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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1649858" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p>RgB: Short update today. Longer one tonight...</p><p>----------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>Toba’s ears rang. He shook his head, feeling disoriented, and realized that all was dark and silent. </p><p></p><p>“The swamp being dark tonight,” he said aloud, sitting up in his mud burrow. “Quiet, too. No tchi-tshi bugs out tonight.” </p><p></p><p>When his head cleared the top of the trench, he realized where he was. A second wave of droids made their way through the blast door and the rocket launching droids were reloading. Blaster bolts zinged over his head and he ducked back into the trench, seeing Arani for the first time. She lay crumpled on the other side of the maintenance trench, her back a crisscross of oozing, burned wounds. Toba checked the load on his blaster. Empty. He reached for Arani’s and recoiled. The weapon was still hot from the explosion and mostly melted into useless slag. The gleam of silver from her belt caught his eye. One more det canister. The Gungan snatched it and peered over the lip of the trench. The droids were gathering into ranks for another assault. He stripped the packing case from the canister and keyed the timer. Dragging Arani toward him, he threw her over his shoulder and started the timer. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>In the confusion, Rann willed his lightsaber to his hand and swiped Dietre’s blade away, kicking out at her feet. The dark one collapsed with a yell, and the padawan rolled to stand and leapt to the top of the Polestar. From here, he could see Toba struggling to lift Arani, though he did not see Sia-Lann and her opponent. A flash of red caught his eye and Dietre landed nearby. </p><p></p><p>“You don’t think you could escape so easily, do you?” she growled, stepping carefully over the uneven hull of the ship. </p><p></p><p>Rann blew a sigh and brought his blade to guard, backing away. He was exhausted. The waves of anger flowing off of the dark Jedi’s mind made it hard to think. His grasp of the Force felt tenuous. She came at him like a bantha, swinging her lightsaber at his face. Rann took an uncertain backstep, and the two combatants’ legs entangled. The padawan fell back hard, barely glancing away Dietre’s falling strike, but grabbing her off hand. Carrying his momentum, Rann jammed his feet into the dark Jedi’s stomach and flipped her over his head. Dietre descended to the docking bay floor with a wail. </p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann poked at the smoking remains of the dark Jedi. Hanjo was dead and she was not happy. Now I’ll never know who sent him. she thought. Shaking the ringing from her ears, she retrieved her lightsaber and rushed toward the ship from the back of the docking bay. A wail caught her attention, and she saw the other dark one, Dietre, strike the steel floor with a sickening crack. Bringing her lightsaber to bear, she rushed forward, but the crumpled form was unmoving. </p><p></p><p>“Sia!” Toba cried. “Going to the ship!” </p><p></p><p>She whirled to see the Gungan struggling to carry Arani’s unconscious form up the gangway. Rann covered him from behind a shipping crate, scattering droids with precision shots. Drawing her own pistol, she slid up beside Rann and fired into the phalanx. </p><p></p><p>“Go!” Rann yelled, pulling a thermal grenade and heaving it over their cover. </p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann fired a last shot and rushed into the ship, the bloom of heat from the grenade warming her back. The Polestar was already rattling to life. She collapsed on the deck heaving air into her lungs. Seconds later Rann joined her, streaked with sweat and dirt and blood. </p><p></p><p>“Are you hurt?” she gasped, when she was able. </p><p></p><p>“A burn on my arm and leg,” Rann said. “Who in the blazes were they? And how did they find us?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know,” Sia-Lann said, sitting up. “We should probably get rid of Toba’s junkpile, though. We better see to Arani.”</p><p></p><p>She groaned and weaved toward the lounge as the ship rumbled out of Vedyll Station.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1649858, member: 4151"] RgB: Short update today. Longer one tonight... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Toba’s ears rang. He shook his head, feeling disoriented, and realized that all was dark and silent. “The swamp being dark tonight,” he said aloud, sitting up in his mud burrow. “Quiet, too. No tchi-tshi bugs out tonight.” When his head cleared the top of the trench, he realized where he was. A second wave of droids made their way through the blast door and the rocket launching droids were reloading. Blaster bolts zinged over his head and he ducked back into the trench, seeing Arani for the first time. She lay crumpled on the other side of the maintenance trench, her back a crisscross of oozing, burned wounds. Toba checked the load on his blaster. Empty. He reached for Arani’s and recoiled. The weapon was still hot from the explosion and mostly melted into useless slag. The gleam of silver from her belt caught his eye. One more det canister. The Gungan snatched it and peered over the lip of the trench. The droids were gathering into ranks for another assault. He stripped the packing case from the canister and keyed the timer. Dragging Arani toward him, he threw her over his shoulder and started the timer. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- In the confusion, Rann willed his lightsaber to his hand and swiped Dietre’s blade away, kicking out at her feet. The dark one collapsed with a yell, and the padawan rolled to stand and leapt to the top of the Polestar. From here, he could see Toba struggling to lift Arani, though he did not see Sia-Lann and her opponent. A flash of red caught his eye and Dietre landed nearby. “You don’t think you could escape so easily, do you?” she growled, stepping carefully over the uneven hull of the ship. Rann blew a sigh and brought his blade to guard, backing away. He was exhausted. The waves of anger flowing off of the dark Jedi’s mind made it hard to think. His grasp of the Force felt tenuous. She came at him like a bantha, swinging her lightsaber at his face. Rann took an uncertain backstep, and the two combatants’ legs entangled. The padawan fell back hard, barely glancing away Dietre’s falling strike, but grabbing her off hand. Carrying his momentum, Rann jammed his feet into the dark Jedi’s stomach and flipped her over his head. Dietre descended to the docking bay floor with a wail. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Sia-Lann poked at the smoking remains of the dark Jedi. Hanjo was dead and she was not happy. Now I’ll never know who sent him. she thought. Shaking the ringing from her ears, she retrieved her lightsaber and rushed toward the ship from the back of the docking bay. A wail caught her attention, and she saw the other dark one, Dietre, strike the steel floor with a sickening crack. Bringing her lightsaber to bear, she rushed forward, but the crumpled form was unmoving. “Sia!” Toba cried. “Going to the ship!” She whirled to see the Gungan struggling to carry Arani’s unconscious form up the gangway. Rann covered him from behind a shipping crate, scattering droids with precision shots. Drawing her own pistol, she slid up beside Rann and fired into the phalanx. “Go!” Rann yelled, pulling a thermal grenade and heaving it over their cover. Sia-Lann fired a last shot and rushed into the ship, the bloom of heat from the grenade warming her back. The Polestar was already rattling to life. She collapsed on the deck heaving air into her lungs. Seconds later Rann joined her, streaked with sweat and dirt and blood. “Are you hurt?” she gasped, when she was able. “A burn on my arm and leg,” Rann said. “Who in the blazes were they? And how did they find us?” “I don’t know,” Sia-Lann said, sitting up. “We should probably get rid of Toba’s junkpile, though. We better see to Arani.” She groaned and weaved toward the lounge as the ship rumbled out of Vedyll Station. [/QUOTE]
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