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.
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T is turbolift. * are metal boxes. One square- two meters. C- CX, J- Jedi, P- pilot, V- Vince, F- Fathima