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Trying to describe this feeling was best left to a metaphor; it was like being on a rough sea, and you know there is another ship out there but you can't spot it yet. Then- you identify one another and make a straight line to each other. That was how this was working out- Tobias in his ship was making a straight line to Adenna and her ship. Keeping his heart from leaping out of his chest, he tried to play it smooth and not get too excited. Playing the part of a Jedi Master, he needed to act like it too.

 

Standing there in the cockpit of his ship, he felt the hazy field of an interdiction gravity cone they were about to hit- and he slapped the controls. The PIT Droid, Ni, looked at him like the human was invading the droids personal space. Not the case, but still... he was overreaching. "We were about to be pulled out anyways..." Tobias shrugged at the droid. Ni apparently just shrugged it off.

 

And there the ship was- the guiding light of his existence held within. "Transmit our clearance codes to the Adi-Wan, then form up as best we can. Try to make speed to the Adi-Wan until we receive orders otherwise." The little droid nodded his head and the ship started to speed up- into the Jedi Forces.

 

Clearing his throat, he walked back to the common room where his apprentices were there- he was caught flatfooted, he didn't know what to do with the pair- they had only started to cover combat situations. Combat situations with pirates and smugglers- were not good for them to learn the first time around. Pirates could be treacherous... especially these ones- Sith allied ones.

 

After boarding the Adi-Wan, and seeing his love momentarily for just moment, Tobias was back aboard his YT-2000, contemplating his next move. Should he really go to the surface? Could he make a difference if he were to go out and command another ship? The CC-7700? The Lancers Frigates? There was very little time to meditate. The surface is where his apprentices were heading, he should look out for them. Adenna was in space though- and he could cover her from his ship, or a fighter.

 

No, he would do better to head dirtside, well, station-side. Silently, the YT slipped back into space and positioned itself to follow the others to the station. Where was Raven in all that? Where would they go? The three of them were combat vac suits, along with the other Jedi strike team members. Tom and Tut, for starters. Three Barabel Jedi Knights, a Noghri and another two human males. The Noghri was in the top quad cannon, the human on the bottom quad. A Barabel was also staffing the Cannons, from the cockpit. Knight and Ikky were in engineering, ready for something to go wrong. They were ready. They kinda had to be. There wasn’t any other options.

 

Forming up behind the Templar’s, the Corellian Freighter lagged just behind a touch- and Tobias felt the familiar touch of Adennas presence and welcomed it.

 

“Droids, Execute Programming Two-Two-One. Standby…download local packet DSS-Five-Tactical.” Vos gave the programmed call out order to his droids.

 

“WELL ITS ABOUT KRIFFING TIME! AND WERE IN A COMBAT FORMATION?! What are you trying to do to us?! This isn’t good for my health. Especially yours, for all of you meatbags.” A droid voice started over the ships comm.

 

Vos places his head in his palm, regretting he didn’t have time to tone the programming down on the Droids. Embarrassed, he called through the comm; “Ni, knock it off. We have company, time to be serious.”

 

There was another response but Vos ignored it and tried to settle back into a combat mindset. He felt Adennas presence once again, letting it flow through him. The road ahead was going to be long- and the Wookiee’s would be avenged- slavers would die. Jedi would die. Raven would be rescued, and Adenna would be there at the end of it all, one way or another. He promised himself that much.

 

Not unexpected, Tobias found his friend and confidant Jedi Master Tut Maris alone, near the loading ramp. Dressed in his combat Vac suit, he just stood there, waiting.

 

“Tut…” Tobias softly questioned.

 

The green nautolan just stood there, still looking out past the hull.

 

Tobias put a gentle hand on his friends shoulder, noting the new lightsaber hilt next to Tuts old one. “Tut, are you with us?”

 

He blinked, shaking his head clear. His head tails shifted subtly with the movement. The green alien still didn’t look at Vos, but answered the question with arms folded. “Last time we were on a space station, my best friend died- and I watched it happen…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

 

Tobias dug his fingers into the muscular shoulder, gently. It was a sign  that Tobias knew would convey his sympathy. “I carry his memory with me every day, along with all the others we lost on Kashyyyk. But the wookiees are free, my friend. Chal’lar gave his life to free them- and even to protect some Imperial Stormtroopers. You know I’d trade places with him if I could, I’m sorry my friend. I really am.”

 

Tut let his head roll for a moment, then nodded, his gaze still locked forward. “I carry more than memories now, but your condolences are appreciated, my friend.”

 

Tobias let his hand drop back to his side. “Yeah, I just noticed your new lightsaber. Very honorable of you. You brought him back from the Dark Side, bonded, fought together- and still fight together. We’ll continue on, and you and I both know he’s watching us now. Cheering us on. I’d say you can sit this one out, but thats not what you need is it? Of course not. Just… don’t get too lost in your emotions- we will have Sith to fight soon enough.”

 

Tut had shifted his gaze to look at Vos, who winked and they each nodded there affirmation at each other. Tobias left him there, knowing he’d be back in a moment. Welcoming Adenna’s presence once again and he started to see a little clearer. Time to go check on his apprentices...

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Vos's image appeared next to Master Draygos own. He was currently still aboard his own ship, flying in formation. This meeting was too important to miss though, so he made sure he chimed in, after encrypting the transmission to match the others as well to chat in private.

 

"This feels like a stalling tactic. However if they are sincere about trading Raven, perhaps that is our chance to deliver a strike team inside the station? My team could land, retrieve the Empress, and get her out and to safety.  Once she is aboard my ship- the ship leaves. That would leave the strike team in the hanger to..." He gestured to convey 'you all know what I mean' "In any event if we attack after we secure Raven, it might demonstrate that we cannot keep our promises. Which could come back to bite us in the future. They wouldn't expect us to break the promise now though, which is nice. Gives us the option to retrieve her."

 

 

 

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  • 4 weeks later...

 

The Ad Hoc war council dissolved, and Tobias was left to look around at the beings crammed in the assault shuttle with him. The few Jedi Knights that were assigned to him, two Jedi Masters, two apprentices, and the pilots. While he would have rather been on his tricked out YT ship, the assault ship was made for this entire situation- taking hits in combat but still being able to deliver infiltrators and survive the clash. 

 

To his relief the YT ship was flying along the outskirts of the battlefield, neither engaging or actively helping the Jedi. They were there just in case something went catastrophically wrong. And within the first few moments of the battle- it did.  He felt the whirlwind as it arrived, and his heart broke as the sudden ramifications flooded his mind. Scenarios played out a dozen a second. 

 

Despite being crammed into the box, he never felt so helpless. He wished he could be in two places at once, and that DuVos had never left with Sarah; that was in the past now and there wasn’t any changing that best to focus on other things. The other Jedi in the shuttle looked at one another, uncertain. If this was how the Force wanted to play things out, this was how he would play them out. He would not ignore his role in the situation, nor the Jedis role. A moment later, Tobias flooded his presence with confidence and determination, and settled into his pre-fight meditation. Collecting the Force around him and drawing it in. It was as if the Force was a hurricane and raining power into a reservoir that he had full control over the button that determined the release of the power. He was the storm and he was the release. They would retrieve Raven, but at what cost to themselves?


 

A very high cost, apparently, as the Sith fleet pulled into real space right then and there and started their assault. Tobias could feel worry and fear in the Force.  A black tidal wave of darkness had just crashed upon their battlefield. He stood his ground in the Force, fighting a wave of fear and panic the Dark side had brought or enhanced. Not giving mental ground, he started to push back, and the wave receded. The other Jedi were quickly replacing their shock with determination. The big, scary Dark Lord was here, and each Jedi would fight him if it came to that. Perhaps even Vos, but he had his mission- they all had a job to do. Part of him tried to forget the nightmare he kept having these past few months, the one where he eventually faced him, not that he was scared of fighting him- but his recent victim at his feet.. 

 

“Alright.” He said aloud to the others around him, snapping himself out of the daze. “Here’s the plan; the pilots are starting to see an opening in the battlefield and they want to try a run on the station. Hornet Squadron is covering us in this region and is going to follow us in. I want shuttles 4-4, 6-7, 8-6, inset down the middle. Shuttles 3-4, 2-2, 5-6, sneak around the other side of the battle, don’t stray too far, we still want to get in there intact.” Tobias stressed that last word, and he didn’t just mean the shuttles. 

 

“Here after you’ll be called Lefty Squad and Pounder Squad. Lefty, the shield generators, artificial gravity pumps, communications, armories- those are your priorities. Pounder- Power Generators, preferably the biggest one if there's multiple. Hook Squad, ours, will break right and go around- a Trident pattern. Regardless of where we are we’ll be able to get some back up one way or another. We’re still under the cover, but we need to move. Squadrons, Reek, Hornet, Moria - Lefty, Pounder, Hook cover them respectively. That covers our sector, Shuttle 5-5, ready?”

 

Awkledgement lights winked on his helmet. 

 

“Begin count. The Ion Barrage is looking good, almost looks like a wave of hyperspace is hitting the station.” He and this small force was about to move into the fire zone. He waited, knowing no one would move until he called out. Suspense was building, and he felt that and the anxiety from the pilots around him. Tobias let out a heavy sigh, reflecting on his life and the responsibility he was now going to incur. He wrapped his hand around the loop above him and felt the right moment; “Go!” And felt the ships engines roar to life. They were all pushed back into one another, most were standing but holding onto hand loops. Barabels fit in vac suits, but not regular chairs. So most of his crew was standing and feeling the push. The internal compensators were just sluggish enough to make them feel the ship go. The shuttles started their run, and Tobias hoped they would all make it. Especially 5-5… He would see what this little crew could do. His, and the other teams.  

 

“This one is impressed as well, Master Vos!” A Barabel hissed behind Vos.

 

Smiling, he nodded at the Knight. “By this little rag-tag company and what we're about to do? Or by fitting into a Vac Suit?" He said, playfully.

 

He nodded his scaley head, baring his fangs in the alien smile. “This One meant the former, but is also amused at the Vac Suit."

 

Scanning the alien and the others in the shuttle, Tobias nodded with confidence. He scanned the crowd of about fifty for his apprentices. Not finding them, he checked his equipment. Combat Vac seal was still good, obviously. Blaster, A280-CFE, utility belt, and of course a few other things, he was ready. And so was the warriors in the shuttle with him. 

 

TL:DR

Assault Boats heading in with cover, except for one who is climbing 'above' the battlefield. (But still covered.)

Assignments for shuttles/battle groups.

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  • 2 weeks later...

The path they chose wasn’t clear though, and a member of Hornet Squadron, their escort, took a hit and exploded. The pilot somehow survived, that much Tobias could feel. There were others who weren’t so fortunate, one of the enemy fighters exploded off on their flank, Hornet Squad taking revenge for their destroyed craft. One after another a flash of light would flare up. 

 

Turning his back to the view port, he looked over the beings in the shuttle with him. The nine Barabel, one Noghri, three Wookiee’s and the various human and humanoids, too indistinct to stand out in their armored vac suit, save for the Nautolan at his side, focused on the fight ahead of them. 

 

“Brace for impact!” One of the pilots said, and Tobias called to the force to help steady him. As did all the other Jedi in the shuttle. The vessel spun and it did lessen the impact of the missile that impacted the side of the shuttle. Sliding sideways towards the station as if drifting sideways on a race track.

 

Tobias had briefed the others in the shuttle and described a vague battle plan. Currently, their presences reverberated with anticipation of the coming fight. The warriors in each of the shuttles didn’t have to wait long, as they just heard the call out from the pilots. “Boarding party, stand ready.”

 

The forty five others in the shuffling from foot to foot and started to check their weapons and equipment. 

 

“Ten seconds!”

 

They braced as the ship swung to the side, the station looming in the forward viewport. Showing the battle going on outside, the fleet pressing further and further towards the station, ion batteries still firing a stream of blue bolts into the station. The port side of the shuttle came to life as magnetic grapples shot into the station and the boarding tube shot forward, torching a hole into the station with plasma torches around the pod. 

 

Tobias made his way to the front of the crowd. After all who was he to ask others to lay down their lives if he didn’t do the same? He was a leader, not a boss and he’d chosen to lead by example. Pulling the burst rifle from his back, he checked the power pack and it was still charged to capacity. 

 

With an exertion from the Force, his face shield slid shut and he was sealed inside the suit. A brief moment of darkness and he seized the moment to breath and flood his presence with satisfaction and pride. They were about to dive into the fight. 

 

The laser cone finished, and the internal iris spread open to reveal the station interior, and their welcoming committee as well as a section of bulkhead on the floor. A fire team of Black Sun enforcers awaited them when they surveyed the scene. Tobias snorted as he pulled the trigger twice and let loose six shots. The four bodies hit the floor, holes burned into their flesh.

 

“Go!” Tobias shouted into the comlink and the 46 warriors charged into the station. Not blindly, and not foolishly. There were fireteams stationed at intersections and critical points. Or at least there would be once they progressed further into the station. 

 

The Barabels on the other hand started to sprint forward, leaving the others behind. They had their own mission. Tobias and crew moved forward and reports came in one at a time that each shuttle had discharged their contents, fifty or so warriors, into the station. 

 

As the barabels turned left and disappeared, Tobias turned right and soon came to find himself looking at a dozen Enforcers. They were ready, and Tobias didn’t even try to duck back behind cover. He just vaulted across the intersection and into the other side of the hallway. 

 

A dozen others followed suit and the firefight ensued, brief but bloody. One of the Jedi fell to a bolt through the shoulder from popping out too far from cover. Two others escorted the injured man back to the previous checkpoint and they would follow suit all the way back to the shuttle. 

 

The dozen plus Tobias made their way forward. Occasionally bumping into enforcers or other resistance. While they had been on the station less than five minutes, it was still quick enough for the Adi-Wan to go down. Tobias was so informed by one of the shuttle pilots relaying updates. A quick check with the Force and he could feel Adenna’s presence still. And healthy. 

 

Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge to run back into the shuttle and rescue her. Or even call the Prism in to retrieve her. Tobias has both loved and hated the plan Adenna proposed and went with. Tobias did not relay the Adi-Wan’s destruction, making such announcements would only distract the boarding parties. If they wanted to pull the odds back in their favor, they would have to win this part. His team was almost at their mark, and the final part of the retrieval would commence. 

 

~~~ 

 

Shuttle 5-5 had gotten to the ‘top’ of the station a little battered, but otherwise healthy and intact. Once it had gotten there the shuttle corkscrewed down the length of the station, maneuvering towards the bottom. Once there, the boring lasers latched onto the station and discharged its  complement of infiltrators. 

 

~~~ 

 

Elsewhere the shuttles managed to find a spot to latch onto and spill their contents into the station. While each shuttle did make it, there were some casualties- mostly their fighter escorts but some attacks on the shuttle found their mark. Most of the healthy warriors made their way onto the station.

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  • 4 weeks later...

The group had traveled far enough into the station that Tobias had them stop. Looking back, he discovered that of the 52 warriors that followed him into battle, there were only around 30 that had followed him this far. The six barabel had left his group first thing, two others were dead, three had been injured and retreated back to the shuttle- exchanging the guard along the way so the injured were closer to their escape craft than the healthy ones. That left ten others who were guarding specific points along their path into the station, covering the escape route to the black. 

 

With a nod and a hand gesture at the floor, the team scrambled into action. Four moved further down the hallway from the rear sentries and started to pull anything they could from the rooms connected to the hallway. The defense Black Sun had put up was weak at first, but no doubt with the arrival of the Sith, plus the enemy actually knowing where the Jedi and their forces were, they would start to attack en masse. Ergo why they were now constructing simple barricades.They would have to re-enforce this area, dropping down level to level and eviscerating the forces standing in their way. 


 

Tobias took a moment and checked in with the status of the fleet, letting Tom check in with the shuttles. The news wasn’t good from them, but after exchanging information related to the shuttles, that was exponentially better. 

 

Five-Five had discharged their warriors and were engaging the security level of the casino. Five had been killed, but the distraction was vital to balancing the odds to the Jedi’s side.  

 

Other shuttle squads were softly engaging the forces within the station, the bait and ambush strategy was working well. 

 

The Barabels were ripping through staff throughout the station, well, on the levels down to the prison level. 

 

All throughout the briefing Vos toyed with a thermal detonator, inactive of course, but he left his eyes drift with the Force-guided motion of the explosive. 

 

He sighed, the expression hidden from his crew, they had lost 30 warriors all together. Finally he got the signal that the crews setting up all the barricades. Reaching out to sense what was directly below them, he let it play out in his mind- the flash grenade, the entrance, the death, the repetition.

 

A blue-green light filled the corridor, a snap hiss echoed up and down the hallway. Tipping the blade into the floor he cut a beveled section out. It settled into its new position as he pulled his saber out of the floor. Using the Force he pulled it up and out, Tom dropping the flash grenade down, Tobias setting down the floor away from the hole, flash grenade detonating, Tom dropping down, Tobias dropping down, three bodies fell into pieces around Tom, two around Tobias. 

 

Other warriors followed them down, and the cycle continued for another six levels, each time moving the place where they made the bevel. The warriors were spread out even further through the levels, but they were close. 

 

“Vos.” A scratchy voice echoed in his ear, the shots of blaster fire could be heard on the other side of the commlink. 

 

“Tarri, this is Vos.” He called back, patching Tom into the channel. 

 

“Barabel squad intact. One level below prison level. The prey… there are many. Almost too many.”

 

“Where is shuttle 9-9?”

 

A raspy voice hissed its displeasure, “Not here…”

 

Looking up at Tom, he knew the Chiss Jedi Master was on the comm. Connecting them to his own channel, he heard their chatter. Apparently, they were making their way to the Barabels, completing a flanking maneuver. 

 

“Hang in there Tarri, we don’t need anymore dead heros today.” Tobias ordered. 

 

Silence for two seconds then Terri acknowledged the order. 

 

Vos sighed, apparently 9-9 had been holding back waiting for this. Tut was a good planner like that, but it still irritated Vos. Maybe it was the fire they were under, but they shouldn’t be doing this logistical stuff now. The Barabels and Shuttle 9-9 were going to be coming up to the prison level, and Tobias with 20ish warriors were still making their way down. The process would start to speed up as they would now being using thermal detonators to remove the floor for the next few levels, then they would be above Raven.

 

TL:DR

Vos's shuttle (6-4) crew is moving down, Barabel squad plus Shuttle 9-9 crew moving up from below the prison level.

Shuttle 5-5 engaging Vault Security. 

6 other shuttle crews are running around, playing cat-and-mouse games with internal security. Will clarify later. 

OOC: Apologies for not formatting.

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His head tilted to one side, the reverberation from the thermal detonator sounded down the hallway the Jedi were in. As soon as the flash and noise subsided, his eyes fixed on the hole in the floor it had just left. Instantly there were Jedi leaping through the hole and down another level. Tobias let the others jump through first, taking another moment to check in with everyone.

 

The Barabels were pressing forward towards the prison level after the 9-9 crew started to flank the enemy. 

 

Shuttle 5-5 crew has fended off the last of the security forces and had the credit vaults secured near the bottom of the station. 

 

Distracted, he jumped down the new hole to the level below. He was caught off guard with the drop, it was a longer drop than he anticipated, but he recovered quickly. Rolling to mitigate the fall, he decided to evaluate how close they were to Raven. They were right on top of her. One level left to go, it seemed. Odd, but a welcome de

 

He checked in with the Barabels and shuttle 9-9, despite casualties, the level below the prison block was secured. 

 

The others were moving through the vaults to take on engineering. 

 

He ordered the Barabels to make their way to the main entry point for the prison block, Tobias would meet them there. 


 

~~

 

The guards heard the knocking at the door from the turbo lift, and the hissing. The reptilian crew of Jedi were trying to spook the guards, and it was working. The guards were scared, a dozen in the main chamber. More down the corridor, and the other prisoners were also scared, they could vaguely hear but the effect was universal. 

 

Vos reached out to the Imperial Head-of-State, gauging her situation. Stable for now. 

 

The thermal detonator flashed, and the deck piece separating the last of the Jedi forces on the level above, a flash grenade went off. With a Force suggestion from Vos, they all swarmed the prison level. He and nearly sixty Jedi dropped into and throughout the prison level.

 

~~~

 

Shuttles 3-4 and 2-2 went to assist with the crew of shuttle 5-5 in the banking levels. Those 150 or so Jedi and soldiers would hold the area and make sure any attack the station defenses couldn’t breach their perimeter. Once that was accomplished 3-4 and 2-2 would make their way down through the vaults and into engineering. As it happened, right as Vos and crew were dropping into the prison level, both crews were moving to engineering. 

 

~~

 

Shuttles 4-4, 6-7 and 8-6 were keeping pressure on the upper tiers of the station. Swarming the Officers Quarters, Briefing Rooms and Armories. Constantly putting pressure on the station defenses. Just enough to keep the bridge crews in place, unless they surrendered, of course.

 

~~

 

A contingent of 5-6 made sure to keep an eye on the hanger, from the shadows of course. The battle outside was turning, and it would be good to see if the Black Sun and Sith tried to reinforce the station.

 

~~

 

Tobias sighed as the few sounds of fighting died away. Any padawan could feel that the other cells were full of people, scared and defeated. There wasn’t any choice in the matter, they would be coming with the Jedi. Dishing out orders for the Jedi to escort the prisoners back to their shuttles, Tobias decided to risk resetting one of the shuttles. If it was his, they’d all die of decompression sickness with the breaches they had cut and blown into the station, but there was another option. Calling over the comm, he got shuttle 8-6 to reposition to the prison level. As the craft latched to the hull and bore into the station there was a wave of panic and terror from the civilian prisoners. As soon as the hatch was sealed to the shuttle, the Jedi began to open the cells, using lightsabers or the force to open them and escort the prisoners to safety. 

 

Discussing it briefly, Tobias and his small crew decided to come in from all angles on the prison cell that held Raven and… others. 

 

After everyone was moved onto the shuttle, Tobias knocked on the final door- Raven’s. Tobias pinched the bridge of his nose and then gave a signal to move forward. A barabel reached out to activate the door controls and it slid slowly to the side revealing the interior- Raven was on some man’s lap with a gun pointed to her head, along with four other guards their weapons pointed in the same direction. As Tobias entered he stretched out his hands in a non-aggressive stance, he took one step into the room - without making a sound- careful not to startle or come off as too hostile with his body posture. . “Head of State Zinthos, good to see you again. Your friend must be… the commander of the station? With four of your closest guards? My terms are simple; let her go, right now; and give me the command codes for the station- all of them. If you do that, each of you will be allowed to leave here alive.”

 

Jedi inside and outside the station were taking loses, and if the commander was so concerned with his own fate he might give in gracefully and enabling Tobias to turn the battle in a different direction. He knew there would be a silent battle going on as each of the four guards would contemplate shooting Raven right off the bat, or shooting the commander to secure their own fate. 

 

TL:DR-

 

Black Sun station(18 levels total);

Command Structure/Private Hanger (4 Levels)

Officers Quarters/Briefing Rooms/Armory (2 Levels)

Prison Level (1 Level)

Hangers (1 Level)

Banking/Security (1 Level)

Scrooge McDuck Credit Vaults(8 Levels)

Engineering (1 Level)

 

Jedi Forces within the station are taking loses, but securing key positions.

Office Quarters/Armories, Banking/Security, Prison levels belong to Jedi. 

Two shuttles of Jedi (80 after casualties) are moving to engineering.

Jedi Sentries are moving to observe hangar bays.

Three shuttles worth of troops are putting pressure on the top 5 levels of station defenses.

Contact with Raven established.

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Barracks/Prison Levels- 

 

The edge of Tobias’s mouth twitched slightly, almost a smirk. “We’ll talk about my interdictor another time.” Then he fixed his gaze on the guards as they were placing their weapons on the ground. A Jedi Knight entered the room and took the data card holding the codes to the station from the commander. The Barabels swarmed the room receiving the guards of their blasters and putting binders on them. While all that was taking place, Tobias just stood there, unmoving. 

 

As soon as the Jedi Knight had the datapad and all the Barabels were in the room, he left, escorting Raven out to the hallway. 

 

In the hallway outside the cell, Tobias stood there, holding the bridge of his nose with a look of great pain in the creases around his closed eyes. As soon as he felt Ravens gaze on him, he let go of his nose and there was a gasp from the cell behind her; his doppleganger had just disappeared and it caught someone off guard. Tom, his Chiss advisor, dropped a cloak around the small frame of Raven Zinthos, then took the datapad from the Jedi Knight who picked it up from the room. Then Tobias scooped the battered woman up into his arms, walking towards the lobby- away from the closest shuttle. The Jedi and soldiers covering the breech holes that they had cut on their way down started to retreat to their shuttles. The prisoners were escorted to the shuttle down the hallway, while Tobias had held up to his end of the bargain, it felt wrong to kill them with binders on. He had only promised to let them leave the room alive…

 

~~~

Engineering-


 

Nel’Pi let the smoke trail from her blaster; the weapon felt unnatural in her grip but she wanted to stay with the living and so she forced herself to push past the unnatural grip and protect herself. She was a slicer, not a warrior. The last of the Black Sun security forces was dead, her own shot into the man’s chest had seen to that. Looking around, she saw the remnants of the crew she had journeyed with down here. Each shuttle held fifty soldiers and since there were three that had converged on these levels they were down to roughly 120 left. Twenty, including the two Jedi that came down with them had left to keep an eye on the hanger bay.

 

When the leader of the boarding operation signaled that his objective was complete, they had rushed to get back on the same page- finish up their own objectives. 

 

Leaving thirty soldiers back at the vaults, Nel’Pi and almost seventy others pushed into the engineering bays below the vaults. Two Jedi also accompanied them and proved their worth when they alerted the others to an ambush. Five died, three were injured- but it would have been worse had they not had the heads up. 

 

Looking at her forearm datapad she found a new message from one of the Jedi Masters; the stations command codes. She smirked inside her helmet as she holstered her blaster and moved to one of the terminals. Quickly getting the bridge consoles turned off- the data had to travel from engineering all the way up through the station to the bridge, so it could be intercepted. Those codes just sped the process along. 

 

Calling through her headset to their little engineering teams private channel, as to not involve any of the soldiers, she reported what she was going to do. “Basically, the shield emitters are fried from the Ion bombardment earlier, and the conduits going TO the emitters are turned off- that was an automatic thing. With the commanders codes I can override them and pour energy into the emitters- venting the energy into space. Or catching something on fire if the ends of the wires are touching something flammable, either way it’ll work.”

 

Her team acknowledged it and took it a step further- they decided to send an emergency code that the station had been exposed to vacuum near the command decks- and the bulkheads slammed shut to contain the atmosphere. Then, they re-routed the power from the life support and CO2 scrubbers to the shield emitters. It was simple, really, they just ‘boosted’ their shields. 

 

The bridge crew wouldn’t die immediately, it’d take them at least… 12 minutes to suffocate.  She felt pity for them, but remembered they were part of the organization that enslaved, blackmailed, and just terrorized the galaxy. She could live with herself killing them this way, she decided. That, and she suspected someone would call for help and they could be rescued in the time they had. 

 

Other members of her crew was working on other things, rerouting power from ventilation and core coolant systems near the reactor to send temperatures into the critical failure range. It was going to get very hot very soon. 

 

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Hanger/Security/Vaults- 

 

Tarrwarraoo snorted his wide nostrils accenting it with an eyeroll. There was nothing in the hanger bay. Save for a few ships and shuttle, one of which was slightly damaged and still harbored lifeforms aboard- there was nothing. He really expected the Black Sun or Sith to reinforce the station. It would have been a bad tactical move, but they did enjoy their excesses. He knew his role was an important one, but he just did not want to be here. He should have had people here sooner- there was evidence there was a fight and… the Jedi forces had taken casualties. 

 

His comm beeped inside his helmet and he listened to the engineering crews tormenting the systems that kept a space station running. Seemed like they were messing with each level, for some reason, wasn’t 6-4 on its way out with the target? Weren’t they in control of the vault? No, the vaults were laid out differently… it was… why were they calling for breach charges when he and Sveene were here with lightsabers. Growling a few notes, they waited for a reply. The vaults couldn’t be breached in a consecutive manner to get the credits to blow out in the direction of their non-electrical fine thread conner net. Instead they were just going to- no- bad idea upon bad idea. Weren’t there any sensible people with him right now? He knew he was overstepping, but he commed Vos and relayed as he and the others started their way back down from the hanger to the security level, rushing.


 

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Barracks/Prison Levels-

Within minutes the crews of the two shuttles sent to secure the was back in, safe and sound. Tobias personally delivered Raven to the 6-4’s shuttle. Everyone else was rushing to their shuttles as well, unfortunately, two squads were going to be split between shuttles- they had taken enough casualties. So what to do with two empty shuttles? Raid two of the credit vaults and see what they could do with it. Not the worst...not the best. But they needed whatever they could lay their hands on. Starfighters included, and their escorts were back.

 

“Mandate, this is the boarding party, we’re coming up. Give us some top cover, will you?”

 

They started to make their way up from the station, away from the action, covered by their fighters again. Leaving the station with hull breaches in at least thirteen locations, overloading electrical conduits around the station, with a reactor that wasn’t being cooled and bulkheads sealed on the top and bottom of the station. And the bridge’s life support was gone. 

 

Silently, he wished he had brought a drink with him. The Jedi needed to reevaluate how things were done and their future plans. Pushing all that to the side now, he let his mind wander to Adenna for a moment a flash of memories and wishes for the pair ran through his mind before also pushing that to the side and focusing on the present. 

 

Raven lay across the bench, and Tobias called to the Force to assist in her healing. He tried to keep his mind on that...

 

TL:DR

Vos and shuttles moving towards Justice’s Mandate.

Raven retrieved.

Multiple positions on the Space Station compromised; Jedi and forces have left the station.

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The shuttle jolted to one side, unexpectedly, and those that weren't strapped down or a holding onto something. The shuttle seemed to whine from the rear in a high pitch squeal. Tobias couldn't focus on that now, his forehead had erupted in pain and something wet was trickling down his face. AS the ship steadied the pilot came over the comm "We just lost engine two, hang on! We're coming in for a landing!"

 

Inside the hatch there was more chatter as the crew informed the Mandate that they might need a hanger bay tractor beam assist. Tobias touched his forehead and saw his fingers red with blood. He looked around and saw that everyone was shaken, but no one had died in the engine malfunction. Raven, as well as the other injured, were strapped in so they did not move off their gurneys. 

 

"Go figure, we manage to go in and out of a Black Sun Bank, break into the prison level, and then we finally get injured." Tom said, a meter away rubbing his left shoulder with a grimace on his face. 

 

Tobias snorted, "Paying out dues, I suppose." And he got back to his feet and over to Raven. She seemed stable, which was good. 

 

"BRACE!" The pilots barked over the speaker again. 

 

Everyone there rooted their feet to the floor with the Force, as well as holding onto something within reach. There was a loud scratching noise from the port side and a sudden jolt. The pilots laughed. "We lost the port stabilizer as well, good thing you all are Jedi."

 

Vos let the comment roll off his shoulders, he addressed the crowd- "Anyone who needs medical, get there. If you don't need medical, help someone there who can't. Those that are left, help the other shuttles and their crews. Once everyone is taken care of, then you all can rest- eat- drink. We're not out of the woods just yet, so no celebrating." There were soft affirmations mumbled through the compartment as someone broke the seal of the area and let the medics to come in. 

 

"Tom, I'm going to the bridge, you are in charge of the Empress and her care. Get Tut, if he's around, and you both are in charge. I trust you both to see to her care."

 

The blue skin alien nodded his head and set to work taking care of the Imperial Commander. Tobias stepped out, grabbed some gauze and a wrap then bandaged the wound to his forehead. There were other shuttles he saw, ones that weren't part of the boarding party- some folks were still lingering around the area, and he recognized the one as a navigation officer for the Adi-Wan. Adenna had to be here, and with a touch in the Force- he set off to the bridge, to see the Jedi Grandmaster. 

 

~~

 

With his crown of gauze and sweat starting to dry in his suit, Tobias wondered what their next move was. Bugging out, hopefully. He thought. Taking one step onto the bridge, he saw Adenna, she looked alright. A bit frazzled, but alright. He wanted to rush over, pick her up and kiss her, but now was not the time. Approaching her, he stood ready to help if he could. He gave her a silent 'thumbs up' signalling Raven was taken care of, and not interrupting anything that was going on, she was in charge here

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