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All hell had broken loose on Coruscant, and Phiro felt like it was his fault. He had been charged to bring his brother back, and he'd lost him to a Sith cult. And now this was happening, the Temple was burning, and the Jedi were on the run. Phiro felt like this was his fault, his problem, something he should have changed, stopped. He felt like he should have done something. He called to the pilot of the ship, a man named Destro Vulcanis. He'd only too eagerly signed up for this job, and volunteered this ship, the Wolf Fang for the job. Phiro sighed as he heard the hails. He had to protect the younglings, the future padawans, the future knights. It was his duty to stand and fight for those that couldn't, and he had to do that, or die trying. If only Draco were here, at his side. Surely he could turn the tide, one thing that Draco seemed to notice was that the further Draco fell, the more he embraced the traditions of the Mandalorians. He fought like them, wore their father's armor, he could tell he wanted to become one so badly, that he would join his worst enemies, if only to gain strength to prove himself. Phiro shook the thought from his head as he walked to the ramp of the light freighter.
His battle armor shown softly as the ramp opened, and the young Jedi Knight readied himself to drop. He called to the pilot.
"Cover the younglings, they are the mission,"
"Yes sir," he paused as he switched on the loudspeaker system for his ship "This is Air Smuggler, would all Jedi younglings proceed to the giant floating thing in an orderly fashion, and please don't push or shove, there is plenty of room for everyone," He called out sarcastically, and the underside gun began to open fire on the Sith Trooper positions, the blaster cannons reporting loudly as they tore into their cover "Oh and before I forget, let me please remind all you Sith troops out there to keep your heads down, or so help my copilot, he'll knock them down," The pilot sounded madly calm as he spoke, which was a little unnerving.
Phiro ran down the ramp, and stood at the edge. He surveyed the situation quickly, and then with a force leap, he catapulted across the empty space to the landing deck. Mid flight, he activated his twin lightsabers, and moved quickly to assist the padawan. He shouted at the top of his lungs at the younglings as they cowered in cover, ushering them to move forward. The Mandalorians had got a couple pot shots out at him, but if they didn't miss, Phiro deflected them as he moved to the padawan's side.
"Your ride is here, move now, I'll cover,"
With that he took a combat ready stance, his twin blades humming as he assumed his hybrid form. It was almost a perfect match for Draco's, except that it was with two blades, not one, and was much more aggressive and graceful. He deftly deflected several more oncoming blaster shots as he awaited for the eventual assault of the Sith Acolytes, and maybe the Sorcerer if he so pleased, which would definitely get interesting quick if he had to fight two of them plus the Sorcerer.
His battle armor shown softly as the ramp opened, and the young Jedi Knight readied himself to drop. He called to the pilot.
"Cover the younglings, they are the mission,"
"Yes sir," he paused as he switched on the loudspeaker system for his ship "This is Air Smuggler, would all Jedi younglings proceed to the giant floating thing in an orderly fashion, and please don't push or shove, there is plenty of room for everyone," He called out sarcastically, and the underside gun began to open fire on the Sith Trooper positions, the blaster cannons reporting loudly as they tore into their cover "Oh and before I forget, let me please remind all you Sith troops out there to keep your heads down, or so help my copilot, he'll knock them down," The pilot sounded madly calm as he spoke, which was a little unnerving.
Phiro ran down the ramp, and stood at the edge. He surveyed the situation quickly, and then with a force leap, he catapulted across the empty space to the landing deck. Mid flight, he activated his twin lightsabers, and moved quickly to assist the padawan. He shouted at the top of his lungs at the younglings as they cowered in cover, ushering them to move forward. The Mandalorians had got a couple pot shots out at him, but if they didn't miss, Phiro deflected them as he moved to the padawan's side.
"Your ride is here, move now, I'll cover,"
With that he took a combat ready stance, his twin blades humming as he assumed his hybrid form. It was almost a perfect match for Draco's, except that it was with two blades, not one, and was much more aggressive and graceful. He deftly deflected several more oncoming blaster shots as he awaited for the eventual assault of the Sith Acolytes, and maybe the Sorcerer if he so pleased, which would definitely get interesting quick if he had to fight two of them plus the Sorcerer.