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Silhar:
"Consider warning me first when you will be going to push me again into a pack of stormtroopers, alright miss ?", drawled the rebel, with a long and murderous gaze into Fatima's eyes. "Loss of one man in our present situation is a almost like a lethal blow to every other one. We are drowning in the same tide, dammit !"
Then, he carefully leaned forward to where the patrol was seen before.
"Ahem. Seems like someone's already done our job. We may keep moving. I hope so, at least.", he whispered, then jumped through the corridor, hiding behind the metal crate.

Oh. A blaster. Methinks, he feels so alone just lying here..., he thought, catching the glimpse of the officer's pistol lying on the ground.
Not worrying for too long, he just rappelled over the crate and reached for it. Of course, his knee protested again...

And so did his eyes, for Vince didn't see the Clone standing right there and aiming at him.
"What the...", he said, desperately trying to crawl back...

Blood... Bodies... Crates... A stormtrooper ! No... Not again !...

Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 hosed down the corridor with lethal precision, and with an odd silence, no shouts, jeers, or battle-cries. Once all the men were on the ground, he eased off, glancing around briefly before motioning for "his" Jedi to come out of hiding. Then, as he began to step forward, he saw someone else darting out from around the corner. Seeing a prisoner uniform instead of an imperial one, the dark trooper sighed, shaking his head. "I really hope you're not planning of pointing any weapons at me. So far all it's done is get the weapon holders killed - as you can see - and while I'm sure whatever you did to be put in that outfit deserves a shot in the head... THIS SHIP IS FALLING APART and I would very much like to get off it without further interruption!" Taking a moment to compose himself, the trooper shook his head again. "So, are you going to come out nice and peaceful, or do I have to lob in a thermal detonator after you?"

Journey:
Fathima almost flinched at the second round of blasts.  A repeating blaster rifle!  I know I'm pretty confident about my skills...but even then that's not something I want to test myself against.  She felt the presence of the guards fading from the Force as their life ebbed away from them.  All that was left, besides the rest of her rag-tag group, was one disciplined mind...and the Force user!  But the latter's presence was weak and tired - this disciplined one had to be the new shooter.

Then the rebel started to mouth off at her.  "Loss of one man in our present situation is a almost like a lethal blow to every other one..."  I'm starting to think I don't care to have him along...  Then he dived out the opening to take cover behind a crate.

Idiot! She thought as she watched him move.  Crossing open space is a deathwish against someone with a repeater!  But no blaster fire appeared to shoot the rebel down.  However, a harsh voice did speak out.

"So, are you going to come out nice and peaceful, or do I have to lob in a thermal detonator after you?"

Fathima looked back at the pilot and shrugged, sliding her holdout blasters back into their concealed holsters and raised her hands in the air.  The pair of them slowly emerged from around the corner to face whoever was there.

Xander Morhaime:
The dark trooper moved the repeater to an "at ease" position once again, and took his E11 from the Jedi as she approached, holstering it by his side. "Well, at least you two seem a bit more sensible than this lot here," he commented, nudging one of the late infantrymen with his boot. "I suggest you take that blaster out of your pet's hands before he hurts himself, though," he added, pointing to Vince.

That said, CX-411 walked up to the turbolift and quickly tapped in the access code for the hangar bay housing his assigned shuttle. As he waited for it to arrive, he looked at Thorne, a bit surprised to see him still breathing.

"Thought we'd sneak off the ship instead of fighting at our stations, did we?" the trooper growled, crouching down by him. "They really *will* let anyone into the service these days, it seems. Well, I'm sure your injuries or the attackers will rid the Imperial Navy of one... thorn in its side. Ha. Ha." The trooper's laugh was almost mechanical and quite joyless, as though he only did it to point out that it was meant to be a joke. "Or I could let my ward decide what to do with you. She has every right, really... blow for blow and such," he added, looking up at the Jedi at this point. "Well?"

Gargulec:
The Jedi looked on trrified Thorne lying at her feet for a while. Her face was expressionless, as she spoke.
'I... cannot hate, cannot take revenge. Hate brought our Order to it's doom. Though...
She turned her sight from her tormentor. You could almost see as she has lives through what Thorne did to her again.
'Just... we should go.

In the same moment, one more female walked from around the corner. She was wearing an Imperial pilot uniform, and smiled lightly.

'Oh. Quite a mess she stated, and looked at CX. 'I assume that you are an ally, right?'

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