kay...
to hurry things up a bit I deactive my sabre, and pick her up in my arms, so she has to do all the blocking and use the force to get behind the gun so we're save.
"Now, let me see that shot."
*takes Terran's hand away*
(erm... a shot of a laser normally doesn't bleed, so I'm not sure why she's pressuring it)
how bad is it?
You hit one! He goes down, clutching his ribs. The other four guards fire, blowing holes in the human shield. He goes limp.
Those two smash togehter, Kydor, and fall limp, their helmets cracked. A shot wizzes by your head.
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Strange, she is bleeding. It is a hole about the size of a baseball, and you can see the bone, which is scorched.
"Goddamn..." she curses. "Quick, get some bacta out of my belt. We've got to make it stop bleeding..."
"Stupid girl..." Sol-leks says, blocking a few shots coming your way. "She's an Aldoan. The females are sluts and are usually very cautious, due to the fact that they bleed continously until there is first aid applied..."
Still he held the corpse close to him, and quickly leaned to the wall as he continued firing shots at the other guards. Somewhere perhaps in the abyss of his soul, he thanked that someone else was helping, but was more consumed with hatred for the others who weren't doing anything. He even began entertaining the thoughts of killing the others after he and Kydor gets rid of the guards.
While firing, he turned his head to Kydor, and muttered in common, "You should teach me how to do that Fallll-en Jed-iiii..."
*quickly takes bacta from her belt and places it on the wound*
*looks around to find something to bind the wound down*
*rips a part of Terrans already wasted pants or what ever she was wearing and binds the wound*
"That should work for now... we need you in a bacta tank when this is over."
*turns to Sol-Leks*
"If you wish that I didn't hear that last part, you get your fat body to the nearest entrance of the ventilationshaft and start cutting so that everyone can climb in"
You bind the wound, and she thanks you. She stays on the ground though, making sure it is healing. Indeed it is though. Seems that bacta make them heal really fast...
"Are you gonna gang up on me again?" Sol-leks asks. "They're all over there..." He grins maliciously, holding up his blade. He kicks Terran over to the far side of the platform, were she hits her head on a metal crate.
"All alone now. I'll just tell Thajkon that you weren't worthy of his employment or his teachings..."
He pulled the corpse with him as he began running for the cell once more, ducking his head a few times as he saw some of the blasts just whiz passed by him. A few feet from the cell doorway, he dropped the guard, and leapt into the cell, tucking his body in, and rolled on his back, then onto his knee.
The cell you previously broke out of then? Because the rest of them are sealed, and one of them has been shattered by the door.
You sprint, the bolts very nearly hitting you, one grazing your arm. The rest thud into the guard as you toss him behind you, and you dive into the cell. The rest of the shots rebound off the cracked glass of your cell, ricocheting around the room. Nice work!
He growled once more with the tentacles of by his mouth moving about his face as he gets grazed by a bolt on his arm. Turning around, he rolled the pistol to the others, so one of them could use it, and takes hold of his arm, pressing his hand on the wound.
Leaning by the doorway on his knees, he turned slightly and watches as the other guard continue to shoot at him. His chest was rising and descending with every breath, closing his eyes, he extended his hand forward at the desk, and concentrated on it as he tried to get his lightsaber off it.
While Warriors are not good with the Force, there is something about pulling your lightsaber to you that is just so easy. It flies into your hand, where it belongs. Time to go to work, eh Endecano?
Gotwa and Presbyguy are still in the cell, and you'd better give the gun to them. That is their area of expertise.
A grin would appear on his face if it was visible beneath his tentacles as he held his weapon. He took hold of it with both his hands, and wrapped his fingers tightly around it until he found the most comfortable way of holding it. A red blade moved from the rod, nearly a meter and half tall, humming with energy as it appeared.
With hatred consuming his senses, he slowly slips into a cold numbness, his whole conciousness slipping only for the battle at hand. Everything that did not concern the battle became just a blur, while the guards, himself, and the bolts of energy flying about became very visible.
Leaving the pistol to the others, he rolled out of the door way, and started running towards the guards at the same speed, perhaps a little bit faster when he ran up to the other corpse. He used the saber to deflect the bolts, though he was skilled enough to deflect it back, he wanted to use it to sever the guards into several pieces.
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Though even the guards were already killed, he moved over them, and began to sever each limb with surgical precision, separting the limbs from the body in straight lines.
He placed his boot on of the decapitated head, and stood over it like predator succesfully taking down its prey. Slowly his lightsaber withdrew as he dropped his arm to his side, turning his head to Kydor, then looked around at the other cells.
Walking over to the desk, he kicked a few of the limbs away from him and his robes. There, he began looking for a list, looking for the target they were ordered to annhilate. Though he hated doing things for others, he'll do it so as long as its giving him some personal gain, like learning more and strenghtening his already present force abilities.