Rtora's hands flexed on his sword hilt. "Suppress them and I'll rush them, lock them in close combat." He breathed in, psyching himself up. "Don't worry, I can handle it." He spoke with determination in his tone, sword in a stance taught to him by his master. @Colapse @Casavay @GobMaw_HellSmasha
@Wata "I got you covered," Varel said as he leaned from the corner, took aim at the closest sentry and opened fire with his two pistols. He of course set them on kill now, he wasn't taking any chances with these Imperials and he also wanted to kill something today.
Sprightly leaving the cell Dek shook the Twi'leks hand "Thank you ! I appreciate this greatly ! Whilst i do not know the location of any lieutenant at this facility my medical skills can aid you . I am deeply in your debt" Dek said before heading over to the lockers and starting to rummage through the lockers for their equipment "am i allowed to ask why you're searching for the lieutenant or should i keep silent ?" The Nautolan asked
"Capturing him and going to dislocate his kneecaps, so that he tells us information we want." Was the very blunt answer from the Mandalorian, his single blaster being kept casually at his side - of course, if there was any unwanted intruders (like stormtroopers or sentries!) he wouldn't hesitate to shoot, bringing the pistol up and send a single shot into the centre of mass.
Kina fixed the Mandalorian with a sharp look. "He's cargo. And we're not delivering damaged goods nor are we doing anybody's dirty work," she told him, rather firmly, then looked back to the nautolan. She shook their hand, then let the doctor go to collect their equipment. "And you speak freely. We've lost a man on our way in, so I reckon you get his boots and his share if you can keep up, Doc," she said, casting a look out towards the corridors. The lieutenant was a no-show. She hoped the commotion in the base would be enough to flush him out, however. "If we can't find him on our way to the launch pad, then that's no salty tears from me," she decided. "Come on, we've wasted enough time," she said, and urged her companions to get moving. Leading them back into the corridors, Kina retraced their steps through the barracks and towards the corridor with the officers' offices, making to regroup with the second team.
Zin was a bit too preoccupied with herself to truly care for the death of a person, even if they had been on their side. She saw no indication to mourn Beetoo, especially with how much indication there was for them to care for the living. What Zin did do, however, was take the offered Rancky hug. It was a silly sensation... but for a brief moment, it helped. He wasn't her Good Shepherd, no, not by far: nothing could replace her lekku-bearing saviour. But for a moment, there were no shambling creatures of horror at the edge of her vision, no snatchers in the shadows. It was a pleasant delusion, and after this brief moment passed, she handed him back to Fritz. "Thanks", she said, clearing her throat and blushing a bright green. "I... I dislike the dark." The pilot poppy was still shaking, unsteady - but much better. "So... frontal seems bad?", she asked the two men who were readying themselves before her. Nevertheless she approached Varel and took her place behind him. "Ready when you're, boys."
The mauve nautolan nodded as they took in the information and found their gear and took it the Bacta tank on their back and the container for the patches on their hip as they found their weapons. A small vibro knife and a loght blaser pistol came from the lockers "ive on rare occasion had need of these, pardon if my skills are rusty" they said laughing nervously as they followed after the Twi'lek. Nothing in the air said they held any ill-will though the Mandolorian they werenot so sure they trusted however, but would give him the benefit of the doubt, everyone deserved it. As they passed into the barracks and Dek thanked that evolution had given their kind eyes to see in this low lighting well, they spotted the dead storm troopers and shook their head muttering under their breath
Team Smash Varel leaned out from the corner, opening fire on the group of sentries guarding the launchpad doors. His first shot going wide but his second shot grazing one of the guards. The sudden attack allowed Rtora to close the distance and slash out with his vibrosword, wounding an additional sentry before they even knew what hit them. In the chaos two of the sentries fired wildly into the ill lit corridor missing completely. The two others that had not been struck managed to score hits against both Varel and Rtora, both of which suffered wounds from the blaster carbines shots. In quick response to their allies that had been wounded, Zin and Fritz fired on the sentries. Their shots lighting up the darkness as an additional sentry was wounded and the other grazed. Team Grab Blaster fire could be heard up ahead as they approached the other group's position. From where they were they could easily see the bolts from the blasters streaking down the corridor across the T-intersection. Easily making it to their position to assist in the fighting.
Falling back behind, Varel grunted in pain as the shot found mark in his body, burning through the robe and setting his red skin on fire. It was not a welcomed feel initially, but as his flesh burned so did his focus rise - pain was a powerful tool to be used, an emotion strong for him to feed upon. Indeed, this was good, this was what needed to happen for Varel to truly see what needs to be done. Swinging back into the fight, he opened fire with both pistols on full auto, going after the one sentry he hit himself initially, intent on riddling him with blast marks until there was nothing remaining but a simple charred corpse. "You think you can wound me and live to tell the tale?!" he growled as he fired, going in closer as if wanting to touch the sentry's suffering with his bare hands, "Now you'll learn the folly of your actions. Resistance is futile, you will all die!"
Rtora winced from the wound but offered no pause for his enemies. He toughed it out, as well as a 17 year old Jedi could. His attacks were intended to take the enemy out of the fight as fast as possible, striking like a true snake, fast and lethal. Group was getting together, they probably wouldn't let these people live so he tried to minimize their pain. Getting shot in the back by his team was a concern, guess he could do nothing but trust them, he had to focus anyway on his swordsmanship.
