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Jackson rattled off an amused chortle as his helmet tracked the Trandoshan over to the Plunder's cargo bay. It brought to mind simpler times, and reminded the newly crowned Knight of his own history, down in the undercity. "Not a problem, don't worry about it. I was like that too, not long ago. If I had more time to dedicate to it I'd deal with the lot myself, but there's been a slight shift in my priorities lately." He turned to face the Sentinel, after that, flexing the tendril connecting him to his ship while he examined the presented work. "Yes, that is partly why I have been trying to seek you folks out. It may be hard to tell but I'm a little bit of a gearhead." The Knight gestured loosely to his person, covered in gadgets as he was. "But... yes! I would be honored to accompany your party, if you'd have me." His attention abruptly shifted as he reluctantly withdrew from the shield, already subtly restructuring the way he managed his own force energy. The changes didn't happen all at once, nor were they particularly easy to see as he neared the end, given the increasingly empty nature of his aura. "I am admittedly not the best with diplomacy, but I've been living in a pilot's chair for the past three years or so in my absence. Should be able to get you wherever you need to go. Or help fight off Starweirds, although I don't foresee them being much of a problem on Naboo, of all places."

The duel between Inmortos and HC-42 got brutal quickly. Having indeed scored some blows on the Sith Lord, the droid had indeed succeeded in giving Inmortos a run for his money, so to speak. However, he also knew how angry this Sith must be by now. And if HC-42 knew anything about the dark side of the Force, it was that the more angry they got, the more dangerous they became. Sure enough, Inmortos' counterattack surprised HC-42, and even his computer-sped reflexes couldn't prevent him from sustaining critical damage to his shoulder. It could have been worse considering the Sith's main target- his "heart-" which HC-42 barely managed to parry. As HC-42 saw Emma's troops approach Inmortos as well, he decided, now that he was close enough to the Sith Lord, to use his flamethrower one last time. Putting it on full blast, he exhausted its fuel by blowing scorching flames toward Inmortos just as his electrostaff was locked with Inmortos' two weapons, hoping to set the cursed being on fire. Leep, suffering from Frostbite and seeing his comrade damaged, could not be blamed for his sudden fit of rage. He was barely compelled to follow Emma's order and set for stun. The agile fighter jumped into the air toward Inmortos, propelled by his cybernetic legs, and fired his stun shots toward Inmortos' face, screaming as he did so. As the volley of stun shots from Leep raced towards the Sith Lord, HC-42 knew that the success of putting Inmortos down depended on whether any of these attacks succeeded or not. Time stood still. Actions Taken: HC-42 barely parries the attacks on his head and heart, and shoots an intense stream of flames toward Inmortos as he does so, exhausting its fuel. Leep obeys Emma's orders to set for stun and jumps toward Inmortos, firing several stun shots aimed at Inmortos' head. Damage/Effects Taken: CRITICAL DAMAGE TO HC-42'S LEFT SHOULDER. Left arm functions compromised.

With grimaces that reflected their disgust, the two soldiers finished their work with the reanimated remains of the dead and began to follow their commanding officer. They did not take two steps before one of the crates that had been picked up by the gale force winds dropped them both to the decking. Vitals peaked then dropped to flat lines. Another cruel sacrifice to the darkside. She was now down three soldiers. Three good men. Three good servants of the Alliance. But Emma could not divert her attention even for a moment. Because HC had done more than accomplish his orders. He had completely distracted the Sith from the threat of the three blasters at his rear. A successful flank, even if it could possibly end the droid's short existence. Still, in her neural net, Emma was thankful. Stun. The order was necessary. They were effectively within close combat range, and though the soldiers were steady in their aims, a single misplaced blaster bolt could prematurely end the career of the Battle Droid who was now locked in melee with the Sith Lord. And Stun did not hurt droids after all. Though the winds whipped at them with the strength of a hurricane, the soldiers knew what to do. They were trained for this. In unison, fingers flipped switches on blaster carbines and she did the same with her heavy blaster pistol. The two stormtroopers dropped to a crouch to better protect themselves from the winds. And then... Engage. A torrent of bright blue waves cascaded towards the Sith Lord. He was exposed, and the AVATAR with her men would take full advantage. ((3)) Actions Taken: Two Stormtroopers killed by flying debris Advance to finish flank, shoot a whole lot of stun at the Sith Lord.