Private Your Padawan is in another System!

[Lady Kyoteru Seraphine]

Yuri Maji

Lady Kyoteru Seraphine rose from her seat with a feline grace, the fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders sweeping the polished floor as she moved toward the unconscious Braze. Her emerald eyes gleaming with a predatory focus. The guards around her stiffened as the Lady descended her throne.

For a moment, she simply stared down at the youth's motionless form as her lips curled into a faint smile. The boy was smaller than she had remembered. He was fragile even for what she had recalled. Yet even in his unconscious state she could sense the raw power of the force that practically radiated off his form.

She crouched carefully and reached out a hand to brush a lock of hair away from his face. "So much promise," she murmured, her voice a silky purr just above a whisper. "And yet… so much wasted in their care."

Her tone was tinged with parental displeasure, despite the fact that her intention was far from nurturing. She trailed her fingers to his chin, turning his face to examine him more attentively. There was no denying it: this was her blood, her inheritance.

"You'll understand one day," she said quietly, as if she were speaking to a kid who couldn't quite grasp the scope of her ideas.

Lady Kyoteru rose to her full height and gestured to her guards. "Take him into the chamber. Make sure he's comfortable—within reason." Her eyes stayed on Braze for a few minutes before she strode away, her cool and commanding voice carrying back into the room. "Inform me as soon as he wakes up. The boy and I have a lot to talk about."

Lady Kyoteru Seraphine stared silently as the guards reluctantly carried Braze's limp form away. Her emerald gaze followed every step until the doors closed, trapping him in the fortress's depths. She stood motionless for a while, her lips twisting into a faint, contented smile.

Kyoteru's calm slipped when she had entered her private quarters. Her nails dug into the edge of her desk as ideas of power and control filled her. Braze was the foundation, the inheritance she had been waiting so long to regain. The Order's hold on him could—would—be released. Her gaze rested on a holo-image of a younger Braze briefly.

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The Basilisk battle droid's loud cry shattered the compound's silence, unleashing a barrage of particle bolts. Automated turrets sprang to life and fired back, with their bullets bouncing harmlessly off the plate armor.

The perimeter collapsed under its onslaught. As the droid's weapons shattered barriers, walls fell, alarms blared, and guards scattered.

Locked on Braze's chamber, the Basilisk take note of reinforced doors.

 

[Yuri Maji]

As to be expected, these gangsters weren't prepared for an onslaught of this magnitude. Entire armies struggled against the sheer ferocity of the famed Mandalorian beasts and it showed in their element of surprise. The compound was reduced to ruins in a matter of moments. Yuri kept firing at anyone that might have been missed by Baby until they finally had a lock on Braze's location.

A heavily armoured door. Simple missiles wouldn't suffice for this, it looked more like an emergency bunker than just another room. The head harpy looked like the type to be that paranoid. Regardless, they had to get through it in order to get to Braze. Baby touched down, his claws clamped into the floor, and all of his systems rerouted to his rotary cannon as it started to spin faster and faster. Finally a powerful beam emitted from the rotary cannon. Originally designed to melt through ship armour, Yuri had little doubt that Baby wouldn't be able to scrap the door in moments.

In those moments, however, Baby was incredibly vulnerable. No shields, no active protection, just hardened Impervium and Beskar to protect him as he drilled away at the door. Yuri took up a defensive position to either kill or scare off any survivors hoping to get an easy shot off. Baby, on the other hand, had to make sure that he didn't over penetrate and annihilate whatever was behind the door. Time was of the essence and they both knew they had to move. When the door was finally cut away and slammed aside, Yuri blasted in while Baby reclaimed his hovering position in front of the entrance.

He was now alone, at least for the moment. He needed to get Braze and get out. Kid was going to owe him big time for this stunt.

The Shistavanen held both pistols at the ready, flicking through his vision modes to check for any traps or surprises as he carefully made his way toward his target. "Come on, Braze, wake up. I ain't carryin' you outta here as well." He muttered to himself. The kid looked resourceful, any attempt at escape would make Yuri's life easier.

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Yuri Maji

Braze had started to come to when he suddenly drew a deep, heavy breath, practically leaping back to life.

He blinked hard, clearing the fog from his mind as Yuri's gruff muttering reached his ears. The pounding in his head almost drowned out the Shistavanen's words, but the intent was clear: Get up. Move. No time for debate.

"Well, nice to see the cavalry," Braze croaked, his voice hoarse but still carrying that edge of dry humor. He pushed himself upright, testing his limbs for weakness. The room swayed slightly, but he steadied himself against the wall, jade green eyes locking onto the scene outside the shredded doorframe. "Guess I should thank you for busting me out, huh? But let's not make this a regular thing—don't want you thinking I'm easy to babysit."

He moved without hesitation, the Force snapping through him as he zipped away in a blur. His speed was almost impossible to track, darting off walls and obstacles with a fluidity that bordered on reckless.