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One step at a time.
One hand over the other, over and over again. The scolding air rushed down the chute as a figure cladded in silver armor, striped with red coats desperately attempted to hold on. His gloves tightening together as the ventilation blew down on top of him, his gear jangling about as he pressed onward. The shaft itself was massive, used only as ventilation for this section of the ship's systems. A dangerous place to be for anyone who wasn't wearing the proper gear.
But not for Saren. This job took weeks of preparation, one slight miscalculation and he could have been killed on approach. The Destroyer's weapons weren't for looks obviously, but they were state of the ark and designed to make a ship's existence the complete opposite. The Kandosii was good, sure, but a patrol and attack class such as her really needed a good tune up before she made this run. And maybe a few other modifications much like Saren's suit.
This heat would melt any creature that dared to set foot in its scorching temperatures, but luckily the warrior managed to pick up a neat little belt that provided a shield that wrapped closely around the user's body. Providing thermal protection against temperatures such as these in terms of the situation and traversing planets with hazardous atmospheres.
Du, du, du.
The belt vibrated and began sounding off like an alarm, Saren cursed under his breath as he began to inspect the problem.
Batteries.
"You've got to be kidding me.."
The power supply to the belt, much to Saren's surprise, did in fact require external power chargers. Not an issue on a normal day, provided someone prepares themselves adequately, but today wasn't the warrior's day. A second set of alarms began chiming their way through Saren's helmet, popping up as holographic indicators. Specifically that the temperatures had taken a massive spike. There was only one explanation for this. A massive heat dump. Well, maybe there was two explanations. The former happens if the ship was undergoing too many different functions and had built up heat across the systems, but this usually happened during high intensity battles.
The only reason left was firing exercises.
But why would they be doing that now..?
- - - -
"What the hell is going on!?"
The trooper rushed out of his quarters, hopping down the passage way as he forced a boot onto his foot before grabbing his blaster. None of his shipmates responded as the rest had left their bunks in order to respond to the screaming alarms. Instead a man dressed in typical officer attire walked to the door way.
"We're under attack, now I suggest you double time it to your duty station, soldier. We've no time for games."
The trooper minced no further words as he gasped to himself quietly. Booking it down and out of the passage way, the trooper left the officer's sight. Placing a hand over his face, the officer sighed deeply before walking into the nearest head. Tapping a small button on his wrist-mounted communications device, completed with a message already written on screen, the officer sent it through. Moments later, sparks began to fall from the ceiling of the bathroom as a semi-circle began to appear and eventually became completed. The Imperial Officer stood back as the circle gave way, plopping down onto the floor with a loud clang. The sliver cladded warrior slid through the hole effortlessly before taking a moment to clean off the debris from his armor. The officer, with his cold blue eyes, looked over the man before him with little more than pure disgust. Going so far as to spit at the floor between the two as he removed his cap, brushing back his steel toned hair.
"Really Jarvis? Was that necessary? You owed me a favor."
"Of course it was necessary, but was alerting the alliance to the location of this vessel worth this? This attack!? Of course it was, Saren Te Adenn, the last living man of his clan. The notorious Deathwatch. Still searching for the last of the men and women who survived the Mandalorian Civil War.."
"Honestly, I don't really care what you consider necessary."
And with the flick of the wrist and a hushed word, Saren shot the officer with a dart to put him straight to sleep. The toxins worked quickly and had to if he wanted immediate effect. Maybe it'll kill him too. But that didn't really matter, but finding this Jedi did matter above all.
And so the mandalorian warrior set out, skulking his way through the halls of the ship til finding his way to the cell block that the officer told him about. It was heavily guarded due to a Jedi being held here, but it wouldn't stop him. Not now.
One hand over the other, over and over again. The scolding air rushed down the chute as a figure cladded in silver armor, striped with red coats desperately attempted to hold on. His gloves tightening together as the ventilation blew down on top of him, his gear jangling about as he pressed onward. The shaft itself was massive, used only as ventilation for this section of the ship's systems. A dangerous place to be for anyone who wasn't wearing the proper gear.
But not for Saren. This job took weeks of preparation, one slight miscalculation and he could have been killed on approach. The Destroyer's weapons weren't for looks obviously, but they were state of the ark and designed to make a ship's existence the complete opposite. The Kandosii was good, sure, but a patrol and attack class such as her really needed a good tune up before she made this run. And maybe a few other modifications much like Saren's suit.
This heat would melt any creature that dared to set foot in its scorching temperatures, but luckily the warrior managed to pick up a neat little belt that provided a shield that wrapped closely around the user's body. Providing thermal protection against temperatures such as these in terms of the situation and traversing planets with hazardous atmospheres.
Du, du, du.
The belt vibrated and began sounding off like an alarm, Saren cursed under his breath as he began to inspect the problem.
Batteries.
"You've got to be kidding me.."
The power supply to the belt, much to Saren's surprise, did in fact require external power chargers. Not an issue on a normal day, provided someone prepares themselves adequately, but today wasn't the warrior's day. A second set of alarms began chiming their way through Saren's helmet, popping up as holographic indicators. Specifically that the temperatures had taken a massive spike. There was only one explanation for this. A massive heat dump. Well, maybe there was two explanations. The former happens if the ship was undergoing too many different functions and had built up heat across the systems, but this usually happened during high intensity battles.
The only reason left was firing exercises.
But why would they be doing that now..?
- - - -
"What the hell is going on!?"
The trooper rushed out of his quarters, hopping down the passage way as he forced a boot onto his foot before grabbing his blaster. None of his shipmates responded as the rest had left their bunks in order to respond to the screaming alarms. Instead a man dressed in typical officer attire walked to the door way.
"We're under attack, now I suggest you double time it to your duty station, soldier. We've no time for games."
The trooper minced no further words as he gasped to himself quietly. Booking it down and out of the passage way, the trooper left the officer's sight. Placing a hand over his face, the officer sighed deeply before walking into the nearest head. Tapping a small button on his wrist-mounted communications device, completed with a message already written on screen, the officer sent it through. Moments later, sparks began to fall from the ceiling of the bathroom as a semi-circle began to appear and eventually became completed. The Imperial Officer stood back as the circle gave way, plopping down onto the floor with a loud clang. The sliver cladded warrior slid through the hole effortlessly before taking a moment to clean off the debris from his armor. The officer, with his cold blue eyes, looked over the man before him with little more than pure disgust. Going so far as to spit at the floor between the two as he removed his cap, brushing back his steel toned hair.
"Really Jarvis? Was that necessary? You owed me a favor."
"Of course it was necessary, but was alerting the alliance to the location of this vessel worth this? This attack!? Of course it was, Saren Te Adenn, the last living man of his clan. The notorious Deathwatch. Still searching for the last of the men and women who survived the Mandalorian Civil War.."
"Honestly, I don't really care what you consider necessary."
And with the flick of the wrist and a hushed word, Saren shot the officer with a dart to put him straight to sleep. The toxins worked quickly and had to if he wanted immediate effect. Maybe it'll kill him too. But that didn't really matter, but finding this Jedi did matter above all.
And so the mandalorian warrior set out, skulking his way through the halls of the ship til finding his way to the cell block that the officer told him about. It was heavily guarded due to a Jedi being held here, but it wouldn't stop him. Not now.