coordinates. Shot down on recon and captured. Need assistance- Captain Roth Tillian.
The door slid open and two stormtroopers stepped in. One raised the rifle and fired. The blaster bolt slammed into Roth's back, much of it dissipating against the fibers in flight-suit. He collapsed to the ground, body a ball of fire.PRESENT DAY
Roth groaned as he sat up. His entire body hurt and he couldn't move his arm. He was back in his cell now. A small gray durasteel room with a small bench for a bed and toilet. He slumped down against the bed. Why were klaxons blaring in his head? He shook it slightly, freezing as nausea coiled through his stomach. Those weren't in his head. Those were in this base. Something was going on. Roth tilted his head, trying to listen. Distantly, muffled by meters of durasteel and duracrete, he could hear explosions and heavy blaster fire. Then something louder and stronger. He had seen the superweapon, this Omega when they had dragged him after shooting him down Operation Dark Shadows, where he'd been shot down. Had that been it? Had his message been to late? Or was something else going on? No, it sounded like a full scale war up there.
Which was great. It meant he had a chance to get rescued. But that brought a frown to his face. Or potentially to be executed. He forced himself to his feet, bracing himself against the wall as he puked. Once that was finished, he staggered to the doorway, pressing himself against the wall. If guards came for him, he would be ready. But he needed to move now, even before they arrived.
He was a pilot above all. The best in the galaxy, even. And without his ship, he was nothing. Or, rather, almost. He was still a Jensaarai Defender, a full Jedi Knight. And no Jedi Knight was defenseless, even with a shattered arm and blaster burn scorching up his spine.
He closed his eyes, taking deep, shaky breaths. The Force flowed into his mind, touching every part of his body and mind. The nausea withdrew and the pain leveled out to a sharp ache. He reached out, finding the door controls. Roth had always been good with working with machines through the Force, extending his mind to the entire machine. Starfighters, especially. But it worked the same for this door.
He stepped into the door, feeling it become part of his arms, parts of his mind. It was electronically locked. A frown flicked across his face. This was far more complicated than flying a starfighter. But in principle, it should still be the same. He tried to just lift the door. No luck. Then he focused on the lock, concentrating on the metal. Through the Force, he began to squeeze on the circuitry, until it exploded in a shower of sparks. Then he reached out with the Force and wrenched the door open.
It squealed, but slid open about an arm's length. That was all he needed. Roth stepped out of the door, squeezing himself through, despite the firestorm of pain through his body. Now to get to safety....