Escape!

[Rotzi]

"Yea.. all we need right now is a Miraluka drunk off of absinth." Tho she may have been worried, she laughed at the thought.
"Well.. maybe the Red Alert will be off here shortly... hopefully." She patted her side where her weapon was. "If anything comes for us, they'll hafta deal with a pissed off bounty hunter.... ex-bounty hunter."

[Kassil]

A computerized voice fills the station. "Warning. All personnel brace for Gravity Termination. All passengers please find a sturdy support and hold on. Gravity Termination in... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Gravity Generators offline now."

At that moment, all over the station, the gravity offlined, leaving only the faint tug of the station's mass and the mass of the ships attached to it to provide any sense of gravity. Miki, and just about all of the station crew, smoothly adapt in mid-motion to the sudden loss of gravity; very few of those not part of the crew were used to the experience, especially as the normally magboot-welcoming decks becomes charged to repel any effort to anchor to them, in essence forcing everyone in the station into absolute freefall.

[Rotzi]

"..." Kitra facepalmed. "Just my luck..." she growled.
"Scratch what I just said, Kri."

[DivenWest]

The Inquisitor pulled himself through the corridors, grasping with his mind at protrusions on the walls, giving the impression that he was flying through the zero-g. Not long now, my dear friend. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that there was no escape for this practitioner of the Force. If he tried to run, the station would destroy him, if they didn't he would destroy him.

[Rotzi]

Kitra's brows rose considerably. "Kri... we need to get the hell outta here. NOW." She was looking in the direction of where the Empire's vessel was. "Something's heading this way."
The Miraluka tugged at her companion's cloak, effectively moving him away from what she felt. This however moved her backwards. With a small twist of her body, her feet found the floor and she kicked herself forward.
There's no way that we're gonna be captured by them... Not again.
"Kri... it's most likely an Insquisitor..." she murmured.

[Kri'hamon]

"Hmm, an inquisitor," Kri thought aloud. "I feel it also," he agreed, "For once you may have a good idea," he tried to grin, feeling rather more and more uncomfortable as each second passed.

He reached back and loosened his tehk'la blade, stories have been told that the nagain blades were strong enough to withstand a lightsaber. Of course there weren't any jedis left to spar to test out this theory and he really didn't feel like trying it with whom, or what, was coming at them down the hall. He pushed of another railing, with a cat like grace, to increase speed and continued his flight down the hallway.

"Where do you suppose we head off to?" he calmly asked Kitra. "Think we could find anyone on this station to help us out?" he was still feeling rather uneasy.

[Rotzi]

A grim smile was all Kitra could come up with. " No clue..." She looked around nervously. "Considering that we were planning on running and was using that distraction earlier to escape."
So followed him on the rail. "You're better at getting people to work for us than I am..."

[Kri'hamon]

He also gave a grim smile,"That may be so." On the way through they came upon a crew of one the nearby ships, bout 10 or 11 humans all sporting fun weapons of some kind, with a gesture and a thought, he gave in to his inner evil for just a moment. He only gave them one command, "Kill."

With a rasping cough he glanced over at Kitra,"Hopefully that will buy us some time," he was becoming fatigued rather quickly from use of the force. He kinda weakly pushed off another railing to continue his rapid momentum.

He was beginning to wonder who was the true monster, him or the being behind them.

[DivenWest]

As he glided allong the corridors, he felt the force flair again. That.... I have felt that before... It is him... and where he is.... she must be as well.... He redoubled his speed, intent on catching this rouge that escaped him before.

[Kri'hamon]

Kri motioned for Kitra to stop for a moment..."You go on, I'll try and hold him off for as long as I can," he quietly continued,"This is something I must do, I want you to get as far away as possible." He gave a tired smile,"Don't argue just go," and on go he gave her a push down the hallway.

He took a deep breath and began the task of clearing his mind of everything. And in those moments he saw everything he had been through flash threw his mind, from childhood to where he was now, it was like watching it off of the holonet..

He then opened himself up to the lightside, and like taking a breath of the fresh, clean air, felt himself being re-engergized. He then drew his blade, momentarily getting glance at himself in the reflection, and positioned himself dead center in the middle of the hallway. And with that he used the force to keep himself in position, ready to soar into combat when the chance presented himself, and to draw the inquisitor to him like a fly to a bugzapper. Quickly he checked his jetpack, blasters, and his blade to make sure he was ready, he then took off his trenchcoat for maximum movement....now he was ready..

I only have one shot at this, I hope its gives Kitra enough time to get away..he thought grimly to himself,for Kri'hamon was not one to run away from a duel..

[Rotzi]

"Kri..." Kitra watched him briefly. "..." They had worked together long enough to know when not to bother each other, or when to argue back. This was one of those times. You better come back, my friend.

Finally she turned away, moving down the corridor quickly. I just need to find someone... Her eyebrows furrowed. But what do I tell them? "Hi, my friend is currently facing down an Inquisitor and I need someone to help me? Oh, and, by the way, I was with the one that blew up the bar?" Tch. Yea right.

The Miraluka adjusted her sunglasses. Where's the resistance when you need them....

[DivenWest]

Kerin zipped down the corridor, nimbly gliding past a crew ruthlessly beating some other sentients. A few dozen meters down the hall he came to an abrupt stop, looking directly at the one he was chasing. What is this fool doing? he thought to himself.

He crossed his arms, staring directly at Kri. "We meet again, Kri'hammon. None before you have had the pleasure of looking me in the eye a second time. Now, I give you the same choice I gave you before. Join me and serve my master, or die by my hand." To emphasise his point, he cast off his cloak, revealing the deep violet battle armor underneath. He called his lightsabre to his hand, pointing the hilt at Kri. "Choose now."

[Kri'hamon]

Kri just grinned, and with an abrupt movement attempted to turn on the lightsaber and thrust into into the inquisitor's chest.

"Answer your question?"

And on that note activated his jetpack to jet in close enough to the purple armored figure for a chance to strike...

[DivenWest]

Kerin felt the bulid up of the force and fliped the lightsabre over just in the nick of time, pointing the crimson blade at Kri. Come to your death fool.
Kerin held the sabre out at an angle in a typical defencive style.

[Kri'hamon]

As Kri came closer, he neatly batted his opponent's saber away from his torso. And in mere half seconds, plowed into the inquisitor at full force, knocking him backwards down the hall..

He used the force, from the impact of the inquisitor, to dive into the slight cover of some large pipes that were coming out of the top of the wall and ended in the floor. He then whipped out his blasters and started a heavy stream of firepower after the flying figure...


Die, Sithspawn!!