Etti IV's Terrain

10 minutes...
Anna said softly, blinking and lifting her head slightly to look at everyone.
We've got 10 minutes to get out of here.
She looked down at her legs, frowning when neither of them wanted to respond to her command to move. The most she could do was shrug her shoulders. Being blind was one thing- being almost completely paralyzed was starting to feel pathetic. She supposed she could be allowed to be useless for a while, considering what just happened, but that didn't make Anna feel any less vulnerable and useless.



Farris nodded. I know. It's a decent ship too. Anyway- I'll get Anna. You can help your Echani friend walk out of here.
But As Farris approached Anna, the Seer shook her head, narrowing her eyes.


Adieumus
Anna said, in a matter a fact way. She glanced out of the door.
He engaged Soku Ren about ten minutes go, hallway 12, junction 4. Someone else... is helping him- but they won't make it out in time. They don't know about the explosives....
Anna bit her lip. No one else really knew about the explosives either. She didn't feel like explaining.
Just go get him. There's no time to explain.



Farris hesitated. He knew that Sith agent was up to no good. Briefly, it made him worry about Thea again, but he pushed that aside for now. Turning to Loki, he considered sending the massive Zabrak to punch Soku's arrogant little face in- but then recalled that he might not know the full layout of the place.
Change of plans...The Polydroxal said, taking the cloth from around his neck and dropping it on the floor. You take Anna- E'yame and the Jedi can help the Echani. I'll go get Adieumus. I have a qualm to settle with Soku Ren, even though he has no idea who I am.
With that, he made his way to the medical closet, opened it- and removed a hefty box. Tucking it into his lab cote, it mysteriously vanished and he began to leave the lab.
Hangar is straight down that hall- er, through the bodies. take a left, take the lift up, turn right, go straight. Get out. He shook his head. We'll be right behind you.
After that- he was gone.
The Polydroxol turned a corner, closing his eyes and focusing as he sprinted down the bloody hallway. He understood that once the Knight of Rin realized the time limit put on his little duel- he might back off. Time still wore thin. Extending his legs slightly, Farris managed to cut the time it would normally take him to get around the blocked off sections, in half- until the silver skinned Polydroxol finally ended up looking at the scene of Soku Ren, engaged in combat with a female- and Adieumus, who looked perfectly terrible crumpled in the corner.
There, Farris stopped, and spoke in a perfectly accented, commanding tone.
Soku Ren. You have approximately 8.4 minutes to get you and your partner out of this facility. I suggest you start moving. This facility is lost, the Array is offline- Go make order somewhere else.
He turned his eyes toward the woman, not recognizing her, however, she seemed to be defending Matango, and that was enough for him- for now.
If you know your way back to the hangar, you should go. I can bring Adieumus.
He said, in a more conversational tone. He was unaware of Ariela's robotic strength, and he assumed that, while she may be a formidable fighter, lifting someone like Adieumus would be a taxing job for someone of her apparent stature. Farris never had much issue with lifting loads- so he simply was attempting to get a job done as quickly as possible.




The woman coughed, shuttering and looked at Dominic again. She tilted her head to the side, Dizzily before managing to speak again.
Subject 9... He took Subject 9- very... dangerous... very unstable.
Her eyes fluttered a few times before they closed completely.
Don't know where he's taking her- There was- another, brown hair, brown eyes...lightsaber..i- i think. He might know- I tried to stop them.....I tried-
She coughed again and slid to the side, her body falling limp from lack of blood. After a few seconds, her shallow breathing stopped all together.

Well that went well... Now it was Just E'yame, Anna and herself. Raven turned around and smiled slightly at E'yame.
Thanks for helping me patch this up. A lot of times, I'm dealing with a very irate doctor threatening to wrap me in durasteel plating.
She then turned to Anna and helped her sit up. Noting the size difference, considering Anna was at least a foot taller than her.
Well- this is awkward. I've never had a size issue like this before. I suppose there's always a force hold- or
Alora shook her head as Anna looked down at her. The Jedi looked over at E'yame.
Would you be terribly opposed to carrying Anna?. Those armored gauntlets of your would help with that right? If not- there's always the force.
Raven glanced through the door and frowned.
And if anything gets in our way, they'll end up like...those guys, She said, nodding to the motionless bodies lying around.



Anna sighed, blinking a few times and looking at the ground.
This is so embarrassing ...
She muttered and shook her head.
I mean- maybe if I had a broken leg or something... She frowned and stopped talking. Sulking about it wouldn't help anything. She figured she had the force too, but she wasn't too sure she would have the focus to use levitation techniques. 6 minutes, 43 second.

(This post spans seven minutes from the time Dom left the hangar and found the bombs) It had not taken long after the woman had stepped away and the man who had interrogated him moved to leave the Hangar that he heard the sound of a familiar voice over the comm in his ear. It was not enough, however, to lift him quickly from his brief meditation as he knelt there with his head bowed and his body drawing in the Force with a slow but intent vengeance. However, as he knelt there, something else began to happen in the skies above where the Wayward Son had departed down towards the hangar. A craft, previously hidden by it’s self cloaking, began to descend at a much steadier pace from a point across and above the Wayward Son. It slowly descended, spinning to turn it’s docking bay towards the entrance to the Hangar. It would be the sight of this infiltrator that ushered the raising of Kaja’s head. His attention drawn to it intensely. ”Is it ready?”

He breathed as he slowly, against the bearable agony that was his screaming body, lifted himself from his kneel into a stand. It was the Force pooling around him and through his more feeble physical form that moved him as he began to make his way towards the hangar doors and away from the two who had been there with him. ”Very well. I shall see to it.” He said again, however this time with a much more ushered towards silent tone as he picked up his pace and approached the docking ramp of the infiltrator. The interior lights gave off a faint red glow that quickly consumed his form as it disappeared inside. A matter of minutes passing while he was inside. While unaware of the timer on the bombs he did not remain inside longer than seven minutes. And his presence did not go empty, as what appeared to be a young brunette girl slowly descended from the craft following his entry.

With pale, almost white, irises she scanned the Hangar. Almost as if she’d never seen something like it before her eyes falling on each corpse she could see as her head moved in a slow arc that her neck would allow. Inside the ship, away from prying eyes the sound of metal against metal and hissing could be heard before a much louder hiss escaped and her attention was drawn away before her eyes could fall on the woman who had spoken to Kaja. A look of concern mixed with disapproval crossed her face as they met a now armored figure slowly descending the ramp. His head turned to her but he strode past her. Giving her little recollection beyond a small shift of his hand to usher her to follow him. ”She will be here shortly. Pay no mind to the woman, however do as you wish with the man once we’re aboard.” Kaja’s voice echoed from within the helmet of his armor as he lifted his arm slowly to inspect what he had not donned in what felt like decades.

”Yes, father.” She muttered as he began his slow walk back towards where Thea and Atton stood. Only to stop near where the Wayward Son had landed and waited. As if no one else existed but he and the girl who accompanied him.

Well. Someone else that was still here. He seamed tired, Dominic took it from his sweat that stuck to his face, and how jumpy he was by pulling his slugthrower instantly. Dominic only smirked at his comment about not looking like the picture on his name tag. He dropped the weapon, it clattered heavily on the floor as he walked forward calmly. "You got me."

It was easy to tell when someone who was as desperate and tired as this man was, on when they were about to pull the trigger. Their jaw locks up, they squeeze the slugthrower harder and their face brightens a little into more redder shades. He held his slugthrower in both hands.

Dominion lurched forward, ducking to the left and bringing his now free right hand out and pushed the slugthrower to the right, gripping both his hands at the wrists. At this distance, it was child's play to close in from the left and stab him twice in the center of his chest, his diaphragm. He had thrown his left foot forward behind the guards, and now Dominion bent his knee and sent it into the guard's exposed leg joint. With a heave, he took the man to the ground, the Dagger still sunken into the muscle than controlled his lungs. The guard's head smacked against the floor.

His mouth stretched open wide as he tried to gasp, to breath, but with his muscle that allow him to do that now pierced, that was getting incredibly difficult. He struggled, trying to free his arms for his weapon. Eventually his waning strength was enough to break the one hand hold Dominion had on both his wrists, and he tried to swing his weapon to point at Dominion's body, but his opponent was in the way. A few more shots were fired as he reflexively pulled the trigger.

Even Dominion realized that he was growing weaker much faster than he should have been. It was only a few seconds longer that the man lost the grip on his weapon, letting it fall to the ground. His face looked sunken, the tissue around his eyes leaving and making him look like he had been in a prison camp for a few months. Dominion... wanted to stab him again. But, no, why? He's clearly gone now... Dominion looked down at the Dagger, pulling it out slowly. The runes were glowing red... And Dominion wanted to sink it into the man once more. He almost did, but the bomb timer flashed into his head. He had no time!

Dominic stood up slowly, still trying to shake the feeling to cut this man into pieces. His eyes kept locking onto the body, until he had to physically tear his body away and start down the hall. "Just because I use you, doesn't mean you get to mess with my head!" He growled at the Dagger as he left the corpse and his machine slugthrower. He didn't have the time to pick it up or have it weigh him down. Instead he drew the loaded slugthrower that was tucked away, holding that in his right hand now as he ran for the Hanger.

Along the way, he had pulled off his lab coat. No need for it. Now it was just his black undershirt and pants. As he jogged, he tucked the Dagger back where the pistol was. If he got jumped again, this weapon should be all he needed. No way was he going to satisfy that thing. He used his shirt to cover it. It wouldn't hide it's force signature per-say, but any sight to it would be gone. He heard footsteps coming from around the corner, so Dominic stopped and pointed his slugthrower forward. Out came the lumbering, huge red Zabrak, carrying a wounded woman in his arms. Letting out an audible sigh of relief and lowering the weapon to alert them to his presence, Dominic smiled at the two. Not genuine, by any means of the term. "Better start running. Counter is close to 0."

While one might have considered it odd to watch a woman of her stature carry a man like Adieumus with relative ease, she received no such questioning from the polydroxol. Instead she was welcomed by a seeming, and quite refreshing, understanding mixed with a mild humor that was meant to slide away from the menacing and utterly vague remark she had made in regards to his purpose. While she had presented his species in her words, she had not done more than merely use it as his calling card. It was for that very reason that she continued to effectively ignore him as they made their way down the halls, making each turn crisply without even looking as if the entire complex were her design. While she was able to access the grid in her mind, she knew the creature beside her was far from even close enough to figuring out exactly what she was.

As he remarked on her mindset, she gave him a cold but meaningful gaze before turning and drawing her attention away from him once more. She could see everything. Each device, object, even organ structure, inside his being and for what felt like moments she was reminded exactly why his kind were dangerous beyond reasonable acceptance. And in her loss of outward thought she cleanly heard and passed Loki and Dominion as they themselves came into view briefly. As if they didn’t exist. Instead she processed their presence, noted the rather large zabrak and made her way again towards the hangar where she could see in the security vid logs that the Son had landed. And her creator had dismissed himself rather precariously. Hefting Adieumus just a bit, causing her form to lean forward and angle herself with a bit more speed she made her way through the final corridors and out of the door where she could make a quick and notably intent b-line towards Son.

If she did not get him to the medical bay he would not survive. His time was shorter than most would have thought and she was the only one with the immediate knowledge of his precise injuries. While blowing past the others in the hangar would have been considered rude, she considered her mission pertinent. Her creator and ward included. ”No questions. No time. Find the pale man and send him here. Or we’ll have a dead man on our hands.” She announced almost ungracefully as she came upon Raxxie who had been preparing the med bay. Bombs, a dying warrior and a mess of unruly stragglers tangled together into a wicked web of camaraderie. It was a disaster waiting to unfold.