Grace would work quickly to hoist the injured mercenary over her shoulder. There was a bit of hope, she had heard him breathing. Mustering up that much strength however wasn't something she did commonly. She needed the force to assist her, luckily her small army of freed prisoners were spreading throughout the facility like wildfire. Sure there were plenty of guards, but there were far more prisoners.
Of course their mark would be out to save his own skin, suggesting that they lead the mercenary behind. Grace however was stubborn, and wouldn't let an ally die so easily. "We won't be here for long, most of the other prisoners are loose by now! Besides, we're halfway to the damn hanger, and the Zann Consortium never leaves a man behind!"
She would stand up with all her might, grunting a bit as she began walking with the injured man on her back. "We're not far from the hanger area. That door over there..." She would walk across the commissary surrounded by shouts and blaster fire. A bead of sweat would roll down her bow as she reached a large blastdoor. "Here! Just a moment, I'll get us inside..." She would set the mercenary down next to the door. He was mostly behind cover thanks the the large number of prisoners running amok.
Typing frantically on the hanger door terminal, she would actually manage to get them open. Most of the surrounding prisoners would begin retreating inside, and Grace too would grab hold of Tyr'din while moving toward the set of parked Gozanti-class cruisers. They were ships with a large cargo hold, and would be the perfect escape vehicle for a band of prisoners. The woman herself would charge forward with Tyr'din on her back, gunning for the ship's door. Most of the prison guards were in other parts of the prison thankfully. It was clear that they hadn't expected this jail break...
As she reached the top of the ship's ramp she would announce to the crowds of prisoners, "Anyone interested in fighting for the Zann Consortium can follow me! The rest of you can take the other ship."
@Bread
(OOC: The number of NPC prisoners who accept her offer will be randomly decided here. And the number was 126 in total.)
Of course their mark would be out to save his own skin, suggesting that they lead the mercenary behind. Grace however was stubborn, and wouldn't let an ally die so easily. "We won't be here for long, most of the other prisoners are loose by now! Besides, we're halfway to the damn hanger, and the Zann Consortium never leaves a man behind!"
She would stand up with all her might, grunting a bit as she began walking with the injured man on her back. "We're not far from the hanger area. That door over there..." She would walk across the commissary surrounded by shouts and blaster fire. A bead of sweat would roll down her bow as she reached a large blastdoor. "Here! Just a moment, I'll get us inside..." She would set the mercenary down next to the door. He was mostly behind cover thanks the the large number of prisoners running amok.
Typing frantically on the hanger door terminal, she would actually manage to get them open. Most of the surrounding prisoners would begin retreating inside, and Grace too would grab hold of Tyr'din while moving toward the set of parked Gozanti-class cruisers. They were ships with a large cargo hold, and would be the perfect escape vehicle for a band of prisoners. The woman herself would charge forward with Tyr'din on her back, gunning for the ship's door. Most of the prison guards were in other parts of the prison thankfully. It was clear that they hadn't expected this jail break...
As she reached the top of the ship's ramp she would announce to the crowds of prisoners, "Anyone interested in fighting for the Zann Consortium can follow me! The rest of you can take the other ship."
@Bread
(OOC: The number of NPC prisoners who accept her offer will be randomly decided here. And the number was 126 in total.)