“Someone take out those fraken repeaters!” Mune shouted above the din.
The Sephi wasted no time. He took a knee and readied his Oathbreaker. The shot rang out sharp against the racket of heavy fire. The firing of one of the repeaters stopped abruptly. A soldier’s head snapped back before he doubled over with blood running in thin rivulets from a gaping hole in his helmet’s visor. Caleb chambered the next round and took aim. The shot rang and another head snapped back and the man tumbled over the railing of a catwalk to crash to the floor below upon a handful of additional Collective agents.
Mune turned his attention on the destroyed lift. They were not salvaging the route easily if at all. He heard the crack of another round from the Sephi’s rifle shot and distantly sensed the fall of another agent. His mind raced to map out what he could recall of the ship layout and any alternative routes.
Belarius was at his side and deflecting a blast that nearly took the Shistavanen in the hip. He turned an irritated eye on the Shistavanen, “Are you sleeping?”
Wagglehorn took up a position by Caleb and fired into an agent that took notice of them. He followed Caleb’s aim and saw another agent took out and the repeater was left unmanned. “Nice shooting.”
“They’ll be on us if we are held up here much longer,” Caleb slung the oathbreaker once more across his back.
The Shistavanen motioned with a flick of his muzzle. “This way, I have an idea.”
Together, the group dashed forward through the chaos. Belarius deflected more than a handful of the bolts directed to take them out. Mune lunged forward, one of his lightsabers momentarily burst to life just long enough to divorce a man from his right leg. The weapon was as quickly disengaged and the Shistavanen leapt onto a dangerously drooping bit of catwalk. The steel screeched in anguish, twisting unhealthily. Mune charged up the incline until he disappeared over the top.
Belarius motioned for the Sephi and Lasat to follow. With the help of what remained of the twisted railing, they made their way to the top. The human was soon behind. He cut the remaining supports with a powerful swing of his lightsaber. Down it crashed with a near-deafening ring of metal.
Mune motioned to a grate that blocked their path and Belarius got to work, shooting the Shistavanen a questioning glance. “I am trying to map our route. I need to think,” Mune explained.
The Human rolled his eyes and held his lightsaber steady while cutting through the steel.
Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser Akan
Wagglehorn watched the Shistavanen grow more and more agitated as the moved through the cramped space of the conduits. Caleb was distracted by comforting the furred Force user, so it was up to he and Belarius to follow the stuttering directions from the Rollmaster. Further, into the ship, they voyaged until they found themselves parallel the command bridge. Wagglehorn motioned for quiet and heard commands being shouted. They were nearly upon their target. They gathered outside the grate and eyed the movement beyond. They all knew at once what they would need to do.
“This will be messy,” Caleb whispered in barely audible tones to his companions.
Wagglehorn nodded, “Mune, you holding up?”
“Yea. Just… tight spaces,” He tried to grin but it was nearer a grimace.
The two gunmen triple checked their guns before giving a nod. Belarius drew upon the Force, Mune with him and together they grasped the grating that barred their path. It shuddered then trembled and finally, with a ping of bolts wrenched free, the grate ripped free from its seating. There was no time for hesitation. Caleb and Wagglehorn both leapt from the opening even as blasters became trained upon their position. Mune and Belarius came from behind and together they ripped the trained weapons from the hands of the nearest Collective agents. Another man got off a shot, Mune reacted quickest and the Force rippled before him before the blasts crashed against his barrier.
Wagglehorn was upon the man and with the squeeze of a trigger, the agent went down. The bridge erupted into panicked alarm. He counted a dozen, seemed many had been called away to deal with a number of emergencies erupting throughout the vessel. Seems others got through. The Lasat grinned.
Caleb fired a shot through the shoulder of a man only to twist and fire with his second pistol to take out another that was raising a blaster to fire upon the intruders. The Sephi finished off his first assailant with a second shot to the skull. Blood painted the gleaming monitor behind, and broken, the agent folded to the blood. The two Force users needn’t had moved, Wagglehorn and Caleb both handily taking out the enemy. It was only moments before they stood amongst the grim and bloody mess, the bridge clear.
Caleb reloaded and remarked upon a cursory glance of one of the terminals, “We may have ten, maybe fifteen minutes, tops.”
Belarius was already walking towards the rear of the bridge, “They’ll realize the command bridge has gone silent and send soldiers sooner rather than later. Let’s remember why we’re doing this, people, and get the job done.”