Fire surrounded him, the remains of the ship he was in had been destroyed from within and all who had accompanied him down here were dead, save for himself. He did not know how he had survived, but now was not the time to ponder on such things as his eyes opened, and he examined his surroundings. He was still intact, but in indescribable pain as he slowly and painfully went to rise to his feet. What felt like an eternity later, he got to his feet while leaning against some hot debris from the ship. He knew he was still deep below the surface of Coruscant, but not sure which level exactly, nor did he care.
Andre was dying and he needed to escape.
He examined himself over once he gained a small moment. Most of his armor and clothes were scorched from his body or burnt into his skin. Half of his mask was missing, with only one eye piece remaining on while the other was flickering. He felt like death, and realized his left arm and right leg were feeling the worst of it. He doubted he could walk out of here on his own, but he was sure as hell going to try. Looking around, he spotted something families in the debris and slowly reached down for it. There, he found two of his weapons had actually survived: His primary lightsaber and primary Enforcer pistol. He attached both to his scorched and nearly broken, but still stable utility belt as he did one last glance at his surroundings.
Relying on his old Jedi teachings, he tried to focus on his wounds, enough to make some of the bleeding stop, but it was clearly not enough. He was in agony, burnt and dying and in need of medical care. Walking away from the burning wreckage in a delayed limp, Andre took every precaution as he could. He didn't know how much time had passed, or if everyone with him was dead. The last thing he remembered was Whisper speaking to him and Andre thanking her for her help, right before she went to leave the ship and-
A voice came from the wreckage, breaking up considerably as Andre froze. The battle was still waging on, and the Sith were winning just as he imagined. Turning back, he walked further away from the wreckage, his right leg suddenly giving away as he collapsed to the ground. He did all he could to not cry in pain, but it was almost too much. He couldn't feel the urge to move his right leg anymore, only pain was emitting from it. Trying to crawl away with only one hand, Andre never got too far before he collapsed fully, face down in the pavement as he tried to move.
Nothing, and soon he drifted away.
His savior would soon be his blight in the end. The path towards the surface formed by those who had survived below here was taken by others. Andre was so blinded by the pain that he had not noticed he had crawled near another ship, one that was not there when he arrived with the other mercs. These were different people, ones who continued to take what they could from below Coruscant before escaping the planet. They like everyone else had received Bastele's message and were getting ready to leave the city below Coruscant. One had stopped, seeing the burnt and broken man before them, rather it was pity or curiosity or even a sick idea he had, the other merc decided to grab Andre as another went to help the nearly dead man onto the ship once the others had stopped scavenging for goods below.
Andre was in darkness, and he felt it around him. Where his body was or where it was destined was unknown to him. As the ship took off and started it's long accent back to the surface, Andre felt even more pain within him. He could feel something was going on around him, and he felt it on the mercs around him as well. Something was happening to the people around him, the various people on Coruscant and to life itself here, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, it had Andre worried.
There was yelling on the ship, mainly one merc telling the pilot to hurry as it flew through the layers of Coruscant before arriving to the surface and making a mad dash towards the surface. It was close, and he swore he felt atleast a few of the mercs around him fade, as if they had just dropped dead or near death. Bastele's message was no exaggeration at all, and whatever the Sith were doing, it was destroying Coruscant and all it held. He did not wake for the longest time, but when he would, he would never be the same man as before. No one on Coruscant would be, and rather it be luck, the will of the Force or just the pilot's skill on evading the Sith, Andre had escaped the doomed world at a terrible price.
Andre was dying and he needed to escape.
He examined himself over once he gained a small moment. Most of his armor and clothes were scorched from his body or burnt into his skin. Half of his mask was missing, with only one eye piece remaining on while the other was flickering. He felt like death, and realized his left arm and right leg were feeling the worst of it. He doubted he could walk out of here on his own, but he was sure as hell going to try. Looking around, he spotted something families in the debris and slowly reached down for it. There, he found two of his weapons had actually survived: His primary lightsaber and primary Enforcer pistol. He attached both to his scorched and nearly broken, but still stable utility belt as he did one last glance at his surroundings.
Relying on his old Jedi teachings, he tried to focus on his wounds, enough to make some of the bleeding stop, but it was clearly not enough. He was in agony, burnt and dying and in need of medical care. Walking away from the burning wreckage in a delayed limp, Andre took every precaution as he could. He didn't know how much time had passed, or if everyone with him was dead. The last thing he remembered was Whisper speaking to him and Andre thanking her for her help, right before she went to leave the ship and-
A voice came from the wreckage, breaking up considerably as Andre froze. The battle was still waging on, and the Sith were winning just as he imagined. Turning back, he walked further away from the wreckage, his right leg suddenly giving away as he collapsed to the ground. He did all he could to not cry in pain, but it was almost too much. He couldn't feel the urge to move his right leg anymore, only pain was emitting from it. Trying to crawl away with only one hand, Andre never got too far before he collapsed fully, face down in the pavement as he tried to move.
Nothing, and soon he drifted away.
His savior would soon be his blight in the end. The path towards the surface formed by those who had survived below here was taken by others. Andre was so blinded by the pain that he had not noticed he had crawled near another ship, one that was not there when he arrived with the other mercs. These were different people, ones who continued to take what they could from below Coruscant before escaping the planet. They like everyone else had received Bastele's message and were getting ready to leave the city below Coruscant. One had stopped, seeing the burnt and broken man before them, rather it was pity or curiosity or even a sick idea he had, the other merc decided to grab Andre as another went to help the nearly dead man onto the ship once the others had stopped scavenging for goods below.
Andre was in darkness, and he felt it around him. Where his body was or where it was destined was unknown to him. As the ship took off and started it's long accent back to the surface, Andre felt even more pain within him. He could feel something was going on around him, and he felt it on the mercs around him as well. Something was happening to the people around him, the various people on Coruscant and to life itself here, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, it had Andre worried.
There was yelling on the ship, mainly one merc telling the pilot to hurry as it flew through the layers of Coruscant before arriving to the surface and making a mad dash towards the surface. It was close, and he swore he felt atleast a few of the mercs around him fade, as if they had just dropped dead or near death. Bastele's message was no exaggeration at all, and whatever the Sith were doing, it was destroying Coruscant and all it held. He did not wake for the longest time, but when he would, he would never be the same man as before. No one on Coruscant would be, and rather it be luck, the will of the Force or just the pilot's skill on evading the Sith, Andre had escaped the doomed world at a terrible price.