Turbolift - First Level

"Very well." Ropor said. "Saber this is Master Ropor. With all haste, dock on the Hightail Hunter's underbelly and prepare to extract the crew."

"Okay." said a monotonous, scared voice on the other end. Ropor gave a confused shrug but nonetheless stepped on board the turbolift.

Though Mynock currently held control over the turbolifts, the buttons within the turbolift were able to override the droid and send Ropor, Calwell, and Incarn down to the first level where all the merchant stalls had been. Now, the area was deserted and empty, an ominous site of vast openness. The only person there was a pirate who looked to be scavenging around the area for anything the merchants might have left behind.

"Oy! Who are you then?" the Rodian pirate asked Incarn and company curiously, not drawing his blaster but looking strangely at the prone form of Calwell draped over Incarn.

Tenth Level

Just to clarify, the Cereans carried electrostaffs, not force pike. But they pretty much function the same way so it's all good.

With Laski currently advancing towards Blacklekku from behind, the wily pirate captain was forced to turn his back on the advancing pirates to adopt a defensive pose against the electrostaff-wielding woman, leaving him open to get roasted by RT's flamethrower. As he was engulfed by flames, he began swinging wildly in an unpredictable arc, threatening to lop off Laski's head if she hadn't brought the electrostaff up to intercept the blow. Arika charged forward to the turbolift and Blacklekku managed to singe her arm as she charged, though she stabbed him in the head so she ended coming out slightly better in the long run. At long last, Blacklekku fell dead, the flames starting to die down.

As he fell, the two lightsabers rolled out of his hands and he let out one last Hutteese swear word before joining his ancestors.

The turbolift was now clear and ready to be used. However, the two Jedi who had accompanied the Zabrak Knight to hold off the Legion of the Force had fallen and now only the Zabrak was left.

"GO!" he shouted, sending a powerful Force Push that held off his opponents for a second but left him completely drained. He waved his companions to the lift one more time and closed his eyes to ready himself for death.

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Tenth Level

"Your sacrifice will never be deleted from my memory banks," RT said to the Zabrak.

Then he bent over to start looting a few lightsabers before running away.

Incarn tilted his head at the empty hall, "I seem to have taken us to where they were, rather than where they are."

He ignored the remaining pirate's question, asking one of his own, "Everyone in here was called to assemble for some sort of meeting. On which deck?"

edited 12th Nov '16 10:38:06 PM by StygianEmperor

Flesh is a design flaw.

For almost the first time in the battle Laski noticed the scarcity of active lightsabers. Empty space, how many Jedi lost in one crashing battle?

There was no time for rage or for mourning; she squelched down her emotions, her eyes cold, and focused. She dropped the vibrolance, drew her pistol and motioned for Mynock to help support her aim; holographic lights blossomed in front of the pistol, projecting trajectories, aiming points, targets. She might not have been the galaxy's best pistoleer, but she did have help, and cold concentrated anger.

When the Zabrak's Force push knocked back the two opponents Laski squeezed off four shots: two per target, squarely aimed center-mass, the shots blazing past the Zabrak's left and right.

"Get back here, ya damned fool," she grated. "All those goddam sermons about Jedi service an' whatnot an' they go an' turn martyr the first frackin' opportunity..."

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