Open Terrain

*The quiet crunch of his feet upon the sand-blasted surface of the planet was the only sound that heralded his approach. There was no need for aught else. Silence. He came to the ship, and found the repair droids had fixed it up, even restoring weapon systems, gravity, and patched up holes in the hull. He would have to choose between having shields at full or weapons at full, but ideally, that choice would not need to be made.

Clambering in the Aggressor, he began switching on systems, interfacing with the ship's cpu.*

:: Engines-100% of cap.
Weapons-50% of cap.
Shields-100% of cap.
Sensors-100%
Navigation-100%
Jump drive-online, course plotted.

Please lift off and reach Low Raxus Orbit to begin journey to Mechis III. ::

*The ship's hull slid shut with a silent hiss, and the Aggressor lifted off, a last ping being sent towards the TuTu, informing of his destination and intentions.

As the sub-light engines carried the ship up into the stratosphere, the repair droids scuttled back to their previous tasks as given by Pinky.

The Shard was on a mission.*

[size=85:28mpur3g][quote="Bloodrage Pirates":28mpur3g][action:28mpur3g]Arkan unbuckled himself from the co-pilot's seat. He had chosen this specifically when he went on board, mainly to boost his ego a bit and so he could view Lita's piloting skills and see the planet a little better. Now the ship had landed he slipped out of the seat and dropped down to what was now the floor. He always found the Firespray to be a strange class of ship, strange but effective. He then quickly followed Nem off the ship, not needing to stop to put on a breathing mask as his helmet took care of that for him. Once outside he looked around briefly, scrap for as far as the eye could see. It was mostly unrecognisable but ahead there was what was most definitely a wedge-shaped ship of some description, Arkan's money was on Acclamator but he couldn't be sure. He then turned back towards the ship before increasing the volume of his speech amplifiers.[/action:28mpur3g]

[npc name=Arkan:28mpur3g][color=#800000:28mpur3g][i:28mpur3g]Come on, get out here! I'm sure there's a cantina on this scrap pile somewhere around here![/i:28mpur3g][/color:28mpur3g][/npc:28mpur3g][/quote:28mpur3g]
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[i:28mpur3g][color=#BFBFFF:28mpur3g]*The ground crunched sickeningly beneath the hard combat treads of Lita's boots. The Zabrak would have liked to have said it felt good to stretch her legs after the cramped trip, but it was Raxus Prime. After having made certain the last of the pirates had disembarked, Lita lifted one gloved hand back towards the Firespray, and the loading ramp began to seal shut with a hiss of its decompressors.

This time, the Zabrak remained uncloaked and unhooded, no longer wearing the robes of her former office. A blaster was strapped to her right thigh, and the long hilt of her saberstaff was secured at her left hip at a cross-draw angle. The clear plastoid of her rebreather mask fogged with each silent breath. She ran a hand through her hair past the small horns protruding from her cranium as she focused intently on the remains of the Acclamator. There was a forceful tug at the edges of her mind that was putting her ill at ease. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat.*[/color:28mpur3g][/i:28mpur3g]

"There's.....something....."

[i:28mpur3g][color=#BFBFFF:28mpur3g]*Quite suddenly and viciously, the Zabrak hissed as if she were about to cry out, but the sound and air had been cut off. Both hands flew to her neck, clawing at a pain that wasn't really there. She growled and jerked her hands down, as though forcing the sudden empathic wave of panic and injury away. Not her pain. Someone else's.

Lita broke into a full run, leaping over piles of refuse as she cut a straight path for the decaying star destroyer.*[/color:28mpur3g][/i:28mpur3g]

*Trask, now concealed entirely within his bodysuit armor due to the addition of a felxible, full-head made of the same material as the armor itself, sat at the controls to his modified scout ship, running the scans he always did when arriving at a new planet. The results came back with exceedingly high technological, and very low organic, density; an expected outcome given what he already knew about the planet. What he had not expected, however, was the signal emanating less than two visvia from the location of Lita's ship. Opening a comm channel, he selected the frequency the pirates would be using and used it to locate the captain's location on the planet. It appeared he was already heading toward the signal.*

:: Arkan, this is Trask. I've detected a modified distress signal emanating from... follow Lita. Trask out. :: *Lita's sudden burst from the group, or he assumed it was Lita given that the bio-signature was zabrak, told him that she had sensed something amiss on the ship, likely the suffering of whoever it was that had activated the signal and sprung the trap. That it was a trap was obvious from the vastly increased movement of droids toward the ship.*

*Not bothering to fly low or evasively, Trask activated the ship's full suite of stealth systems and it vanished from view and sensors as he approached the acclamator ahead of Lita. For a moment, he considered reaching out with his own new-found sensory powers but decided instead to rely on the senses and technology he knew. A moment of confusion in a firefight could cost you more than you were willing to pay. When the ship neared the hulk of the acclamator, he finally did bring it in low then opened the top hatch and stepped out onto the hull, seeming to stand on the air forty feet about the ground. Taking a step forward, he dropped off the hull and plummeted to the earth below, landing in a crouch as he allowed his armor to absorb most of the impact, and his upbringing on a high-gravity colony world to handle the rest. As he stood and pulled the rifle from his back into a ready position, Lita reached speaking distance.* "What did you feel?"

*At first, it seemed as though Lita did not see him. Her blood-colored eyes were focused past the Chiss as he dropped from the sky, and her speed did not falter. It was not until her long stride had brought her to Trask's side, lined up shoulder to shoulder, that she halted suddenly, the intensity of her gaze staring at the hull of the massive wreckage as though she could see through the twisted metal.*

"Distress."

*Her breathing was slow and even, as though she had not just been at a sustained full run. The single-word answer would not provide Trask with any information he didn't already have, but the intuitive Zabrak mind was already tensed for battle. Precogntive images flashed through her mind. There were dark twisted corridors, wires hanging loose with sparks at their broken ends showing some attempt to power the ship...support beams had fallen, making most of the areas hazardous at best, creating a maze of torn walls and unintended pathways that sometimes narrowed down to nothing where the ship had collapsed in on itself. She heard the heavy pants of someone running in fear, and the whir of mechanical limbs that would never tire.*

"He's trapped."

*Her sensitivity to the plight of others was nothing new to Lita, but the way she was responding to it was. In her darkest years, she had easily dismissed the suffering of others, more concerned with her own needs. But, there was a moment when that callousness began to change: when a certain white-haired Jedi had broken through a Sith planet just to find his Zabrak friend. And it nudged again, when a dark Master failed to act. When she became responsible for an entire planet, and then...responsible for nothing at all.

Without ever realizing it, the influence of the light side of the force had begun to creep up on her, and it would not leave her in peace, now. Finally, her eyes shifted to the Chiss beside her.*

"...I'm going after him."

*There was an unspoken question in the declaration. Would he be going with her? The pirates had no real reason to get themselves caught in the same trap, and they might not have any support against whatever horrors were waking up.*

*Trask studied her for a long moment before he spoke, his posture giving away nothing besides cold, rigid, calculation, an emotional state that seemed natural to the chiss. His voice, when he spoke, was given a mechanical quality by the facemask he wore.* "Assuming he's the human, he's heading toward the engine level from the bridge. There should be a safe path through the hangar. Follow me." *The scans his ship was running, and had been running since reaching atmo, easily penetrated the ship's unshielded hull and provided him with an exceedingly detailed layout of the interior, which the ship's computer analyzed for structural weaknesses and corridor blockage to create a map of relatively safe paths through. Moving off into the ship, I jogged quickly down a corridor toward the massive hangar space.* "We'll need to clear some debris, but this should be the fastest route to him."

[narration:29wkthqa]The planet was looking more pitiful by the second, which is a little less than the amount of time he'd been standing on its surface. Between the filth ridden air and wreckage strewn landscape, this was hardly a top quality vacation spot. Would it have killed Arkan to spring for someplace nice? Dantooine, that would have been his first choice. Find himself a big muscular Dantari woman with ample amounts of body hair. And the piercings? Yuuzhan, it was as close as he'd get to finding something physically attractive among the infidels. There was something about those lip discs and stretched ear lobes that got his amphistaff har...[/narration:29wkthqa]

[quote="Lita Trykk":29wkthqa]"There's.....something....."
[i:29wkthqa][color=#BFBFFF:29wkthqa]Lita broke into a full run, leaping over piles of refuse as she cut a straight path for the decaying star destroyer.*[/color:29wkthqa][/i:29wkthqa][/quote:29wkthqa]

[action:29wkthqa]Awoken from his day dreaming by the Iridonian's outburst, the Intendant watched Lita bolt towards the star destroyer as though possessed. He squinted, zooming in on the wreck with his mqaaq'it but finding nothing particular that stood out. Whatever the woman seemed to think was there, none of his five senses could detect it.[/action:29wkthqa] [narration:29wkthqa]Ah, right there was the probable cause. If he couldn't sense it and she could, that likely meant she was using the Force. For the umpteenth time he envied others their access to a source of power his kind would never again be privy too. Had escalation been worth that loss? He often wondered that, though the answer always eluded him.[/narration:29wkthqa] [action:29wkthqa]Scowling, he lifted his amphistaff and pointed the cobra-hooded head of Shem-Veesu in the direction of the ship.[/action:29wkthqa]

[i:29wkthqa][color=#00FFBF:29wkthqa]"What the flippity kriff has got her so excited?"[/color:29wkthqa][/i:29wkthqa] [action:29wkthqa]He exclaimed.[/action:29wkthqa]

[action:29wkthqa]Continuing to monitor her progress, his mqaaq'it magnified to their full extent. His mouth opened in surprise as he spotted Trask, seeming to materialize from thin air. Surprise gave way to realization as he recalled their excursion to Iridonia.[/action:29wkthqa] [narration:29wkthqa]Right. Ol'blue boy had a stealth ship. Very useful, even if he didn't approve of the way the technology was put together. When time permitted he'd have to see if Dezhaan could do something similar to his own ship.[/narration:29wkthqa] [action:29wkthqa]Turning back to the Captain, the Intendant cursed and then asked Arkan the all too obvious question.[/action:29wkthqa]

[i:29wkthqa][color=#00FFBF:29wkthqa]"Yammka's bleeding scrotal sack. We're going in there, aren't we?"[/color:29wkthqa][/i:29wkthqa]

[narration:ao22xstg]Arkan finished looking around as the rest of the pirates disembarked from Lita's ship. He was satisfied that there was no-one else that had seen them land, that was always his primary concern when landing somewhere new. He liked the element of surprise and that was a big reason why he kept Trask around. He overheard Lita say something and then take off, running at what he assumed was full pelt towards a ruined ship. He knew not what she had said but knew she was a powerful force user, this lead warranted investigation. As soon as this thought entered his head, the comm message from Trask played in his helmet.[/narration:ao22xstg]

[quote="Trask":ao22xstg][comlink:ao22xstg]Arkan, this is Trask. I've detected a modified distress signal emanating from... follow Lita. Trask out.[/comlink:ao22xstg][/quote:ao22xstg]
[npc name=Arkan:ao22xstg][comlink:ao22xstg]Roger, out.[/comlink:ao22xstg][/npc:ao22xstg]

[narration:ao22xstg]He answered as he quickly took stock of the rest of the group. If he didn't know better he would say that Nem was distressed at the situation, acting as he was. Not knowing the state of everyone's physical fitness, a problem he hoped to rectify, he was unable to know if they would all keep up with Lita on her run, however he knew of someone who would be able to keep up and would like nothing better than a run towards a derelict ship![/narration:ao22xstg]

[npc name=Arkan:ao22xstg][color=#800000:ao22xstg][i:ao22xstg]Nem, get after her, don't let her out of your sight! The rest of you, we're gonna take this a bit slower, stay behind Lita and be weary of anyone following us![/i:ao22xstg][/color:ao22xstg][/npc:ao22xstg]

[action:ao22xstg]Arkan slipped his blaster carbine out from his armour and held it ready as he prepared to jog after Lita with the rest of the group. He just didn't want any of them running off.[/action:ao22xstg]

*Daven finally stopped to catch his breath. He looked around for a moment and figured that with how long he has been running, he should be two decks above the engine room. Daven knows that droid is still after him, that much is for sure, so he checks the charge on his blaster and holstered it. He then checked the mess that is the cybernetic sockets of his left arm, since the actual arm was disintegrated in a previous blast.

The main thing he is worried about is the flash burn on the right side of his face from the droid's blaster. He doesn't know how bad it is, but he knows if it doesn't get cleaned up soon, its gonna get bad.

Then, all of a sudden, a part of the ceiling collapses behind him, revealing several junk droids swarming towards him. Daven swears and lifts up his blaster and begins firing into the crowd of droids, taking a few down in the first salvo.

He starts to run down the passageway, firing as he went.*

=Within Pink TuTu=
*A few sparks still fly around the ship, especially around Daven as his blaster bolts scorch the area and the few junk droids that had found a way in. The junk droids lay lifeless on the floor, holes scorched through their bodies. It was dark, eerily dark and much too quiet. The sound of the strong Raxus winds hits the ship and causes a slow caustic breeze to blow through the corridors. The way this wind got into the ship is mysterious, though with the ship being as damaged as it was, it should almost be expected.*

*There was the stench of the caustic Raxus air, but also the stench of hot metal. The stench of warm oil, and the smell of dead animals. In fact, there seemed to even be the sound of leather skinned straight from a Bantha and being tanned in the sun. Only here there was no sun, just the occasional spark, the occasional flickering light, and dozens of different colored dots that seem to be moving.*

*The sound of metal scraping along metal reverberates around the entire corridors now as dozens of metallic beings burst from the corridors. Daven would find droids bursting from the roof trying to grab at his head, tearing it from his body. Some robotic arms burst from the ventilation systems running along the ground, trying to trip him up and take his legs apart. Some simply rush at him directly, while a few burst through holes in the wall trying to take him out from the sides, and behind.*

*All the while, Pinky Doodle Bob took slow steps closer and closer to this man. From the armory he takes a Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon and fixes it from the other ones within the room. Loading up ammo into the gun he walks effortlessly holding it in his right hand. His receptors scan the area's around him, communication with the Junk Droids tells him exactly what he needs to know. The inferior being is two decks above the Engine Room.*

=Outside=
*If they were accustomed to Raxus Prime they would of noticed the lack of anything around them. Perhaps even the fact, there was a dead Rodian laying on the pile of junk to their left. Limbs torn from his body, and his head hanging loosely blood pouring from a chunk missing from his neck. Instead they would be met to the sound of nothing but wind, a brutal wind.*

*Until what appears to be a Correlian Freighter of some sort come tumbling through the air, obviously not piloted or even functioning. It would appear they were about to meet the wildlife on the planet. Bursting over the hills of scrap come dozens of droids made of so many different assortments of droids and weapons and well anythuing scrapped no two were the same. Well, apart from a few which seem to be like identical twins, probably fixed by the same droid. Anyway, this large partially destroyed ship comes tumbling faster then the droids can and would crush the group of Pirates should they not move.*

*It would be then that the ground shook, something big was coming. Something, they would not like to deal with right now. They better of come prepared for what is about to happen. The dismembered body of HK-50 comes crawling around from behind a pile of junk. Raising it's Droid Assassin's Rifle it takes aim at the group and fires just as words are spoken.*
:: Insult: Die you pathetic organic scum! ::

OOC: After the Bloodrage's visit.*
*The Acclamator II, Pink TuTu, for the first time in probably decades starts up. The engines ignite, and large blue glowing things explode to life. Lights flicker on the still torn apart external hull and the landing gear retracts into it's body. The loading ramp slides not so smoothly back into it's position underneath the monster of a ship. Then for the first time since coming to this planet, the ship lifts off toward the external atmosphere.*

*Lita allowed the Chiss to lead the way through the hangar and into the twisting corridors. When necessary, she expended the precious energy needed to apply the force in clearing away debris, lifting objects and bending back support beams to form a path.

Light was becoming scarce, but Trask never hesitated. Lita was aware the optical implants gave him the advantage in this environment. She picked up on the occasional shout or holler as the pirates pursued, but more disturbing was the groans of metal the ship emitted, those not caused by Trask or herself.

The ground shook, and the unstable ship rocked with it. Lita widened her stance to stabilize her weight. There were sounds of battle both in the corridors ahead of them, and outside of the ship. The Zabrak turned to Trask with the somber expression of grudging acceptance reserved for the truly doomed.*

"We do not have much time."

*Of course it was Nem the Captain turned to when he needed something done. It was always Nem. You would think his share of the loot would be larger for all the extra work he did, but no, his cut was even-steven with the rest of the scurvy crewers. Bloody ridiculous is what it was, but as per usual, those thoughts Nem kept to himself. Never ever would he complain...*

*Cursing beneath his breath.* "Harla's tits! I knew he was going to say that."

*Never would he question the Captain's orders...*

*Muttering.* "Why the bloody hell do I have to do it?"

*Always would he be sincere and respectful.*

"Yes, mastah. You know I loves me some running." *He said sarcastically.* "Nuttin' makes Nemmy 'appier than good ol'fashioned cardio."

*Okay, so maybe he wasn't always the most compliant and appreciative member of the crew, but at least he gets the job down. Well, usually. Alright, sometimes. But in this case you have to cut the Yuuzhan Vong some slack. Look at what's coming their way.*

*The Intendant was ten yards into a hard run when something drew his attention skyward. His pace immediately slowed as his head craned up, spotting a freighter hurtling through the air in the direction of Arkan and the rest of the assorted pirates. Even ahead of the group, Nem was in danger of being caught in a resulting blast if the ship exploded as it collided with the ground, so he picked his pace back up and continued to run towards the Acclamator.* *He was concerned for the well being of the others of course. Saariza was useful to him, Shay and Maya made for good conversationalists, and Dezhaan was actually the only other Yuuzhan Vong in a thousand lightyears. Oh yeah, there was the Captain too of course...sorta. He owed Nem some back pay, so it would be nice if he survived too he supposed.* *Either way there was nothing he could do for them. He continued to run, hoping the others were wise enough to get the hell out of the way.*

*Again his pace slowed as something additional was caught in the peripherals of his mqaaq'it. Turning his head to the side, the Intendant spotted a number of humanoid shaped machines, seemingly cobbled together from scrap, rise up over the nearest hill of disposed refuse and begin to make their way towards the pirates position.* *Alright, change of plans. Lita and Trask were on their own. Nem might have been a self absorbed survivalist, but he wasn't about to turn his back on the others. Plus they had the only ship available and he didn't really want to become stranded on this rancid cabbage of a planet.* *Now well away from where the freighter was likely to crash, the Intendant turned towards the approaching droids and drew a plasma eel from his waist. With a snap of his left arm the malleable eel straightened into a javelin. The head of the biot began to glow blue as it charged plasma. He whipped his arm forwards, casting the spear like device towards the bottom of the hill the droids were climbing over. This occurred roughly the same time the HK unit began to open fire on the rest of the group. The plasma eel streaked towards the hill, thrusting through the air like a heat seeking missile as plasma vented from its gills.*

*When/if it struck, it was packing about the same bang as a thermal detonator.*

*Trask nodded at Lita's observation but did not slow down, pausing to answer would only delay them further and their target likely did not have the time to waste. They were almost underneath the life sign and assorted power readings coming from the myriad of droids swarming after the man when they rounded a corner and came to an abrupt halt in a hallway literally filled to bursting with droids made of whatever half-rusted materials were at hand. Trask hesitated only long enough to discern their objective and prioritize his targets before raising the heavy repeating charric rifle to his shoulder and opening fire on the droids crawling through holes in the ceiling. The decrepit chassis' of the droids were no match for the high-powered bolts from the rifle, and even those shots that missed vitals still caused electricity to course through whatever metals they struck. In moments the hallway immediately in front of the chiss was clear, devoid of even the droids remains thanks to the concussive force of the shots forcing them farther down the corridor.*

"This way." *Sliding the rifle onto his back again he strode forward and jumped to grab the edges of a hole the droids had torn in the ceiling, then pulled himself up just in time to take a blaster bolt to the shoulder from the man they had come to rescue; no doubt meant for whatever droid he thought would be climbing out of the hole. His armor absorbed the shot easily, but the chiss did not want to be taking fire from two sides at once.* "Hold your fire. We're here to get you out." *The pause to speak was only momentary and even before he finished he was spinning to face the oncoming droids then dropping to a crouch, pulling his rifle back into position, and opening fire again.*

*The distinctive vibrating hum of the dual-bladed saberstaff joined the sounds of blaster fire and the clatter of droids. Amid the darkness, the synthesized crystals reflected red light on every surface, including the strangely metallic skin of the Zabrak that wielded it.

Several blaster bolts were deflected by the sharply spinning blades as she adopted the Shien form of combat. Lita did not hesitate to push forward, flying over a pile of refuse to land flat-footed before a horde of mechanical beings. Her sabers sliced through crude weapons and rusted metal alike, and her body wove in rhythm with her own attacks to keep the droids from finding a break in her defense. She ducked low as the saberstaff spun high, then reversed.

Between the two of them, Trask and Lita managed to cause a break in the line, enough to begin a guarded retreat back into the decimated corridors behind them.*

*When Daven looked back and saw the Chiss and Zabrak, he slowed up and turned back to them. He did not expect to see another living person on this ship. He yelled out to the Chiss.*

Sorry for that mate. It has been a bit hec-...

*Just as he was about to finish saying the word hectic, he saw even more junk droids round the corner behind Trask. He was about to raise his blaster to fire with Trask, but all of a sudden a large bolt burst through his right thigh. He grunted and then turned around, to see several more junk droids coming down the passage. He went to back up towards where Trask was firing the blaster at the oncoming droids as he did so. when he made it to Trask and the holes, he dropped his blaster and pulled out two thermal detonators. He handed one to Trask and Lita, he motioned for him to throw it down one end while he does the other.*

On three, throw and head back down the hole!

*Counting to three out loud, Daven threw his detonator down the passage and jumped head first into the hole. As he did so though, one end of the bolt in his leg was bent to the side. He yelled in pain as he landed. Due to all of the injuries Daven as gained so far, he begins to black out.*

*Tossing the detonator as Daven reached three, Trask followed him down the hole and stopped when the man wobbled then fell to his knees.* "I'll carry him." *Swinging the rifle to his back, he picked the man up and held him over one shoulder then drew a pistol, firing one handed as he used the other to steady the almost unconscious man.* "If you would be so kind as to carve us a path, Ms. Trykk?"

*Through her rebreather mask, Lita sniffed in derision as she caught a glimpse of the man collapsing.*

"I certainly hope he doesn't make a habit of that."

*She nodded to Trask as he swung the barely conscious form onto his shoulder. She had to respect the Chiss for not hesitating to take on the burden. It would always be ingrained in her as a part of her culture to admire shows of strength in others. She gestured a salute with the still active blade of her saberstaff and pushed ahead of the two men, using telekinesis and her blade to keep the attackers at bay.

When the pursuit behind them grew too thick, the Zabrak traversed the wall with a burst of force speed, flipping behind the Chiss to cull the number of droids behind them. Then, she would dart forward again, always aware of where Trask's firing blaster was aimed. Already she was beginning to get a feel for his calculated precision, and was using it to her best advantage in these tight close-fighting quarters.

This pattern continued throughout the ship, making several meters of progress forward before having to backtrack a step. At last, light pierced the darkness and they broke through to the hangar. Reaching the open putrid air of Raxus Prime, the clamor of droids and the screech of machines could be clearly heard. It sounded like a full on war. Lita would not be surprised if the pirates had fled.

She climbed free of the Acclamator just in time to witness the impact of the freighter impacting the ground in a spectacular display.*

*The hangar, communication with the droids told him they were in the hangar. Pinky Doodle Bob had already made his way there when suddenly the light of a red double bladed lightsaber come clear as day to my photoreceptors. I pull up my Z-6 Rotary Blaster cannon and my targeting computer begins to zero in on the enemies bursting out the collapsing corridor and out into the Raxus air. It was now Pinky Doodle Bob standing in the way of the Pirates.*
Pinky Doodle Bob welcomes you to Raxus Prime. It is a shame you organics could not live to stay longer. Goodbye meatbag scum. Pinky Doodle Bob bids you . Your termination is emanate.
*With the targeting computer already locked, the blaster already rotating, blue blaster fire explodes out of the six barrels. With the rate of fire faster then anything else you could probably find on this planet and many others, the inferior beings would be decimated, shredded into little charred bits. Even armor could not withstand continuous assault from any blaster, let alone this powerful one.*

*Noises would tear from behind them, as the ship is slowly crawling with more and more Junk Droids. It seems some of the droids are made with combat droid parts now. Some are armed with jagged sharp pieces of metal, and some even have blaster rifles which fire consistently. Some even have great aim due to the programming still left in them. Even so, the darkness never ends. The droids slowly are dwindling, only Pinky Doodle Bob remains on front of them.*

*Arkan was trying to organise the pirates to pursue Lita and Trask, and now Nem, towards the wrecked ship. He was failing, they seemed to be bickering amongst themselves but he noticed something that might provoke them into action. Some sort of wreckage had been hurled into the air by some unseen force or device and was heading directly for them. He turned his voice enhancers up to maximum and shouted his orders.*



*The Captain turned to the left, perpendicular to where Lita and Trask had gone and where Nem was. He set off at an unnaturally quick pace, quicker than he'd ever run before. He was only now revealing a part of the abilities his armour gave him, covering a large distance very quickly and hopefully out of the impact zone for the wrecked ship. Before he could turn around he saw a wave of mismatched droid sweep over the "hill" in front of him, this was not what he had in mind for this visit. His blaster carbine and vibroblade were soon in his hands, blaster in his right, sword in his left. Without hesitation he continued to run towards the droids, firing his blaster as he went. Steadied by his mechanical armour the blaster was eerily accurate on the move but the Captain wanted to get closer to rip the droids apart with his sword, he'd missed close combat.*

*At sight of the large droid, a YVH model, spinning up it's gatling laser, Trask immediately backpedaled into the relative safety of the hallway and lowered Daven's unconscious form to the ground, then drove a hand into the hallway's floor and peeled up a sheet of durasteel to use as cover against the droids that were following them down the hall. Switching from pistol back to rifle, he opened fire on the hallway crammed full of junk droids and relied on Lita to cover the hangar end of the hallway behind him.*

*That was far from the extent of his reaction however, and even as the junk droids began to fall under his hail of maserfire the cloaked ship he had arrived in received new instructions and brought itself down in front of the gaping hangar bay entrance behind the YVH droid and his gatling laser. Training its twin laser cannons on the droid, an upgrade from the stock model's single cannon, it dropped its visual cloak while maintaining the sensor masking and opened fire, churning out bolts powerful enough to shred starfighter armor at an angle that would prevent missed shots from striking anywhere near Trask, Lita, and Daven.*

*Simultaneous with the Chiss, Lita leapt back into the corridor, avoiding the skeletal droid's rotating blaster fire by the tips of her horns. If he had not taken the time to gloat about it first, forewarning them of his presence, they might have been cut down before ever seeing Pinky Doodle Bob.

Somewhat protected from the angle of the trajectory, the Dark Sider was able to use the saberstaff to deflect any stray shots that were deflected into the corridor, but she could not see her target to return fire.*

"Kriff, I'm not going to put up with this..."

*Lita swung the saberstaff back, and slapped her free hand down against the metallic grating beneath their feet, stripped bare from years of decay. With a growl through gritted teeth, force lightning surrounded the entirety of her body, then was projected through her flattened palm. The powerful storm followed the conduits of the metal floor, directed by Lita's will, and exploded outward with a crack like thunder. The blindingly blue chains of electricity encompassed every metal surface of the hangar and the corridor behind them. The only thing that protected Trask, Daven, and herself was her maintaining control of the flow of lightning around them, though the metal beneath their feet heated quickly. She could not endure that power drain for long, and after only a quarter of a minute, the force lightning sparked and died from her fingertips.*