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[ooc: We aren't planetside, Zen, and there's not much chance that we're going to go planetside. =\]

Paul whistled to Naomi. The feline grabbed hold of the doorframe and began to step through, but stopped cold when she heard the shclick of a slugthrower being cocked. She glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by the sight of about four smugglers armed with submachineguns and blaster pistols staring her down. "...Tzao gao! They found us!" she yelled. The smugglers, their stealth having failed them, threw themselves against the walls and hid behind whatever cover they could find. Naomi likewise darted into the bridge and placed herself against the doorframe, so that she was in cover.

Before they could shout for her to surrender, she flicked off the safety on her assault rifle and leaned out of cover. She trained the sights on the nearest smuggler and opened fire. The weapon's staccato chatter filled the ship as a hail of armor-defeating rounds cut through the air and peppered the exposed conduits the man was hiding behind. The burst punctured the thin pipes, sending a spray of pressurized water jetting across the hall. While some rounds were unable to penetrate the other side of the pipe, as they lost too much energy passing through the water, a pair of rounds maintained just enough velocity to punch through. They shot out and struck the smuggler in his left shoulder. He cried out and slumped back against the wall, clutching to his injured arm and screaming, "She shot me! Bitch shot me! Somebody kriffin' kill her!"

A wall of blaster energy and pistol-caliber rounds smattered against the doorframe and passed through. Puffs of black smoke and sparks flew about everywhere. Naomi cringed away from the doorway. "Paul, seal the cockpit windows, I don't want a stray round venting us!" she yelled over the fire. The moment there was a lull in the barrage, she took the opportunity to return fire. She leaned out of cover and popped off a burst at a smuggler pressed up against the right wall. The trio of bullets caught him in the flank; he dropped, crying out in pain as he fell and yelling for a medic afterwards.

The barrage resumed once more, forcing Naomi to hide herself again. They were winning, but she'd been lucky to avoid killing anyone thus far. If the firefight kept up, she'd start actually aiming, and when she did that, a few thugs would have ventilated hearts and heads. It'd be a messy scene, and she didn't really enjoy the idea of taking lives. With that in mind, she yelled to Paul again. "Change of plans! Just seal the door! It'll buy us a little time to crawl outta here through the vents and to figure out where we are!"
 

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(ooc: Zen, as Jiang said, we're not planetside and we probably won't be going planetside.)

It was time like these he wished his force senses were stronger and more attuned. He could have been able to sense the danger that approached, but instead they were almost ambushed and it seemed the cursed 'I have a bad feeling' line finally caught up to them. Of course, this was confirmed by Naomi running inside the bridge and taking shelter against the wall.

In truth he was confused by the whole situation, till he watched as her rifle began to fire its rounds into the hallway. The sound of cursing soon echoed its way back into the room as Paul immediately realized what would happen. Unfortunately, he was too late to say anything as a barrage of blaster shots and rounds came pouring into the room.

"Hang on."

He called out towards the feline while he took a deep breath and sighed. The force flowed through him once more as he concentrated on a nearby chair and flung it into the hallway towards the smugglers. The sound of blaster shots could be heard hitting the metallic, yet comfy chair as it made a loud thud, which would send some of the smugglers ducking for cover. "Heads up, Jedi!" One would call out as soon, the barrage of rounds and blaster bolts continued. Though, Paul wasn't done just yet.

Adrenaline and the force coursed through his veins as he made a dash for the door, and within seconds found himself slamming his fist into the door console causing it to slam shut. His force powers were increasing by the day and that was a good thing. Paul took a second to catch his breath as the snap-hiss of the orange lightsaber returned. The sound of burning metal echoed through the bridge as he shoved the blade deep within the door console, causing it to be destroyed completely.

"That should by us some more time since now they can't simple override the door commands."

Paul said with a calm tone as he turned off the lightsaber and clipped it back onto his belt. He did his best to keep a calm appearance, but he was excited with the adrenaline that rushed through his veins. Emotions were meant to be controlled, otherwise you'd end up along the wrong path and that, could be the last mistake of your life.

"Well, that was fun."

He said in a sarcastic tone while he made his way towards the bridge computer. They needed a few seconds to rest, that was for sure, but those smugglers were persistent and it probably wouldn't be too long before they got the door open. Hopefully, they didn't find a way to blow it down.

"Naomi, take a minute to catch your breath if you need too. No sense in rushing; when you're ready, check the Navigation computer to see where we are and see where's the closest safe place or planet we can get too."

He gave the feline a soft smile after he spoke, and then made his way towards the main bridge computer. The rhythmic sound of fingers hitting the keyboard commenced as Paul made his way through the various data files and system managements. "Weapon system deactivated," a mechanic female voice echoed throughout the room signaling that the ship's weapons no longer existed. With that, Paul smiled once more as he typed in a few commands and looked towards Naomi.

"Well, here's some good news. There's a shuttle on the lower deck beneath us. I can't tell if there's a hyperdrive in it, but it’s the best chance we have to get off of this place."

He stared outside of the cockpit window looking at the stars that lay before them.

"Based on the ship's log records, when this whole commotion started we just left a small mining facility for fuel. It’s been about an hour since then, so I'd say we're pretty far from that. Back to the small shuttle, I've disabled the weapons on this ship so we won't get fired at. Now...just gotta' find a way to get to the lower deck. Any suggestions?"
 

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Rather than take a second to rest, as Paul had suggested, Naomi plopped herself down in one of the pilots' seats and set her rifle aside. She ran a universal data cable from the ship's console to the back of her head. The feline ran her fingers through the fur covering the base of her skull, then sighed and smiled faintly. "Yeah... I thought you put that there, June. I should've looked sooner, huh? Guess that was my fault for not being curious enough," she muttered quietly. The feline brushed away her fur, revealing a powder-coated black pentagon-like piece of metal embedded into her skull. It was less than half an inch across; she prodded it and it slid in a millimeter, then popped out and folded down. The black metal plate was little more than a cover.

When it laid down, it revealed a N2UIP - a Neural Net Universal Interface Port. The cybernetic device connected to an implant known as a neural net and internal microcomputer; combined, the three implants allowed an individual to literally 'dive' into the software and hardware of any piece of equipment furnished with a dataport, from a starfighter to a robotic vacuum cleaner. It was expensive, difficult to use, harder to master, and infinitely useful to the technologically inclined. She plugged the data cord into her neural net's interface, then yelped as she felt her view of reality shift, the real world fading momentarily and being replaced with menus and lines of code, arranged in a gigantic sphere all around her.

Her world faded back to normal once more. The code was replaced with the harsh geometric lines of the freighter's white control consoles and glimmering red-orange holographic interfaces. She sighed and rubbed her face. "Hey, uh, Paul? Weld the door shut, would you? This is gonna take me just a second. And if I start acting... Weird, unplug the cable from the ship's console, would ya?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

Naomi dove right back into the machine. She hadn't a clue what she was doing - she was feeling it out as she went. The virtual world arranged itself into random blocks and towers in front of her. She weaved her way through the glowing icons and shimmering walls of code. Within a few seconds, she began to wonder where the ship's internal schematics were located - simply thinking about it prompted her neural net to search for the schematics. They came floating up to her in the form of a folder-like packet of information, which she snatched out of the air and pocketed, saving the data to her neural net. She could feel it register in her mind now - the first accessible piece of data she had. "So that's why I could never feel my neural net before. No data for me to access, no settings to manipulate. Just empty space. Interesting."

She ran another search, this one for the ship's power grid. A floating 3D model of the ship appeared before her. With gestures of her hands - which were now 'virtual', thus her physical body remained immobile - she shrank, expanded, rotated, and tore apart the hull, searching through it for power conduits and reactors. "Aaaand... Boom. Here we go. Off, off, aaaand... off. Lights out, jerkfaces!"

As if on cue, a series of dull 'thunks' echoed throughout the ship as power shut down. Alarms went off, and gravity completely disappeared from within the control room - along with a fair bit of the ship! She spent two minutes more in the system before unplugging herself and rising to her feet, a grin on her muzzle. "Okay, so I shut down the ship's power and sensor grids. Life support is still running. I destabilized the ship's orbit and programmed a distress beacon to go off in a couple days, after the ship crashes, which should happen in... Oh, twelve hours. I also shut off gravity and lighting in most of the ship, save for along a route that'll take us right to that shuttle of yours. We just have to go through the ducts in the wall. It'll take us down one deck, but there's no exit until halfway to the stern of the ship. When we get out, we'll be on corridor... D5. We take that all the way down to the shuttle and then boom, we're home free."

Grinning, she folded her arms across her chest and went slowly cartwheeling past Paul. "What'cha think? You up to being a duct rat, big guy?"
 

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Connor lied there injured, if he could not get there by foot without supporter he had to relay on something else, he moved his left hand it was in radical pain near broken. But was still able move it the pain he had indeed was insane and still being able to live.. He placed his hand towards the scanner, and the scanner opened the secret intellect network he had built in. He was about to hack the Main Hutt data base from the outside, hoping he was able to pull it off to address a distress call that was near impossible to intercept by outsides, as the scanner was doing so he had a brief three minutes to do his speech. A huge beep happened in the Main Hutt Commutation Thing and Connor layed in in front of Them in a telegraph Image.” I am Connor, I have lived and out Ran, A Highly Ingetneacne group called The Sector 13 I have meant them twice in my journey, and they have impetration me worst thing they did was to let me live, because once I am better I am going to crush them with my superhuman strength none the less, I now will explain.” Beep seconds till shut down, the scanner spoke. He begun to speak.” I in plug corrections at where I am, Pick me up we have much to discuss sire.”He said Beep 5 seconds the scanner said, in a split second he cut the link between them so his scanner did not break down. With that said he slammed his hand down, and rested easily in great pain hoping for help, and hopefully his body would rest in the next 24 hours so he was capable of at least moving and getting food and water, before this bloody forest turned into an Inflamer hell pit.

(Hakim's if you don't mind, if Santano can tempory join this thread for commtuion or back up matters to pick me up. Then we might leave, IF he chooses so, and you don't mind.)
 

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(ooc: Zen...have you read the entire thread to know exactly what's going on? You -could- make your own topic, seeing as what you're posting has nothing relevant to do with our current situation.)

Paul watched as the feline got up and went towards the pilot's seat. There was no rest for the weary it seemed, since she looked determined to get out of here as rapid as possible. It was that kind of determination somebody had to admire, and it showed strength. Still, it seemed Naomi wasn't done with whatever she was planning.

He listened as she muttered something to herself, and then began to use some strange device. He wasn't sure what it was or how it functioned, but he made a mental note to ask her about it later. "No sense in bugging her about it now." He thought to himself as he began to focus on the force. They had some time to rest, which meant he could meditate and reflect on the force.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.


The five-line mantra of the Jedi code, his former master had thought him the code and the meaning. He was trained to keep calm and patient during the heat of battle and periods of using the force. In his mind, the force was an ever living thing that flowed through all living beings and some non-living objects as well. In his mind, light Jedi were those who let the force flow through them, treating it as an ally. Dark Jedi exceed their capabilities, forcing the will of the force to obey them, if that made any sense. He took a deep breath and sighed, while reaching out into the force, keeping an inner calmness whiles strengthening his connection.

His short meditation was interrupted as Naomi said something towards his direction, mainly to wield the door. The snap-hiss of the orange lightsaber once more echoed through the room as Paul used the tip of the blade to wield the door shut. He could hear the smugglers attempting to find a way through and could slightly feel their anger and frustration through the force. "It seems they're not going to give up soon." He thought to himself as he turned back to Naomi, watching curiously.

His mind once more drifted back to his meditation, and again he was interrupted. This time, by a thud in several directions of the ship, which send him stumbling for a few feet. He glanced towards Naomi, breaking his calm state, as he waited for an explanation. He wasn't pleased with what just happened and really, every time he seemed to be on a ship, it was either crashing or malfunctioning.

"I'm starting to hate flying."

He muttered to himself while he looked around for the air vents. Honestly, he wasn't up to sending this entire ship crashing down, though the question was where would it go? They were drifting in space with no gravity controls and there didn't seem to be a planet in sight.

"Unless they make it too a planet in twelve hours, they'll be trapped here in space. Though, at least you left the life support on for them. Granted, I'm not so much a fan of air ducts, but since you seem to know what you're doing, lead the way."

In truth, this wasn't the way he had planned things to happen. He was satisfied by just disarming the weapons system and therefore, it would have allowed them to escape unharmed. She just made the entire ship pretty much worthless, and with the gravity controls off, the crew couldn't chase them. "Clever girl." He didn't like the plan, but it was a smart thing to do. Looking towards Naomi, with a faint smile, he nodded as he motioned towards the air ducts.
 

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"If they don't crash, their subspace beacon'll activate anyways and give away their position. The authorities will come swarming. Barring that, they've got enough air and supplies to last them at least a week. They'll be able to restore the ship's functionality by then. At least enough to get mobile again."

As Naomi spoke, the feline gently kicked herself off the floor paneling and sent herself lazily floating towards the vent. She pulled her head shroud, mask, and helmet back on as she floated, sealing her armor up once more - the vents would be cramped enough without a helmet clipped to her hip. Moving would be easier if she just wore the silly thing. She braced herself against the wall and held onto the ducting with one hand, then pried the vent cover off with the other. She placed the cover against the wall and let it go; it just rested there. "Be mindful of how much force you use to move, Paul," she warned. "Every motion of your body is going to make you move. So again, be careful!"

She pulled herself up into the vent. With a bit of squirming, she was able to pop in, vest, guns, and all. She began to propel herself down the relatively straight vent with little nudges and pushes with her boots and fingertips. She reached vertical T-junction and moved downwards in the vents. She reached the lower deck within a few moments, but, as she'd said, there was no exit. She kept moving towards the stern of the ship through the ducts; halfway down the vessel she reached another vent cover, which she knocked out with a shove of her shoulder. Instead of floating lazily away, the cover moved about half a meter from the duct, then clattered to the floor - artificial gravity was still working in the corridor. They were on the right path.

Naomi slid out of the duct and oriented herself with her feet to the floor before pushing herself out into the section of corridor that was still under gravity. She felt her weight come rushing back to her. Thunk! Her boots hit the ground. "We're almost home free!" she called into the vents. "This is the right path!"
 

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The explanation that Naomi had given eased his worries about the smugglers being killed due to the ship's loss of power. Take the path with less bloodshed, even if that means taking the long road, or in this case, traveling through an air duct. Paul gave Naomi a nod of approval as he made sure his lightsabers were secure to his belt and watched as the feline opened the vent cover.

"Sure, I'll try not to make too much noise."

He responded as a faint smile appeared on his face. It was relatively good news that they finally had a way out of here, which meant freedom. Still, they had a while to go since they hadn't reached the shuttle yet, meaning there was still time for them to be ambushed. "I really hope they haven't realized what we're doing." He thought to himself as he ran and leaped upwards, grabbing the edge of the duct. It took a bit of an effort to pull himself in and get himself inside the duct.

"Is it just me, or do all air ducts on large ships seem to be perfectly capable of having enough space for people to crawl through?"

Clearly, Naomi was more efficient at navigating through these air ducts since it seemed like she used no effort to get herself through. By the time she had already made it down to the lower deck, Paul had just dropped himself down from the vertical T-section a small thud could be heard as he hit his head softly against the wall of the duct.

"Ouch."

He muttered to himself while he continued on towards the stern of the ship. Finding the open vent that Naomi had popped open, he jumped down, landing a few feet behind the feline. Paul rubbed his head softly as he stared towards the girl, a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Next time, let's not use the air ducts."

He pointed a finger towards the air ducts as he spoke, and then turned towards the hallway that faced them. He gave a sigh of relief while he looked around the area, observing the part of the stern.

"So, I assume this is corridor D5? Let's get going then, don't want our shuttle to wait to long."

He mused as he gave a smirk to Naomi. In truth he was quite excited to be going home, but a part of him attempted to remain calm. He was human, he had emotions, and right now, if he wasn't trying to keep himself as calm as possible, he'd be skipping around like a schoolgirl who just met their film star guy crush. His sister was a prime example of said school girl. He chuckled to himself softly as he motioned for Naomi to follow, it wouldn't be long till they reached the shuttle.

"So, any idea where we're going once we reach the shuttle?"
 

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The feline just hitched her shoulders and kept walking. "I honestly haven't thought about it," she replied. Naomi pursed her lips and thought on the question for a moment; perhaps Coruscant or Corellia. Naboo was supposedly nice. Kuat was right out. Alderaan was too political. Ossus was too isolated. Manaan was too wet. There were dozens of options, but none seemed even close to ideal. She sighed heavily and rubbed the back of her helmet. "Well, let's not worry about that for now. Let's just focus on getting to the shuttle; we'll make a microjump using the hyperdrives, then assess the shuttle's fuel load and its supplies. If we've only got air, food, and water for a couple days of travel, we'll have to go somewhere super close by. If we've got enough for a week or two though, we could probably get away with going somewhere far away. We'll just have to see."

She fell into step alongside Paul, her hips swaying with every stride she took - she was shorter than him, so for every step he took, she took two. "Grrr..." she growled playfully, giving his shoulder a gently push with her own shoulder. "Darn you and your long legs. I don't like power walking!" she teased, giving him a mock glare... Not that he could see her facial expressions, what with her gas mask and all.

[ooc: eeek, it's short! D=]
 

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So, she didn't have any idea either where they were going to go, that was something he didn't hope for. They would have to plan out where they would go, before they left, otherwise it'd be a partial disaster. Though, as long as they had the necessities to survive on the shuttle, it wouldn't be too bad. "As long as they have some food and water in there." He thought to himself as he continued to walk forward.

His thought process was interrupted as he felt a playful shove on his shoulder and heard a slight grr from Naomi. He would simply smiled at her statement on her shorter legs and decrease his pace, letting her get in front.

"Perhaps you just need to get use to walking some more."

He teased as he placed his hand on the back of her armor and pushed her forward, using the force to send her a little farther. Paul would repeat this two more times before he stopped and then, resumed a pace at which Naomi could walk without struggling.

"There, was that better?"

He stated sarcastically as he smirked. In spite of all the drama and tension that was going on, it was quite amusing the entertainment that Naomi seemed to provide. She was a funny person and a pretty good companion, maybe he'd stick around with her for a bit longer. His smirked widened as he pointed forward.

"Good news is, the shuttle is dead ahead. Hopefully, its operational and won't require any short repairs. On the other hand though, we're going to have to open the gates and maybe deactivated the airlock? I'm not sure how shuttle transports are release from space. Any suggestions?"

He paused in the middle of his statement as if to ponder about something.

"On a side note, you wouldn't happen to know about any Jedi Archive locations around here?"
 

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Naomi bit back a yelp as she was pushed forward, then she started laughing as Paul kept nudging her. She felt her mood lighten dramatically as they played around, and a smile quickly became fixed upon her furry features. She had to admit that she liked Paul; he wasn't like the soldiers and scientists she had known inside CARD. He was... Different. He was pleasant and funny, and easy to get along with.

He questioned her about the shuttle; she was quick to reply, saying, "Depends entirely on the type of shuttle and launch mechanism. I won't know until we see it. Most ships just use a standard launch bay. You pop the outer door and just fly out - no need to decompress the bay, a low-intensity magseal keeps the atmosphere contained without impeding the flight of slow-moving shuttlecraft. That works with pretty much every shuttle ever made. Some ships use a different system though - if space is at a premium inside the ship, they might have the shuttles dock via an UDP, or Universal Docking Point. It's basically an exterior airlock mounted on a retractable docking arm that the shuttle latches on to; if there's no ship to dock, they just retract the UDP and keep on going. In that case, all we have to do is cut the UDP's seals and fall away."

She folded her arms and sighs. "Aaand... Then there's the worst of the three popular options. Catapult System. It's like the ancient EM Catapults used on naval carriers from civilization's seafaring days; an electromagnetic catapult system is built into a launch tube inside the ship. The shuttle is either pre-loaded in the tube or it sits in a hanger behind the tube and has to idle into position. The tube doors open, the mag rails are powered up, and the catapult cradle accelerates the ship forward and out of the host vessel. Downsides are that it needs a metric butt-ton of power, which we kinda don't have. Worse comes to worse I could probably scavenge enough power supplies to get the shuttle's launch rail operational of that's the case. I'm really hoping we're dealing with something simpler, though."

His second question was a bit rougher for her. She frowned and rubbed her helmet again, a baffled 'mrrrr' noise sliding past her lips and out of her mask's speakers. "Closest Jedi installation I know of'd probably be the big one at Coruscant. There's a temple there, a huge one. I think the current Jedi Council is posted up there or something. I'm really not sure."
 

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(ooc: Sorry for posting so late, been busy with exams -_-)

It was quite interesting how the mood had become relaxed within the past few minutes, it was a good way to avoid stress and it seemed like the threat of the smuggler's went away for a while. Paul smiled during that time, it kept the mind and soul relaxed. His smile remained for a bit as he listened to Naomi talk about the different types of shuttle bays on a ship. She seemed to know a lot about mechanics, ships, and technology, which was highly useful in society today.

His smile returned back towards his calm expression as they walked towards the shuttle bay, Naomi still talking about the different types of bays. He hadn't realized that there were complications with some of the different types, but that was to be expected. Nothing was ever easy in life, and unfortunately that included getting out of here.

"Well, hopefully we won't have any of those complications."

Paul responded with a faint smile. He was quite disappointed with the only known Jedi temple (at least to Naomi) was in Coruscant, since he wanted to avoid those large crowds. He needed to access the Jedi archives to learn more about the force and the Soresu lightsaber style. "It seems I just might have to find a Jedi to help me with this." He thought to himself as he tried to figure out where he could find one.

His eyes flickered upwards as they arrived at the door that lead towards the shuttle, a large window on the right revealing 10 defense droids armed with blaster pistol and stun pistols that surrounded the ship. The bay itself was completely sealed, besides a noticeable thick line on the ground, indicating that the shuttle was released through the bottom of the ship. Paul turned towards Naomi with his usual calm expression.

"So we got about 10 armed droids and a bottom hatch, I'd say you prep the ship for take off and I deal with the droids? Or do you have a better plan?"
 

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[Ack, my bad for not posting either. Sorry 'bout that, and sorry for the short post.]

Naomi slowly shook her head. "I can't think of a better plan," she replied. The feline glanced over the unit of droids. She counted about ten; equal in strength to a poorly armed squad of soldiers. The feline pursed her lips and mused for a moment. "They're only armed with handguns. Low rate of fire, low range, low power cell size. But they're between me and the ship, so I guess I'll hang back and keep them from swarming you by picking them off with my rifle."

The feline rolled her shoulders and gestured at the droids with the muzzle of her rifle. "After you. Once we've opened up a path, I'll book it right into the shuttle and get it on-line. The moment you're aboard, we'll just drop right out of the hangar and boom! We're home free. I hope, at least.'
 

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"Well, hopefully I won't have to use my lightsaber then."

Paul stated in response to Naomi's statement about the battle droids only having low powered weapons. Still, it wasn't pleasing to get hit by a blast bolt despite how low powered it was. "Those things hurt." Either way, sooner or later, you were bound to be hit by one eventually. He made his way towards the door and nodded as he began to walk to the ship. Maybe the droids weren't hostile after all?

"Hold it. Identify yourself." One of the droids spoke up, as if on cue, all remaining 9 droids pointed their blasters towards Paul.

"Now, now we're just here to repair the ship."

Paul stated calmly as he raised his hands upwards to signal that they meant no harm. If he could get by without causing any trouble that would be great, though it seemed that these droids were bent on securing identification. "I wonder if the smugglers ordered them to make sure we don't escape." Paul thought as he took a step backwards.

"Present identification or turn around. We will use force if necessary."

"I left my identification back in the med bay, but I really need to-"

As Paul pointed towards the med bay, the edge of his cloak moved backwards revealing his lightsaber. The droids who were the closest to the young jedi spotted the lightsaber while the room immediately echoed with the reloading of guns. Paul took a step back as he found a black metallic barrel staring directly at him; time seemed to be going slow.

"He's the jedi! Blast-"

Before the droid could finish his sentence, Paul sent the mechanical creation flying backwards slamming into the three droids behind it. "So much for peaceful negotiations." He thought to himself as the snap hiss of the orange lightsaber came to life blocking two blaster bolts. He took a few steps back as he held the lightsaber with two hands, deflecting each blast. His lightsaber swung downwards as it sliced vertically through the nearest droid, then horizontally through the droid adjacent to it.

He took a deep breath, letting the force flow through him, guiding him, as he held the blade in his right hand, and sent two droids flying backwards, slamming into the wall. Turning towards the other droids he used the force to grab one of their guns as it flew and landed in his hands. He quickly fired the blaster, missing entirely with the first shot. "Well, guess I'm not a shooter." He thought as he fired a few more shots, taking down one of the droids. He grunted slightly as a blast bolt slammed into his right leg causing him to stumble a bit.

With a knee of the floor, Paul fired a few more shots onto one of the last remaining droids, missing the first 3 and hitting the droid with the remaining shots. He smiled faintly as he flipped the gun in his hand around and chucked it at the last standing droid, using the force to increase its speed and slam it directly into the droids head. "Headshot." He sighed as he laid down on his back; breathing heavily. Using the force in a rapid succession had tired him out quite a bit, not to mention all the other events that occurred were finally catching up to him. Raising his hand in the air with a thumb up, he grinned.

"All clear."
 

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Paul cleared a path and Naomi made use of it. As he engaged the droids, she bolted ahead to the ship. It only took a split second to force her way past the shuttle doors. Once inside the vaguely rectangular gray vessel -which, in her opinion, looked like an elongated shoebox with one end smoothed down and engines jammed in the other end, with doors in the sides- she plopped down in the pilot's seat and started to run through the pre-flight check.

"Reactor's OK. Little low on fuel, but we should be fine. Stabilizers check out, air reserves and scrubbers are good, artificial gravity is... Offline? Aw, darn it... Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'm sure I can get that running once we're off the ship. Okay so aside from that, everything's green. We even have a hyperdrive. Guess we're all set!" Naomi chattered to herself, the feline's gloved fingers flying over the shuttle's holographically displayed controls, effortlessly summoning up information about all of the little craft's systems. She started the vessel up. The reactor roared to life and the entire shuttle thrummed as its systems came on-line, one at a time. It'd be only seconds until they were ready to get out of dodge.

Once done, she slid the seat back and darted to the door. She came out just in time to see Paul give the all clear. Sliced and blasted droids littered the hangar - he'd really done a bang-up job of getting rid of them. She had to admit, she was impressed. And now that she had a demonstration of his abilities, she felt far safer staying in his company.

Unfortunately though, it seemed that he hadn't cleared the hangar without a hitch, for right leg had a nasty-looking blaster wound. Alarmed, she ran to his side. "You took a hit! Are you okay?" she asked. She crouched beside him and hooked one arm around him, placing her hand beneath his far armpit and trying her best to help hoist him back up. She had a feeling that it'd be hard to walk on a wounded leg, and so she figured he'd appreciate being able to let her do some of the work for him.
 

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Well, it seemed everything had gone mostly according to plan; of course there was the set back of the minor injury he obtained. The roar of the ship coming to life could be heard as Paul gave a faint smile. It seemed Naomi hadn't wasted time, which was a good thing. He took a deep breath and sighed as he calmed himself down, attempting to ignore the pain that was in his left leg.

Although it seemed to calm down, it was a blaster bolt, and it still burned. The other downside was that it left a hole in his robes, meaning he probably would have to get a new one. That was not of importance since he was planning on changing his wardrobe anyways. The hum of the lightsaber finally dissipated as he clipped it back onto his belt, he had almost forgotten to turn it off. Though as if on cue he heard Naomi's voice call out to him to see if he was ok.

Paul gave a faint smile as he nodded his head, though he expected her to laugh at his wound, but instead he found her helping him up to his feet. "Woah, didn't see this coming." He thought to himself as he pushed himself up with his non-injured limbs, almost falling down as he placed pressure on his right leg. He gripped Naomi's shoulder for support as he gave a sigh of relief. The bolt had it just above his knee, causing the joint to hurt, and he could feel a burn mark.

"Ok, so maybe I can't walk as efficiently as I thought."

He mused as he let Naomi help him walk towards the ship. He really wanted to walk on his own two feet, but he'd be crawling at this rate, so he simply let his mind reach a calm state. Motioning towards the chair near the cockpit, Paul slid himself down on the chair as he let out a sigh of relief. His leg still hurt, but the pain was subsiding slightly, still he couldn't let it go unattended.

"Are there any medpacs around here? Could use one. Though, I think we should probably take off before anybody else arrives. I think we've have enough trouble for one day. Plus, with all of their equipment disabled, we'll be able to get out of here without any interruptions."

He stated in a calm tone while he took a deep breath and reached into the force. Meditation was a key way to keeping calm, as well as a way to perhaps heal his wounds. His former master mentioned a way through meditation to heal basic wounds, though he didn't remember exactly how she did it. "Perhaps, I'll find the answer through the force." He closed his eyes slowly as he meditated quietly, patiently waiting for them to take off.
 

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Naomi helped Paul into the shuttle. The wound, upon closer inspection, didn't look too bad - more of a nasty burn than a blasted hole, which was good. It seemed that the smugglers had provided their droids with inexpensive sporting blasters, which would explain why it had done relatively little damage. Once he was settled into his seat, she let him go and sealed the ship's entry hatch. Her ears perked as he asked if there were any medpacs, to which she replied, "I've got one in my kit, I think, and there should be one here somewhere along with an emergency food supply and some survival gear. I'll take a look once we get off this slag heap."

The feline settled into the pilot's seat. She pinged the hangar door's control system and ordered it to depressurize the bay and open the bay door. It complied; she could hear the howl of air as it was sucked into the ship's storage tanks, then suddenly, eerie silence. "I'd forgotten how quiet vacuum is," she muttered to herself. She nudged the ship's thrusters, kicking the little shuttle down and out of the bay. Naomi then fed power to the engines and sent the shuttle zipping away from the ship. "Six hundred meters... One kilometer... One point five kilometers... Still nothin'. Looks like we just got off easy! I'm setting the autopilot for Coruscant. Hold onto your pants; the initial jump to hyperspace could be a bit bumpy. This thing's got pretty old inertial compensator, so I'm not sure how well it'll do. Anywho, jumping."

She set the autopilot and left her seat. The ship rattled and groaned as it made the jump to hyperspace, but the little vessel's sounds of protest quickly quieted down to a soft thrum from its hyperdrive engine. Naomi wandered back towards Paul. "How's the leg?" she asked as she began systematically removing her armor and piling it in a heap on the floor. She was soon wearing nothing but her CARD-issued flack pants and flack jacket, along with her gloves and boots. She dug a medical kit out from a pouch on the back of her vest, then knelt in front of her new ally and peeked at his wound.

The feline held up the kit and waved it twice. "I could patch that for you if you'd like. It's not too hard - a bit of kolto gel, some kolto-impregnated gauze pads, and a bit of wrap, and you're all set. I can also give you some painkillers, if you need 'em... Not that I recommend them, combat painkillers are addictive and that's all that's in my kit."
 

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He took a deep breath as he entered a meditative state, with the force flowing through his mind, body, and soul. He had begun to open himself up more to the force, feeling the presence of Naomi nearby and hearing the echoes of the ship's hyperdrive and engine. His breathing had become rhythmic while he placed a hand over his wound, feeling every movement of his muscles, blood, and cells throughout his body.

His senses were becoming more attuned in the force as he felt the anger and disappointment within the smugglers stranded on the ship, but they would be fine. He could feel the pain in his wound begin to dissipate, but before any more healing could be done Paul gripped onto the chair to avoid falling off as the ship shook slightly while attempting to make the jump to hyperspace.

"This thing's got pretty old inertial compensator, so I'm not sure how well it'll do."

The last part of her statement finally registered in his mind while he regained his whereabouts. He knew where he was and what he was doing, but his eyes needed a few seconds to focus on the world around him. He felt a strange, but welcoming sense of calmness within him while he looked around. He didn't like the fact that this ship might not be able to make it through the jump, but as the groan of the ship died down, they were safe. Paul let out a sigh of relief as he looked down towards the wound, which was slightly healed from his use of the force.

His attention turned towards Naomi as she removed her armor and then asked about his leg. He said nothing until she dug through her stuff revealing a med pac and then looked at his wound. Paul smiled as he shifted within his seat.

"I think the kolto gel will be perfectly fine, the pain is practically gone, so it just needs to be bandaged up. Other than that, I'll be fine."

He spoke calmly as he gazed towards the pilot's seat. Hyperspace was always a strange experience, and he never seemed to get used to it.

"So, we're heading to Coruscant huh? What are we going to do once we get there?"
 

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"Okie-dokie then."

Wielding a pair of trauma shears, Naomi descended upon the blasted and bloodied pants that Paul wore. She cut the fabric away from the wound to give herself an opening to work in. Once enough of the tattered material had fallen away, she peeled back the remainder and set to work. After spritzing the wound with sting-free disinfectant she began wrapping the bandages around it. She was careful to treat him as gently as possible - tough as he may be, it hurt like a dickens if somebody went poking and prodding at a raw wound.

She lightly bit her lower lip when asked what they would do when they reached Coruscant. "Truth be told," she admitted, "I don't know. I imagine you'll want to go to the Jedi. Me... I dunno. I know I have family somewhere in the Republic, so I guess I'll search for them. I need a place to stay. There's no way I'll make it on my own. I mean, unless mechanics are in such high demand that a repair shop will take a sixteen year old girl, which I kinda doubt they are."

Naomi looked up at him and grinned. "But hey, ya never know, right?"

Her attention returned to his wound. She finished wrapping his injured leg, then covered her wrapping in a thin layer of plain gauze and cinched it just tight enough to hold the bandage in place. The feline stood up and peeled off the rubber gloves she'd worn to put the bandage on. She placed them and the empty bandage wrappers into a waste bin, then thoroughly scrubbed her paws with waterless hand wash.

"What about you?" she queried, as she plopped down in a seat on the other side of the ship, facing Paul. "What're you going to do when we hit Coruscant?"
 

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Paul winced slightly as Naomi placed on the bandages. It wasn't painful, but it stung a bit, like a small pin pricking your skin. At least the pain was dying down, though he could still feel slight pain from the burn of the blast. "Note to self: Stay away from blaster bolts." It seemed that no matter how many times somebody reminded themselves, you'd always get hit somehow.

His eyes glanced towards her as she spoke about Coruscant. He wasn't sure about going to the jedi, but that might be good thing to do, since he did need training and that could give him access to the archives. Though, she did bring a good proposal about finding a place to stay, which would be a challenge. "I could probably head over towards the Jedi council there, but I would also need a place to stay." He thought to himself as he pondered how much money he had. His thoughts would occupy him while Naomi completed her medical treatment and washed off. His ears would pick up another question, while his eyes glanced back towards the feline.

"I'm not too sure either, I was thinking about heading towards the Jedi temple and seeing if I can access the archives to further my Jedi training, though I wouldn't imagine being asked to join the Jedi. Granted, I'm not sure if they'll let me in unless I do agree."

Paul said with a slight chuckle as he looked towards the pilot's window.

"I think we can rent a small apartment for about a week with our credits combine, though after that, I'm not sure. Perhaps you might have family in Coruscant that can provide some shelter?"

He asked calmly as he pushed himself slowly off of the chair, stumbling as his right foot touched the ground. Paul quickly grabbed onto the chair to avoid falling, and then limped towards the window as he stared out towards space. It was an odd, but beautiful sight traveling through hyperspace, and it was a unique experience. It was these small things that relaxed him from time to time, and allowed him to calm his mind. He smiled while he glanced out towards space.

"So, how many hours till we reach Coruscant?"
 

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Naomi sighed and laid across several seats, tucking her legs to her chest as she curled up. "I dunno, Paul," she replied, "I mean, it all hinges on if I can even find them and... Well, if they don't want me then I don't know. I just don't know. I really really hope they want me, though! I mean, I'm half Kasa Horansi on my daddy's side, I think, and they're supposed to be super protective of their children, so I hope my dad wants me... But I dunno about my mom. Anyways, if they do want me, I'll do my best to get them to let you stay with us!"

The feline rolled onto her back and stretched out as Paul was making his way to the window. "As for an apartment, if we sell this junker, we should have enough creds to survive for a couple months. We'll be fine, I think."

She directed her gaze at him as he asked how much time they had to kill until they reached Coruscant. She hitched her shoulders. "Two hours, I think. Maybe three? The computer was acting... Funny. I think the coordinates were accurate, but it's estimations for our arrival time were funky. It was like it was randomly picking numbers. Could be five minutes - could be five hours. I dunno. I guess we'll find out though, right Paul?
 
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