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 Post Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 2:32 pm    Post subject: Lusankya Prison
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I walked into the main assembly chamber of the prison facility. Every Rebel prisoner captured at Fondor, as well as the few from Corellia, was there. A total of one hundred fifty soldiers manning E-Web repeaters stood on the catwalks above the deck, ready to cut down all fifteen thousand five hundred forty-seven prisoners if need be. The vast majority of them were from the Fondor engagement. Commodore Onca's task force had been inundated with the prisoners, picking up the escape pods as he negotiated for the planet below. But another fifteen were from Corellia, and were only now being processed.
The first thought had been to ship them all to Kessel, but problems there precluded that option. Finally, it was decided to house them in this secret prison facility.
I turned to a stormtrooper at my left. "Lieutenant, get the senior officers. I want them first."
"Yes, my lord."
The white-armored man called for the senior officers to step forward. When nobody did, I motioned to the E-Web gunners. They aimed their guns into the mass of Rebels.
"If the fleet commanders from Fondor do not show themselves in precisely thirty seconds, my men will open fire until they do step forward."
There were unintelligible murmurs, then a human and a Bothan stepped forward.
"Vice Admiral David Hunt? Commodore Vlaad Kle'Vla?"
Each nodded. I turned back to the lieutenant. "Get them up here."
The stormtrooper went down with two other men, and brought the Rebels up to the catwalk. I glanced from Hunt to Kle'Vla, then pointed at the Bothan. "You first." Then, to the lieutenant, "If he resists, shoot him." And to Hunt, I said, "You, go with her," indicating Shayera. Then we led the commodore down the corridor.



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The Moff and the Imperial lieutenant took Commodore Vlaad Kle'Vla to and interrogation cell.
"Well, Commodore," Moff Jenob began, "This seems to be quite a mess you've gotten into."
Commodore Kle'Vla remained silent, he wasn't ready to say anything to the Imperials, while Moff Jenob started to take a note.
"Tusk cat got your tongue?" Moff Jenob asked.
Commodore Kle'Vla remained silent still.
Moff Jenob sighed, "Commodore, you're not going to be tortured. You're not going to be executed. I just want to know a few things."
In reply, Commodore Kle'Vla said "Vlaad Kle'Vla, Commodore, 80741747."
Moff Jenob chuckled, "A veteran of this sort of thing, hm?"
"I told you all I am going to tell you already, and I doubt I shall say anything more," Commodore Kle'Vla replied.
Moff Jenob smirked, "You just did."
"You would figure that out eventually," replied Commodore Kle'Vla, gaining confidence from the Moff's assurances that there would be no executions or torture.
"Come now, Commodore," Mof Jenob replied, "You're an intelligent man. Surely you can see that resistance will only cause you more trouble."
"Vlaad Kle'Vla, Commodore, 80741747"
"Is this any way to behave after we spared the lives of over fifteen thousand Rebels?" Moff Jenob inquired.
"Only to be taken to your ship in orbit of who knows what planet," Commodore Kle'Vla retorted.
"Ship? You're on Coruscant, Commodore. The heart of the Empire." Moff Jenob explained, "A nice, safe underground complex. No need to worry about bombardment here."
"If you say so, the walls still look like bulkheads to me."
Moff Jenob shrugged, "All right. They're bulkheads. I suppose the floor is the deck, as well. Whatever you wish to tell yourself."
"You Imps must love the sound of your own voices, so far you havn't gotten to asking for any secrets." Commodore Kle'Vla replied.
"Why waste my breath?" Moff Jenob asked, " I've been on both sides of the table enough times. I know how it works, Commodore."
"I would assume you have me here for a reason." Commodore Kle'Vla said.
"Oh, don't worry. There will be questions." Moff Jenob assured, " Just not immediately. I'd like you to have a chance to settle in, get used to the surroundings."
"I thought you said there would be no torture?"
Moff Jenob laughed dryly, "And a sense of humor. I was beginning to have my doubts about you, Commodore. Though, I am curious," Moff Jenob asked, "Why were you at Fondor?"
"Vlaad Kle'Vla, Commodore, 80741747."
"Tsk tsk tsk. You're only prolonging the inevitable, Commodore."
"Which would be?"
Moff Jenob appeared to be disapointed, "And for a moment I thought you were quite intelligent."
"You said no execution, so its not death. You said no torture so its not that either. The only alternative I could think of is you get bored and give up."
"Well, it depends on how one defines torture, doesn't it?"
"So the torture is listening to you for who knows how long?" Commodore Kle'Vla asked.
"Touche, Commodore." Moff Jenob then took hold of a sidearm.
Worried, Commodore Kle'Vla said, "No execution, remember?"
Moff Jenob made adjustments to the sidearm, and aimed inbetween Commodore Kle'Vla eyes. Moff Jenob fired and damaged Commodore Kle'Vla's whiskers.
Surprised, Commodore Kle'Vla gave the only reply he could think of "Vlaad Kle'Vla, Commodore, 80741747."
"I really have to hand it to you, Commodore. You are quite brave." Moff Jenob said.
"Kindly explain why that does not equate torture to an Imperial?" asked Commodore Kle'Vla.
"No physical damage to you, unless you count getting a free trim damaging."
"What about mental damage?"
A look of mock concern came on Moff Jenob's face, "What's the matter? Did I scare you?"
"Of course not," Commodore Kle'Vla dismissed that thought.
Moff Jenob gets up and motions to the guards, "Escort our "guest" to his cell. Make sure he's comfortable. But if he tries to escape..."
The stormtrooper replied "Understood, sir."
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Otet landed his ship outside the prison, on the landing pad, and exited the ship. He told the guards outside that Emporer Vader ordered him to transport some prisoners. He chained the 4 men togethor and led them towards the front entrance. He told the guards to take good care of them, and that they were high price bounties. He entered his ship, and left the planet.
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The YT-2400 came within site of the Prison complex. It was huge, with many guards outside, He requested clearance to land the ship on the landing pad about 200 meters from the complex.

"This is Yankee-Tango 2-4-0-0, requesting clearance to land on the Lusankya Prison landing pad. We have 3 prisoners to transfer." he said.

"Yes, you are cleared to land."

Otet landed the ship, and pulled out his datapad to show to the guards. He opened up the cargo bay. "MARCH, lets move it, you filthy animals." he told the prisoners he was transferring. He stepped outside and showed one of the stormtroopers the datapad, "By order of Emporer Darth Vader, these three prisoners are to be delivered to Lusankya Prison on Coruscant."

"Well then I guess we need to accept these prisoners as they are ordered to be sent here by Emporer Vader himself.. Thank you."

"No problem, Ill be on my way then."

Otet walked back on the ship, and shut the cargo doors. He then proceeded towards the cockpit, and sat in the pilot seat, and turned on the engines, and took off.
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I shoved the Rebel officer into the interrogation room. He staggered, and shot a look back. "Why, thank you," he said without a hint of sarcasm.
I shot a glare at him. "Don't get cute," I warned, and gestured to a chair with my weapon. "Sit down, Admiral. Make your self at home," I mocked.
"Thank you," he replied and sat. His green eyes were underscored by signs of sleep deprivation, and his dark hair was unkempt. Still, he carried himself with a cocky air. And I had every intention of breaking that air.
"Enjoying your stay at the Lusankya Lounge?" I asked sarcastically. Lusankya Lounge was the tongue-in-cheek name for the prison complex.
"Yes, quite actually. Thank you, though I would like to complain about the service..."
I nodded. "Don't tip and we'll get the picture," I muttered.
"I'll do that," he answered, then pulled his chair to the table, folding his arms and resting them on the table.
I rolled my eyes, then got to the point. "So, Admiral," I began, having divined his rank from the shoulder patch, "why were you at Fondor?"
"David Hunt, Vice Admiral, two-three-one-four-three-seven-five-one."
Name, rank, and serial number. How original, I mused.
"That hurts, Admiral. I'm simply trying to improve the service," I said, feigning hurt.
"I'm sure," he shot back, leaning back in his chair and looking at the ceiling.
I mimicked his gesture, leaning back and letting my wings go over the back. Then Hunt, leaned forward. "Oh, hi. I'm David. What's your name?" he asked innocently.
Two can play this game, I thought. "Shayera Hol, Executive, aye-aye-eight-five-three-two."
"Nice to meet you, Shayera," he said. I stiffened at the casual use of my given name. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Admiral," I said, trying to keep from gritting my teeth.
"Good to hear it."
I rested my elbows on the table, knit my hands together, set my chin on my extended thumbs, and stared at the Rebel. He returned it.
"Why didn't you retreat from Fondor before losing two of your ships?"
"David Hunt, Vice Admiral, two-three-one-four-three-seven-five-one."
I sighed. "I doubt thats classified."
"Good for you."
"I'm just wondering. Your file says you're quite intelligent. And yet to make such a stupid mistake..."
"Really? And how could have possible come across that file?"
This guy was arrogant beyond compare. "We have our ways," I evaded. "And I know you have yours as well," I said before he could.
"Yes, yes we do," he added unnecessarily. I raised an eyebrow then smirked. Then he continued. "And I'm touched that you've been reading about me."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I read it when I have insomnia."
"I'm sure," Hunt smirked. "Tell me, do you stare at my picture all day, too?"
"No," I said flatly.
"Oh, all night then?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself," I grunted, then smirked mischievously, my thoughts focusing on Ams. "I've got better things to stare at."
"Really? You haved intelligence photos of me? I'm sure they're much better than my profile photo."
I scoffed. "No wonder your file had no mention of previous relationships. Your right hand must be all you need."
"It said that?" he feigned shock, very badly. "Oh dear. I must take that up with the department once I get back to the Rebellion.
"Perhaps you'd like to help me with that? You are a nonhuman afterall. I'm sure you're oppressed by the Empire, as well as your people. As well as everyone else in the Galaxy."
Yeah, right. I'm only a kriffing executive. As for Thanagar, it turned about better than I planned, I thought to myself. It was nice to see Hro and Canjra. I quickly snapped back to the immediate situation.
"'Oppress?' You listen to your propaganda too much."
"Yes, of course I do. I'm the one who writes it all. That's my job."
"As for your relationship problem, perhaps taking your eyes off the mirror for two seconds would help."
"Hey, hey, hey... There's no need to get insulting."
I shook my head and addressed his prior remark. "Public relations," I laughed dryly. "There's a good one."
"No, seriously. If you ever need a speech written, drop by my cell. You'll be more than welcome," the oaf smiled.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked dangerously.
Hunt looked wounded. "Of course not. You're married, after all."
I had to give him credit for that. Most people missed the wedding ring. "You're not half as dumb as you look."
"Then I must be super intelligent."
And there goes the credit.
"You make Tarkin look modest," I muttered.
"Tarkin, Tarkin..." Hunt seemed to be trying to recall something. "Oh, yes. The Moff who died when we blew up with Death Star," he smirked.
"It was a lucky shot. Anyway, why were you at Fondor, Admiral?"
Hunt rested his chin on his hands. "What's your husband's name?"
I gave him an icy smile. "I ask the questions, Admiral," I stated, leaving the veil of the threat transparently thin.
"Of course you do."
I tried another tack. "Where are you from, anyway?"
"Chandrila."
I nodded. "I thought I heard the accent," I noted, then smiled smugly. "You know, your homeworld is a staunch supporter of the Empire."
"Much to my disgust, yes. Though, there are those who oppose the Empire," he pointed out.
"And more who oppose the Rebellion," I said, getting the upper hand.
"So, where are you from?"
"You don't listen very well, do you?" I said coolly. "So, why Fondor?"
"You don't give up easily, do you?"
I leaned back and smiled a smile without an iota of friendliness or warmth. "And you still don't listen."
"Well, if you want an answer... David Hunt, Vice Admiral, two-three-one-four-three-seven-five-one."
I tilted my head. "Come on, Admiral. It's not some state secret. You wanted the shipyards, didn't you?"
"No. We were sent to assassinate Onca and Vader."
Nerfshit was the first word that flashed into my mind. "You're a lousy liar, Admiral."
"Believe what you like, then. It's the truth."
I gave hima sarcastic nod. "I'll bet.
"You haven't exactly had much success in dealing with the Imperial Navy, have you? Kessel, Corellia, Fondor... Each time, you led them, and each time you lost."
"David Hunt, Vice Admiral, two-three-one-four-three-seven-five-one."
I laughed coldly. "Oh, I see. It's not secrets you want to protect. It's your ego."
Hunt stayed silent and sullen.
"What's the matter," I mocked. "Did I hit a nerve?"
"Yes, actually," he confessed.
"Aww, poor thing," I mocked in an apologetic tone.
Hunt didn't budge.I got up and walked around the table, still pushing. "You're a typical Rebel. All talk, all bravado..." I stopped next him, bent down to look him in the eye, and slammed my fist on the table. "But when you're staring cold, hard reality in the face," I hissed, "you fall apart."
Hunt bolted to his feet and braced himself on the table. "I won't tell you anything, and making me look stupid in front of your people isn't going to change that," he said, his air of authority and arrogance gone. I found myself wondering if he was trying to convince me or himself. But he was breaking, and that brought a wolfish smile to my lips. "Oh, you''ll talk. Sooner or later, you'll tell me everything. But, I still have plenty of your men to get through," I said as I straightened up. "Corporal!" I called to the guard. The stormtrooper came into the small room.
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.
I jerked my head a Hunt. "Take him to a cell. If he tries to escape, aim for the knees."
The trooper nodded, then manhandled Hunt away.
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The sounds of distant fighting echoed down the corridors, as did the screams of wounded and dying soldiers and prisoners. But this section was oddly quiet. There no sounds of feet on the polished black deckplates, no blaster fire, no people for that matter.
Cadet Salla Vivek walked carefully at the end of my blaster, seemingly trying not to go too fast and appear to be escaping, but not too slow and seem to be stalling.
The gray bulkheads--no point in calling them walls now, Jendob--showed some signs of struggle. Small pits and burn marks denoted blaster strikes. Occasionally, there would be a small splash of fluid as well. I didn't need a microscope to know it was the blood of prisoners and guards alike. But, strangely, no bodies were in the corridors. But during the forced march, we saw why. All of the bodies of Imperial stormtroopers, guards, and some interrogators were thrown in a room, with the door ajar. They were mostly like thrown in there to make any Imperials passing through unaware of their now unguarded enemy.
The cadet, glancing around the corridor since we left her cell, peered into the room, and blanched.
"Eyes front, Cadet."
She didn't need to be told twice.



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Commodore Kle'Vla was ssitting in his cell. It had been days since he had been interogated, and was wondering when the Imps would notice him again, aside from food of course.
So much for no torture, this could easily be seen as a form of it.
He heard footsteps outside the door, then a wirring noise. Slowly, a hole apeared in the door and lengthened into a line, tracing a rectangle big enough for most species to step through. The durasteel fell down and standing on the other side of the door were some of the Alliance crewmen.
"Sir, we are here to rescue you," a petty officer said.
"I can see that," Vlaad replied, "Why now?"
"Sir, Commander in Chie Solo was recently captured, this was the right time to begin our escape."
"Commander in Chief?" Vlaad inquired.
"Yes sir."
"Well, things have changed during our captivity, What else can you tell me?"
"Sir, Commander in Chief Solo has been broken out of his cell, after breaking out you we will break out Admiral Hunt. Most of the guards have been disposed of."
Vlaad stood up and strode to the doorway. "Hand me a blaster and lets get moving."
"Yes sir."



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Vice Admiral Hunt-

I was taken back to my cell after the interrogation, much to my protest. I was certain they would eventually resort to torture, being the savages they are, but I would do my best not to reveal any secrets or information.
As I was manhandled into my cell, I lay down on the flimsy bed, and stared at the ceiling. As the guard closed the door, I shouted after him. "What?! No padded chairs?!" He ignored my comment and returned to whatever it is he was doing.
I hadn't had much sleep on the Imperial vessel on the way to rendezvous with whatever ship it is we were on, so I decided to get some rest, and then attempt an escape when I woke up.

Over the next several days I was completely confined to my cell, and on the sixth night - by my count - I feared that I was starting to go mad with the confinement. I slowly slipped into unconciousness for the hundredth time in my confinement, hoping there would be a chance for escape when I woke up.

I awoke an unknwon amount of time later and jumped to my feet, I had been awoken by a loud blaring klaxon. It most likely mean that someone else had beaten me to it and already attempted an escape. I could hear shooting and shouting outside in the corridor, which lasted for several minutes, before someone opened the door of the cell I was in. I backed away as it swung open, ready to pounce on any Imperials attempting to enter.
To my surprise a Rebel navy officer entered, it was the Chief Engineer from the Home One.
"Lt. McKennon? What's going on?" I demanded.
"Sir, several of us managed to overpower the guards who were taking us out for interrogation. We're springing as many people as possible from their cells," he said, gasping for breath.
"Lets get out of here," I said. Rushing out of the cell and into the corridor. The Lieutenant had a weapon, what looked like a blaster from a Naval guard. "Let's look for an armoury, we can free anyone else we find on the way," I ordered.
We started off on a jog down the corridor, looking out for Stormtroopers or other Imps. We luckily spotted none for several minutes, but eventually our luck ran out. We rounded a corner, there was a naval guard no more than two metres away, he lifted his weapon and fired. Lieutenant McKennon took a blaster hit to the chest. I had no time to try and run, or pick up the Lieutenant's weapon, so I dived towards the Imperial, and we were both thrown to the ground.
I got up as quickly as possible and punched the Imperial squarely in the nose, his head banged off the ground but unfortunately his helmet took the brunt of the impact. He kicked me and I fell backwards away from him, as he jumped up. I got up as quickly as I could and grabbed his right arm, swinging him round and into the bulkhead. He went flying into the bulkhead and fell to the floor, unconcious. I took his pistol and tucked it into my belt, and then grabbed Lieutenant McKennon's weapon, and then took off down the corridor.
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Nevin winced as he was pushed down the corridor by the bulky Wookie. His jaw still ached; he was surprised it wasn’t broken.

He hated these Rebels. If he could be lucky enough to find a blaster, he could take out Solo…he was already wounded. It’s just that Wookiee. Solo wouldn’t be a problem…but the Wookiee would…

The escaped prisoners must’ve done a good job of distracting the guards; this hall was usually full of them, but they were currently absent. Just his luck.

The Wookiee apparently noticed he was becoming distracted and prodded the stolen blaster into his back more. Antilles suppressed a groan and turned his head back to look at Solo, whom was covering their vulnerable rear.

“You know, you're not going to get o—“ Nevin began to warn, but Solo’s giant alien companion roared threateningly before the Grand Moff could complete his sentence.

Solo nodded at the Wookiee. “Thank you,” He muttered before turning towards Antilles, brandishing his blaster. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you until we’re out of this godsforsaken ship.”

The young Imperial glared at the older man, pushing away the blaster. “You don’t scare me. You need me to get out of here, else you’ve woulda killed me already,” He pointed out. He knew how these terrorists worked. Even if Solo wouldn’t admit it.

The Rebellion Commander-in-Chief returned the Grand Moff’s glare as he shoved the blaster into Antilles’ back. “How ‘bout we find out…” He trailed off.

When Nevin remained not intimidated, Solo fired with a smirk as the bolt hit the same spot where the interrogator had shot him back in the cell. Antilles collapsed back into the wall, clutching his shoulder in pain.

“See?” Solo said. “No jokes.” He pushed the wounded man off the wall and back into the center of the corridor. “Keep going.”

Nevin gritted his teeth and managed to hiss out a retort. “Didn’t k-kill me,” He growled. It was true, then…Solo knew he needed him to get out of here alive. Pitiful scum.

Han started walking again. “Next one will,” He threatened. “Or maybe I’ll just sic Chewie her on you…” He added as the Wookiee bared his teeth.

The resilient young man begrudgingly followed Solo. The opportunity would present itself. “Not str-strong enough to do it yourself?” He insulted.

“I'd rather see you suffer,” The Rebel responded. “Besides, what would be worse? Me blasting you or a Wookiee yanking your arm off?” He added with a smirk.

And risk killing me? Yeah, right… Nevin thought, but kept moving, not responding to Han’s latest statement.

The Wookiee sniffed the air intently. Like a vornskyr hunting down an escaped convict.

Nevin sighed slightly and looked around again. How could he have been so stupid? Hell, how had the Wookiee even found Han’s cell? He was probably going to get reprimanded for this…

Still no weapons lying around. Damn it. All there

As they approached the corner, Solo readied his blaster and looked around the corner.

“SOLO!” A female voice yelled, then the sound of blaster fire ensued…
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I walked down the corridor, Vivek in front, Shayera at the rear. My pistol was drawn, and I was using it to direct Vivek to the proper cell. We walked past a corridor, and I could see the exchanges of blaster in a parallel passage. We continued a little but more quickly after that, then stopped dead only ten meters away when Shayera whispered, “I hear something.”
She ducked behind a support, and I ducked behind one opposite, hauling our prisoner behind as well.
“What’s going on?” the young cadet asked, nearly stumbling behind me.
“Shut up,” I whispered, then glanced at Shayera as I heard voices. “I hear it too.”
I heard footsteps behind me, and whirled, pistol at the ready. The sight I saw was the last one I expected, and the third-to-last desirable.
“Oh, it’s you,” Kara T’Tol groaned.
“Kara?!”
Shayera grabbed her arm and yanked her behind a support beam.
“Who’s she?” Vivek exclaimed.
I replied, “Long story.”
“Who is she?” my best friend’s wife-to-be demanded.
“Prisoner. And how the hell did you get in here?”
Kara put on a look of devious satisfaction and dogged determination. “I used Nevin’s security pass. And I’m gonna go find him,” she stated as she tried to wriggle out of Shayera’s grip, quite futilely.
“We’re in the middle of a prison break, Kara,” Shayera said firmly while trying to keep her still.
“If you go out there,” I added, “someone will shoot your ass off.”
A movement from the passageway connecting this corridor to the battle-ravaged hallway we caught a glimpse of caught my eye. A blaster pistol was poking around the corner. It was soon followed by the head of a human male.
Solo!” Shayera exclaimed. I fired on instinct, the crimson bolt exploding next to his head. She fired as well, coming a lot closer, sending a bolt just millimeters from his cheek.
At the same time, Vivek screamed, and Kara shouted “Han Solo?!”
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I stood outside the armoury, loading up the standard storm trooper blaster, and then slammed the door shut before moving on. I would head back towards the cell block to try and free some re-inforcements, hopefully without running into any more Naval Guards or Storm Troopers.
I went jogging down the hall, weapon at the ready, peeking round corners before going at a dead run down them past any junctions. I got to the end of the last corridor before the prison block, and looked round. There were three Naval Guards walking in the opposite direction.
I followed behind them cautiously, with them in my sites, moving along against the wall, keeping low. We eventually came to an opening, and they went in one direction. I took my chances and sprinted in the opposite direction, luckily I wasn't spotted. I was now back around where my cell was, which was hopefully where they were keeping Vlaad and the other MC80 crews. If so then I could free some Rebel Army officers who would be a great help.
I passed my cell, when I thought I heard something coming from inside, like someone muttering 'where is he.' I spotted the dark figures exit my cell and I crouched down against the other wall, aiming my weapon directly at them. Two people emerged, a Bothan and a Human.
As soon as I recognised the Bothan, I started over for the cell, just as they noticed me. I reached the other side without incident, and addressed them. "Vlaad, good to see yo-" Several shots rang out and we all dived to the ground, there were two Storm Troopers on the upper level taking pot shots at us.
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Han flinched and quickly moved back around to the adjacent wall as two blaster bolts splattered against the bulkhead where his head had been moments before. That was too close...

He crouched down even further and started to move along the wall where Chewie and the Imperial officer were waiting. "Can't go that way..."

Han stopped as the Wookiee started to grunt and gesture madly in the direction they had come. It was obvious in his tone that he didn't want to go back that way. Han sneered at his companion and opened his mouth to speak when the arrogant Imp beat him to it. "If-if you surrender now, maybe they'll kill you q-quick..." he managed to spit out as he clutched his shoulder from the wound Han inflicted on him.

Standing up to his full height, Han raised the blaster pistol he was holding in his non-injured arm so that the Imperial could clearly see it. "I don't give up," he said in all seriousness. He made sure to stare the younger man directly in the eye to make sure he got the point. Han wasn't surprised when he didn't see any kind of reaction from him.

Another blaster bolt managed to take Han by surprise as it too smashed into the bulkhead only meters from the group. The guards were gaining on them and that meant it was time to move. He gestured down the hallway with the nozzle of the blaster. "Chewie, go!"

Once again the giant Wookiee began to play coward, bending his body inward and shaking his shaggy head in a negative. Han wasn't in the mood to play games and strode forward. "I don't care, you big oaf!" He let loose with the blaster and whacked the Wookiee on the backside to get him moving. "GO!"

As Chewie finally started to sprint down the corridor, Han caught the young Imperial out of the corner of his eye trying to slip around the corner. He stopped in his tracks and jabbed the blaster once again into the man's side. "You too..." he said with an icy tone.

"Solo!" came the female voice again.

Han turned around slightly, distracted by the woman calling his name. As soon as he turned, his expression dropped as he recognized the same woman who conducted his interrogation a week earlier. He stared at her a moment longer. "Oh no, not the bird whore--" He was cut off as a blaster bolt came careening dangeriously close to his head.

"Great..." he grumbled under his breath as he began to run, occasionally taking a shot at the pursuing Imperials.

"Nev! NEVIN!" another female voice resounded over the hum of blaster fire.

Nevin, huh? So that was the name of his lucky hostage. Good to finally fit a name to a face. As if reminded that he was with them, Han scanned the corridor for Nevin. He spotted him once again stalling and looking for a way to escape. Han couldn't help by smirk at his effort, knowing that it will ultimately fail.

"Chewie!" he called to his companion. "Grab him!" Han caught the slightly surprised look on the other man's face as the Wookiee once again attempted to hoist him up into his arms.

Then everything was a blur...

Han felt a stabbing pain burn through his right hand. He heard himself yell out above the sound of nearby blaster fire and felt the blaster slip from his fingers before going numb.

He stopped running to collect himself, his other hand instinctively going to his newly wounded right hand. He winced and glanced upward in time to see somthing or someone coming directly for him. He was whisked into the wall and felt himself falling to the deckplates before his mind could fully register what it was that hit him.
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Antilles didn’t waste any time, and within seconds of the shot, he had pinned Solo to the ground. He almost regretted doing it no sooner than he did it - he was weak; the only reason Solo fell was cause Nevin just…fell on him.

However, for the moment, Solo was still trying to figure out what happened to him. Nevin guessed he had plenty of time before the old man’s slow mind would register the events, and so he reached out to grab the blaster that was lying on the floor, perhaps in the young Grand Moff’s reach. He recoiled from the pain in his shoulder, and, even as he did so, the injured Rebel began to stir.

Antilles grimaced, but smiled slightly as his finger touched the outer edge of the trigger. He spared himself a quick glance up around his surroundings, just to make sure he wasn’t about to be trampled by something. Nevin observed the Wookiee, distracted for the moment, and a strange woman running down the hall screaming a scream that would break the strongest durasteel.

Then Nevin felt a hand pound his arm and his fingers released from the blaster. Solo had obviously adjusted to his injury. Even so, Antilles heard the man scream out as Han’s wound was hit on impact. He seemed to be doing anything to keep him from getting that blaster. Somewhat noble, but stupid.

The small attack didn’t really hurt Nevin and he turned his attention back to Solo, but the feisty Rebel was already beginning to sit up, although he was moving slowly from his wounds. Antilles had to get that blaster, now. Soon, the Rebel prisoner would be on his feet and escaping from this hellish ship.

Nevin mustered the strength to move off of Solo and slide across the floor, attempting to grab the blaster once and for all, but the Rebel was too quick for that. He pounced on Antilles, much as the Imperial had pounced on him a few moments earlier.

Plastered to the floor, Nevin grunted in reaction and was forced to pull away from the blaster. Damn it! If he could get it, this would be over! Hell, if one of those damn incompetent guards would actually notice what was going on over here, this would be over already!

Solo’s hands worked to pull Antilles back away from the weapon, and he succeeded for the most part. Nevin tried to keep friction between himself and the ground just long enough to grab the blaster, but he was simply too hurt to muster the strength. He yelled out as the blaster pistol was lost from his reach.

Now they were both about the same distance from the weapon of their desiring, neither of them quite strong enough to beat the other. Solo started leeching himself across the floor in attempt to grab it. Antilles clenched his teeth and started crawling for it as well, but his opponent was almost there already. Nevin had concede at least one thing: Solo was persistent.

The Rebel outstretched his hand, scooping the blaster, loosely, with his fingers. Nevin was already working at pulling it from him, both men trying to get a better grip on it. This was pitiful…wait! His vibroblade! Nevin nearly forgot about it! If he could coerce his other arm to pull it from his belt…but that would risk Solo getting the blaster. A vibroblade wouldn’t do him any good if there was a searing hole through his head.

But maybe it was already too late.

A blaster fired. Nevin looked down, expecting to see blood pouring from his chest…but wait, that was too loud for a pistol.

The sound announced itself again.

An Imperial E-web. The guards were finally getting the big guns in.
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"C'mon," I said to Shayera as Solo retreated into the corridor. "Except you," I said to Salla. "And you stay too, Kara."
"Shove it, jackass. I don't take orders from you," the Chandrilan snapped.
"Kara--" Shayera started.
"You shut up too, Hawky!"
That was it. I knew she probably hated both of us, but racial epithets were too far. And she was endangering all of us. "That's enough!" I roared. "One more word out of you and I'll shoot you where you stand!"
Then we ran after the Rebel commander-in-chief.
"Solo!" I barked as we rounded the corner into the adjacent passage.
Shayera spotted Nevin. "Nev!"
"Nevin?!" I heard Kara holler as she bolted over. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get herself killed. "Where's Nevin?" she demanded.
I shoved her back. "Dammit, Kara..." The maneuver almost got me shot.
Shayera ducked behind cover, and shot Solo's gun hand. He screamed and Nevin tackled him.
As Nevin and Solo scuffled, I drew a bead on a Rebel Wing Commander named Walker. He fell without a sound, and with a smoldering hole in his chest. At the same time, a scream issued from Solo, but I couldn't spare a glance at the brawl since a blaster bolt was headed for me. I dodged it, and fired back, this time taking down a Lieutenant Colonel. I recognized him as having been brought in by that bounty hunter.
A Rebel scientist cowering next to the fallen colonel perished next, this time from Shayera's hand. Her next shot brought down a captain or colonel. (Those were T_DOG94's Rebel characters. I had permission to kill them.) Someone returned fire, nearly hitting Shayera. I growled and shot the Rebel bastard between the eyes, Shy hit another one in the throat. Blood sprayed from the woman's mouth as she went down. I fired again, and blew the ear off a Rebel officer.
I risked a glance over at Solo, and saw he'd started to win his fight with Nevin. A weapon was firmly ensconced in the Rebel's hand.
Then there was the distinctive sound of an E-Web opening up. Following the report of the large gun came the bloodcurdling scream of its immediate target.
Then a bolt struck Shayera in her shoulder. A crimson nimbus surrounded her as the ultraconductive coating on the uniform and the forcefield protected her from injury, but the kinetic energy of the bolt still knocked her flat. And there was no telling how much the combination of the coating and forcefield protected her.
"Shayera!"
She grunted. "I'm okay, I'm okay." Then she rose to her feet and shot the Rebel who hit her in the gut. I also noticed she folded her wings in so they went perpendicular to her body, offering a much narrower profile from the front.
Another Rebel went down, cut in half by the lethal force the E-Web. Shayera took advantage of the confusion to rush over to Solo, jump up, and kick the weapon from his hand.



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OOC: Okay this is all very confusing, now i just need to brutally take out some Imps after what Ams just did Joke .

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I looked towards the upper level, and took a few shots at the Storm trooper squad, eliminating 2 of them. With my captured blaster set at full power the troopers were killed instantly.
The other 2 troopers got up and ran towards a better vantage point against us, but were surprisingly cut down as they ran. The fire was coming from an unknown location on the upper level to my right.
"Hold fire," shouted someone at the head of a group of Rebel officers running along the path. There were about 15 of them, all armed, they got themselves to the lower level and hooked up with us.
"Sirs," said a young Lt. Cmdr. "It's good to see you, as far as we can tell, all the escape pods and other internal craft are too heavily guarded for us to get to, we dont see any way out of here."
"Dont worry, we'll find a way," I said, hoping my statement was true. I got up and we all moved through the detention area, gaining several more member to our rag-tag band of escapees. Eventually we came to a large intersection where there seemed to be a large battle going on. There were several Rebels being fired on by an E-Web repeater blaster, which we took care of quickly by approaching from behind, and then moved on to hook up with them.
They were firing on a small group of Imperial officers, but were taking severe casualties. After further observations, I confirmed that there were only 2 Imperial officers, with 2 other people, 1 of which had a Rebel uniform on, obviously a prisoner.
The group appeared to be very interested in another group, of what looked like Rebels, I looked more closely, and spotted that it was General Solo and Chewbacca! But what were they doing here? That could be explained later.
The General appeared to be in a hand to hand fight, but I was shot at before I could make any more observations.
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For the third time during their "escape", the Imperials managed to take Han off guard - and each time, he paid dearly. This time it came as a kick to his hand. The blaster he was holding moments before was now skidding across the deckplates harmlessly.

He gasped slightly in surprise, once again nursing his injured hand, and whirled around to face his attacker. In the process, he managed to catch a glimpse of Nevin eyeing up the fallen blaster. There was no doubt the man would go for it now that Han was distracted.

Han hesitated for a moment, rethinking his actions then stopped dead in his tracks. He was now facing his attacker clearly in the face. His mouth dropped slightly ajar upon seeing her slender form and white wings protruding from her back. Her was his only thought as his expression quickly turned to anger.

"Lousy interrogator, huh?" was the short reply. Han opened his mouth to retort but was quickly silenced when the bird-like woman socked him in the stomach...hard.

He exhaled heavily with a moan as the air rushed out of him and his body instinctively bent over in pain. He was still gasping for breath when he felt the woman's surprisingly strong hands grab him by the collar and pull him back up into a standing position.

She sneered at him for a moment, those emerald green eyes bearing into him. "Calling me a bird-whore wasn't too polite either." With those words, she let loose on him again.

Both of her hands curled up into fists and made contact with his jaw. She must have put all her strength into that punch too cause Han could have sworn he was getting hit by a block of durasteel - not flesh and bone.

The impact of the punch threw him completely off his feet with a blood-curdling crack, which could only have been the sound of his jaw fracturing. He hit the wall hard then collapsed onto the deckplates. That one's definitely gonna leave a mark... was his final thought before the darkness overtook him.
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As Solo went flying, I watched Nevin out of the corner of my eye as he scrambled for a weapon. Then I saw Vivek pull a blaster from the grasp of a dead guard. I tried to shout a warning, but she fired before I could.
Shayera staggered backwards, struck squarely in the chest.
Then she blinked, glared murderously at the Rebel cadet, and snarled, "You are so fracking dead, you bitch."
The younger woman's eyes widened and she dropped the blaster.
Nevin got his feet, a weapon in hand. Solo recovered as well, spitting blood and rubbing his jaw.
All of a sudden, a familiar and unwelcome voice rose over the din of blaster fire and screaming.
"Nevin!"
Kara ran into the fracas, somehow avoiding getting torn to shreds before I pulled her against the wall. Nevin looked up to see Kara.
I swore at her as Vivek back away from a very angry Shayera. Another Rebel drew a bead on Nevin, and I lined up on her. I squeezed the trigger as a bolt slammed into my shoulder, spinning my just enough so my shot struck the wall...
No... was the only thought that crossed my mind.



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He had the blaster. He could get across the room to the other Imperials and make it out of this godsforsaken place alive!

Nevin Antilles swapped the blaster to his other hand and checked its power pak, making sure it didn’t fall out or anythin—his name was being called.

“Nevin!” A familiar voice called out.

Antilles looked in the direction of the shrill vocalization. Kara?! What the Hell was she doing here?!

Gods, he’d forgotten about her during this whole thing...never even considered what her life may be like if he’d died here. He didn’t even remember until that point that she existed.

He’d deal out the mental repercussions to himself later. Right now he wanted to know what in the gods’ names she was doing here and how the Hell to get her to safety. But then again, it was all too late.

Nevin witnessed as a series of smooth blasts penetrated her stomach, sliding almost perfectly through the section of her body, then exiting out of the other side, blood gushing forth in great amounts. It didn’t occur to Nevin that she had been shot, even though he had just witnessed it. He was too focused on that singular sound he heard: her scream.

He tried to yell out or run towards her, but everything in his body wouldn’t respond. Maybe that portion of his brain wasn’t even functioning. The other was just realizing that she was gasping for air – collapsing to the hard metal floor.

Nevin wanted to run, he didn’t give a frack if he’d get hit. None of his wounds were aching anymore. He just couldn’t react to what had happened. He hated himself for just standing there and thinking about it instead of doing something!

He traced the reverse trajectory of the first laser beam with his eyes, his mind seemingly filtering out all other events. The bolts led to Ams Jendob, his blaster held out and his finger just barely off the trigger.

That son of a bitch. The bastard used this opportunity to take down his former, trouble-causing prisoner. That kriffing son of a bitch.

Nevin’s brain had interpreted the last few events as full minutes, when in reality they were fractions of seconds. “KARA!” He yelled out, barreling forward, all his wounds feeling their full ache again. The young man kept running forward towards his fiancée, blaster gripped in hand incase Ams turned on him as well.

The Wookiee was firing at his feet. Nevin didn’t even care if the bolts hit him, he had to get to her. He had to get to her. If he could get there, maybe she’d just…heal magically? Yes, maybe she would. He just had to get there. Nothing else mattered.

Then he suddenly wasn’t moving anymore. Antilles felt his diaphragm restricted by some unseen force. He tried, vainly, to reach out towards Kara’s still body, still what seemed to be kilos away, but it was no use. The Wookiee was the “unseen force” and his long, furry arms were pulling him back.

NO! He had to get there! He yelled out, his voice an extension of his own boiling blood, his legs kicking the Wookiee with all the force his muscles could muster. It did nothing. The man Kara had trusted to keep her safe had ended up leading her to her death. And now he couldn’t do anything to the man who killed her and he couldn’t even confirm she was dead!

The gigantic Wookiee roared into his face, the stinking breath of the creature filling his nostrils. Nevin plunged the tips of his fingers into his captor’s face, attempting to poke out its possessed, demonic eyes. “LET ME GO!” He yelled out, his voice nearly carrying over the rest of the fighting. Kara was still on the floor. He could still save her! He could save her, dammit!

Antilles felt himself lower to the floor more as the abomination moved him away from its head. He tried kicking again, but the firm grip was still around him. He wasn’t going anywhere. The body of Kara was out of his sight, now. The prisoners were blocking it…but he could still see Ams. Nevin raised his blaster hand, even though he would never get a good aim at Jendob—then realized his blaster was no longer there. It must have fallen out when he ran.

The adrenaline was still pumping and Nevin kept pulling at the Wookiee, but it only irritated the alien more. He yelled out again, tensing his muscles to push away, but nothing happened.

He closed his eyes, the tears holding behind them, and finally began to comprehend what was happening. He was doubtlessly going to be captured. His fiancée was shot, by his supposedly-best “friend”, even!

Antilles knew the sting of betrayal and loneliness, but it was coupled with hope and some kind of plan. In mere seconds, the new life he’d forged for himself had fallen. Completely. He could never keep himself above the krayt dragons for long The gods would never be kind for long, they were for everyone else, but not for him. Never. He was alone again. With nothing.


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"Say again, Lieutenant," I shouted into the comlink.
"The Rebels are trying to break into docking bay 53C. We're setting up E-Webs inside, but--arrgh!!"
The comlink went dead. A Rebel came too close for comfort, but a blaster bolt through his skull assuaged that difficulty. I threw a look back at Ams, and saw him standing there dumbly. His eyes were wide, and his hand was shaking.
What in the Seven Hells?
I ran back to him, giving up on trying to get a clear shot at the bitch cadet. "Ams, they're getting to the hanger!"
He just stood there.
"Ams!"
He just looked at me, his eyes still wide, and his face as pale as a stormtrooper's armor.
"Damn," I muttered, then grabbed his arm and dragged him into the first corridor. Once we were safe, I checked the power level in my weapon. That last shot drained the power pack. With the press of a button, the spent energy clip fell to the deck. I slid another one into the grip of the pistol, and pulled back the actuator slide.
"Come on, Ams."
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It seemed like an eternity, but finally Han managed to hoist himself off of the floor and back onto his feet. No sooner had he done so, than his head began to spin. Cautiously, he thrust his arm out against the wall to steady himself, ignoring the pain that seemed to be emitting from all over his body.

His other hand went to his jaw, which was throbbing and no doubt beginning to swell. He worked it a few times then stopped at the rush of pain which traveled from his jaw and shot up to his ear. He winced before lowering his hand.

Taking a gamble, he glanced up at the chaos ensuing around him. There was Chewie across the corridor with what looked like Nevin in his arms once again. The young Imperial wasn't too happy to be there either from Han's vantage point. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and clawing desperately at the Wookiee's face. Chewie issued a deafening roar directly into the officer's face, which shut him up momentarily than turned in Han's direction, moaning much softer.

"Y-yea..yea," he mumbled, finding it hard to talk from the fracture in his jaw. "I'm comin'." He pushed himself away from the wall, stumbling slightly and hobbling over to where Chewie was waiting.

The Wookiee grunted in satisfaction and began to move down the corridor, dragging the Imperial along with him. As soon as they started moving, however, Nevin let loose with another barrage of kicks and punches to Chewie's chest. "Let me go!"

Chewie stopped moving and shook the Imp in protest, roaring once again into his face. This allowed Han time to finally catch up with his Wookiee companion. He regarded Nevin for a second then sneered into his face. "G-Go ahead, Chewie. Maybe it'll teach him to behave with a broken arm."

Han watched as the Imperial clenched his jaw and closed his eyes tightly. He was obviously trying to keep himself under control. Or maybe he was finally figuring out he couldn't win with a 7 foot Wookiee in your face.

Didn't matter. Chewie obviously picked up on it and took the advantge to start down the corridor again. Han turned to follow then stopped as more footsteps resounded from behind him, followed by a female voice. "How can we get our of here?"

He instantly recognized the voice of the young cadet he had drug along with him. With everything that was going on, he forgot completely about her. It's a good thing she found them on her own. He threw a glance over his shoulder. "Nice o-of...you to join us."

He paused as another wave of pain shot up the side of his face. He saw the young girl wince at his appearance, and really he couldn't blame her. He probably looked like he just got through fighting a rancor one on one. "Err, anyway...w-we find the hangar...and h-hope they don't t-turn--the Falcon into s-scrape metal b---by the time we get there."

Salla's next response was drowned out by the sound of an Imperial issue E-web firing at the end of the corridor. Damn Imps...

He saw that Chewie dared to take a look behind him at the sound of the new weapon - which was a bad move. In the next instant, the Imperial was on top of him again, bashing him in his chest. Chewie wasn't about to take that kind of abuse, Han knew, and threw the poor man into the wall like he was a rag doll.

Nevin collapsed onto the deckplates and wheezed as the wind was knocked out of him. Han watched as Chewie began to move threatenly toward the fallen man, issuing long strings of insults. It was time to intervene.

"C-chewie..." he said, warningly. "Let's g-go...w-worry about him later."

The Wookiee sneered at the Imperial and hoisted him back up into his arms. Nevin answered by pushing him away with a strong thrust, the look on his face clearly one of anger. "I can walk by myself..."

Beside Han, Salla fidgeted and shot the young man a dubious look. "I don't trust him." Chewie was clearly becoming agitated and decided to just drop him once more to the deckplates at Salla's comment.

"A-as long as C-Chewie has a hold on him, he'll b-be---fine." Every word he tried to say was becoming harder and harder to get out. He was really looking at a long time in a bacta tank when he got back. Maybe he could convince Leia otherwise...

"I don't know..." Salla brought him out of his thoughts. He glared at her, but instead focused his anger onto Chewie, who was just standing in the middle of the corridor, glancing around and not paying close enough attention to Nevin.

"W-why are you just s--standing there?!" he said as he began to swagger over to the large Wookiee. "P-pick him up and c'mon!" Chewie started to wave his arms around in the air and moan in protest.

Han began to move in to get the Wookiee moving when another comment stopped him where he stood. "Aus dich..."

He slowly turned his head as his gaze fell on the ragged Imperial officer crouching on the floor. The glare he was giving Han was intense and there was no mistaking that the man had said that comment. "I t-thought I told you to--keep your m-mouth shut," he said, an icy tone present in his voice.

Nevin studied him for a moment before a slight smirk began to form on his lips. "I don't care..."

That was enough for Han. Ignoring the pain that was triggered as he clenched his jaw in anger, Han let loose and kicked the younger man in the shins. "C'mon! Get up!" He watched as he collapsed further to the floor, grunting slightly.

However, he didn't stay down for long. He was soon rising back to his feet, an intense look of hate directed at Han was evident on his face. Han hadn't seen it present on the man's face before, and in all honestly, that look scared him...it reminded him of something...

"If y-you ever...h-hit me again..." he trailed off.

Han raised his eyebrows and smirked slightly. "Or w-what--" He stopped. Or, rather, something stopped him. He couldn't quite describe it. It felt like something was restricting the air flow to his lungs - like an invisible vise slowly clamping around his throat. Maybe the Imps took it to the next step and decided to bring in chemical weapons - but wouldn't that take out their own men as well?

He watched helplessly as Nevin finally made it to his feet and slowly took a few steps closer to him. "Y-you---BASTARD!" he yelled into his face. Where was Chewie when he needed him?

Suddenly, he felt the invisible force around his throat tighten it's grip. It had to be chemical warfare, what else could cause something like this? He heard himself gag as his hands shot up to his throat, trying to release the grip. After a few moments of struggling, he decided it was pointless. He stumbled back into the wall as tiny stars began to invade his vision and all his surroundings were shut out. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his gut that he would die here...hell, he was dying...

Then as suddenly as it had appeared, it stopped. He doubled over and exhaled heavily. He then inhaled...yes, the vise had released its invisible grip. As his vision cleared, he glanced up to see that Nevin was no longer concerned with him, but rather once again searching for a means of escape.

Han searched the corridor as well to see that Chewie had already worked his way down to an intersection along with Salla. That's where the big oaf had gone. Figures, and leave him here to have an asthma attack or whatever it was that hit him. He was sure the medics would find the cause when they got back - there were already going to have a field day with him.

He turned back toward Nevin, hesitating before opening his mouth to speak. "C'mon..." his voice was little more than a whisper.

Nonetheless, the Imperial officer had heard it and turned to face him once more. But the look of hate had dissipated from his eyes. That didn't stop him from getting into his face however. As he got close, Han could make out every little detail on the young man's face - almost as if the Imp was implying Han would be outsmarted by him and he wanted him to remember his face when it did happen.

"I-if it wasn't for that Wookiee..." once again, he trailed off in midsentence.

Han didn't need to stretch his imagination to figure out what he meant. But didn't that also mean he was---nah, that wasn't possible.

He shook his head to clear his mind and started down the corridor toward Chewie and Salla, Nevin surprisingly not close behind him.
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I was in a daze. I could feel Shayera dragging me forward, but my mind was stuck on the fateful moment. That last thought screamed across my mind... No!
I shot my best friend's wife-to-be.
But I couldn't! That beam hit the wall!
No, it must have killed her. I shot her in the back.
The wound couldn't have been fatal... It was too low.
Yes... maybe she's okay. Oh gods, please let her be okay.
Through the fog shrouding my senses, I heard an E-Web firing close by, then Shayera's grip on my resume again as she practically dragged me to the hanger. A blaster bolt whizzing by suddenly cleared my mind.
"Shy?" I asked.
"Finally," she muttered.
We were definitely in a hanger bay. The Millennium Falcon was impounded here. Several squads of troopers were rushing to set up E-Webs to secure the entrance.
Then I remembered Nevin was still in the clutches of the Rebels. I looked up. "Get those guns set up!" I snapped to the men on the catwalks. "I want every entrance covered!"
"Ams? Are you okay?" Shayera asked worriedly.
I looked back at her. "I-I don't know what happened back there."
Another bolts streaked out, almost tearing through Shayera's left wing. She hit the deck and fired at one of the bay doors.
"Kill them, you incompetant bastards!" I snarled at the top of my lungs while firing with Shayera.
A moment later, I was rewarded with the rhythmic sound of E-Web fire. I suddenly recognized the Rebel who fired on Shayera as Wing Commander Gavin Young. I had interrogated him earlier in the week.
He had been the first through the hatch, and was the first to fall. An E-Web sliced across his leg, severing it above the knee. He fell, screaming in unimaginable agony. Another Rebel was targeted by the lethal fusillade of two emplacements, and was effectively chopped in two.



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Nevin’s thoughts should have been on his only weapon now: the vibroblade. They should’ve been about how he was going to use it once they got out of here; kill Solo when he’s alone, then the Wookiee, the ditz then – then what? He had nowhere to go. He had nothing here…he would never had what he’d lost…

…however, those weren’t the patterns of thought forming in his mind. They were instead of Kara. Ams was dead if he so much as ran into him again. He glanced over at Solo. He was going to be dead too. If it wasn’t for him, maybe he could’ve gotten to Kara in time… but no, Solo was going to die. And Jendob. Everyone…


“This is…easy, isn’t it?” Antilles heard the blond-haired woman speak, the limits of his mind not really comprehending her words. He had more dire things to think about.

The Wookiee responded with some unintelligible growl. The creature also looked back as Solo approached it, slowly followed by the young now-prisoner. It growled vilely at Antilles before spotting Han, its moan turning to a gentler, questioning tone.

“W-what’s our situation?” Han asked, the pain still apparent in his voice. Good. That Rebel scum deserved it.

The Wookiee creature exchanged various gestures and moans to his human companion. The logistics of the language, or whatever it was, that the alien was speaking baffled Nevin. He lent a deaf ear to what Solo was saying.

“Not good,” Han said as he winced from his jaw wound. Not good? Antilles couldn’t hold back talking any longer.

“What did you expect…” He muttered under his breath. If Nevin’s body wasn’t injured so, he could probably yank out the vibroblade, dash at Solo and kill him…if the Wookiee moved a few feet to the left. At least Solo would be killed…that’s all that mattered.

Han just glared at the Imperial and moved to the mouth of the corridor, which lead out into a hangar. At least, that’s what Nevin thought it was. It was difficult to make out, as weapons fire was constantly volleying back and forth, forming a gigantic, horizontal palisade of lasers. Smoke was rising from the high voltages charged into bodies lying on the ground and the smell of burnt flesh and ozone was rampant. Solo’s way out, apparently.

“They seem to be occupied with the others,” The scum muttered.

“Is that good?” The woman asked quietly.

“Well, for us,” Solo began, pausing a moment to fight off the pain. “Maybe we can take a few of them with us.”

He undoubtedly meant the prisoners that had escaped. Just what the galaxy needed – more escaped criminals.

Solo scanned what he could see of the hangar bay, looking for something. He squinted then smiled as he saw it. “There she is.” The man said.

Nevin peered out into the hangar from his spot behind the hulking Wookiee. A ship. It didn’t look like it could survive takeoff, much less Coruscant’s planetary defenses. Could the “Command and Chief” of the Rebellion be such a fool?

“If we can ju—AGH!” Han was cut off as he fell to the cold, hard deckplates of the Lusankya. That took Nevin by surprise. Maybe Solo finally succumbed to his wounds. Then Antilles noticed the new fresh wound on the Rebel’s leg. Looks like one of the incompetent guards out there finally got the brains to shoot at the priority target here.

The Wookiee growled angrily and stepped out of the corridor, firing like a possessed man around the hangar with his weapon.

Nevin looked between Solo and the Wookiee. The former was beginning to pull himself off the ground, the other still occupied with the forces outside their enclosure. Now was the time. Nevin began to make the movement to pull out his vibroblade….until the face of Solo’s attacker was shone. Ams. The bastard was still firing towards Solo.

Nevin didn’t have time to build up anger, as suddenly his former-friend was thrown off his feet, as well as his bird-like wife. It Antilles took a few seconds to realize what had happened. A grenade had went off.

His opportunity for vengeance was over. The Wookiee twirled himself around, picking up Solo and grabbing Nevin’s arm with one singular motion.

The furry creature pulled them across the hangar bay towards the ship, the screaming cadet following them.

Nevin recognized some of the other prisoners as they piled on the ship. Damn it.

This was not a good day.


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I watched as the remaining enemies in the junction in front of our group moved off down the corridor. "Ceasefire!" I shouted. As the hail of weaponsfire ceased, we all watched carefully for any Imperials.
I looked to my left and right, the officers on either side of me shook their heads, signalling that they couldn't see any Imps. We got up and began to move off, following in the vague direction that the Imperials were heading, when suddenly a hail of shots rang out. I looked behind me and 4 or 5 officers were cut down, I traced the origin of the shots to 2 E-Web blasters on the upper level.
They were cutting into our group rapidly, and several more men went down. I ran as fast as possible alongside the rest of the group, until we were round the corner and into the confines of regular corridors, where there were no upper levels for good vantage points.
We sprinted on our way, heading in the direction where we could hear a lot of blaster fire. We eventually reached a corridor, where there was an open door, we approached cautiously.
The first man to chance a look in was effectively shredded as several blaster hits connected with his torso. I stepped back from the door, and looked around back down the corridor. I spotted a small corridor heading off adjacent to the large room, and I headed down it with Admiral Kle'Vla and several other officers. It was a dead end, with a ladder heading up the way.
I climbed up cautiously, ready to jump out with my blaster ready. When I reached the top I found myself in a small control room, on the upper level of some kind of hangar bay, and the Millenium Falcon was inside, we could have used it to escape. Outside I could see several men setting up an E-Web repeater blaster.
As 4 more of my group appeared at the top of the ladder, we moved out onto the walkway. The butt of my blaster connected with the head of the E-Web operator, as the 2 nearby Naval guards were shot by the others.
1 of the Army officers in the group took over the E-Web, and opened fire eliminating the 2 other E-Webs set up to protect the main door, we all moved for a ladder descending to the main level. Rebel officers poured in through the other entrances, as we headed for the Falcon.
I spotted that General Solo and Chewbacca, alongside several other characters whom I didn't recognise, had already entered and were on their way up the ramp, we sprinted onto the modified YT-1300 freighter and into safety and freedom.
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The loud hum of antigravs kicking in jolted me from a blast-induced stupor.
"Close the hanger doors!" I snapped at a hanger tech. He stood there. I bolted over and threw him aside, and he fell. He'd be shot straight through the heart. Death for him came so quickly his expression was unchanged, his eyes still open, mouth still waiting for the order he'd been giving to be issued.
I threw the switch, but it was too late. The saucer-shaped craft vanished behind the closing doors. They had entered a tunnel up to the surface, doubling back on the route that the Millennium Falcon had traveled on its way to the impounding hanger.
I pulled a comlink from my pocket. "CorDef One, come in."
There was static, then a crisp reply. "CorDef One here, sir."
"Have all available units move to intercept escaping YT-1300. Be advised that Security Commandant Antilles is aboard. I want the ship intact."
"Scrambling, sir."
A disturbing thought then ripped through my mind. I wasn't alone when the detonator went off.
I ran back to the sprawled out crimson-clad form on the deck.
"Shayera?" I urged.
Several tense lifetimes passed in the space of a millisecond. Then there was a groan, and Shayera rolled to her side.
"Ow," was the only reply.
She seemed all right. The forcefield in the uniform protected her from the shrapnel and blast. I was going to promote Major Setas for this. But still, I had to be sure.
"You all right?"
She nodded, and got to her feet. "What happened?"
I gritted my teeth. "The scum escaped with Nevin."
Anger flashed in her eyes as well. And worry. "We have to stop them."
"The fleet's on it," I assured her.
She looked around again. "What happened to Kara?"
I felt the color drain from my face. "Gods..."
I sprinted back through the corridors, with Shayera in hot pursuit. Finally, I reached the young woman's prone form, lying in a pool of blood.
"No," I repeated, almost pleading. I rolled her over onto her back. Her clothing was soaked, and a trickle of red ran from each side of her mouth.
"Gods no." Now I was pleading. "Please, Kara... wake up."
No movement. Her eyes stayed closed.
"Kara... please."
Nothing. I checked her pulse, praying to feel something. Anything at all.
After five minutes, I gently laid her back down.
What have I done?
My breath started to come in shuddering gasps. The stench of blood, ozone, seared bodies, and death was everywhere.
The Rebels. This was their fault. They were the reason why my best friend's love was lying lifeless in a pool of her own blood.
"Sir?"
I whirled to see a stormtrooper officer standing in his black uniform.
"What is it?" I snapped.
"We have the casualty reports, my lord. Our casualties total at 1,290 dead and 1,554 wounded. Rebel numbers figure 2,198 casualties, with three hundred forty-nine escapees."
I gritted my teeth. "That leaves a large number still in custody."
"Exactly thirteen thousand, sir."
"Good," I nodded, not feeling pleased about it at all. "Execute half of them," I said almost casually.
"Sir?"
I gave the officer an innocuous look, then smashed him across the face. Before he recovered, I jammed the muzzle of my weapon into his throat. "Execute the scum," I snarled, "or you'll be joining them."
He choked a little, but managed to gasp, "A-As you command, s-sir."
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I walked through the corridors of the massive prison complex, down to the lower levels, the so-called "Treason Row." The first stop was my predecessor.
"And how have you been the past two years, Iceheart?"
The dark haired woman growled at me. "You traitorous scum."
I smirked. "Now, now, Ysanne. Fighting for the Emperor is not treason."
"You betrayed me."
I just smiled sarcastically. "Only because you betrayed the Empire. Only your favor with Palpatine spared your life."
"I'd rather be dead."
"Some other time, perhaps," I concluded, and moved on.
"Ah, the most hated man in the Empire," I said, looking in on the cell of former Admiral Alvarion.
He just at there, sullen and broken. His arrogance led to his downfall. Now, his ego destroyed, he was nothing to even himself.
And I enjoyed it immensely. The coward had attempted to assassinate the Emperor, then contacted me and said it was a favor. His treason was the worst kind.
Shayera and I moved on, inspecting the dozens of prisoners along the block before going back to the surface.
"Sorry they picked today for the inspection, Shy," I told her on the trip back to the Palace.
"It's no problem," she answered. "Nice to get out of the office without freezing my ass off."
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The various occupants of Lusankaya prison, normally so outspoken and vindictive, were stone silent as the armored Sovereign Protector was brought into the depths in shackles. His bootsteps echoed off the matte-finished durasteel walls, Jax larger than either of the guards at his shoulders. The muzzle of a blaster was lodged in the center of his back, but clearly even the Stormtroopers were nervous about having to deal with him.

Jax, however, did not struggle and went willingly to a secluded room. Once inside, with the four troopers training their blasters on him, Jax stripped off the armor peice by peice, until he was left in nothing but the standard stormtrooper climate-controlled bodyglove. He took a set of standard issue clothes, colored in a drab green, and slipped them on over the black covering his frame, then slid his feet into moccasins made of nerf hide, no lacings or straps to them.

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I stopped in front of Jax's cell, and deactivated the force field. "Your two days are up, Grand Marshal. I trust we won't need to do this again."
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Jax stood up from where he was sitting on his bed, walking to the open area before the Supreme Moff. His hands were clasped lightly behind his back, looking Ams Jendob in the eyes. "You can take that attitude of yours and find someplace warm and dark to shove it, Jendob. I saved your ass more headache than you could possibly have begun to avoid, and you come down here like you are doing me some big favor?"

He scoffed as he snatched his towel and tossed it over his shoulder, downing the last of a plastic cup of water as he still stood within the cell. He had a bit of time to stew over the imprisonment, and despised being confined in the small area he was. Too much space to feel secure, not enough to feel mobile... as a Sovereign Protector he was beyond that kind of punishment.
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I nodded, still furious with the trial only hours before. "I know. And now you're free."
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Jax started to roll his eyes, then paused... sensors of the Force probing, analyzing the aura of the man before him. He dismissed the approach of a stormtrooper carrying a crate filled with his body armor, looking the Supreme Moff in the eye. A long moment of silence drew out in the air, the prisoners standing stone silent and watching two of the highest Imperial officers stand toe to toe.

"Supreme Moff, I don't know wha tthe hell has happened since I came down here, and I am not sure I want to know. Just remember that your anger will only serve your enemies, and the worst defeat you can inflict upon them is to not allow them the satisfaction of seeing any weakness they may have caused."

Jax absently reached for his greaves, taking a knee and beginning to fit them to his body. He paused as he looked up, his brown eyes seeming to bore into Jendob's skull. "The first group of true IntelForce troops needs a parade-ground overseeing by their highest commander. Send your orders to the Prestige, we leave in 45 minutes."
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"I won't be leaving with you. I have some business to take care of. You go on ahead," I said, and walked off, deeper into the massive prison.
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Jax watched the Supreme Moff retreat as he slipped the chestplate on. He shook his head slightly - there was danger here, and the Supreme Moff needed to be offplanet for a while... He called after the retreating figure of Ams Jendob, his voice resonating powerfully. Along with the baritone, a whisper of the Force lent the weight of his suggestion to Jendob's mind without his knowledge. "Supreme Moff, signal the Prestige and have them warm up the hyperdrives."

Hac latched the body armor into place and pressed a couple commands into his gauntlet datapad, his helm tucked under his shoulder. Already a current of the Force surged towards the Prestige, manipulating the minds of the bridge commanders to begin warmup and pre-jump protocols.
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As I walked down the corridor, I felt a compelling urge to contact the Prestige, as if someone whispered the orders in my ear. However, I had no comlink, deliberately. Also, the fact that my code cylinder jammer was active precluded that option.
I finally arrived at my destination. A younger man with dark hair and blue eyes sat in the cell, his life destroyed.
"Nevin?" I asked gently.
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Nevin sat in the cell waiting to die. The trial had been nothing more than a show! Heaps upon heaps of evidence had been thrown out the window simply because he responded to baiting by that facetious asshole? The prime witness hadn't even been called!

He realized exactly why the trial had not been publicized. It was because the ruling was pre-determined from the minute it started. It was just a farce; an excuse to quietly silence Antilles. He knew so many Imperial secrets ever since he became Security Commandant. They had wanted to get him out of their way since the beginning. He was a threat to them.

A threat that was about to end, unfortunately. Things had been going good. Nevin should have expected things could never go good for him. He was sentenced to have his body battered and bruised by laser blasts - the ending fit for a traitor to the Empire.

And all because he merely helped a friend. No good deeds go unpunished. The evil deeds didn't either. All the killing in his life had finally caught up with him, even though he had found love and a true family. Why were the gods so cruel? Did they even exist?

Nevin found himself asking all these questions about his life and, for once, not even caring enough to answer. He was going to die, and there was going to be nothing. For everything he had ever done in his life, it would be replaced with void. For everything he had done for the Empire, he would be remembered as a traitor - which was fine. Everything he had done for the Alliance, however, would be remembered as the works of a pyschopathic murderer.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Things were supposed to improve. He always held that hope that his life would end with all of the bad things being resolved. It was something he had always believed in as a child. But no. They were slated to end with his former-best friend hating him. They were going to end with reconciled Shayera thinking of him as a killer and a fake. They were going to end with Han Solo thinking he was weak. They were going to end with Leia Organa Solo hating her husband forever and resenting the memory of the late Nevin. They were going to end with his people dying on Ord Mantell. They were going to end with his mentor and former lover cringing at the very image of the feigling that had abandoned her for a better life in the Empire. They were going to end with his friends dying with him nowhere to be seen. They were going to end with him taking the easy way out. They were going to end with Salla Vivek, the newfound maybe-love, alone, forever isolated in wonder of potential. They were going to end with so much varied blood on his hands – his parents had died for him. They were going to end with war.

And they were going to end with him dead, with so many unresolved issues. Nevin Antilles, traitor, fighter, lover, weak, strong, loved, hated, proud, self-contemptuous, Imperial, Rebel, Mantellian was going to be reduced to nothing more than a dead human corpse chained to a metal wall.

And in death, would he face all those that died because of him? Would Hel torture him with no end? Did he deserve it? Would there be nothing?

For once in a long time, Nevin wept.
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I looked closer and saw Nevin was crying for the first time I had ever seen. Disregarding personal safety for a moment, I shut off the force field and entered the cell.
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Antilles looked up and immediately pulled up the cuff of his shirt, wiping his face. "Ams," he said simply.
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I cast a glance out of the cell. "Don't worry, Nevin. That farce will not come through," I assured him. "So help me by all the gods... I'll use every trooper I have to ensure Yittreas and his conspirators don't touch you. You have my word."
I gingerly put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "You'll get through this... you have friends on both sides."
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Nevin studied him. For once...just once...the Ams he had believed he had known returned. "I knew you would," he said, standing. "That was ridiculous."
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I looked into the red-rimmed blue orbs staring back at me. "No one thinks you murdered her, Nevin. And we found out why she went for Solo... her brother flew at Yavin, and her father was posted to Endor. He killed them both."
It would drive anyone to murder, but when it carried with it the risk of massacre on a grand scale...
"I will find a way to get you out, Nevin."
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"Don't you think that would cause more trouble than it's worth?" He said, sinking backwards into his cell. "They have what they want. There is a "they", isn't there?"
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I smirked. "Nevin, I try not to use my full political power for myself... but I can make sure everyone of them is locked away in the cells next to you, for life if they dared come after me. What they did was wrong. Beyond wrong."
I paused for a moment. "And Nevin, I am so sorry about Kara... I wish I had known..."
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Nevin slowly looked back up at him. Maybe the gods did exist and they had a sense of irony after all. "I've...come to understand that. Maybe if things had been different, Ams," he started, trailing off.
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I smiled at my former--no... not former any longer, friend. "They are, Nevin. I just hope your friends will let me try to get you out... things are volatile as is, and people like Treshan and Yittreas would throw us into war given an excuse." I frowned. "Just tell me you know this, Nevin: that not all Imperials are like those two. Many of us are sick to death of war. And I don't want my son or daughter thinking of his or her godfather as the enemy," I said, making note of Nevin newest title.
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Nevin sucked on his tongue for a moment, listening to him. He nodded in agreement. "I guess so," he looked up at him, squarely for the first time he had entered. "But I think the both of us know not everything is so ideal as the rest of the galaxy thinks."
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I nodded. "I know that."
I looked down at my wrist chrono, and sighed. "I need to go before someone notices. But I will be back. And you'll be safe here. All of the guards on this level are from my personal unit.
"If Yittreas or Treshan send their minions, they won't get far."
With that I walked towards the door. "Take care, Nevin. And regardless of what happens, you'll always be welcome with Shayera and me."
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"Wait," Nevin called out before walking up to him. "If I'm alive...I might take you up on that," he said, then extended his hand. And in the most hard effort he had to make in months, admitted, "Thanks."
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I grasped his hand firmly, and shook it. "You're not alone, meine freund," I told him, slipping into his native tongue. "I'll be back."
And with that, I left the cell, and reengaged the force field. He would be fine right there. I just had to make sure to tell Organa Solo so she could make sure her men didn't try anything.
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The blaring of klaxons echoed relentlessly around the hollowed space of the hangar as the small group crouched behind the support strut of the landing shuttle. Troops, officers and various other techs hurried about on high alert, searching for the intruders. Han had to smirk at all the frenzied activity while the rescue force hid directly under their noses. The Imps were even more stupid than he thought if they couldn’t even seek them out. Such a simple task blown out of proportion by high tech equipment and the need to look intimidating. That’s why they’ll fail one day. Han knew it was only a matter of time.

Turning his attention away from the bustle of troop activity in the area, Han’s hazel eyes scanned the hangar bay for his furry companion. He had contacted the overgrown oaf well over 15 standard minutes ago and still there was no sign of him. If he didn’t pull through soon, they would have to just leave without him. Afterall, the Imps would eventually find them. It may take hours, but soon enough, they’ll get lucky.

“Solo, we can’t hold out here forever,” the voice of Brokna was just barely audible above the drone of alarms. “We need to get going or we’re bloody dead before we even get started.”

Han ignored him for a moment, still searching the area for any sign of Chewie. C’mon, pal, don’t let me down now, he prayed silently to himself, truly starting to become worried for his friend. There was always that possibility that they got him.

“Solo!” Brokna urged again, giving his arm a light shove. Han whirled around on the man and sneered through clenched teeth. He was tempted to whack the man over the head with his blaster. He may be a good fighter, but he was sure as hell annoying.

“If you keep blabbin’ like that, we will get caught,” he snarled before turning back to the activity in the hangar. The alarms were starting to wind down and less troops were making their way across the surface. Either something more important had caught their attention or they were giving up. Han wanted to bet on the former, but you never could be so sure.

“That’s it,” Brokna huffed again, rising from his position behind the ramp. “The coast is clear. Now’s our chance to lose these chaps.” Checking the charge on his blaster, the Navy captain went around the other side of the ramp and disappeared. That left Han alone with Salla Vivek, who was looking after Brokna with wide, green eyes.

Han cursed a long string of Corellian expletives under his breath before rising to his feet as well. This man was starting to be impossible and would no doubt get himself shot before this thing was through. Not like that was a bad thing, but he had a responsibility as a commanding officer to make sure his men made it through this alive. Even if that man was Colin Brokna. “C’mon,” Han mumbled to Vivek before grabbing a hold of the landing strut and propelling his body around to the other side of the ramp.

The hangar was clearing out now and the alarms had stopped, but even that went unnoticed to Han as he brought his gaze to rest on the sight on the top side of the ramp. Colin Brokna was trapped in a vise-like grip by a pair of furry arms, his face red and teeth clenched as he kicked wildly for the being to let him go. Chewbacca woofed and cocked his head to the side upon seeing Han step up onto the ramp.

“Chewie!” he exclaimed, trying to hide the smile that was slowly forming on his lips from the situation. The Wook moaned something in response that only Han could decipher. “No, no,” he answered in response. “Put ‘em down. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Brokna hit the decking with a thud as Chewie released him from his powerful grip. Rubbing his neck and glaring up at the Wookiee, the Navy captain began to slowly scramble back up to his feet. Han stepped into his path before he could get much further. “Now,” he addressed the man in a stern tone. “If we can avoid anymore distractions, we should be able to get outta here, understood?”

The other just simply nodded his head in understanding, still glaring at Chewie. The Wookiee snarled in his direction and Brokna took a few steps backward.
Han smirked before turning toward the shuttle’s entrance. “Good,” he patted Chewie on the back. “Now let’s get movin’ before they realize we escaped ‘em.”


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The rescue group made it to the prison facility with no problems. Well, no problems aside from the scuffle on the shuttle itself. But in the end, it worked out to their advantage. A small Imperial crew had been onboard the shuttle, running diagnostic tests and prepping her for flight. When Han and the others ran in on their work, a fire fight broke out with the Alliance group coming out as the victors. The group, Han, Brokna and Vivek, were now posing as the recently deceased crew, complete with Imperial officer uniforms.

Han stepped slowly down the ramp and looked around at the low level lighting, which filtered most of the prison hangar. It looked fairly similar to the one they just blasted out of on the surface below, except there was less troop activity and they didn’t really pay them no mind. But Han had reason to believe they were being watched on holocams planted in various locations about the room. A holocam had gotten him in trouble with his wife already, he didn’t need one to bring his life to a crashing halt. They needed to be cautious.

Adjusting the blaster that was safely hidden within the borrowed uniform jacket, Han stepped down onto the polished floors of the hangar. Brokna and Vivek were close behind with Chewie brining up the rear. “Do you know where his cell is?” Brokna decided to break into the silence with his commentary.

Han just simply shrugged, keeping his eyes focused on their surroundings and looking out for any suspicious figures. “It can’t be too hard to find,” he boasted, keeping his voice fairly low so that others couldn’t really overhear him. “But, uh…I guess finding a computer terminal won’t hurt.”

They continued out of the hangar and down a corridor with even dimmer lighting. This whole place seemed more eerie than Han remembered. But then again, that was over a year ago and he was running down these corridor pretty damn fast. Details didn’t matter back then - only his survival. With this trip, however, that was a totally different story.

Chewie moaned nervously as they came to a fork in the corridor before the tell-tale sound of a stormtrooper’s filtered voice issued from behind them. “Hey, you! Stop!”

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Chewbacca barreled down the corridor behind the three humans. He hadn’t been particularly thrilled at the idea of staying in the palace and doing nothing, so he was excited to learn that he would be able to participate. Chewie never really was acquainted with Antilles, but he figured this was the chance he’d been waiting for over a year to blast Imperials. The other members of his party all donned uniforms taken from the original crew of the shuttle.

They had landed within the Lusankya with no difficulty – apparently that Imp had been knocked harder than Chewie initially thought. As they approached a corner, Han waved the Wookiee to stay against the wall. He obeyed, listening as he pressed his furry back against the cold metal exterior. He kept both eyes looking down the direction they had come. Han, Brokna and Vivek proceeded down the corridor, then Chewie’s tuned ears picked up the distinctive sound of metal-on-metal.

“Hey, you! Stop,” the modulated voice of a Stormtrooper echoed down the corridor.

“Stop? Don't you understand the idea of rank, trooper?” Han responded in a smooth, but clearly nervous to Chewie’s mind, Coruscantian accent.

“I have direct orders from Moff Jendob,” replied the trooper. Chewie pulled back the bowstring on his powerful weapon, waiting. “Identify yourselves.”

” So are we,” Han countered. “Now get back to your routine check, or I'll send in a report.”

“Move along now, man,” Brokna chipped in. “That’s a good chap.”

Chewie could almost imagine the look behind the Stormtrooper’s helmeted face. “What were the orders?”

“None of your business,” Han informed, his voice getting more irritated.

“If you wish to avoid court-martial, trooper, you'll cease this line of questioning to superior officers,” Brokna also told the trooper.

Then, the tension broke. “SECURITY ALERT, LEVEL 322!” yelled the trooper. Chewie whipped around the corner to see the white-clad man already gunned down, the two blasters of Brokna and Han smoking. Vivek had continued down the corridor, looking at the numbers on the walls, but had turned around when she heard the blasts.

“I always shoot first,” Han smirked at young man Colin, who glared back at him. “Hurry up, they're onto us!” The Corellian called backwards as he ran down the corridor towards Salla. Chewie rounded the corner and charged through the hall.

Vivek pulled a translucent card from the breast pocket of her uniform and frantically swiped it against the detector placed in front of the door. It slid open.
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