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Team Roster:

Luka Zarkot
Uji Tameiki

Objective Selected: Pacifist path


Phase I objectives

‘‘Phase I begins on October 14th and ends on October 28th (two (2) weeks)’’

After intercepting a transmission from the now destroyed Brotherhood Listener ship, the Psi Termina I, your team has been hand-picked and sent on a mission. You are already boarded on the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser Akan, arriving in an Imperial boarding craft through the auxiliary starboard hangar, only several decks below your target. The Akan’s hyperdrives and major systems have been disabled by ion cannons from escorting ships and a battle still rages outside.

The ship’s power fluctuates with every blow from turbo lasers and ion cannons and you have limited time to complete your mission. The Collective regiment typically onboard is currently deployed, but ship security is fully staffed and some elements of the regiment may still be onboard. Intel expects Soldiers and Partisans onboard.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the main bridge, face and eliminate Captain Brith Kayle and extract valuable information from the computer core before the fleet destroys the ship.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the primary computer core behind the main bridge, extract the information and set the ship to self-destruct before extracting.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the primary environmental controls on the main bridge, pacify the whole ship with Stun gas before extracting data from the computer core and calling in the cavalry.

Caution: the Captain is accompanied by an unknown number of enemy combatants.

The Phase must end with the bridge secured and the ship either pacified or destroyed. In all but the Revenge path, the Captain’s fate is up to you.


The three Arconans hurried through the auxiliary hangar moving as quickly as possible to get out of the main thoroughfare. Each of them were fully aware that, while the ship’s sensors should be in as much disarray as the remainder of the Cruiser’s systems, they had no particular desire to come into conflict in an open hangar-bay with whatever forces remained aboard the ship.

Uji grimaced and his grip on his cane tightened when they fell in, his eyes glancing to both of his companions as he weighed the odds of their success. The three of them were certainly not who he would have chosen to fulfill the parameters of this operation, but they had been in position to do so and sometimes necessity outweighed everything else.

The newly appointed Rollmaster of Arcona led the way alongside another Qel-Droman whom Uji was unfamiliar with. The two moved in unison though far more comfortably beside one another as he struggled to keep pace with them. Zujenia came to a stop and motioned for them to do the same. Her eyes flicked back to him and the cane he held, a look of concern crossing her features not for the first time in the brief time the team had been together. The former Proconsul’s scowl was enough to keep her from saying anything for the moment. Their third companion blended in well with their surroundings, were it not for clothing the human could have easily passed for any of the Collective forces on board. Using the various equipment and crates within the bay as cover for the moment, the team huddled closer together as Zujenia spoke.

“Remember, we’re here to disable those on board and collect the information. To do that we need to move quickly and quietly.” Her eyes shifted again to the older man’s cane as she spoke, encouraging another growl of irritation.

“We need to get to the medical center. Within, we should be able to find the gear we need. Medical personnel will be overlooked in these conditions, and acquiring the filters we’ll need for when we set off the stun-gas will be important. Unless we feel like taking a nap alongside everyone else.”

As another salvo of heavy fire rattled and shook the ship, the lights of the hangar bay flickered in and out. The infiltrators glanced towards the hangar-bay shields, a sudden and cold fear running down their spines at the idea of what would happen if they failed.

“Yeah… Sounds good,” Luka spoke for the first time since they’d departed the boarding craft, a nervous look crossing their features before they started to push ahead. They were brought up short by the Rollmaster’s outstretched hand.

“Take it easy. It’s going to be alright.” The assurance in her voice masked her own unease as she unfolded the 9D9-s54 Spy Droid who took to the air and began moving out ahead of the group.


“Never said I was worried,” Luka replied, though their smile was little more than a line of determination. Their master could see through the mask, of course. All of them knew they were ill-equipped to face the Collective forces head-on. Thankfully, they were taking the route of – hopefully – least resistance. “Let’s go.”

Zujenia took the lead once more after the droid, with Luka trailing not far behind. After a glance towards the third in their party, Luka slowed their pace. Better to sacrifice speed in order to remain together. It showed to be more of a benefit to themself, rather than Uji, as the former Proconsul gave a rough shove to their shoulder. The Knight pressed to the wall in time to narrowly avoid a Partisan squad as Zujenia looked on from across the hall.

Eyes on the objective. Not on me. Luka could discern that message from Uji’s expression alone, regardless of the man’s connection to the Force. Luka gave a slight inclination of his head in reply. Understood. Though the man walked with a cane, he was far from crippled.

Several breathless seconds later, the squad passed and the party regrouped on the far side of the corridor. “The medical center isn’t that far,” whispered the Rollmaster. She removed her Datapad and skimmed over the screen’s contents. “Dwoid says there’s two still inside, but if we’re quiet–”

“I’ll take care of them,” Luka offered.

Uji glanced to them, brow furrowed, but Zujenia interjected. “No heroics. We work together to take them out silently.”

Luka opened their mouth to retort, but their master’s stern look silenced them. When they spoke again, it was with a more serious air. “Very well. I’ll take the one on the left.”

The pair entered the medical bay cautiously, hunched low to minimize their sound as they approached their respective targets. Zujenia latched on to the first in a chokehold before bringing him to the ground. The second spun around in surprise, but could manage only a sharp squawk before Luka’s elbow struck the Partisan’s throat. The man fell back, choking for air. A sweeping kick knocked his legs out from underneath him, and he lay stunned as the Knight stood above him with a finger to their lips.


Wood clanked against durasteel as Uji stepped over one of the incapacitated partisans. His almond eyes glanced about the room, assessing for any missed opposition, before affixing on Zujenia. “We should hide the bodies.”

The woman nodded and, with a quick search about the immediate vicinity, located a small closet. With Luka’s aid, the pair swiftly stashed the men out of sight while Tameike kept watch. Machines beeped and buzzed about the whitewashed space, filling in the otherwise quiet space. A severe lack of people in the ward was odd, a fact briefly communicated through raised, questioning brows. The ship shuddered under their feet, reminding them they needed to keep moving.

“Let’s not take to much time here. Get the things, change, go.”

Zujenia flicked her tail, gesturing for Luka to join her in finding the supplies they needed. In a long minute, through searching cabinets and lockers, they had procured three respirators and medical uniforms. The halfling handed Uji his set as Luka started dropping their robes. The older man took the bundle and hung his cane on a nearby chair. They kept their backs to the walls, gaze flitting frequently to the entry.

Midway through buttoning up shirts, the overhead communications beeped urgently alive post another violent rattle. “Medical to the Bridge, Medical to the Bridge. I repeat — “

“That’s our cue?” Luka half-suggested, unlocking the coupler of their dual-bladed vibroblade and slipping the halves onto their back side, under the uniform’s jacket.

“Yeah, couldn’t of been more perfect.” Zujenia looked between her two comrades and nodded. She hoisted her own weapon, thumbing a button, transitioning it into a more compact mode. The Rollmaster slipped it into a large medical bag before handing Luka a smaller one. “That has the canister in there. I want you to get close to the environmental controls to release that.”


“Uji and I will cover you when trouble arises. We hold put disguise as long as possible.”

“There will be trouble if we do not get moving.” Tameike reminded gruffly, heading for the door.

The other two took his lead and grabbed their bags, slipping out the med ward in a hurried, purposed pace. A bloodied pair of officers in gold and white rushed past them with some mangled, yet alive soldiers on hover-stretchers. They barely gave the trio any heed, reassuring them their disguises would hold for now. Passing frantic engineers and hustling partisans, dodging sprays of electricity and fallen panels, they finally reached the Bridge.

The blaster doors were stuck open, malfunctioning from the damages unleashed upon the Collective’s ship. Hunkering down in a nearby hall, the group had paused to gather intel. With a slight whistle, Zujenia called down the spherical spy droid who bumped happily against her hand. With a gesture, she sent Dwoid slipping into the bridge’s ceiling space.

“What’d they see?” she asked Luka beside her, chewing on her lip and glancing for oncoming trouble.

The drifter pulled up the camera feed on the Rollmaster’s datapad. “The Captain of the ship, several guards —”

“—how many exactly?” Zujenia prompted with a flick of her tail.

“Five soldiers and six technicians. There’s a droid, possibly two.”

“What model of droid?” Uji inquired.

“Protocol droids, it looks like.”

The veteran Jedi raised an eyebrow, taking the datapad from his grip. He nodded and handed off the device to Zujenia after confirming the data. She gave it a glance, amber eyes noting a small gathering of individuals near a smoking and shot control panel. The medical emergency.

“It looks like the doc was called in right near the environmental controls. Be vigilant and blend in.” The half-Ryn advised, returning the pad to her med bag.

The three hurried into the Bridge, drawing the attention of all within. A pale-green skinned Rodian in a distinguished Collective uniform turned to address him. With pupiless purple eyes, he simple pointed towards the injured crew member. “Severe burns. I want them up and functioning asap.”

“Yes, Captain.” Uji replied, lacing in false subordination.

They made efforts to rush to the downed human, Tameike earning only a brief glance at his trailing behind and cane-clinking. He used the same cane to wave off the couple personnel crowding the man. “Clear out, we need space to work.”

Zujenia kneeled down and started pulling out bacta salve, gloving her hands, and getting to work. Her first aid knowledge from her mother aiding in their deception. Golden eyes met with brown as Luka knelt behind her, swiftly and subtly attempting to navigate the controls. Uji positioned himself strategically to block the younger man from view, his own gaze keeping an eye out.

The ship shuttered followed by Captain Kayle barked out orders in his alien accent. Most of the bridge focused intently on keeping this ship functioning. There wasn’t no time to notice the infiltrators up to no good.

Luka fished out the stun-gas canister from the bag and locked it in to a circular dispenser. The resulting click was masked heavily by the klaxons blaring through the bridge. The yellow-green gas coiled as it sucked into the air system.

They turned to give the Rollmaster a thumbs up, respirator ready, who nodded back and helped the groaning, injured man to an undestroyed terminal. “There, good luck, officer.”

With a nod to the captain, they slipped out of the Bridge. Infusing the Force to control their bodies or placing the respirators upon their faces, they hid nearby, Dwoid as their eyes.


This Phase lasts from October 29th until November the 11th (two (2) weeks)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase II objectives

Your team left the dreadnought Akan with information that, together with the data analysed by Clans and the Inquisitorius, has lead your to the Meridian Prime space station, a fortress, correctional facility and space dock floating in interstellar space just off the Wild Space boundary. Already under attack by Clan and Dark Council forces, dogfights light up the blackness around the behemoth, and intel suggests the shields and defenses have not yet been weakened enough for a full-scale naval assault. The station is on full alert and firefights have already started as skirmishes between Collective troops and Brotherhood assault teams pepper its three massive hangar bays.

The station houses civilian and enemy personnel, including a correctional facility that holds hundreds of Brotherhood prisoners of war, both Non-Force users and Force users alike. The prison has an isolated security system, its own power generator and life-support. Intel suggests that the prison is managed by a powerful AI (artificial intelligence) controlling the Dioxis security system, many defense blaster turrets, ray shields and a large complement of Imperial Sentry Droids acting as guards, controlled by the prison warden. The interior of the prison itself is pumped with a thin mist of Dioxis gas, preventing escape and anarchy.

You have been dropped off on the lower decks via boarding pod.

Breath masks are provided for this mission, should your team require them. Any Possessions item that prevents inhaling of poisonous gas will be effective as well.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the correctional facility and eliminate prison warden Rutgar-4. Caution is advised as there are Imperial Sentry Droids defending him.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the prison’s AI core to recycle the life support and free the prisoners. Prepare for a riot as many prisoners are powerful Force Users and Non-Force Users.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the prison’s AI core and disable the security systems to allow incoming Brotherhood troops to secure the facility.

The phase must end with the prison facility secured, one way or another. In all but the Revenge path, the prison warden’s fate is up to you.

Relevant character sheets:

  • CS: Rutgar-4
  • Since there are no character sheets for droids, participants will use the Possessions i9tem page as reference: Imperial Sentry Droids
  • See the station wiki for other possible adversaries

This Phase lasts from November 12th until November the 19th (one (1) week)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase III objectives

The Brotherhood advances. What started as sporadic fighting in the major hangar bays of Meridian has turned into an all-out battle on all decks. Spurred by your team’s success in the prison, your Clan forces have come to support you and issue new orders for your team.

Daggo Mouk, one of the leaders of the Collective and the Guildmaster of the Technocratic Guild, has been confirmed on the station. With him he has a potent Technocratic Artifact that, if whisked away, would threaten the position of the Brotherhood in future engagements.

Daggo’s last known position was in the command center, however we have been having trouble following his movements. Wherever he is on the station, he would not leave the artifact unattended. The return of the artifact to Brotherhood hands is of absolute strategic value.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Confront and eliminate Daggo Mouk. Have no mercy.

  • Sabotage path: Sabotage the Collective’s future plans by stealing the artifact by any means necessary.

  • Pacifist path: Capture Daggo Mouk for interrogation and trial.

The phase must end with the artifact retrieved. Daggo’s fate is open-ended and up to you.

Relevant character sheets:


Objective two

Objective Selected: Sabotage

Meridian Prime space station

36 ABY

Exiting the boarding pod, the three Force-users took in their surroundings. So far conflict hadn’t reached the area around them, though the warning klaxons, dimmed lights, and damage of their entry certainly didn’t provide a sense of calm or complacency. Each of the three had their breath masks attached, taking air from their supplies as the poisoned gas swirled in rivulets around them.

“We need to hurry, we’ve only got so much air if we don’t shut down the defenses.” Zujenia spoke through their comms, her voice distorted slightly by the mask.

The oldest among them snorted softly as he leaned on his cane, drawing looks of irritation from his companions.

“Get on with it then, I am certainly not leading the way. You have the facility layout.” Uji’s tone was one of exasperation. He had argued against the assault, sighting the numerous methods that the Prison’s A.I could defeat any means of assault by biological enemies. His arguments had been overruled and promises of safety ensured by the fleet’s slicers working to distract the A.I and keep it from venting the entire facility and allowing the Droids to cleanup anyone left standing.

Zuj and Luka began down one side of the corridor, spreading out to either side to ensure they couldn’t both be taken down in a single volley of enemy fire. Zuj slowed for a few moments as they neared an intersection, each of them attempting to listen despite the explosions rocking the facility, the klaxons and firefights happening on nearly every level.

Zujenia nodded to Luka who gripped their lightsaber tightly and approached the intersection, briefly sticking their head out to look down each of the passages before giving the all-clear. The Rollmaster untucked the datapad containing the layout of the facility to review it. They had intended to board below the lower markets, their hope being they could use the cover of the market as they made their way to the Core.

Uji looked over her shoulder and with a low groan realized that as sound as the plan had been, it appeared several other fireteams had had the same idea. The market would likely be a chaotic clash of facility security and the Brotherhood forces.

“Keep low, don’t engage unless you have to," Zuj shook her head even as she said it, knowing it wouldn’t be easy.

“Understood," her companions responded in unison, bringing a slight smile to the half-Ryn’s lips.

Public trading hub - lower levels

Anything they had expected was a shadow of the reality they faced. The entirety of the market raged with blaster fire, explosions, and worse. The Dioxis gas wouldn’t have been necessary as the amount of smoke and burning material would have been enough to choke out any creature reliant on oxygen.

Unfortunately for the Brotherhood forces, the facility’s warden had not sent any such enemies to hold them back. Instead, the markets were being held by an almost overwhelming force of Imperial Sentry Droids and automated defenses. It didn’t help matters any that the Brotherhood’s own forces were not providing a concentrated effort; clashes between the Clans and the Dark Council’s forces appeared to be breaking out as often as fights between the facility’s security.

Zujenia laid a calming hand on Luka’s shoulder, the Knight shaking slightly as the three made their way through the maelstrom. As commanded, they kept low and traveled as quickly as they could from cover to cover, choosing to avoid any engagement with the Brotherhood’s forces considering they couldn’t be sure their “allies” would be of any less danger to them.

They had cleared nearly half the market with Zujenia keeping her hand on the young Knight as they used alleyways and what few shops and stalls that were not already ablaze.

The three exited an alley, moving to cross a small thoroughfare and instead finding themselves caught mid-way through the next alley at an intersection from which several security droids emerged from within the smoke. Standing over the bodies of another assault team, their blasters still glowed from the heat of discharge, the last of the bodies no longer even so much as twitching.

Without a word, Uji and Luka surged forward to close the distance. The Knight’s mind filled with the excitement of the conflict, their consciousness slipping as they entered the Juyo battlemind. The Droid directly in front of the Knight didn’t have time to raise the blaster before it registered the malfunction within as the bright blur of the lightsaber separated the arm moments before a savage downward strike severed the Droid in two.

Uji’s approached was slower and as his target raised its wrist mounted blaster a single concussive shot exited the barrels. The former Proconsul twisted aside, narrowly avoiding the strike as the Force guided his movements. His counter was an extended lunge, the lightsaber flaring out to pierce the Droid’s stack, the automaton falling limp at his feet.

“We’re lucky it was only two of them,” Luka muttered into the comms.

“They will have reported to the rest. We need to go and we need to go quickly.” Uji deactivated the saber and set out quickly. Zujenia had already moved to each of the bodies of the fallen fireteam and recognized they were beyond saving.

“Stealth won’t be much of an option any longer, we have to get off this level and to the core.” The half-Ryn drew her bo-rifle and took point, setting off at a quick jog.

“Understood," the two echoed again in unison.


Together, Tameike managing to keep up with a heavy limp, they manage to trudge up several levels of the lower market. The Arconans dispatched swiftly, through slashing and shocking, both security guards and Technocratic soldiers — thankfully encountering only one or two at a time.

At one point, only the swift redirection of Luka’s blade by Zujenia kept the former apprentice from mistakenly bisecting a petrified, gas-masked covered lowly merchant who rounded the corner. The half-Ryn’s tail had flicked irritatedly, the info she was given had stated the civilians had been evacuated. Of course, no one would care for the ‘low-lives’ down here. It was Uji’s cane that prodded her in the back, reminding that they didn’t have time to be huffed up about social class issues.

Minutes passed before they found themselves sliding into a working turboshaft. Luka slammed repeatedly on the controls to close the doors with a ‘shut, shut, shut, shut!’ as blaster bolts burned into the shifting durasteel. The barrier held firmly with Uji’s outstretched hand rippled with what plasma managed to bypass the entryway. It faded away when cover was secured, the older human drawing that same hand to rub his temple.

“Ninety seconds,” Zujenia breathed out, gaining the attention of her team as tan fingers ran across the turbolift’s curved wall, “before those Droids halt the shaft or rewrite our destination.”

Luka ran a hand through their tousled brown hair, half-successfully attempting to recenter themselves from all the violence and adrenaline. “S-so, uh, what are we doing?”

“Find the access hatch and force an entry onto whatever level we stop on.”

The turbolift shuddered as the station shook with the barrage upon it. The screeching of metal scraping on metal as the mechanics jarred against each other blocked out what Uji had replied. Frustrated, the man lashed out with the Force and ripped the roof hatch above them open, causing his comrades to twist around in surprise. “There is your hatch, go.”

With a nod, Zujenia turned towards Luka who, blinking with realization of her intent, crouched down with folded hands. The Rollmaster took two quick steps, placing a foot into their hands and, with a leap aided by Luka’s Force-imbued lift, pulled herself onto the turbolift’s roof. The taller Knight leapt up after her with a little more struggle, having to rely on more upper strength to hoist themself out.

Ahem, a voice cleared from below, the pair glancing down to a vexed Uji grudgingly getting their aid. Together, the pair helped pull him up.

The lift had halted partially between two levels. At the time they had traveled up, Zujenia reckon they should be on one of the correctional facility’s level — any luck and it would be one that connects with the control center. She uttered a quiet wish of luck to Ashla and Bogan before gesturing to Luka, who anxiously looked about. Zujenia pushed away any worry about them, this was more than they’ve ever experienced but this mission was crucial.

“Hey, focus,” she snapped lightly, tail flicking at his knee. The Rollmater pointed at the set of doors locked shut at waist level. “I need you to open this, use your saber —”

The turboshift shuddered beneath them, gears struggling to unjam and descend.

“— and hurry.”

The blue saber sprung forth and, heartbeats later, a glowing hole big enough for them to crawl through had breached the exit. The team moved through, the lift breaking and descending as the half-Ryn tossed herself through after the other two.

Correctional Facility

Panting and with no time to rest, the trio gathered their footing again. Tameike’s almond eyes patrolling for enemy bodies as Zujenia pulled up the blueprints from her data pad once more.

“If I’m correct,” She spoke through the comms, “the control center and the core within can be accessed on the other side of this prison level.”

“Well, are you correct? There is no more room for any more mistakes, Zujenia,” Uji stated.

With a swallow and a determined look, she returned the device to her bag and adjusted her bo-rifle. “I’m certain.”

“Very well.”

The human initiated moving off, Zujenia slipping in to lead the way in a jog. They passed many cells along their path. Some were filled with criminals from the lower market, others were clearly members of the Brotherhood. The Rollmaster nearly halted at young and familiar faces of Arconan recruits, lives she thought lost. Pressing a hand on Luka’s back, who had paused in half-shock, they pressed on.

“We’re almost there,” she reassured.

As they rounded into the last corridor, the Force flared through Zujenia’s and Uji’s nerves, driving the pair to project a dual set of barriers. Flames erupted against it, an explosive round curling its discharge about it. The protection broke abruptly and the trio darted behind metal beams set into either side of the hall.

Peeking out, they locked onto the glowing eyes of a HK-47 droid. Its mechanical arm extended and smoke still trailing, Rutger-4 motioned for his troops to focus fire.


The bombardment from the sentry droids’ rifles kept them pinned down as Rutgar-4 kept his grenade launcher trained on their location. No doubt it was a last resort to preserve the station, but Zujenia noted that it would break through any defensive barrier against the blaster fire. The passage to the A.I. core was between them and the droids, but between the barrage ahead of them and enemy reinforcements incoming, their chance at reaching it was quickly declining.

“We need to reach the core,” came Uji’s voice through the comms, sharp with agitation.

“My thoughts, exactly,” quipped Luka in response.

It was clear to Zujenia that the continued bombardment was wearing down her apprentice. Their grip on their deactivated lightsaber was knuckle-white. “Can you get me across?” she asked, bringing their focus away from their fear.

It seemed to work, as the Knight was silent for a moment. “Can you get me close?”

“That won’t work,” Zujenia replied. “The barrier–”

“Just has to hold back the first shot,” Luka interjected. “We’re no use at a distance.”

“I would have to agree,” Uji added with a glance around their makeshift barricade, only to duck back once the blaster fire lit the hall once more. “Do you have a plan once we’re closer?”

“Nope,” Luka admitted. Before either could respond, the Knight darted from cover. Zujenia quickly threw up a barrier to protect her apprentice, dispersing the first burst of blaster fire before a grenade blast rendered the shield useless. Uji put up his own barrier to deflect the shrapnel. The smoke that filled the chamber blurred their vision, with only the glow and sound of a swung lightsaber affirming the reckless Knight’s continued existence beyond the shouts of exertion through their earpieces.

With an aggravated sigh, Uji stepped from cover and activated his lightsaber. “Get to the A.I. We’ll take care of this. Now go!”

Zujenia needed no further prompting. After her initial surprise at her apprentice’s bold action, she had concluded that reaching the A.I. was their last hope in succeeding the mission – and possibly saving their lives in the process. She darted down the side passage, gaze never straying once behind her as she went.

Without a thought to their surroundings, Luka focused their assault on Rutgar-4. The sentry droids fired a few more shots before Luka closed the gap, one shot grazing their shoulder and causing them to grit their teeth. That didn’t matter. They just had to provide a distraction.

An upward swing clove through Rutgar’s grenade launcher, causing the warden to drop the weapon. The warden leaped backward, propelled further by jetpack thrusters. Luka followed, eager to strike another blow, but they were blocked by the sentry droids flanking the warden.

After two quick strikes, severing one droid’s arm and head, Luka spun around to dispatch of the other – nearly striking Uji in the process.
The former Proconsul’s shout of warning seemed distant, as Luka’s attention remained on their quarry. They considered the other sentry dealt with, as Uji’s skill with a lightsaber exceeded their own.
The warden returned to the fray, spinning his connected Vibro-abir staff in overhead strike. Luka blocked the attack with their lightsaber in a horizontal stance, crouching low. There was a moment of surprise when the blade didn’t cut through the staff, but the Knight didn’t allow it to slow them for long. They pushed the staff upward and went in for a horizontal slice, which caused Rutgar to feint backward before lunging in for another attack. This, the Knight wouldn’t allow.

With speed and ferocity, the Knight drove Rutgar backward as the warden focused on blocking the heavy blows. The Shard knew the Force User would tire eventually – all Rutgar had to do was wait it out. His focus instead was on the other, which had just finished of his other droid. With a quick calculation of the speed of attacks against him, Rutgar deflected Luka’s attack and gave a solid kick to their knee which caused them to stumble. The Shard then turned towards Uji and activated his wrist rocket. The Proconsul instinctively raised his barrier to protect himself, narrowly sheltering him from the blast.

“You will die here,” the warden spoke in a distorted monotone as he advanced once more on the prone Knight.

“Where is the karking–?!” Zujenia shouted to herself as she searched the A.I. core terminal for the correct port in which to download the life support reset module. Thankfully, they had been supplied with the module given their lack of splicing expertise, but the terminal itself was proving to be just as difficult in deciphering as the code would have been. No doubt it had been created with self-automation in mind – the directions would only have made sense to a computer.

The lack of communication over the comms made her all the more uneasy. The battle had to be continuing as she was fumbling her way through the terminal databases to find the correct executable. The longer she took, the less chance that the others would survive the mission.

Frustrated, Zujenia slammed her fist down on the terminal. She had to focus. She had to figure this out–

A moment later, a port opened at the terminal’s side – just the right size for the reset module. With a breath of praise to whatever good fortune she’d just found, she carefully connected the module and launched the file.

Red lights began to flash along the halls, and a robotic voice declared a reset of life support systems. Rutgar’s yellow optics scanned the hall for a source to the disturbance, which gave Luka a chance to lash out from their prone position. There was a distorted shriek of binary as the warden recoiled, one arm laying at his feet.

Uji took this moment to focus on halting the warden, freezing him in place. With one final thrust with their lightsaber, Luka carved into the warden’s chest. Satisfied with the damage, they then stumbled in the direction of Uji.

Exhausted as they were, they supported each other as they fled to meet with the Rollmaster. From there, the three avoided the chaotic mass of Force Users and otherwise which swarmed the halls to destroy their captors. The objective complete, they focused on their own survival.