Hurry Up! We Are leaving!

[Sisk_Renelo]

Coruscant
GA Barracks: Corellian District
4 Hours After Shield Failure​

Vin swung his silver blade, catching the screaming bolt and sending it on a return course to the Imperial Soldier who had fired it. There was a choked gurgle, and the man collapsed into a heap. vin swung again, a quick diagonal strike, and the top bisected half of another Imperial slid from the dead man and hit the ground with a wet thump. A pile of bodies was heaped around the Jedi, and his robes were flecked with blood. This was not his preferred task. Not at all. The negotiation table was where he belonged, but he had promised these men he would get them off of the planet, or at least as many as he could. So far, he had defended 23 transports, each of them lifting off with between 150-1000 men. He didn't know if they had all made it past the blockade, but the pilots were good, and he was sure they had their flight paths planned out well in advance.

The last transport was loading, and it was going to be packed bulkhead to bulkhead with men. Several soldiers who had volunteered to cover their comrades were around him, hidden behind cover in good firing position. The landing pad that they had selected only had one entrance. A narrow bottleneck that funneled the advancing soldiers into a deadly crossfire, and so far, Vin had counted at least 100 Imperials dead for his 6 casualties. Not bad. A GA soldier dropped the last Imperial, and then after several seconds, called the all clear. Vin turned his blade off, and shook his head. He was getting tired. They had maybe 20 minutes left until they absolutely had to leave.

With a weary hand, Vin raised his commlink, and sent out a planet wide message, coded in Alliance Battle Speak. //Message to all Alliance personnel, this is Knight Galen. In twenty minutes, the last Alliance Transport in this district will be lifting off. If you want a ride, make your way to the following coordinates...// Vin rattled off a stream of numbers, and then turned off the commlink. He turned back to the soldiers. "I'm sure they heard that and triangulated it. Get ready for more trouble."

 

[Lord Pane]

Rowan awoke to a beeping noisy. Stirring awake from slumber, his head begins to throb. "Ow," he angrily mumbled. He checks his person and finds that everything is intact. No missing limbs or exposed organs. He knew today would be a good day. He looks around, he observes his surroundings. He had been on his way to the Galactic Market and had taken a taxi. His most hated form of transport besides space shuttle. He sees the taxi nowhere in site. After a brief search, he stumbles upon the taxi. It had received heavy repeater fire, with armor piercing ordnance. "Must have been a hell of a hit," he exclaimed. The beeping noise continues and he notices it is coming from his communicator inside the taxi. He quickly grabs the communicator and plays the message. //Message to all Alliance personnel, this is Knight Galen. In twenty minutes, the last Alliance Transport in this district will be lifting off. If you want a ride, make your way to the following coordinates...//

Rowan quickly examines his surroundings, he was not anywhere near the given coordinates. In anger, he smashes the hood of the taxi and shouts "If only I knew anything about mechanics." He rushes around and notices an old abandoned taxi. With an exasperated look on his face, he remarks "I hate flying." Rowan quickly mounts the taxi and with the grace of a hutt dancer tries his best to make it to the coordinates. He would have to hurry to catch his flight.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

With a grunt, Vin threw the last Imperial soldier over the edge of the pad with the Force. The blood on the ground with missing bodies would be much more unsettling than piles of bodies. Anything that caused the imps to pause would be a good thing, any extra time could save another life. Several of the GA soldiers, along with a small group of commandos, were restringing traps and planting new ordinance. Anything that came through that wasn't GA or Jedi were going to get a whole new exit tore in their backside. Vin pressed his hand to his ear, the small bead earpiece he wore tuned in to the GA band feeding him reports. It was becoming even more grim, reports of being overrun, atrocities committed by the Sith, and even citizens turning against the very men and women who had sworn to protect them. Chaos ruled Coruscant, just like in Vin's visions.

He checked his chrono, and noted the time. 14 minutes until lift off. The small readout next to it was being fed reports from the captain of the ship, and it said that they still had capacity for another 347 souls. Counting himself and the men who were on the pad with him, it brought that number down to 321. There just weren't enough ships to evacuate everyone. A slight twinge reached him through the Force, and he grimaced, turning to the men and waving them towards their cover spaces. "Gentlemen, we are about to have company! Everyone take position!" With this, Vin took a stance in the middle of the platform, a lure to any soldiers that might come through the pass. His unfamiliar armor, pulled from the armory just hours earlier, was to snug through his waist. It was chafing. Badly.

He breathed deeply, and shrugged his shoulders, igniting the silver blade out to his side as he waited, for either friend or foe.

 

[Lord Pane]

En-Route to the landing pad Rowan notices a small family of three surrounded by five looters. Every part of his body knew that time was short and he would have to hurry to make it. However, even with all this he knew he could never live with himself if he didn't stop and help them. Rowan jerks the steering column towards the spot where the family was entrapped. He didn't have a blaster, lightsaber or anything on him. His only saving grace was the fact that the looters had no blasters or vibroblades. Simple pipes and shafts from rubble and machinery was their weapons of choice. Not extremely terrifying to a civilian let alone a Jedi Padawan.

Rowan nearly hits two of the looters with his less than graceful piloting skills. In terror, three of the thugs flee. The final two were quickly dispatched with a simple force push throwing one of them back and scaring the other one to retreat. Rowan Sull shouts to the family "Quickly, get in before they decide to come back with friends." The mother, father and their small girl no more than six years old hesitate for a moment, then jump in the taxi. He had wasted too much time. Rowan proceeds to the coordinates relayed by the previous message.

Rowan and the family arrive near the landing pad specified. However, upon landing they notice a small group Imperial soldiers and what appeared to be their Sith leader. Rowan noticed a portion of the shuttle they needed to board. The light of the fading sun made it easy to spot and also helped to mask their own landing. He could see no entrance besides the one right through the militant squad ahead. No weapon and no backup. He knew a direct confrontation would result in nothing but defeat. He preferred combat training and sparring. Anything was better than waiting. He signals to the family to stay in the taxi and be quiet. He gives the girl a look of reassurance that she would be safe. Training was not going to help him now. Instinct was all he had. Rowan notices a small blaster left behind by a dead imperial trooper. It was way off, far beyond his reach and too out in the open to make a break to retrieve.

Just as he was about to make a split second decision the Sith begins to move. Leading the group away from the blaster and out of eyesight up the ramp to the shuttle. His move had to be now or never. He breaks for the blaster, grabs it and tumbles to a nearby shuttle for cover. In an attempt to reestablish contact, Rowan reaches inside his robes only to find his communicator was missing. He must have lost it when he had landed to assist the family. He checks inside the small snub fighter and notices a communicator. Today, was a great day indeed he might be able to rescue this family after all. Without another moment of hesitation, Rowan grabs the communicator, fumbles around the controls but eventually makes it to the Galactic Alliance Emergency Channel. "Anyone who can here me I am Rowan Sull Jedi Padawan, I have a family trapped with me outside the entrance to the landing pad. A small group of soldiers lead by a Sith is on their way to the entrance of the dock. The family is safe and I am going to proceed to the ramp and try to outflank the enemy." He knew he couldn't take them on. However, if the enemy engaged whatever forces still remain at the dock, first, he could provide deadly crossfire with his blaster and catch them off in a pincer tactic. It was the only hope he and the family had to survive.

Rowan Sull leaves the safety behind his cover. He moves low, he moves fast. Every second wasted is a second for failure. He rushes to the family in the taxi. "Stay here. You are going to here lots of blaster fire. I will secure the route ahead. As soon as you are able and the firing stops, make your way for that shuttle there." He points to the glaring wing of the shuttle. The father answers, "I understand." Nodding in affirmation Rowan again moves quickly in his low crouched position. Making his way toward the shuttle he begins to think.

All he had experienced up till now was training in safe environments. He was never in any real danger. However, at this very moment he knew. He was in the most real danger he has ever experienced. No teenager would ever be asked to fight in a battle. He had to though, not just for his sake. There was a little girl who depended on his success. That alone gave him the drive and determination to go through with the plan. He couldn't fail. He refused to fail. Failure was not an option anymore. This was his reality. As cruel as it was, he came to grips with the fear. He nears the enemy squad ahead of him.They were moving slowly for him to have caught up to them. Rowan moves slower and slower till he stops behind a nearby container just large enough for his smaller frame. The enemy looked ready to pounce, he was ready to pounce. A moment of relaxation and he focused in on his objective. Win at all costs. His pupils dilated, his expression became stern and he was ready. Now was the time....

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Vin felt a twinge through the Force. Another group was coming. But there was another presence there, one that had not touched corruption. And others. Civilians, it seemed. With a small wave of his hand, he motioned the soldiers to stay where they were, and quietly moved forward, his blade disengaged, his footsteps silent. As he moved through the carefully selected cordon, he spotted them, a small group of Sith soldiers, no more than platoon strength, and a young Jedi, a Chiss by the look of him, bearing down on the group with a fiery look in his eyes.

A curse escaped his throat, and he called upon the Force, quickening his movements. A burst of speed brought him close to the soldiers, and with a hum, his silver blade sprang to life. He twisted his wrist, a very basic strike, and cleaved through two of the soldiers, bringing the rest to face him, the much closer threat. A wave of his hand sent two away, spiraling through the sky and off the edge if the abyss. With utter calm and grace, he fought, dancing between blades and blasters, removing limbs and ending lives where needed.

He raised his voice, to allow the other to hear. "Get the civilians to the pad! Let them know you're a Jedi before you clear the cordon!"

 

[Lord Pane]

Rowan's plan had been thrown into chaos. His priority became rescuing the family first and foremost. He fires his blaster wildly, landing a crippling blow on the back of an Imperial soldier located in the rear guard. Rowan falls back further and further until he regroups with the civilian family. He shouts to them, "Come on, we are getting out of here right now." The father says to his family "Come on honey, we have to go now." The father scoops up his young daughter and grabs his wife's hand and makes a mad break for the landing pad. Rowan leads the pack, blaster raised ready to engage any and all enemies. He arrived at the skirmish to notice the Sith had remained out of the fight up until now. Vin Galan was continuing to carve a bloody swatch through the group of troops.

Rowan could not stop to help, not yet at least. The father sticks close to Rowan, but even with his close proximity to the Jedi a stray blaster landed on his arm and he drops his young girl. "Ow, sweetie. No!" Rowan froze in his place and turns to the young child. Without another thought he runs and retrieves the girl from the floor. He sweeps her up in his left arm and wildly fires into the mass of troops and hits another trooper. The father was injured but still able to move. With the aid of his wife they continued on to the shuttle. As the party nears the cordon Rowan shouts out, "Don't shoot, I am a Jedi Padawan with a group of civilians." The captain shouts, "Hold your fire, let them pass!" Rowan gets the family inside the safety of the shuttle and he leaves the little girl to the care of her mother. As Rowan returns to help Vin dispatch the remainder of the troops the girl calls out,"Don't go!" Rowan turns his head, smiles and says, "I will be right back." After that, he exits the confides of the shuttle and returns to the landing pad. He hears the continuation of blaster fire and lightsaber buzzes. Rowan dashes towards the sound. He notices Vin finishing the last trooper with a massive jab to the jugular. The only enemy left was the Sith. The enemy force user looks up with his piercing yellow eyes. "Prepare yourself, Jedi!" The Sith calls to the two Jedi. Rowan with his blaster and Vin with his lightsaber readied themselves for a true fight. Rowan looks at Vin and nods. This fight would test the mettle of both Rowan and Vin. Rowan raises his blaster and prepares to fire.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Vin shook his head slowly. The initiate had come back out. It was a bad move. Vin didn't know him, didn't know how he fought, how he moved. All he was going to do was get in the way. And against a Sith Crusader, it would make things complicated. If it had been Vin by himself, he could have removed the Sith in 6 moves, but the presence of the Chiss changed the equation. His saber hummed, loud in the relative stillness, and the hum of the Sith's blade answered, seeming sinister in its pitch.

With a spin of his blade, Vin dropped into the fourth stance of Makashi, an aggressive stance, meant to end a fight with another blade user quickly. Calling upon the Force, allowing it to build up within him, and his eyes began to glow, an outer sign of his connection. With a burst of energy, Vin was across the pad, his legs lent blinding speed by the power of the Force. His blade flashed, beginning a complicated kata called the Blade Dancer. It was the best choice Vin could think of with the inexperienced initiate at his back. His senses were extended, trying to keep the young Chiss within his notice. A blaster bolt in the wrong place could ruin his day very, very quickly.

 

[Lord Pane]

Vin dashed forward with a wild might. The gap closed between the two combatants quickly. Rowan had no chance to take a shot. Even if he had a chance, blasters are much like bringing a rock to a sword fight. He couldn't hope to injure his comrade with a stray fire. Vin was the only real chance they had. Rowan lowered his blaster slightly away from the fight. He never once took his eyes off his targets, and never once remove his hand from the blasters trigger.

The fight would be one on one but Rowan would not leave Vin behind. He kept a safe distance. He wouldn't allow the Sith to make a move on him or near him. He would only be used as leverage against his ally. Rowan was inexperienced when it came to lightsaber fights but knew enough about combat to know when he was out of his league. If Vin was threatened or on the verge of losing he would act. Not a second before.

Rowan watched from a long and safe distance just as Vin and the Sith's lightsabers connected in a massive flash of lights, sparks and shimmers of noise rivaling the clash of thunder. This fight would be over quickly, but who the victor would be would depend on Knight Galan. Rowan could only watch and hope for the best.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Vin dropped into the Force, allowing it to flow through his body, taking over his limbs and his actions, allowing it to burn through him. The darkness was strong, but it could be burned away by the light. He moved gracefully, every strike used to lead into the next, every riposte a lesson in mastery. The Sith was putting up an admirable fight, but Vin was better, and was quickly wearing away the defenses of the dark force user.

With a quick spin and underhand strike, Vin took the Sith's right hand, leaving a cauterized stump as the hand grasping the lightsaber tumbled over the edge of the platform. A look of shock crossed over the Force User's face, and Vin kicked out, planting his boot in the middle of the torso plate, sending the Sith stumbling backwards. He could feel a surge of dark energy start to build in the injured Sith. Wounded animals always lashed out with everything they had left, and that's exactly what the Sith was. A wounded animal. Vin cried out to the young initiate standing across the pad.

"Shoot him! Put him down!"

 

[AutoFox]

In an alcove at the edge of the landing pad, a small being heard Vin's call, briefly looking over his shoulder at the battle raging behind him. Quickly deciding he did not want any more part in it than he had already, he turned away, hunching back over to resume his work. From behind his left ear dangled a long coiled wire, which trailed down to the scomp link port of a small computer terminal.
So far the young rodent's day was not going well.
Frex Calix had originally come to Coruscant in search of his family; upon hearing of the Alliance defeat at Alsakan, he had known that Coruscant would be the next target. He had arrived on-planet just ahead of a massive Sith invasion force. His goal had been to find and evacuate his parents and siblings; unfortunately, that had proved unfeasible. According to those in his old neighborhood he had met, they had moved to a different part of the planet some time ago, though they hadn't told anyone exactly where.
Frex knew that with only that information to go on, it was statistically impossible to find them before the Sith arrived; at the time, their fleet had been reported as being inbound. The space battle was raging by the time the young slicer had attempted to leave, and he had been chased back into the atmosphere by several Imperial fighters. Their attacks had damaged his repulsorlifts, and he had only just been able to make a controlled landing at an Alliance garrison.
From there, everything had been more or less a blur.
Frex's ship, the White Noise, was temporarily grounded. It sat at the opposite end of the landing pad, several of the more courageous Alliance technicians in the base and Frex's two maintenance droids working fiendishly to try and repair the anti-grav systems so that it could take off again. Nobody was sure the repairs would work, of course, and so few considered it a realistic option for leaving the planet.
Frex held out hope, though, and since those working on the vessel were in general far more qualified than himself, the slicer had volunteered his services in another way.
He gritted his teeth, fingers stabbing at the terminal's keyboard, and that of his portable, which he had connected as well in order to lend its significant processing power to the task at hand.
Whoever this guy is, he's good!
Frex was patched into the garrison's extensive computer network, performing the necessary task of deleting the huge databases of strategic information stored within it. At first it had been simple enough; flash-clearing the various servers was fairly mindless work. Frex hadn't enjoyed it when people had started shooting near his terminal, but he had trusted the Alliance soldiers and Jedi (Jedi!) to keep him safe.
Now he wasn't so sure, and not because of the blaster fire coming perilously close.
Somewhere in the levels below, an Imperial slicer had gotten his spike into the network, and had begun attempting to dump the contents of the un-wiped computer systems. Frex had been able to stop him, but in the process had given away the fact that there was another slicer online.
From there, things had gotten ugly.
The two had spent the better part of 5 minutes rapid-firing anti-slicer programs back and forth, attempting to wreck the others equipment or boot them off the network. To Frex especially, it was a dangerous game; while he had thus far held off the Imperial's attacks, some of his "equipment" was wired directly into his brain.
While this gave him faster response times, it also made him vulnerable in a way his opponent was not.
Reaching up, he wiped his grey-furred brow, plucking a datacard from his pocket in the process and slotting it into the drive behind his right ear.
Chew on some of this, why don't'cha!
Things were escalating quickly, on and off the network, and Frex new he had to end it fast...

 

[Lord Pane]

Hastily, Rowan ran forward and as soon as he was close and had an opening he opened fired continuously. The first few shots grazed the target or singed the borders of his armor. Rowan did not let up he slowly walked forward keeping his gun arm steady and not letting up on his barrage. More and more shots began to land on the plate armor of the Sith, the dark force user began to feel the ferocity of the Padawan. The dark force users life began to fade and he fell to his face and caressed the ground before him in the most ungraceful way.

The battle was over or at the least this particular duel. The group had not escaped yet. Rowan nods to Vin and says "Thank you for that, if you weren't here I would be a dead man and so would those civilians. My name is, Rowan Sull I was leaving the Jedi temple and got shot down en route to the Galactic Market." Rowan quickly turned his head and observed his surroundings in a rapid recognition of everything. "Let's get out of here. We don't need to waste anymore time, we delayed long enough." Just as he finished his sentence, there was a couple of explosions coming from nearby. Whatever was about to happen next could be even more of a challenge than the Sith they just faced. Time to make their next move.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Vin shook his head. "Right now I don't care who you are or where you're from. Their are far more important things at stake." He held up his hand to forestall any reply, and raised his commlink to his lips. //To all GA defenders of barracks complex Aurek, this is Knight Galan. Final transport lifts in 13 minutes. We can not wait any longer. Make your way to the pad and prepare to depart.// He cut the link, and turned to the young Chiss. "If you want to make yourself useful, go through the barracks and find any stragglers. Get them to take only what they need and get them to the pad. We need to get off this planet." Vin turned, and began to clear the pad of bodies with the Force. As he worked, he quickly explained. "If we remove the signs of struggle, it makes it much less likely that other groups will notice our hiding place. And if they know where we are, the lack of bodies is disconcerting, which gives us an advantage."

As he dropped the last body off the side, he began to move back to the pad, before a thought struck his mind, and he turned and tossed a datachip to the Chiss. "That contains a map of the barracks complex. If anyone gives you trouble, mention my name. Now go!"

 

[AutoFox]

Frex gritted his teeth, the datacard in his head ejecting with a click. Quickly, he removed it and slotted in a new one, sending a new burst of code into the network while the last one kept the enemy slicer busy.
Outrun this you kark!
The first program had been Frex's best spiker, a piece of software designed to tie up his opponent's connection and keep him from logging off or changing his access point. So far as Frex could tell, it had worked, and now came phase two.
Frex could sense a surge of power through the network, discharging through a socket in the lower levels.
The young slicer grinned to himself as he felt the enemy's presence in the network disappear. He could almost smell the ozone tang and acrid scent of scorched plastic that must have been filling the corridor as the intruder's equipment fried.
Frex didn't allow himself to get cocky, however; quickly, he sent a command to seal the garrison's computer links and terminal interfaces, ensuring that he would have no more distractions as he continued his work. Time, indeed, was short.
But before he could begin working again, however, Frex felt a tingle, and the familiar sensation of something downloading through his interface...
He cursed.
"You Impie BASTARD!"
Desperately, Frex ripped his scomp link out of the terminal, just in time to see a flash of electricity dance and crackle across the socket. Stumbling, he fell backward onto the duracrete, clutching his temples, his eyes clenched shut and his muscles and convulsing as he tried desperately to purge his implants of whatever software had been dumped into it.
Dead Hand program! I am an idiot!
For a brief, terrifying moment, the young rodent felt his extremities go numb, while his brain seemed to be working at a million miles a second. Blindly, Frex groped through his bandolier, pulling a datacard from it and jamming it roughly into the slot.
Icy relief quickly spread through Frex's body as the purge software scrubbed his memory of the malicious program, which had been designed to take "revenge" after its uploader was booted from a network. Normally used to disable computer systems by scrambling drivers and rendering most of their hardware inert, it was especially devastating against cyborgs such as Frex.
Sitting up, the slicer panted, his heart-beat resuming its normal rhythms as he recovered.
Gritting his teeth, he stood, stumbling back over to the terminal and loading in a datacard. Almost immediately, the system began to start corrupting itself; unwilling to risk another personal attack, Frex had abandoned subtlety and simply uploaded a program that would scrub the network by frying its internal memory.
The subtle approach was getting boring anyway.
Turning, he shouted to the Jedi who appeared to be in charge of the defenders; Frex hadn't bothered to learn his name. After all this was over, however, he resolved to buy the man a drink, wherever they ended up.
"Sir! I've finished purging the network! There's nothing left for the Sith to find after we leave this place..."
Tensely, the rodent looked back at his ship.
I just hope I don't wind up eating those words if I can't leave, and they get a hold of me!

 

[Lord Pane]

The map of the military complex was elaborate and difficult to decipher. After, glancing through the design Rowan raised his head nodded to the Jedi Knight and acknowledge his following duty. The young Chiss made his way down the entry ramp and onto the highway of walkways that led to the barracks. Making his way through the carnage of battle that had transpired outside in the courtyard, he arrived at the main entrance to the barracks. The door was singed by blaster fire and seemed inoperable however, it was stuck in an open position. The opening was large enough for him and even a average adult human to enter into. He made his was into the barracks and saw the dimmer of lights and the spark of exposed wires. The room was littered with bodies of ally and enemy soldiers. He made his way down the main corridor outlined by the map. Most of the doors in the complex were blown up by blaster fire, explosives and other forces. There seemed to be no sign of life in the main areas.

Rowan once again looked at the datachip and noticed a few defensible spots not along the main corridor. Rowan takes one of these hallways and follows it around the complex. He stumbles upon a smaller courtyard which had sparring pits and hand-to-hand combat training areas. He notices a pile of corpses seemingly arranged like a barricade or wall. Crouched, Rowan moves in closer to see if there were any survivors behind the wall. Upon getting close to the wall he peers behind and there is no one left.

This base was deserted. Rowan knew if he didn't move fast he may be it's only inhabitant. Stealthily but quickly Rowan breaks for the main entrance to the barracks. Weaving in and out of the side corridors he followed, he finally arrives at the main corridor. The straight main corridor he followed all the way to the entrance of the blasted entry which he already used once. He proceeds through the entryway and goes outside into the Coruscant air. "Galan should be told of the condition of the barracks and the status of any remaining survivors," he thought aloud. He reaches in his utility belt for the scavenged communicator. After a brief pause, he thinks to himself. Broadcasting my location on a open or even a closed Galactic Alliance or even emergency channel could spell bad news. He had no back up and no real means to defend himself against an ambush. He slips the communicator back in his belt and makes a break for the landing pad. He arrives back at the landing pad and reports what he found to Galan.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Vin listened to the reports, and heaved a sigh of relief. "Than it's time to go. Something is coming, and I fear that if we don't leave now, we won't" A pounding was beginning in the back of his skull, and was slowly but steadily becoming more painful. He could feel the darkness coming that would envelop this world, and sheath the light inside its blackness. With a heavy step, he turned to the squad holding the pad. "Everyone load up! We are leaving!" He turned back to the small slicer, and bowed his head. I'm afraid that without the repairs completed, all we can do is tow your vessel with us. Thank you for your help, my friend. The records contained here were far to dangerous to be allowed to fall into enemy hands."

 

[AutoFox]

Frex saluted the Jedi; he wasn't formally part of the military, but it seemed the right thing to do.
"All in a day's work." He replied, collecting his equipment from around the terminal and closing his portable. "And if you can tractor me into the air, I should be alright; my ship's antigrav is shot, but the engines still work, and I can escape the atmosphere on a hard burn."
Gritting his teeth, he looked up as several Alliance fighters streaked overhead, followed shortly by a quartet of Imperial ships. The young slicer did not envy those fighting the space battle around the planet; still, his ship's suite of jammers would probably enable him to avoid the worst of it.
Sliding his portable's strap over his shoulder, he dashed for his ship, waving.
"Good luck to you! I know it's going to be rough from here on out!"