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Returns PBF - In Character
Journey:
"Now's not the time to talk. And you, stay in front, no monkey business. I'll tell you which way to turn when the time comes. Let's go."
As Fathima directed the group along the route to the shuttle hanger bay, she wondered to herself why she was even bringing this man along. His presence would not aid her survival, and perhaps would even hinder it. But perhaps it was an aftereffect of the kill she just performed. And he had such a pretty face...
Gargulec:
As CX and 'his' Jedi walked down the empty corridors of Cellblock B, the ship was literally falling apart, because of continuous barrage. Only light came for weak, emergency lamps, which only succeeded in covering the interior with red haze. 'Canceron' was dying, and it was not long until it would have to surrender... or explode.
As they closed to the hangar turbolift, explosions suddenly stopped being heard. Ship was being boarded, it was only possible explanation. It was, however, smallest of their concerns.
Four man stood next to the turbolift entrance. All but one were clad in black Imperial infantry, and armed with blaster rifles. And the one that stood apart was all too familiar- Alistair Thorne.
Fortunately, they have not spotted twi'lek nor CX yet, as they managed hid around the corner. As CX glanced towards his prisoner, he noticed how she was trembling. Dread? Mere memories of what this man did to her?
Simultaneously...
The pilot was the most talkative of your rag tag group, even though all she said was 'My name is Skye Ortis and...' Before she could finish, Vince made one step too much, entering the new corridor.
Facing a few blaster rifles aimed at him was not pleasant. Nor was to hear the short order issued a second after he appeared.
'Junk. Kill him.
Luckily, when the rifles were fired, Vince managed to jump back around the corner, to safety.
--- Code: ---#############
#.....CJ......
#*.*##########
#...#
#31.#
#*.4T
#..2#
#*..##########
#.....VPF......
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T is turbolift. * are metal boxes. One square- two meters. C- CX, J- Jedi, P- pilot, V- Vince, F- Fathima
--- End code ---
Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 stopped dead when he heard the shots from just around the corner. Blaster rifles, he recognised that much, and the calls didn't sound as though they came from escaped prisoners. Quietly, he took out his own E11, set it to stun and passed it to the Jedi. "The less witnesses, the better, but I'd rather avoid shooting more of my own side, regardless of their quality. Just point and shoot this at whoever comes around the corner that isn't me, don't change any of the settings," he instructed. Then, moving his repeater to an "at ready" position, slowly and calmly stepped around the corner.
"Escaped prisoners?" he asked, seeing the infantrymen. "Need some extra firepower?" he added, hefting the repeater in his hands for emphasis, pointing it down the corridor to indicate his intent to help out.
Journey:
The instant Fathima heard the sound of blasters, her own blaster pistols were in her hands, held ready in front of her. She crouched and hugged the wall, ready to fire on anyone that appeared around the corner.
"Who was that?" she whispered to the rebel. "Oh, and stay down and away from us. I won't have you grabbing our weapons while we're distracted."
She sent a coded message to Zal over her subcutaneous comlink. Zal, tell me how many shooters and guns are around that corner. Is there any cover as well?
She considered her options. She didn't know who those shooters were, so trying to bluff her way through could leave her dead. She could throw her datapad to create a distraction if she decided to charge, but that didn't seem wise, either, as she didn't know who they were. But this definitely was one of those situations where she couldn't afford to hold back with any of her abilities. So she reached out with the Force, to see if she could get a sense of the beings around the corner.
Gargulec:
Thorne turned towards CX.
'You. Great' he growled. 'I knew that I will find you here. Now, tell me where is Jedi, or I shall make you die horribly he added, raising his blaster pistol. Rest of his 'crew' also preprepared their weapons.
He, however, were quicker. One, prolonged burst from the repeater was enough to kill (or mortally wound) everyone in the corridor.
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