“That should do it,” Kadrol said, as his droid beeped confirmation. “Life support on the prison deck is coming online, air systems are operational.” He looked at the security screens. “And it seems that the cells have been unlocked.”
Aeternus looked at the same images, and realized that the prison droids were still able to hold their prisoners at bay.
“I’m going to shift the balance,” he said, and held up his hand to silence them before they could voice objection. “There are Tarenti there, yes. But plenty of those aligned with Scholae Palatinae have gone missing without a body being found, not to mention those from other clans. I believe we have found them, and I do not plan to return to tell the Empress that we left them here.“
Reiden paused for a moment, weighing the options. “That makes sense. We can’t just abandon our own people here without helping them. And if we happen to help members of the other clans in the process, then so be it.”
Shadow gave a curt nod. “Agreed. I’ll be damned if we leave anyone here.”
It took them some minutes to get through to the prison facility. There was, surprisingly, no security force to stop them. As they got closer, it grew clear why that was. The noise became louder and louder, clearly that of an ongoing battle.
The entrance to the prison was only lightly guarded, the attention of the droids clearly on the ongoing fight behind them. Aeternus took out his saber in his left hand, and activated the saberclaw on his right. The others followed his lead, and they simply rushed into them.
The first few droids fell easily, but as they progressed deeper into the prison, the droids became collectively aware of them, and shifted their attention to the new threat. However, this also meant the battle with the prisoners was shifting. Gradually, their spearhead fought through the complex, coming across captives from several clans. A Naga Sadow Tattoo here, others slipping into fighting stances associated with Arcona, with most showing telltale signs of their respective clans. Those captives that could grabbed weapons from the fallen droids, turning on their jailors. With the fight gradually shifting against the guards, they came up on a group droids surrounding another group of prisoners, with one droid being a visibly different model. It seemed they had found the warden droid.
This group of prisoners was warding themselves with force barriers, occasionally other powers to attack back, but several were wounded already. Here, he recognized the patterns of those who were calling out earlier.
Without pausing, Aeternus used brief bursts of telekinesis to collide several droids against their neighbours, breaking their fire patterns. The different droid turned his attention to him.
“Command: Surrender your weapons, and prepare for incarceration.”
The droid had barely the time to go for his blade, before Aeternus’ blades were upon him. Even so, he did not last very long. It managed to block the strike with the regular saber, but was unable to block the punch with the saberclaw as he closed in. With the hip joint thoroughly ruined, the droid fell to the ground, and was swiftly disassembled with several saber strikes. By the time he was done, the rest of the team had taken care of the other droids, who now also faced the full fury of the powers of their captives.
Aeternus set to work getting the captives organized. Several of them knew who he was and enforced his commands. Since there were not enough transports to get them all off the station, and with the command hub severely hampered, the plan was to now commandeer the entire station.
“It took you long enough to get here, Korras.”
He looked up, and recognized the face. One of the Tarentae, thought lost at Yridia. He shook his head. “I have not gone by that name in a long time, and you know that.”
“Peh. I’ll always call you that, and you know that too.”
To the others, it seemed like an another confrontation was coming, until they both grinned. “It’s good to see you, even under these circumstances. Where are the others?”
Aeternus shook his head again. “There will be no others. Tarentum suffered too many losses at Yridia. The Iron Throne had no choice but to disband us, and use what was left to reinforce the other clans. I was sent to Scholae. Bloodfyre and Anshar to Plagueis. Etcetera.”
The other Tarentae cursed. “So on that, they were not lying.”
“Unfortunately not. Though there are rumours that Ciara, Telona, and some of the others have returned to Yridia, and are staging a gathering there.”
He looked thoughtful. “I will go there, then, after we take care of this station. Will you join us there?”
Aeternus saw the look on Shadow and Reiden’s faces as he was asked that question. He frowned at them, and after a moments thought answered. “No. I have been given a different task.”
Kadrol interrupted their conversation. “Quaestor, the Empress has contacted us. Apparently they noticed we had taken the main computer offline, and now want us back for the next mission.”
He nodded. “Inform her we will be back shortly.” He looked at the other Tarentae. “Can I leave this… Situation in your hands?”
“Aye, you can. The station will soon be ours. Ask that empress of yours if she can spare some ships afterwards to get us out of here.”
“Good, and I will. And if you are going to Yridia, you will need this.” Aeternus took his Tarentae ring off, and handed it to him. “It will make the passage a lot more doable. You will need it more than me. Kadrol, Shadow, Reiden, let’s go!”
With the majority of the guards on the station taken care off, none dared step in their way as they headed to the shuttle deck, leaving Aeternus with some time to think. His choice was clear to him now, it was time to forge a new legacy, and train a new crop. At the same time, that would allow him to hone new skills. Several minutes later, they had reached the shuttle, and with the droid aiding them, were soon off the station.