Getting shot hurts like hell! After the scuffle Rtora held both hands over his wound and gathered himself, looking away from the executions. He made no effort to hide his contempt for killing. Better than to let them suffer - he tried to convince himself. He slowly got moving again before tenaciously forcing himself to power through the pain. He nodded to Kina and swung some blood off his sword.
"You are a doctor, correct? You can look at the wound I guess, you would know more about it than me. Name's Varel by the way," the Zabrak said as he holstered the two light pistols on his belt and picked up one of the blaster carabines and checked the weapon, preparing it for combat ahead. "Relax Captain, I'm not the only one here who was shooting to kill," Varel stared back, not looking too friendly with his yellow eyes darting towards Kina beneath his dark hood, "Nor would I endanger our payment, if that is what you are after." "And I'm tired of these accusations, let us go to the shuttle and see what the fate has in store for us there."
"Don't get cute, Varel, that order goes for anybody," she said. She looked about the group. "Anybody not nursing a wound goes with me to check on the shuttle," she went on, and started towards the launch pad.
Fritz wasn't feeling too good about this whole mission up to this point. The good part was when he was able to blow up that generator. That was fun, Fritz had no qualms there. But then everything began to slowly fall apart. Fritz wasn't a fan of firefights, and having to go through that whole ordeal was jarring for the little Jawa. But then it just got worse from there it seemed. After incapacitating the Imp men, suddenly part of the group just began executing them, which just seemed rather wasteful. Imp men were already a non threat, what need was there to shoot them while they were down. Fritz was no stranger to killing people, as a bounty hunter, it was part of the job. He killed bounties before- sometimes on accident- that wasn't what bothered him. It was killing the Imp men in cold blood that got to him, it just felt unnecessary and left a bad taste in his mouth as he had to witness it. Upon hearing the nice captain stating to go check on the shuttle, Fritz jumped at the oppurtunity to get away from the whole scene. "Yes, yes, Fritz help check on ship. Hopefully ship still there and not fly away by now." The little Jawa holstered up his backpack and waddled toward the launch pad.
Shooting a man helped steady Zin's breath and heart a bit, though her eyes still pleaded for attention when Kina scanned her over. The Zelosian was quiet after the shock of darkness. She simply followed Kina, glad that she was finally allowed to so, and kept close to her mistress and commandress - she longed to touch, just to feel that incredible spark her tenya had, but the adventurer azalea knew better than to relinquish the last bits of tough lady cred.
The Mandalorian now had - seeing as no one had interrupted him - essentially executed the entire incapacitated group without too much of a second thought, now going back towards the Twi'lek in command. His helm turned around a few times to look at the group and Rtora in particular, noting his injuries for a moment. He hadn't said anything, though he may be able to feel the harsh stare. Was it condescending? Concern? Irritation?? He couldn't tell; simply that he was being briefly inspected, until Valrin turned to look back at the Captain. "Who's coming with us, then?" He asked bluntly and impatiently. "I need t' get paid, and I'd rather this not go being a mission where we're dragging dead partners along you & I, 'n doing all the work." @Kalle
Dek began tending to the wounded while the others activated the door to the launchpad. As the grey slab slid open with a *thunk* sound. Stepping out onto the launchpad, a large platform cut into the mountainside. A slightly battered Lambda class shuttle sat at one end of the launchpad, numerous heavy crates were strewn around the launchpad that were filled with maintenance parts and tools. Not a soul was anywhere to be seen, and the shuttle was currently offline. Inside the base Dek began healing the wounded. Their time in lock up had not dulled their skills in the slightest. The only sounds were the gurgling pleas for help from the mortally wounded sentry. Unable to move Dek could see him reaching towards them as he used the last of his draining strength to plea for his life to be spared.
@Colapse Dr. Yerra was doing their best to help the wounded that lay strewn about them , the memory of their medical oath nagging at them in the brief moments where they felt like relenting and allowing these poor souls to suffer. They had just finished checking to Varels wounds applying some quick treatment to the Zabrak's wounds before he went aheadwhen the sentry cried out for their aid and Dek felt for them the pain in the man's eyes and all they could tell from their other senses sending the doctor rushing to their side "ease yourself , conserve your strength . you'll need it for you recovery no ?" They said a genial smile on their face as they moved their medkit to help the man putting their best efforts to aid this man and in their private thoughts they couldnt help but feel some rage towards the Mandolorian, before smothering it for it wouldnt save the man's life
Fritz looked toward the launch pad. A moment of hesitation took over as he couldn't help feel that he was missing something. He couldn't quite put a finger on to what exactly, but the launch pad being completely empty made the little Jawa to start second guessing himself. Fritz looked up toward the nice captain (@Kalle ) who seemed pretty keen on making plans and leading them through this mess in the first place. Maybe she'd listen to Fritz' concerns. "Is just Fritz, or does friend team also think this too easy?" Not exactly looking forward to setting off any potential trap or ambush lying in wait for them, Fritz waited on any advice on the situation at hand.
Kina turned her eyes down on the jawa. An unlikely piece of wisdom from the pyromaniac, but it gave her pause. She gazed at the shuttle in deliberation, before she cast her eyes to Zin. She beckoned the Zelosian over, slipping an arm about her shoulders once she was close, and pulled her into a one-armed embrace. "Atta girl," she mumbled, attempting to steady the shaken shrub. "Reckon you can get that airborne? Take Fritz and see if you can get her flying, promise I won't let the Blur know you're seeing other starships," she said, attempting to cheer up the woman, placing a peck on her brow and releasing her. "I'll take the others hunting, all right? Keep your eyes open," she said, before she made her way out to the corridor. "Shuttle's ours, means the lieutenant can't use it yet... now... Let's sweep this place, see if we can get somebody into trouble," she urged, taking point and leading them down the corridor, trying to listen for any scrambling stormtroopers or sentries.
