“And always be prepared for a fight.” Vahn stated, gesturing vaguely towards his lightsaber as he allowed the two Jedi to move in ahead of him.
Vahn slowly came to regret his suggestion. The vents were wide enough to allow him to slowly edge through them, but by the Force was it a tight squeeze at times as he kept Ralta tucked under his arm like an overblown kickball. Nonetheless, he kept pace with the two Jedi, holding up the rear as he made sure Isen managed to get ahead of Rishe. Best for the two knights to hold the forward and rear guard.
“First gate isn’t far.” Vahn said after a short while, and he would have continued if the trio of Jedi didn’t stop before the impaled ceiling vent. “Well that’s inauspicious,” Vahn said as he observed the impaled body. His eyes flicked down the passage. There was a faint, blinking red light below an irised hatch some ten yards off down the vent, just barely visible in the darkness. That would lead past the first gate and they could drop down.
“Go, girl, do your magic” Vahn said after a moment, and softly shoved her down the gap in the ventilation shaft around the body pinned with that spear. He focused, drawing on the Force to guide her through the narrow passage so that at least she didn’t go bouncing off the walls and create a terrible racket. There was eventually a soft bleeping from the far end of the shaft as she went to work slicing into the hatch.
“Excuse me.” Vahn said as he squeezed his way past the two other Jedi, and braced himself in the vent with one arm on the ceiling, his boots on the paneling below. The poor bastard had been dead a while, but perhaps there was still something to learn. He leaned down and started rifling through the corpse’s clothing, pockets, anything that could give him some info. As he searched, he kept his lightsaber fixed on the body. Just in case.
After a short while, he leaned back into a crouch, and examined a spread of broad silver coins arrayed between his knuckles. He’d found them amongst a pile stashed in a hidden pocket.
“Guy’s loaded with wupiupi. What is so much Hutt currency doing so far up in the galactic north?” he asked.
Moments later, the hatch yawned open, and Ralta gave a short, bleating whine. The shaft ended just beyond, with a ladder leading down to the floor below just behind the locked gate leading into the rest of the station.
“Well. Good news first. She got the hatch open. Bad news is that she says there’s something moving down there. No clue what,” he added grimly, and performed a brief moulinette around his wrist with his dormant saber. He rolled his shoulders, and took a calming breath.
Vahn slowly came to regret his suggestion. The vents were wide enough to allow him to slowly edge through them, but by the Force was it a tight squeeze at times as he kept Ralta tucked under his arm like an overblown kickball. Nonetheless, he kept pace with the two Jedi, holding up the rear as he made sure Isen managed to get ahead of Rishe. Best for the two knights to hold the forward and rear guard.
“First gate isn’t far.” Vahn said after a short while, and he would have continued if the trio of Jedi didn’t stop before the impaled ceiling vent. “Well that’s inauspicious,” Vahn said as he observed the impaled body. His eyes flicked down the passage. There was a faint, blinking red light below an irised hatch some ten yards off down the vent, just barely visible in the darkness. That would lead past the first gate and they could drop down.
“Go, girl, do your magic” Vahn said after a moment, and softly shoved her down the gap in the ventilation shaft around the body pinned with that spear. He focused, drawing on the Force to guide her through the narrow passage so that at least she didn’t go bouncing off the walls and create a terrible racket. There was eventually a soft bleeping from the far end of the shaft as she went to work slicing into the hatch.
“Excuse me.” Vahn said as he squeezed his way past the two other Jedi, and braced himself in the vent with one arm on the ceiling, his boots on the paneling below. The poor bastard had been dead a while, but perhaps there was still something to learn. He leaned down and started rifling through the corpse’s clothing, pockets, anything that could give him some info. As he searched, he kept his lightsaber fixed on the body. Just in case.
After a short while, he leaned back into a crouch, and examined a spread of broad silver coins arrayed between his knuckles. He’d found them amongst a pile stashed in a hidden pocket.
“Guy’s loaded with wupiupi. What is so much Hutt currency doing so far up in the galactic north?” he asked.
Moments later, the hatch yawned open, and Ralta gave a short, bleating whine. The shaft ended just beyond, with a ladder leading down to the floor below just behind the locked gate leading into the rest of the station.
“Well. Good news first. She got the hatch open. Bad news is that she says there’s something moving down there. No clue what,” he added grimly, and performed a brief moulinette around his wrist with his dormant saber. He rolled his shoulders, and took a calming breath.