"Didn't know you were the type. Sure, I'll bring you. Do you know why we haven't run yet? That fleet is fucking massive!
The officer leads the dwindling group back. They start to encounter stormtrooper corpses. The officer shouts "No! No! No!" He rushes over to a corpse, futilely checking its pulse. The flickering lights, which weren't working properly in most sections, come on brightly. Fendrat can see the hangar, a Lambda Class shuttle inside. The stormtroopers see it too, and begin moving over to it, the 6 men walking cautiously, blasters raised, determined not to die so close to their salvation.
The Duro looks at him dismissively. "I might die, but the Alliance will triumph. Our victory today is only the beginning."
Fendrat smell something bad in the air, feeling that is a trap. He shout. "Everybody, stand down! Don't enter to the ship!" He order and relase small droid with cameras to move to the ship. If someone hunting for them, the best place to leave trap is the place where they feel save. Lambda Class could be full of bombs or some enemy hide inside.
"Oh no, no. There is no "might," you ARE going to die. The question is, how much pain you'll endure before you do." DT-L30 said with a smile, slowly moving toward him. "Now then," he uses the Force to tightly grip the Duros' still okay arm, "Do you have any useful information for me?" He asked with a grin, his grip on the arm slowly tightening until it's crushed.
Gailte took a datapad and started writing. "Kota, of all of the Jedi I knew, it had to be you, I had the lack of fortune to meet." She handed the datapad to Avina. It read: 'contact stormtrooper corp of interdirector to take over the ship and make a jump to base. If they fail in next three minutes, order task force to shot down the interdirector and fire torpedoes at smaller craft, we will be sure to destroy. Start evacuation of Netuno, set crash course on Providence.' "How long it was since our last meeting?"
He sees nothing of interest inside. As he does this, a voice rings out, heavily digitised and hard to place. "Clever, zeltron. You amuse me. Enough, that I'd like to play a game." The stormtroopers aim about wildly, not finding the source of the voice. "There is an old tradition. When one's home is invaded, one spares a single survivor, so they can tell others not to trespass. The criminals, I allowed to be here, so long as they stayed away from the inner parts of my station. You Imperials, though. You tresspassed. In accordance with the tradition, I will allow one of you to live, and escape this station. Like I said, you amuse me, Zeltron, so I'd prefer it was you, but you can discuss among yourselves who is the most worthy of life. You have five minutes to reach a decision, and then I kill every last one of you".
'Normally I'm not, but I'm willing to give it a go,' Loreley laughed, 'I don't know, that interdictor is still holding us, I think.'
"Oh?" The information caught DT-L30 by surprise, "Does the jedi have a name?" He asked, crushing the Duros' arm regardless of his answer. "Pretender, I'm not really pretending to be anything." He shrugged, now aiming to crush the hostage's legs. "Anything else I should know about? Any secret bases you rebels have? Or how about, are there any more traitors in the empire?"
He says "The last year of The Clone Wars. You and Secura were arguing to me about the usefulness of clone troops in frontline combat, calling me a fool for not allowing any on my ship. Turns out that I was right, and now she's dead." He sighs. "If I had my way, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, but Admiral Ackbar has named you as a VIP. Surrender, and we'll let you join us." Avina nods, programming the information. The bridge remains quiet, but outside klaxons sound as the crew are instructed to get into shuttles.
The Wing Commander comes on the radio. "All Squads. Command has just authorised a strike on the Purge interdictor. We leave in three minutes. We'll be escorting the bombers. Enemy numbers will be high, but if we fail, all of us die. We haven't said this since the Clone Wars, but may the Force be with you all. Long live Emperor Palpatine!"
He gets out of The Bed and puts his Armour, Helmet and Gear on. "Convenient huh? This Guy has a way with words don't You think?"
"Rahm Kota! His powers make yours seem like a child's! He'll avenge me, and put a lightsaber through your chest!" The Harbinger jumps to lightspeed. "Fuck you! That's all I'm saying, droid!"
She keeps doing it. "I think he's being serious. He sounded like he had things to do. Stand on my feet". She starts doing situps, using him as leverage, wearing her pants and a bra.
'A strike on the interdictor?' Loreley couldn't believe her ears, 'Why woul-... traitors, damn them! 'Gold, Silver, we are to strike the Purge. Cover the bombers, this one's gonna be dicey.' She waited for the signal and Delta launched with the others out of the hangar.
Fendrat look at rest of his squad, not knowing what to say. But one thing he know for sure. "Everyone calm down. He want us to fight betheen ourself, to have easier work." He comand to people, thinking about solution what let them save as many soldiers as they can. "What do you say for that bargain? I will stay and help you moving this station and you let live rest of squad? As Engineer I'm realy usefull and I can improve a lot of things to your home. It will better for you if you get some help?" He said loud to "something" what treat to them.
"Rahn Kota? Alright, I'll remember that, thanks." DT-L30 eases up on his Force usage, "Oh, and I've already dealt with a jedi before. She's now the sex slave of Moff Tarkin." He said, waiting for his reaction. Before using the Force to slowly crush the Duros' chest.
"I don't need to have you fight each other". From underneath one of the chairs, a lightsaber activates, its blade crimson. Swirling towards the group, it takes another stormtrooper's head. "I could kill you all." There's silence for a moment, as the troops panic, pointing their guns at each other. "What could you do for me, Zeltron? I like my station broken, it keeps people away from it".
