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“Bwahaha! Burns and blasts now!” Ruin roared with laughter as a wave of enemies flew at and above him. One of the Jedi had let loose their abilities with the Force. “Old times! Good times! Blasts and burns and blasters! Oooh, I missed this! Miss so much. Boom!” Ruin shouted as he swung widely again with his makeshift flaming club. The entity that Ruin held by the legs had died long ago, but still sputtered a little bit of burning Worm-Spit with each blow. But where early it was a stream, now the worm spit was that: spit. Worse, Ruin was slowing down. “Gah, gotta bash and crash! No fire, no good! Man, need ammo! And gun! Grah, no gun!” Ruin fumed outloud. Eventually, the droid threw the body into a bunch of other plant-beings, clearing enough space for him to run and land on. “Can’t lose this! Nu-uh! Too good, burns and brains.” Ruin commented, pulling out the grenade from the corpse. Despite being in an oven for so long, the grenade looked perfectly fine, minus some soot and ash. “Ruin, it appears that we need to get to the ship” Came a whirring of beepings and laughters. Ruin glanced down, and saw Fera beginning to climb his leg. "Are...are you ok?" “Rah, drainings and dumpings.” Ruin growled as Fera positioned herself. The two gave a glance over the monsters surrounding them. They were giving the droids a wide berth, recognising that the two needed to be taken a bit more seriously. “I see. Low battery. Understood.” Fera commented and scanned the area. “Calculating fastest route to the ship’s on ramp. Uploading route to your HUD. That should help you stay focused. “ A beep came from Ruin’s head, who proceeded to give himself a slight whack. “Gah, brains and bashings. Readings and writings.” One of the plants leapt forward at Ruin’s back. Fera gave a whistle in warning. The larger droid perked up and spun around, dealing the thing a blow to whatever head like thing it had, stopping it and forcing it to the ground. Ruin pulled back his own hand and shook it. "Grr, got to upgrade.” Ruin looked down at his own hand then the other creatures who still circled, seeking an opening. “Eh, slash and dash it is you sons of stumps!” Ruin called out, and pulled the blade from his back. The first few creatures that struck were sliced through barely. Ruin’s batteries were running lower and lower with each swing. Thankfully after the third slice, Fera commented about the vibro blade being on instead of off. “Haha! Gas and guts! Slash and dash!” Ruin exclaimed. “Blade came from an Abyssian! And this is Byss! Haha! Now ship we go! Go go go!” The next thing anyone knew, Ruin was charging through monster after monster, slashing through and through, finally crashing upward the ramp into the ship, and then frantically crawling up. “Batteries and batterings. Charges and…and gah...need sleep. But kill Sith too. Sleep and Sith. Grrr...” Ruin commented, positioning himself into a sit against the nearest wall. Hopefully someone else could close the ship up without him.

The Major eyed the men as their emotions cracked through. Setting down the holopad, he reclined in his chair slightly to regard the troopers. “The Imperial Navy may have use for you yet gentlemen. Take your ship to Docking Bay 37, tell Engineer Banks that Major Wiems sent it for retrofitting and Special Detailing. She’ll know what to do. Then escort your fallen friend to the Jedi and get aboard a shuttle to the Immobilizer Class Constantine. Report to the XO for assignment under Fleet Admiral Kolchak, Naval Intelligence.” Standing, Major Wiems tucked the holpad beneath his arm and offered a brisk salute to the men. “Gentlemen, welcome to the Navy. May your Service be an honor to your homes, kin, and Empress.” He then gestured with one sweeping arm, indicating the men should disembark before him. Once they were off, he would close the ramp and the craft would begin prepping for take off, as the pilot ducked aboard. _________________________ DOCKING BAY 37: IMPERIAL REPAIR YARD Engineering Sergeant Killianne Banks slid out from the bowels of the TIE bomber she had been waist deep in. Wiping the back of her hand across her sweat covered brow, the Zavrak left a streak of inky grease in it’s path. “Tell you what R3,” she chirped pleasantly, albeit annoyingly, as a nearby dinged, battered, and equally dirty astromech droid expertly wielding a welder along a large gash in the cockpit, “Them flyboys. Trying to bypass the safety mechs to launch spiced wine to your buddy’s party is NOT approved use for such a delicate system.” Banks shook her head and jumped to the ground, bending over to grab a fallen hydrospanner. She was careful to make sure her elongated horns did. It scrape against the ship; wether that was more for her or the ship’s wellbeing was questionable as both were looking relatively pristine given their lots in life —————————————————- INTERDICTION CADRE: Interdiction Field -SFS Immobilizer 418-class Heavy Cruiser Constantine |9/9| (1xp)