Rylee's skepticism was warranted. Though the cursing was a bit much. Corran wasn't sure they could pull it off either. The metallic clatter of blasters being dropped to the ground suggested that despite her doubts, the Pantoran soldier had enough faith in him as he did her. Determination to not let her down, them all down, blossomed in his chest like sparked kindling. One final step backwards brought the Pilot and Ranger near one another. Lieutenant Velt was expecting a firm yank on his belt as the grenade was pulled from its grip. What he did not expect was the innuendo. Instead of getting visibly flustered, Corran closed his eyes and inhaled deeply both to prepare for the coming eruption of the grenade and suppress any surprise. Starfighter jockeys; always trying to get a rise out of people.
The whole mess hall went white. An ear-splitting snap caused everyone to only hear ringing. The Ranger couldn't hear Squadron Leader Asuchi's command but he certainly felt the shove bidden him forward. Using the push as fuel, he tucked his arms to his chest and lower his body like a Huttball player. Every second counted and getting stopped along the isle would ruin the whole attempt. Charging like a Mudhorn, Corran's shoulders collided with the two goons who had come to apprehend them. His eyes blinked open without looking back and kept on going. The Weequay was wincing with his mouth open, holding a palm to his head. His dark eyes hadn't opened yet but he would recovery swiftly.
Heavy footfall after heavy footfall, the lieutenant desperately strove to close the distance. Breath huffed out from his lips, lungs beginning to burn from all the physical exertion since the brawl began. Grizzled, red eyes opened with burning hesitation. In mere moments the knife could lunge into the nearest hostage. Corran realized the final table to reach his target cut his time too short. Rounding the corner and turning would be too late. So instead he jumped. Leaping onto the table at full momentum, the crewmen seated either ducked or were too dazed to be sitting upright. When the Weequay's eyes opened fully, his first glimpse was a Sector Ranger lunging through the air at him.
They collided and both tumbled to the floor. Corran landed hard on the knife-wielder's wrist and the dagger sputtered to the far corner. Before a counter-attack could be swung, the Ranger drew forth one of the blaster's on his hip and pressed it against the Weequay's. "Freeze!" The shout was commanding and well-practiced; filling the whole mess hall. Anyone could hear it through muffled, ringing ears. "Nobody move!"
With an armed man behind them and a likely armed Pantoran ahead of them, the remaining goons weakly raised their hands up in defeat. Lieutenant Velt yanked the Weequay to his feet and shoved him towards the others as they began to gather together in the isle. For now, the immediate danger was over.
@Bex
The whole mess hall went white. An ear-splitting snap caused everyone to only hear ringing. The Ranger couldn't hear Squadron Leader Asuchi's command but he certainly felt the shove bidden him forward. Using the push as fuel, he tucked his arms to his chest and lower his body like a Huttball player. Every second counted and getting stopped along the isle would ruin the whole attempt. Charging like a Mudhorn, Corran's shoulders collided with the two goons who had come to apprehend them. His eyes blinked open without looking back and kept on going. The Weequay was wincing with his mouth open, holding a palm to his head. His dark eyes hadn't opened yet but he would recovery swiftly.
Heavy footfall after heavy footfall, the lieutenant desperately strove to close the distance. Breath huffed out from his lips, lungs beginning to burn from all the physical exertion since the brawl began. Grizzled, red eyes opened with burning hesitation. In mere moments the knife could lunge into the nearest hostage. Corran realized the final table to reach his target cut his time too short. Rounding the corner and turning would be too late. So instead he jumped. Leaping onto the table at full momentum, the crewmen seated either ducked or were too dazed to be sitting upright. When the Weequay's eyes opened fully, his first glimpse was a Sector Ranger lunging through the air at him.
They collided and both tumbled to the floor. Corran landed hard on the knife-wielder's wrist and the dagger sputtered to the far corner. Before a counter-attack could be swung, the Ranger drew forth one of the blaster's on his hip and pressed it against the Weequay's. "Freeze!" The shout was commanding and well-practiced; filling the whole mess hall. Anyone could hear it through muffled, ringing ears. "Nobody move!"
With an armed man behind them and a likely armed Pantoran ahead of them, the remaining goons weakly raised their hands up in defeat. Lieutenant Velt yanked the Weequay to his feet and shoved him towards the others as they began to gather together in the isle. For now, the immediate danger was over.
@Bex