Liberating Fires

[Ferre]

Liberating Fires
@CJ Solo @Ferre @Kuran
OOC Thread
Vinsoth is a problem we have to solve. If we are to occupy this space in our crusade against the Sith, we cannot allow injustice to remain. There are two slave labor camps we've located on the outskirts of the city. Burn the facilities to the ground and free the slaves. We will burn away the sins of this world and help them start without the oppression of their masters.

Objective: Free the slaves from at least one of the labor camps.
Secondary Objective (optional): Burn the camp facilities to the ground and capture or kill the slave masters.
Thread Type: Open - Conflict thread
Participants: 3 Jedi
Bast R'aef Amaarla Ky VennFandalkaas
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The chuckle that Bast emitted could be mistaken as villainous. Lying with the dirt supporting his back, there was little room between Bast and the belly of a state-of-the-art slave ship that was parked in the desert plains of Vinsoth. With a piece of the hull discarded to his right, Bast's fingers made quick use of smart rewires of the ship’s circuits. Often, Bast was fixing ships, it was not every mission that he was given the chance to sabotage them.

He had been on an emotional high all night, and like a child in a playground messing with dirt, he didn’t know quite know the details of the creation he was making, only that this ship assuredly would not fly.

It had been a long time leading up to this moment. A lot of waiting, learning the daily patterns of the labor camp, scouting and scanning, a lot of sitting around waiting for the sun to fall back into the earth a night to cover them.

As the sun set, the last of Cal Noor’s customers had flown away, unknowingly saving his/her ship from the curious hands of the tech-loving padawan. Cal Noor was a callous man, who lived alone aside from his main bodyguard who was a night owl. A humorless looking man of about 40 who would pace the halls of Cal’s manor. Aside from that he had three household slaves to do his bidding and care for the house, as well as a driver who would take him the short distance to one or the other camp that both resided within a mile each of his home.

From his time watching Cal, Bast could appreciate the timely business man that he was. Like Bast, he enjoyed to clock in clock out, only seeing his buyers during business hours and having no penchant for bargaining. If he didn’t like ‘em he wouldn’t do business with them. Routine screening of those who came in and out of hyperspace helped establish that. Luckily for the group, this was something Bast was able to slice into as well, an unexpected bonus of some slave-buying names -although probably pseudonyms- thanks to Cal’s detailed lifestyle. It also meant that they assuredly wouldn’t be expecting any company after nightfall, as his business hours were as strict as his eating schedule. Which, if you wanted to know from Bast’s ever fun job of stalking, was eating at the same time throughout the day, and being well...the most predictable man ever.

Seeing as Bast’s job this mission was ruining lives instead of heroically freeing the slaves, he didn’t know much about the labor camps or the slaves that resided in them. For that, he would have to trust his companions who would com-link him when the time had come to commence into phase two.

He might have gotten a bit carried away. Having previously scouted the only possible landing areas within the area -which wasn’t quite hard given no natural landmarks to really hide a ship. The group had scouted out 3 slave-ships 2 personal-ships and over half a dozen speeders. The personal ships were child’s play and took less than half an hour. The speeders he humored by removing their fuel and sealing the tank. It was the slave-ships that took the longest, but nothing to cause any trouble.

Once again, tearing a building down is a lot easier than building it back up.

 

[Vennfandalkass]

As part of the planning stages of the operation, Venn had been forced to come up with an idea as to how he planned on liberating one of the camps, imaginatively called "Camp 1", essentially by himself. He had to free any slaves found within, and then wait for the shuttles which, standing by in orbit, would come soaring in to carry him, any prisoners taken, and the freed slaves, away to salvation. In theory, anyway.

The small Jedi was not a tactical genius, and he knew it, but he wasn't a fool either. A straightforward approach, taking the slavers on guard duty by surprise, and hopefully shocking them into surrender, was the order of the day, and as he crouched in the tall grass that grew around the edges of the camp, he couldn't see anything that would indicate that his cunning plan wouldn't work.

Being a Jedi, Vennfandalkaas was better at keeping emotions from controlling him than most, after all, it was a basic Jedi tenant that there was no emotion, only peace. It was impossible, however, for him not to feel a degree of excitement at the prospect of freeing slaves. He knew what they had most likely been through, having been a slave not once, but twice, in his comparatively short life. It had taken him a long time, longer than most, to resist the natural urge to hate the kinds of people who had put him, his family, and friends through that sort of captivity. But he truly could say that he didn't hate them.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the small Jedi bounded out of the grass, towards the single large doorway that was, from his earlier observations, the only way in and out of this particular barracks block. There was a single guard on duty, armed with a wicked looking blaster rifle. He put on a burst of speed, the Force aiding him, and by the time the none-too-alert looking guard noticed his approach, he was already in midair. Indeed, the last thing the guard saw was a brown leather boot sole as it impacted with his face.

The guard went flying back under the impact, sending the door behind him flying open with a loud bang. Venn followed him, ducking into a roll as he sailed through the door and into the large, long room beyond.

He came out of his roll, straightening up, lightsaber already in his hand. Looking around, he saw only confusion from the handful of faces he could spot, slaves who were not accustomed, he supposed, to seeing small blue creatures come crashing through their doorways.

"Ladies and Gentlebiengs," He called out in a voice much louder than one would have thought possible from his small body. "You are now under the protection of the Jedi Order. Anyone who wishes to come with me, to freedom, is welcome to do so." As if to emphasize the point, his lightsaber activated with a snap-hiss, a short but searing blue blade springing to life.

The guard he'd kicked wasn't the only one, after all.

 

[CJ Solo]

When Amaarla had heard that one of the missions to Vinsoth involved the liberating of slaves, she had volunteered right away. Though she had never been victim of being a slave, she had seen more than one instance of the conditions slaves were forced to live in and the effect it had on those people even after they were freed. The dark skinned togruta had tried to convince Cassus to sign on with her, but he had other things he had to do. It was an unfortunate circumstance in her opinion because, she believed, they made a great team. She had felt a certain satisfaction when she had recieved the message that she was assigned to freeing the slaves; some very evil people would be brought to justice.

Amaarla and her companions had spent several days watching and waiting hidden on the outskirts of the camps. This, in part, felt natural to her; a hunter stalking and studying its prey. She had waited with a measure of anticipation for the sun to set on the day that they had decided to execute the plan that they had finally put together. One of them, Bast, would disable their transportation while she and Venn to take the camps; one for each of them. As the sun had finally set, they had gone their seperate ways to act on their targets.

The togruta Jedi, with skin practically the color of mdinight, was more than difficult to see with the natural eye as she moved around the outside of the camp assigned to her, sticking to the shadows. They had spent quite a bit of time observing schedules and timing, but she had given it one last look over as she watched the anticipated guards make their patrols. Though there had been no reason for anything to change, she wanted the only surprise to happen this night to be her invasion of the operation.

Silently, she creeped through the grass and placed herself in an optimal position to ambush the guard she knew that would be patrolling the outside of one of the two small barracks in the camp. Each barrack had an outside patrolling guard as well s one that remained inside the barrack. As the guard came around the corner, the last he knew he saw a shadowy form of limbs and headtails as Amaarla went for a quick take down. Once the man was secure, she drug him off and out of sight into the brush. Then her green eyes and her intentions were set on the secondary patrolling guard. Noone inside the barracks would realize what was going on until the first door was opened.

 

[Ferre]

Bast quickly removed his hands in surrender from the hull of the ship, anticipating a snap of electricity from the exposed wires which would have given his fingers a nice lick of pain. Waiting for the electrical tantrum to subside; Bast quickly readied the piece he had carved from the ship's bottom and slid it snugly back into place. Blindly, while holding up the hull with one hand, he patted around for the sealing tool. Not that he didn't have a light for vision, a small flashlight was crunched between his teeth whenever both his hands were in use.

Sealing the hull, Bast rolled out from beneath Slave Ship number 2 and ran off to Slave Ship number 3.

@Kuran

 

[Vennfandalkass]

It took several agonizing minutes for the slaves to recover from their shock and surprise at the sudden appearance of their savior. It took several more for them to gather their meager possessions and be ready to move. Some were in a bad state, and so had to be helped along. If he were a healer, Venn would have tried to help, but he knew better than to try.

"Alright, head out into the fields, that way," He told the nearest of the captives, pointing out the open door and into the night beyond. "A shuttle will pick you up shortly and take you to a medcenter." He got a bizarre mixture of confused looks and weary cheers in response, and, satisfied that they knew what to do, stepped through the door himself.

"Damn."

Somewhere along the line he must have triggered an alarm of some sort, because now, running towards the barracks with weapons raised, were a trio of angry looking guards. Venn raised his saber in a defensive stance, making sure to place himself between his attackers and the slaves now pouring out into the tall grass...

 

[CJ Solo]

The first gurad had gone down quietly. The second had as well. So far, it had seemed that all was going well; all their planning and observing was paying off. Amaarla hoped that the rest could be same could be said for her two companions even as she dragged the second patrolling guard for the barracks off into the brush.

The togruta Jedi moved stealthly back towars the barracks. Though she had taken out two of the guards, she knew there were more around the camp and inside the buildings. It was as she reached one door and was about to pull it open quietly, that she heard the distant yelling. Something was happening. Her brow furrowed wondering if she had triggered something, or if one of the others had and the alert was being sent out everywhere. "Damn.." The word was muttered under her breath. So much for easy in and out.

Amaarla abruptly pulled the door open as her lightsaber hilt came to her hand. Stepping inside, she brought it up as the guard inside stood and reached for his weapon. She clobbered him in the side of the face with the pommel of the lightsaber hilt, splitting open skin and causing the man to crumple to the floor. Her green eyes shifted to focus on the surprised and stirring slaves within. "We've come from the Jedi Order to take you from here. Go quickly and quietly to the field behind the barracks. A shuttle will come to get you. Be quick, an alarm has been raised." With that, the Jedi Knight wasted no further time as she turned and exited the building and dashed towards the other one.

 

[Ferre]

Having just begun his cruel reconstruction of circuitry under the steel hull of Ship 3, one of the small communicators in Bast’s satchel buzzed to life. Muffled under the leather fabric and various mechanical tools that mixed in an unorganized chaos inside the bag, Bast couldn’t quite make out what the words were.

There was no possible way they securely evacuated all the slaves at this point.

Careful not to bang his head on the hull, Bast used his elbows to shift his hips forward, sliding towards the bag as quickly but as securely as possible. Reaching in, he tossed out the available communicators to find the active piece.

Hyperspace? No. Toss.
Cal personal communicator? No. Toss.
Bast’s own comlink-

No, he didn’t need to check as a patched communicator to the security system blared to life underneath Bast’s dark blinders.

Krsssssh

Seems to be one intruder. Identity unconfirmed.

Code 558?

Seems like

672- Our area is secure- sending power-

Kriff.

Time to jam some communication.

Rolling out from beneath Ship 3, Bast ran towards the manor. Running being a kind term to the form the nonathletic padawan took to has he scrambled towards the tall estate. Though happily not even ¼ a mile away from the ships, Bast was red in the face and breathing with absolute exhaustion as though he finished first in a marathon, collapsing near the control panel of the manor.

Hoping the harsh sound of his breath wouldn’t muffle the words on the communicator, Bast patched into Cal’s line while attempting and failing to draw some oxygen into his lungs.

It seemed his two minute run wasn’t too much of a hold up. As Cal was only now brought into the picture, his guards alerting him of the situation and how it was too much for them to handle.

Staring at the control panel that he had scouted out before, Bast broke into it with ease, his tools at the ready. He could jam the signal now; but he wouldn’t.

Being the perfect asshole took a practiced patience.

“I’m going to call for backup.” A tired Cal responded into the line, his irritation plain.

Yes yes

“Shoot to kill if you must. Make an example if you must. Rotten slaves...”

Rude.

Bast waited a moment. What was the point of ripping the carpet of hope right beneath them unless they were within grasp of reaching it? The guards were now secure in their feelings that backup would be coming and all was sound. He could imagine Cal up there now, having just guaranteed everything under control, about to make a call that would save the few hours of sleep he had left on his schedule.

Bast jammed the signal.

For good measure he blacked out the house.

Standing there for a moment blankly, he felt a tad excessive for his over dramatic addition, and promptly turned the lights back on. The effect immediate as the manor lit up once more, the patrons inside most likely running amuck.

It was at this move that the sense of someone coming towards him took hold. Obviously, if there was a technical problem with the manor, they would go to the source of generators and circuitry where Bast lay rather exposed.

Fine. No light for you.

With his mechanical arm he smashed in the circuitry, killing the power in the house once and for all. This time with annoyed permanence.


@Kuran

 

[Necris]

"See I told you, the Jedi are so focussed on the slaves they didn't even notice us."

He said to his companions that stood behind him, they were shadowed in the terrain overlooking the camps a trio of Icarus couriers hidden a short distance behind them, from their vantage the could see events unfolding at the camps and the mansion, the lights had just gone out there as the first of the slaves fled from the camps even as the guards sounded the alarm.

"Remember we are here to discredit the Jedi, turn public favour against them."

He turned to look at the two with him,

"I'll leave the camps to you two, do what you do best but try not to be seen, the Jedi must be seen as the ones at fault."

He turned to regard the camps again.

"That group is mine."

He pointed at a group of slaves heading from the camp.

@Maxx @Carthage

 

[Carthage]

Faresha nodded. "Understood. Kill at will." she said. It was times like these that her habits of collecting Jedi sabers were useful. She looked over as another group ran for their lives. "Those are mine" she said, sprinting towards them. She shouted. "Halt! In the name of the Republic!"

A few slowed, but the kept running. She was dressed in a Jedi's garb to fool the slaves. She would let a few live- three or four. The rest would die to a Jedi's blade. She stopped in front of them, her hood pulled down over her red skin. With a hiss, the blue sabers turned on. She lunged towards the slaves, intending to cut them down. If a few escaped, so be it. They'd tell the tale of what happened here.

 

[Maxx]

Hades looked out over the slave camps from the hill that the three Sith stood on. Down below, groups of slaves began to make their way out of the camps and headed in the direction of ships in the middle of a field. For a long point in his life he himself, had spent his time locked up, treated as a slave, but he had no sympathy for these slaves. Hades had been born into slavery, and had fought his way out, killing the one who enslaved him. These pitiful excuses for sentient life did nothing to fight for their lives. They had submitted themselves to their masters and even now, as they escaped, they didn't turn their anger against their captors. Instead, they ran. And they would die.

Hades turned to look at Venriss. "If you're going after the slaves heading for the ship, may I make a suggestion? Sabotage the ships, make them explode. Imagine it, 'Jedi burn the oppressed'." With that he turned away from his fellow Sith, and headed for the second of the two slave camps. The ground would run red with the blood of the innocent.

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: THE RP GODS HAVE MAGICALLY TAKEN THE SMALL BLUE CREATURE AND TRANSFORMED HIM INTO A TALL HUMAN WITH GLORIOUS HAIR AND NOW THE STORY CONTINUES)

Jaleer was given the instructive to take out one of the slave camps and escorting the slaves to the ships where they will be safe, taking out the occasional guard that was running around hoping to stop them from hurting any slaves that were escaping to the ships. The three heavily armed guards were sadly not prepared for a full Jedi knight and his glorious hair, with a few slashes and pows, the fight was over before it even began, thanks to his pistol a cool green sword made out of pure energy. *To say Jaleer wasnt cool would be like saying Hoth isnt cold, or that yo momma isnt the size of a large space station ready to eat another world.*

The sage was always prepared so when he was finished with the three guards he made sure to extend his senses to make sure no one else was coming, and to his surprise the slave guards were running most likely because their were losing and knew that if there was one Jedi more were to come. But he did since three hostile presence in the force, the scary and cold presence of the dark side seem to be onto of them all, something the sage disliked very much, really meant he would need to actually be serious, an with his long glorious hair free it could accidentally be injured. Something the sage would not appreciated in the slightest, with him a blaster pistol two flash grenades, and one thermal grenade the sage was ready for a fight.

He would run way from the camp watching the slaves rush towards the ships, and sadly for the Sith with no caution in their bones, and infinite wisdom they decided to be in the wide open were they could been seen by everyone around them. Which made Jaleers jump very easy, honestly he was not thrilled with fighting but he would be damned before he allowed any slaves to be hurt by these idiots.

They would no doubt see the Jedi charge them clear that they would be in a fight soon if they didn't back off, taking his pistol he fired three shots one at the womans head, another at her chest the last at the womans leg. If the woman was so focus at cutting down some slaves after screaming something about the Republic than she would be sadly burning once the fight was over. With all the noise it might even cover the sound of the bolts so the fool might actually get hit if she wasn't paying attention.

The three were in brown cloaks the same as Jaleer, though the sage knew he pulled it off better, sensing that this might be to much for him Jaleer got onto his communicator and contacted the other two Jedi.

"Three new contacts, dark side presence and have lightsabers, need support." Jaleer could only hope help will arrive soon seeing how the two guys, one girl all looked like they had lightsabers.

@Necris @Carthage @Maxx @Ferre @CJ Solo

 

[Ferre]

Well it wasn't the night owl.

Bast's communicator buzzed with life, he covered it with the base of his left palm to muffle the sound but understood what seeped through. Three unfriendlies, but Amaarla would have to respond as the padawan was currently preoccupied with a predicament of his own.

The muscles in his right hand that had previously strained themselves in a tight grip on his lightsaber hilt loosened. A young woman, looking rather petrified, stumbled through the darkness towards the controls, meek as a mouse; but given that an alarm went off in the night insinuating a raid of potentially dangerous intruders, Bast couldn't blame her. Why would they send a house slave? Liability? Perhaps they needed night owl to guard Cal Noor.

However, he recognized her. The one with crimson hair that performed most of the household chores. With the darkness as cover, Bast moved back to the right and she moved frontward to the left, encountering the still sparking but utterly ravished control panel with a defeated sigh.

It seemed she was so annoyed by the clear vandalism that she forgot her fear of being attacked in the night. The woman lifted a communication link- one of the short range distance types that Bast was using with his comrades- and Bast acted just as quickly; jumping out from his cover he covered the com link with one hand and held up a finger of silence with the other.

"You will tell him you are working on fixing it, but it will take some time" Bast stated slowly, reaching out with the force through his words.

"Like the two moons I could." The young woman looked at him incredulously, "are you blind?"

The padawan bit his lip in silent contemplation. Clearly she wasn't afraid of him, though to be honest, Bast's image was not one that would be expected to strike fear in the hearts of many.

"We're freeing the slaves-"

"I figured" the woman interrupted him her eyes glancing upward at the manor "He's in the foyer. Hotchmen is with him. Two pistols on that one-don't forget the dagger."

A little taken aback, the padawan could do much less than utter a stuttered "yes ma'am" as he released the grip on her wrist.

As he snuck his way into the manor he heard her voice in the distance.

"Sand rat I'd reckon', still alive no thanks to you- ya I'm working on it now, aye what a mess"

 

[CJ Solo]

The camp that Amaarla had gone to was on the far side of the land used compared to the other one. This put enough distance between the two to make hearing or seeing anything going on there, short of an explosion or sizeable fire, difficult at best. It was as the togruta Knight moved quickly for the second slave quarter in the camp that her comlink crackled to life; the voice that of her Jedi companion that had gone to the other camp coming through on the other end. A sigh escaped the woman at the news that reached her ears. Outside interference was the last thing they needed on top of everything else. It would need to be dealt with, however, in order for them to complete their mission.

The door of the second building swung open and with agile movements she dispatched the guards inside. With gentle, encouraging words, she ushered the salves outside and into the cover of darkness. Amaarla was keenly aware that her time was running out, all of their time was running out, even as Hades moved in the direction of her location. She did not immediately know if any of these hostile force users were coming her way, but it would not be entirely unexpected. The priority, though, was the slaves. Staying to confront any other guards that were mobilizing only put things at risk. "Hurry, quietly." She spoke to the slaves with an urgent tone as she would begin to move with the last group.

 

[Necris]

He paused as the blaster started firing panic rushed through the slaves nearest like a wild fire, first an apparent Jedi was killing them and now one was firing at them, he marvelled at the scene for a second before sighing and turning back towards the rising conflict, keying the activation nub on his comm link.

"Who'd have thought the Jedi would use blasters, this will draw too much attention from observers, change the plan deal with the Jedi we'll work on discrediting them another way."

He unhooked his saberstaff stride in the direction of Faresha and the Jedi with long flowing hair, with a casual gesture of his hand he levitated a stone and set it hurtling towards the Jedi's gun like a misile, another three levitating to float around his head as he draw closer his saberstaff hidden awards view up the length of his arm.

"Oh look sister a lonesome little pup astray in a dangerous Galaxy."

 

[Carthage]

Faresha grinned evilly. This Jedi didn't realize that he was outmatched. She laughed as her companion spoke. "We better make sure it makes it back to its mother!" she shouted back, turning to face the Jedi as the rest of the slaves ran off. She leaped towards him, performing a scissor motion with her sabers as a feign, moving her left lightsaber downwards and her right upwards, and the bringing the up and down on her target respectively. She intended to end this quickly, and her ally would only complicate things for the Jedi.

 

[Maxx]

The doors to the second slave camp were wide open as Hades approached. Lying on the ground in the darkness, he could make out the form of two bodies. The guards. He couldn't tell if they were alive or dead, but he didn't see their chests rising and falling, so he assumed they were dead. He let out a grunt at the hypocrisy of the Jedi. Even with the crimes the guards had bared witness to, a Jedi should have left them living. Shrieks filled the air, tearing Hades attention away from the bodies. Standing at the door to the camp were dozens of slaves, petrified. To them Hades looked like their nightmares come alive. He was not the angel sent to free them from their oppression, but the devil sent to see them to Death's Door.

A blade of crimson sprung to life in each of his top hands. Letting out a roar, he charged into the crowd of petrified slaves, slashing, hacking. He fed on the pain, the fear, the suffering. He could feel the Dark Side flowing through him. He would need it to face the Jedi who had come as these slaves' savior. And he could sense her presence. She was close.
@Benvenu7

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: because @Carthage post did not include anything that stated he defended against the attack, means it is a auto hit. I am sorry about it but your character isn't dead, and will get medical heal after the end of the fight. If you have any questions I can answer them in the OOC thread.)

Jaleer was not surprised the Sith did not responded to the bolts and though the bolts weakened so when it hit it didn't kill the Sith but her face was now half burnt, including her chest and leg. The Jedi did not like fighting but he was glad to put down one person that was threatening slaves, but he didn't want to kill unless he had to. Sensing the rock before it hit him, Jaleer rolled out of the way towards the downed Sith, the sage felt the calm of the force flow though him. The Jedi kept his eye on the Sith, the man was carrying three stones with the force if this battle was going to happen but at least he was about to take down one of the Siths.

"Hey unless you want your friend to die I suggest leaving now or she might bleed out." Jaleer walked slowly to the downed woman and once he was over her, the knight took off his cloak and started to rip it apart to use as bandages on the woman.

The sage had plenty of knowledge in the art of healing but didn't want to waste the energy healing the person, he just focus on putting on the bandages. If the dark sider attacked he would be risking his partner, but the sage would be making sure if the man attacked that he would dodge.

Once the process was done, Jaleer would activate his lightsaber and point it at the man, the sage would also shot three shots at the man walking towards him.

@Ferre @CJ Solo

 

[Ferre]

It wouldn't take military precision to navigate the house. In fact, any sense of stealth was lost on the padawan who really couldn't be bothered to so much as hug a wall as he meandered right through the window of the home and up the stairs of the dark manor.

He was easily spotted, first by two friendlies at the the entrance of a right room; household slaves of Cal whose confused faces were illuminated by a dripping candlestick held in the grasp of the elder. Having ditched his Jedi robe long before while "adjusting" the nearby ships, Bast wondered how they could possibly not think he was some crazy axe murderer. However, he glanced at them and they glanced at him, a quick and silent exchange of "you are not who I am here for" and well...he couldn't read what their expression meant but perhaps an enemy of and enemy is a friend.

Hotchmen... the young Arkanian remembered the name of the night owl that the young woman warned him about as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs...Hotchmen Hotchmen Hotchmen...

Detecting Hotchmen's heat signature before the man could see Bast's presence, the young padawan reached out with the force to rip the unsuspecting man forward and straight into Bast's stunner.

Holding it probably longer than necessary, the man jolted rapidly before collapsing to the ground. Of course, this gave time for Cal to run.

A small gunfight first ensued, however Cal was quick to realize that while weapons run out of bullets, Bast did not run out aversion tactics. Now reasonably scared out of his wits, Cal ran out of the foyer as Bast perused. Tossing furniture down in the padawan's path, Bast chased him over a fallen bookcase, through the hall, into the master bedroom, around a coffee table and finally the two met a dead end in the master bathroom.

Quite tired of all the running, Bast lifted out a trained arm and slammed the slaver against the wall right above his gold plated Jacuzzi hot tub.

The man struggled, kicking his feet against the invisible force that pinned him. It took Bast enough focus as it was to keep him there, yet the padawan's thoughts were redirected only for a moment as a strong feeling of a presence behind him presented itself.

"I got him."

The padawan turned to see the ginger slave had returned from her outdoor activities to now have the barrel of what was probably once a pistol of Hotchmen's pointed at the Bast's head. The young Arkanain froze like an albino elk in speederlights, clearly not prepared for this situation. He could drop Cal to deal with her, but that would give Cal the chance to run. On the other hand, Bast really didn't want to die today.

"Good" Cal spat angrily "Now-"

As soon as Bast dropped his hold on the slaver to defend himself from the woman, gravity caused the man to collapse unnaturally further; his blood splattered against the wall and currently painted the hot tub a deep red ( @Arclight ).

Not sure how to react, Bast pursed his lips and glanced from the contorted corpse to the woman and to the corpse before slowly lifting his wrist fitted com-link.

"Erm..." he started gracefully "Birds' Nest is clear. Hawk down...really down..."

@CJ Solo

 

[Necris]

He watched as the Jedi tended to his sister a smile crossing his lips as he bound her wounds, though he never let his guard down and was prepared to react as the Jedi finished and took his shots at him, one end of his blade ignited and he easily swatted them aside deliberately sending them off in the direction of the running slaves.

"You should be more careful Jedi your shots are careless."

He paused a short distance away his eyes turned to regard Faresha from here he could see the wounds shed suffered, they looked significant but nothing a Sith acolyte wasn't unfamiliar with, the pain Faresha must be feeling would to any Sith be like a fire burning within stoking the flames of their anger.

He dropped suddenly into a ready stance, eyes locked on the Jedi

"Tell me are you ready to die here?"

He paced slowly round the Jedi like a stalking predator, letting his grasp of the force end from his body, pulsing with the power of the dark side, he was using it to keep the Jedi's attention firmly on him.

"To just lie there in the dirt, useless, weak, or..."

He stopped eyes narrowing ready for the attack.

"Are you going to use the pain to make yourself stronger, sister."

It would only dawn on the Jedi that he'd been addressing the fallen Sith, it was what he wants as he launched forward using the force he launched the trio of stones before him like bullets one aimed at the head, another at the crotch the third at the blaster. His blade came in low sweeping for the legs though he had every intention of shifting the target at the last instance to strike high or low depending on which stone he struck first, his attack was purely a distraction to allow his fellow Sith to regain their feet and attack from the other side.

@Carthage

 

[CJ Solo]

The lack of light would not make it an easy task to catch a detail such as the rise and fall of an unconscious individual. Anyone that made a closer inspection would notice that the guards were bruised, possibly even bleeding a little from where they were hit, but they were very much alive. In the same darkness, Amaarla had not realized that a handful of slaves from the first barrack had not fled with the rest. As the last of the remaining slaves boarded the shuttle that would then eventually take off, the Togruta heard the screams. Her attention snapped to the direction she came from. "Damn..." The word escaped from between her lips in a whisper.

With the safety of the majority of the slaves that had been her objective assured since the shuttle meant to carry them would be lifting off in a matter of moments, she rushed back towards the camp. Amaarla sped through the tall grasses like a shadow in the night. It was not long before she could see the red light that came from Hades' blades as they cut through the air, and presumably through flesh. Any discredit to the Jedi now on the part of the Sith would be difficult to uphold with at least a couple dozen or so slaves as witnesses that were escaping the planet. As Amaarla grew close enough to see the moving form of Hades, she once more ignited the blue blade of her lightsaber. The pale glow and the darkness of the night made her skin appear black, her striped markings glow with the light of her lightsaber's blade and gave her green eyes an almost eerie iridescence.

At last she came to a halt six yards from Hades. Amaarla brought one hand up away from its hold on her lightsaber, directing a force push at Hades to force him away from the few remaining slaves. "You should leave now."