Uka sat in quiet meditation; she knew Master Edgar was conversing with their three… comrades… in the main war room of their vessel. She had chosen to remain on the bridge; there were droids here to pilot the ship, so she instead sat and let herself retreat into the Force.
I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.
This was the first time she had worked with members of Clans outside Odan-Urr. It was the first time she would be setting foot on Arx as well. The Sephi Padawan knew, of course, about Clan Odan-Urr’s strange alliance with other Force-attuned organizations spread out across the Galaxy, this so-called “Brotherhood”, but for all intents and purposes, that had been a theoretical construct for her before now. She had been born and raised on Kiast, had only joined the Odanite’s Jedi Temple a few short years ago. Had only gone on her first mission outside of the system less then one year ago.
I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.
Knowing of the names Taldrya, Arcona, and Naga Sadow was very different to feeling their presence in the Force, so different from that of the Jedi in the Temple Praxeum, or of her Master, Edgar, and each shocklingly different from one another.
And as the ship barreled ever closer towards Arx, she could feel the presence of that world looming in the distance. It was like a marbled tableau of searing Light, abyssal Dark, and every shade in between, all overlapping with one another. She had absolutely no idea what to expect upon arrival.
Just then, the doors to the meeting room opened, and Master Edgar stepped out, accompanied by their… allies.
The Mandalorian had been through a lot of missions but this one, was actually unsettling for her. There’s something about having to go to an underwater facility that rang alarm bells for her.
Supposedly, the facility was protected that no matter how damaging the battle can get, it wouldn’t not endanger their lives.
Sofila peered at Alex through her visor. Last time they met, she had questions for him but sadly she got so drunk that she started to baby an apple turkey sandwich.
Which was delicious.
Now, she wanted one. This gave her an idea.
Sofila kept watching him before she held out a finger and pointed at Alex and then at herself.
“Alex, you and me, on a date, after this,” she had questions and she intended to find answers.
The Shadow Lord, casually spinning his helmet like a ball in his left hand, turned to the Mirialan as he quirked a brow. The casual grin that seemed permanently affixed to his face was unchanged, framed between the neatly trimmed brown-and-white borders of his beard.
“Why, Sofila, I am quite honored by your attentions. But what would Cole think?” He raised his free hand to his mouth in mock shock. “And what of the scandal in the holopapers?!” A belt of deep, rich laughter burst forth from deep within his beskar-clad chest. “You are on, and whoever takes out fewer soldiers down there is buying.” His attention turned, noticing the Sephi currently in what was clearly a Jedi meditation.
“Apologies for interrupting, but if I am remembering correctly, you must be Uka. I am Alex Draconis, I suppose in strictest technicality the Shadow Lord, but for the sake of this mission you can consider me your shield. The bulwark against harm for you and all of our compatriots as we dive into danger.” One gauntleted hand reached out in a gesture of camaraderie. “I have to admit, I know little about you - a rarity for my position - but I am more than sure that any jetii of Odan-Urr will be a more than worthy addition to the team.”
<@230809550297497600>
Tasha’vel glanced up at everyone. True, she hadn’t met anyone really save Edgar, but Alex, she remembered hearing about him from Vance. She sort of chuckled at the banter between Sofila and him. It had reminded her of fun times she had when going on missions with Bentre.
“Well nice to meet you all here, sad it isn’t under better circumstances and places, but I owe a favor to Edgar and here I am.” Her green eyes lit up as she smiled warmly. “More than happy to help crack a few skulls if needed or provide some entertainment. I am no stranger to dangerous missions and will do my best to protect you. As I said to Edgar, when I am here my job is to always protect the team and that is what I will do.”
She then looked over to the Jedi and then back to her gear as she began to lace her boots up.
“First time running with folks?” She asked softly as she began checking over her blades and lightsaber. She then sat down and pulled out Morra’s Vengeance, a thin rapier-like vibroblade with a beautiful blue and gold dragonhead hilt. Turning the sheathed blade over in her hands, the Marauder twirled it a few times before resting it against her left side. Then she brought her hands together and in a soft whisper said. “With saber, blade and blood, I promise that I will not fail you Grandfather.”
After a few moments of silence, she then stood up, placed the blade back on her side belt and leaned against the wall.
After leaving the meeting, Edgar lingered for a few moments while he spoke with the two Mandolarians. Seemingly coming to an agreement, he walked over to Uka and gently nodded and smiled at her. Standing next to her, he turned to the female Twi’lek
“Come now, Tasha, let’s not scare her too much. Uka will do fine, and trust me, I know she can handle herself in a tough fight,” he said calmly.
“Oh, I’m not scaring your child, am I? She directed toward the young Padawan, who only just nodded her head side to side. “See Edgar, we’re good!”
Raising his hands in a mock surrender gesture, Edgae comments, “If you say so, Tasha, but for now let me have a moment.” Tasha simply nodded and walked over to the other as he entered his own meditation pose next to his padawan.
Speaking softly, he leaned toward her to say, “Hey, I know this is all new. You haven’t really left Kiast or have worked with people you never met before. Sometimes the job requires us to partner with outsiders, and this is something you should be scared of, and think of it as an extension of your training. You never know when you will be all alone and have to make the tough choice of working with someone you don’t know or trying to get it done by yourself. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Master,” she confirmed, “But is it common that I will have to work with such eccentric people.
Edgar caught himself from giggling out loud. “Sometimes yes, sometimes even more interesting. You never know sometimes. Look, I have worked with Tasha before she can be trusted, but like I always say, stay alert to everything and trust in the Force. Now go get ready, we need to loop you into the plan and head out.
His padawan started to collect his things, only stopping when her master whispered into her ear. “Look, I’m sure she’s a fine but keep an eye on that Mirialan, she seems to be a very spicy Mando.”
Sofila’s helmet was already on because her wild purple hair was a schutta to tame and she didn’t have time to try to handle that on the way there.
Yet, she was certain that Alex may be feeling the intense and annoyed glare from behind the visor. There was obvious head movement that may hint to others that she had rolled her eyes at Alex.
Then the best part. A challenge.
“Kark yea!” Sofila exclaimed, letting him know that the challenge was on and she had no intentions to lose. The worry about them headed to underwater facility was almost gone as adrenaline started to make her jittery. She was ready to explode with energy. Sofila got up from her seat and started to pace. She was shaking her hands to expel little energy and moved her head from her shoulder to shoulder in a stretch. They continued to talk that they would be there and protect each other. Good. Sofila had to deal with a selfish team member last mission and it did not go well. At least here, the team was protected. They may not know each other but the code was there.
This Mandalorian was rearing to go. The enthusiastic energy would be noticeable and perhaps, contagious to those easily infected.
“We have arrived.” The pilot said over speaker as there was a hiss and a small sound indicating draining of water before the door can open. Sofila grinned her eyes darted over her team. A Jedi Human, Jedi Sephi, Sith Twi'lek and a very very old Mandalorian man who should be yelling at the clouds. She faced Alex, her arm bent and her hand faced to Alex for a Mandalorian greeting that the Armis clan does, the Mirshmure'cya. It didn’t occur to her that Alex may not know this. Does all Mandalorian Clans know of this?
“Let’s karking go.” -# <@102435651189743616> <@1385116824814878940> <@224731543153803264> <@230809550297497600>
Tasha’s emerald eyes gleamed as they turned to the energetic Mandalorian that was about to just zoom out the door. Her smile got just a little bit wider. Finally, someone itching to get into action.
“Sassy, spunky and ready to take on anyone and everything. I think I’m gonna enjoy this little team. Tell you what, Sofila right? When it comes to busting heads, you may have to start a fun little tally. After all, what’s a little fun while we fight.”
Having checked her gear, the Marauder walked up towards Sofila and Alex. She was ready to fight, spill some blood, and do whatever was needed for her team to succeed.
If they needed a distraction, she would be the first person throwing a door through the hallway and running like a madwoman to get their attention.
A distraction of course was only one part of this mission. The second part would require sneakier team members getting to their destination. Stealth was never her thing, but hey that was Edgar and whoever else was sneaky that he decided to hire.
She took out her Nightsister dagger and spun it around her fingers a few times, flicking the blade outwards before tossing it upwards and catching it by the hilt before sheathing the deadly blade.
Time was ticking and she grew impatient waiting. Already,she began channeling into The Force, preparing to dash into combat. If there was a fight to be had, now was the time to go.
“I am ready to blow this joint. How about everyone else?”
As the vessel came to a rest and the pressure began to equalize, armored boot falls carried Alex toward the door. With a flick of his wrist, his helmet was popped spinning into the air, moving forward at a match to his pace. With the kind of fluidity that made it clear it was a practiced ritual, Honor and Glory were pulled free, spun in opposite directions, and reholstered just in time for his helmet to land over his head sealing in place with an audible click as the maglocks engaged.
He paused for a moment before Sofila, brows knit as he thought hard. It was not a tradition his Clan practiced - those would have come to him automatically, even so many millennia after the last survivors of his Clan had taken the Long March Far Away. It was part of his sacred duty, however, as the Caburb’dar’asuum to know and remember the traditions of all the Clans so that they could be remembered even if the Clan was gone. Though the Armis Clan was not one he had known in his youth, or when he took up the mantle, it was a Clan nonetheless and he had done his part to study and learn their ways.
A gauntleted hand reached up to grasp the offered one, clenching tight and pulling in so that helmets would tap - just hard enough for a sound to ring out without actually impacting the heads inside. Over the sound of beskar clanging together and the background hiss of the door opening, Alex’s voice burst forth with a declaration. These words were easy, natural, he had called them out a thousand thousand times before. The tradition of the Armis Clan was one of brotherhood and support, a show that they were there for each other through the worst of it. The tradition of Alex’s Clan was one of warning to those that would stand in their way.
“Mhi jori kyr’am!” We bring death.
Walking past the two mandos, Edgar commented, “Just be careful with that death you’re bringing. I like a good landscape remodel too, but I don’t think swimming in that armor is going to go well.”
Leaning close to Uka, “Do you think the armor has arm floaties built into them? Oh, I know that’s something I got to see!” Edgar said low enough for only his padawan to hear, but Uka didn’t get the joke right away and was about to yell at her master when she caught the grin on his face and realized he was joking.
“One day I’ll understand his weird sense of humor”. She thought to herself.
As the ship was finishing its docking and pressurization sequences, the group checked their gear and prepared themselves for the doors to open. They would need to move swiftly and try find the other strike force before they could escape.
The human Jedi stood closest to the door as it opened and turned to his padwan “Uka, remember your training, and if you trust in the force, you will be fine. “ Turning to the rest of the group I’ll scout ahead and report if I find them or anything important. Oh, and Uka, Edgar turns again with that stupid grin on his face. “If things get out of hand and you need me, just get on the com and say Floaties, and I’ll know to bring reinforcements.”
Uka couldn’t help but smile as she watched her master run out of the ship and seemingly disappear just as quickly as he left.
Uka followed at a slower pace, the other members of the Brotherhood falling in around her; somewhere up ahead, Edgar had vanished, though her wrist-comm showed his comms were still active.
Her first impression of Arx was salt, oddly enough. The night sky was pitch dark, and she had to remind herself that it was just overcast. Some part of her could easily believe the world was simply so dark as to hide from the stars themselves. Either way, there was little to no light being cast over the platform they had landed on, and little that she could see with her eyes.
But as she took in her first lungful of air, she was assailed by an overwhelming stench of salt. She’d read about salty oceans, though the concept seemed as absurd to her as cities built below the clouds rather than above them, but nothing had told her how overpowering pungent they were.
A thick mist was rolling over the elevated platform, and through it Uka could just barely make out towering pillars she could only assume were lights; if so they were completely shut down. Combined with the starless sky overhead, left her unable to see more then five feet in any given direction.
This, then, was her first experience with the homeworld of the entire Brotherhood.
“Where is everyone?” she whispered. “The report said there were soldiers… I don’t see them. I don’t see anyone.”
Her foot clunked against something soft and heavy, and she very nearly tripped, catching herself only at the last second. It was only when she looked down at the offending object that she realized what it was.
She couldn’t help herself; she keeled over and started to vomit.
Laying at her feet was a corpse, one wearing the uniform of the Brotherhood. It was one of many that were scattered across the deck. All of them in pieces.
Standing about a meter away from Uka, Tasha heard the sound of retching and the whispers.
*“Poor thing hasn’t seen casualties of fighting.” She thought to herself.
“Big mission and there is gonna be more, especially if we start fighting. Of course to make it a challenge, Jedi Daddy Edgar brings in a baby.”*
She tried not to sigh loudly as she thought.
“I guess he’s trying to break her in, but way to give the poor girl trauma for the rest of her life and while on a significantly more dangerous mission with her life and others are on the line if she dawdles too long. He really is making me work for my pay.”
Her nose now wrinkled at the putrid smell of death and salt as she quietly approached Uka.
Taking a small kerchief from her side pocket, she put it to her face and allowed the fresh scent of peppermint to keep the putrid smell from being too overhwelming.
After a brief moment, Tasha'Vel concentrated on on Uka, allowing a wave of telepathic energy flow from her mind into the young jedi’s head.
*“You okay,kid? Unfortunately, in our line of work, you will probably see more of this and worse things.
As much as I hate to be the bearer of such news. It’s something you will have to get used to seeing and smelling quite a bit.*
*My suggestion is to always bring a kerchief with some peppermint oil on it to help you not get queasy.
Take a moment and get your bearings a bit. I will patrol and guard you.
Just try not to take too long as we could be surrounded by enemies if we idle too long.”*
“For what it is worth,” Alex patted the young Padawan on the back as he strode by, stepping carefully over the corpses as his systems scanned the area, “I can hold my breath for eight minutes, the armor is sealed against pressure, and your Master does not speak as quietly as he thinks he does.” There was a joking lilt to the ancient Mandalorian’s tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere even amidst such dire scenery. The telemetry module integrated into his armor was feeding constant reports to his heads-up display. For the moment, there were no significant heat signatures in the area - likely the forces that had taken the facility were not expecting anyone to come after them, at least not so quickly.
“We should keep moving,” the deep voice rumbled low over comms. “If Edgar wants to scout ahead, that is fine, but hanging around in an entry area like this is just asking to get caught by a patrol eventually.” A portable holoprojector was pulled from a belt pouch, displaying a map of the facility. “There is a guard checkpoint station just past the doors here,” Alex pointed to the far end of the platform, “and past that the facility branches out. The most direct route to the main Nexus is straight down the central corridor, but that is also the most likely to be watched and guarded by whatever forces S.T.A.R. has managed to control.” .
Honor was pulled free as he turned back toward the remaining members of the team. “We are unlikely to get through this without any fight, but we should try to avoid combat where and when we can. No matter what the AI has done, these soldiers serve the Brotherhood - same as we do - and it is no fault of their own that they have been taken over. We take side routes whenever possible, avoid patrols the best we can, and disable instead of kill when able. If you see a Collective operative,” his words were punctuated by a slight whine and a glow as he gently depressed the firing stud of the blaster - enough to warm it up but not quite fire, “no quarter is to be given. Sound like a plan?”
Sofila clenched her jaw so hard that she can feel a headache coming on. Why the frack did that male jedi think it was a karking good idea to bring someone so young to this kind of mission? She tried to ignore it when she saw her in the ship and part of her did hope that the child would stay on the ship.
‘What a karking fool I was.’ The Mirialan was bitterly yelling at herself internally as she kept a watch while the Sith, oddly enough, was consoling the child Jedi.
Sofila would try to bash Edgar’s head to the wall if she sees him next time. If he wasn’t already dead yet. The Mandalorian kept her arms to the side as she was much more useful with melee and physical contact than blasters. Part of her wanted to ask Uka if she wanted a piggy back and Sofila can just hang back and use her barrier. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hang back and was far more useful as a crowd control of some sorts.
“Lead the way.”
The Jedi Master left the ship and immediately dashed to the far side of the hangar using his abilities to leap up to the higher catwalks and enter a nearby maintenance tunnel. He was only a few meters in when he thought about the situation, and the dire situation at home was getting. Pushing it out of his mind, Edgar pushed forward. It was up to him to try to locate the Central nexus as quickly as possible. The Jedi stopped and tried to center himself; his emotions were getting the best of him. He was worried and kept thinking about his padawan. He really didn’t want to bring her in fact, Mihoshi was so convinced this was reckless and claimed I was out to get her killed. He threatened to take her training from me.
But he fought to take her, he needed to take her, and reminding Mihoshi that the empire was about to openly declare war upon us and the rest of the system, that I could not in good conscience leave her behind. She, in fact, could be in more danger there than with me at the heart of the brotherhood. I stood my ground; either she was coming with me, or he would have to find someone else for this mission. Reminding his Consul that he has been through a planet-wide civil war before, that as seen the horrors it bears, the horrific memories of his time in Purty Rock came back to his mind, the sights, smell and the screams. Edgar’s resolve strengthened, and Mishoshi’s objections grew.
After much arguing, a deal was struck, and Uka got her orders to come. Edgar was worried about her, yeah, he had been training her for these situations and potentially dangerous missions. He saw her fight well in the fightpits and when we were cornered fighting rakghouls. She was ready, he did trust her, but this time he had to leave her with people he barely knew. He kind of trusted Tasha, but the Mandos he didn’t know, and he resigned himself to the fact that if any of them hurt his padawan, none of them would leave this place.
The Jedi’s nerves were high, but by focusing on his own training and realizing the only way to make sure she is safe is to get the job done.
With that, it took him a min to calm down and properly tune his senses. The force pulled his head to the right, opening his eyes. Edgar moved with even more speed than before. Take to the maintenance tunnel and darting through what seemed like empty halls, in which, looking back in hindsight, Edgar would realize that should have been his first sign that he was about to roll up on a really tough fight.
Coming to a cross-section of corridors, Edgar stopped with his hands on his blades and instinctively checked to make sure the coast was clear. It was only then that he heard a very distant sound of fighting, and desperate fighting at that. He carefully followed the sounds and, peering down the hallway to the left, he saw bodies on the floor. Carefully rushing up them, he saw even more stacked up by the entrance to what appeared to be a large cargo bay,
He snuck inside and, finding a vantage point, he saw Arx troopers in a heavy firefight with at least 8 heavily armed soldiers.
“So that must be the infamous Strikeforce Senth Six.” Surveying the situation, the Arx troopers are not going to last much longer, and letting them get away wasn’t an option. Edgar pulled out his com link and opened a channel gave them the route he took, his current location, and status.
“Oh, and guys hurry up, these troopers are no match for these guys. They are not going to last long without backup. I’ll see what I can do to help them, but it sure will be nice to have backup.”
Half-hearing the acknowledgement, Edgar quickly surveyed the area and noticed a pretty tall row of shelves directly behind the strike force. Standing up, he focused and used the Force to start toppling the large, heavy shelves until they came crashing down.
It was so loud and unexpected that it took everyone by surprise, and the shooting stopped as a few of the invaders had to run for cover. The Arx troopers were just as stunned and confused as to what was happening. It was at this point that Edgar took a breathe tapped into his reserves, ignited his blades, and jumped toward the nearest Merc.
‘Stupid girl,’ Uka heard the voice ring out in her memory and winced. ‘Losing your control in front of your father’s guests! He’ll likely have you thrashed for it!’
It was one of her childhood tutors; she couldn’t remember which, the endless parade had long since blurred into immateriality, but the stinging of a crop against her hand still echoed clear as day.
She breathed. ‘I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.’
The Force was with her and her family most absolutely was not.
Still she berated herself internally. She could feel her cheeks burning in humiliation, and couldn’t bring herself to meet her companions’ eyes. They must think her such a child, and to make matters worse, she could still feel her stomach churning from the sight of the…
She did not vomit again. She forced it down and stayed on her feet.
That was when their comms units crackled, and she could hear the voice of Master Edgar.
Uka felt her head clear and resolve replace anxiety at his orders. Fight the Collective, save the troopers. She could do that. She could do that!
They were only minutes behind Master Edgar when the doors opened to a scene of complete and utter anarchy. She watched as her allies charged into the mayhem, before igniting both ends of her saberstaff and following–
She heard a warning scream out into the Force and through herself towards the door.
Too late by a second. A dart shot out and sliced along her upper arm. Blood ran down from the long gash it opened up.
She spun to see her assailant right before a vibro-knuckler slammed into her jaw. She felt something crack inside her head and reeled.
“I’ve always wanted to kill a Jedi,” a man twice Uka’s size and wearing a grey-and-gold great coat sneered, unslinging a blaster rifle from his back; his voice was low and cold, emtionless. “When I bring Rath your saber, he’ll put me in his inner circle.”
Uka’s eyes darted around, but it was no use; everyone else was already locked into their own fights with their own opponents. None of them were even looking her way. No one was coming to help her.
For good measure, the soldier lifted his rifle and fired at the door’s control panel, slamming it shut. She heard Edgar cry out her name before it was cut off.
She was alone. She was alone and she was going to die–
The Liberation Front soldier lifted his blaster rifle to fire and Uka felt her heart pound in terror. In the absence of all else, she reached for that terror and pulled and something answered.
Something clawed its way out of the deck, smoky and insubstantial, like a silhouette woven from threads of shadow.
Before she could react, it reached for the soldier, who reeled back in terrified horror as the wraith grappled him, pulling his blaster towards the roof before it could fire on her.
Uka reacher for her saberstaff with her still-good arm and ignited it, lunging forward, limbs driven by primal instinct and panic. Her training was good though; the saber found the human’s heart, piercing it and the wraith at once.
She watched the man collapse as the wraith dissipated back into nothingness, panting in exertion and fear.
Upon hearing Edgar’s voice, the Marauder’s whole body shifted as her emerald eyes blazed with cold fury. Seething rage enveloped around her as she charged like a hellion towards the chaotic fray.
“On my way.”
Upon reaching the destination, the thick scent of copper reached her nostrils as she heard the angry shouts of war and could feel the overwhelming anger as sizzling hot blaster fire was being exchanged.
Analyzing the situation, she saw Edgar already on one Mercenary and quickly dashed toward another man locked in the firefight that had turned his gaze to her friend.
With a flick of her fingers, blue lightning crackled between them, fired outwards towards the assailant and electrocuted them.
Surprised, the man screamed out as he turned swiftly to face Tasha’vel.
“Much better, I like to see your eyes before you die.”
Grinning, the Maurauder brought her lightsaber to her hand and closed the distance, taking a straight chopping swing with her blade right into his right arm. As she swung upwards, the lightsaber cut it clean off.
The man screamed in agony while she brought the blade down diagonally across his chest and upwards again in an X-pattern to finish him off.
Someone else spotted what happened and took aim at her. While they fired, one of the bolts singed her cheek,however the others now bounced off and ricocheted into the walls. She smiled haughtily, wiggled a finger at him and charged.
“Nu, uh, naughty boy, gotta wait your turn.”
The resounding clang of beskar striking floor plates carried Alex into the fray, carelessly knocking aside a pair of Arx troopers as he shouldered past them and directly for what he quickly identified as the biggest motherkarker in the room. A massive, armored Dowutin bearing two swords each roughly the size of a man was standing proud, covered in the blood of what must have been nearly a full squad of Arx troopers whose corpses were arrayed around him. Before he could bring the blades to bear again, there was a screaming whine and a bolt of superheated plasma splashed against his chestplate - no damage done but a scorch mark, but enough to draw the attention and ire of the giant. Alex stood still, shoulders wide, head tilted up to meet the gaze of the special forces soldier. In his left hand, Glory spun, the barrel still cooling from the bolt it had just unleashed, Honor held steady in the other hand and aimed directly at the same spot at the larger man’s chest.
“Shall we dance, ugly?” The Mandalorian warrior’s voice rang out clearly, enhanced by his armor’s vox systems to be audible even over the din of the battlefield. The Dowutin simply snorted in response, rolling his neck with a sound like a boulder tumbling down a cliff. Both men stood, staring at each other, dust settling around them. One of the Arx troopers Alex had shoved aside recovered his footing and raised his blaster rifle to take aim - and abruptly was floored by the grip of Glory impacting his chin and sending him into unconsciousness. This was Alex’s fight now, and nobody was going to interfere with it one way or another.
The helmet turned slightly, his voice ringing out again. “Just so we are clear, Sof, this guy counts as at least two!”
“You karking wish!” Sofila shouted back as she grabbled an arx’s trooper wrist and yanked him to get behind her as she sent a right jab into a collective’s jaw. He stumbled back and growled.
Sofila followed up with a kick that he ducked and then an elbow jab to her chest. Her hands caught the elbow and yanked him down. She felt a thud as a small Aleena had hopped onto her back and their hand had raised to stab her with a blade. Sofila released the man’s arm to block the incoming stab. Her eyes kept on the incoming fury of strikes and blow from the man as she grabbled the Aleena’s arm. When she finally had the right hold, she yanked Aleena over head and right to the human male’s collective chest as Sofila huffed.
“That. Was. Unfair.” She scolded as the pair scrambled to get back up.
Uka looked down at the dead man for all of a second before turning to the sealed door. She took her lightsaber and began the long, slow process of slicing an entryway; the durasteel it was made from was half as thick as her arm was long, and though she could hear the sounds of battle on the other side, it was going to take several minutes for her to carve an entryway.