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The battle in the palace's hangar had technically been a victory; the objective of getting the Rebels out, or at least as many as possible, had succeeded, or at least Khivas thought it did, as his battle was forced from the main area that was the hangar and the adjacent courtyard to a more personal space when he fought against a full fledged Sith Crusader and her little allies, one of which was a damned cyborg.
To say he had seen better days was an understatement, and while he wasn't exactly defeated, he was still far from victorious, and the last battle had been nothing if not a harsh reminder about how much he had left to really learn. Stabbed, burned slightly, thrashed about, even if he had gotten a few licks of his own in, Khivas was worse for wear, and despite currently using his medpacks, his wounds would definitely slow him down for the remainder of this battle. That being said, he hoped that Tamsen and the others had gotten away safely, after all he didn't exactly stick around as the explosions went off around him, sending everyone and everything around him flying and scrambling for cover, including himself.
"Not my brightest idea, but can't argue with the results." Khivas said as he looked around the transport speeder he was sitting in. It was built for cargo and troop transport, and in this case after escaping the insanity that was The Theed Royal Palace's Hangar Bay, a wonderful emergency retreat vehicle. A band of rebels within it had found Khivas while driving by a still unoccupied street while on their way to a new part of the city to fight in, and decided to pick him up after being flagged down, giving him medical attention that at the moment went very much appreciated. "How bad was it?" Asked one of the Rebels, a younger man, a little less than Khivas' age, his curiosity peaked by the fact that a supposed Jedi was sitting in front of him, bloodied and bruised from his last battle.
Khivas could have answered in a million ways, most of them bad but honest about the current predicament of the Rebels' plight here on Naboo, but instead he chose one a little less dark, one that might just make this guy feel like what he was fighting for was worth it, and in a way it would help convince Khivas of the same thing. "It was hard, but damned was it worth it, punching those Sith bastards where it hurt. It's gonna be hard all over the place, but I think we got this." Said the Jedi, adding a quick wink at the end to drive the point of confidence home, even if it was a lie.
Just then an explosion occurred ahead of the speeder, causing Khivas to shoot his attention forward, and no sooner had his eyes met the front of the transport did a second missile come screaming from a nearby building, rocketing right into the road directly in front of the vehicle, causing it to careen and flip over itself. "Brace yourselves!" Khivas yelled as the truck went flying and rolling, crashing back into the street and tossing some of his occupants into the open, Khivas included.
Rolling quite some distance, Khivas was left limp and dazed on the ground, the world spinning around him, sound buzzing in and out as bullets and blaster bolts alike whizzed over him. As his vision blurred in and out, he found himself rising to his knees, the scene around him sheer and utter chaos. Imperial troopers had cut them off, a platoon of them blocking the end off the street with another platoon split in two, one for each side of the street in the adjacent buildings, all to bottleneck and suppress the Rebel Forces. "Shit..." Khivas said as he started a sort of dazed half crawl away from where he currently was, and that's when he saw him, the mangled, bloody body of the young man he had ensured the battle to, his eyes staring into the sky with a look of fear still plastered on his face.
Gritting his teeth, Khivas pulled out his lightsaber, and found his strength again as the world came back into focus, and waving the pale green blade about, he deflected the enemy's fire right back to them as best he could, but in his current state and with the enemy numbers, it was all he could do to stay alive, let alone advanced on them. Thus it was short time until one of the Stormtroopers got lucky and hit Khivas in the gut, his armor barely managing to stop the missile of fire, but the damage was done, and he was now wounded.
Gripping his wound, Khivas continued to deflect the fire away from himself and he retreated behind the wreckage of the speeder he was in, the survivors of the attack also huddled down and firing back when they could. Slumping against the side of the truck, the young Jedi would pull out his blaster, armed and primed in his left hand, and begin to take pot shots at the enemy when he could, hoping that help arrived in time, and if not.....
"Well, if it comes to that, I guess going out in a blaze of glory isn't so bad."
To say he had seen better days was an understatement, and while he wasn't exactly defeated, he was still far from victorious, and the last battle had been nothing if not a harsh reminder about how much he had left to really learn. Stabbed, burned slightly, thrashed about, even if he had gotten a few licks of his own in, Khivas was worse for wear, and despite currently using his medpacks, his wounds would definitely slow him down for the remainder of this battle. That being said, he hoped that Tamsen and the others had gotten away safely, after all he didn't exactly stick around as the explosions went off around him, sending everyone and everything around him flying and scrambling for cover, including himself.
"Not my brightest idea, but can't argue with the results." Khivas said as he looked around the transport speeder he was sitting in. It was built for cargo and troop transport, and in this case after escaping the insanity that was The Theed Royal Palace's Hangar Bay, a wonderful emergency retreat vehicle. A band of rebels within it had found Khivas while driving by a still unoccupied street while on their way to a new part of the city to fight in, and decided to pick him up after being flagged down, giving him medical attention that at the moment went very much appreciated. "How bad was it?" Asked one of the Rebels, a younger man, a little less than Khivas' age, his curiosity peaked by the fact that a supposed Jedi was sitting in front of him, bloodied and bruised from his last battle.
Khivas could have answered in a million ways, most of them bad but honest about the current predicament of the Rebels' plight here on Naboo, but instead he chose one a little less dark, one that might just make this guy feel like what he was fighting for was worth it, and in a way it would help convince Khivas of the same thing. "It was hard, but damned was it worth it, punching those Sith bastards where it hurt. It's gonna be hard all over the place, but I think we got this." Said the Jedi, adding a quick wink at the end to drive the point of confidence home, even if it was a lie.
Just then an explosion occurred ahead of the speeder, causing Khivas to shoot his attention forward, and no sooner had his eyes met the front of the transport did a second missile come screaming from a nearby building, rocketing right into the road directly in front of the vehicle, causing it to careen and flip over itself. "Brace yourselves!" Khivas yelled as the truck went flying and rolling, crashing back into the street and tossing some of his occupants into the open, Khivas included.
Rolling quite some distance, Khivas was left limp and dazed on the ground, the world spinning around him, sound buzzing in and out as bullets and blaster bolts alike whizzed over him. As his vision blurred in and out, he found himself rising to his knees, the scene around him sheer and utter chaos. Imperial troopers had cut them off, a platoon of them blocking the end off the street with another platoon split in two, one for each side of the street in the adjacent buildings, all to bottleneck and suppress the Rebel Forces. "Shit..." Khivas said as he started a sort of dazed half crawl away from where he currently was, and that's when he saw him, the mangled, bloody body of the young man he had ensured the battle to, his eyes staring into the sky with a look of fear still plastered on his face.
Gritting his teeth, Khivas pulled out his lightsaber, and found his strength again as the world came back into focus, and waving the pale green blade about, he deflected the enemy's fire right back to them as best he could, but in his current state and with the enemy numbers, it was all he could do to stay alive, let alone advanced on them. Thus it was short time until one of the Stormtroopers got lucky and hit Khivas in the gut, his armor barely managing to stop the missile of fire, but the damage was done, and he was now wounded.
Gripping his wound, Khivas continued to deflect the fire away from himself and he retreated behind the wreckage of the speeder he was in, the survivors of the attack also huddled down and firing back when they could. Slumping against the side of the truck, the young Jedi would pull out his blaster, armed and primed in his left hand, and begin to take pot shots at the enemy when he could, hoping that help arrived in time, and if not.....
"Well, if it comes to that, I guess going out in a blaze of glory isn't so bad."