Escape!

[Rotzi]

The Miraluka paused, looking over her shoulder. The fight has begun... Good luck, my friend. She prayed for his survival for a moment then continued to push herself down the hall. Occasionally she would stop and argue with herself to go back. Each time she came up with the decision not to, for he's doing this for her to get away.

Where do I go now? Kitra thought, looking around the area. Where does one go... when they are trapped with no hope of getting out?

[DivenWest]

Kerin was not expecting that, as he hurtled down the hallway he batted the bolts away, and those few that he missed sizzled on the surface of his armor. His feet hit a wall at the corner of the hallway, he pushed off, aided by the force, fuled by his rage and anger, he sored down the hall back at his opponent.

[Kassil]

Down the hallway from the opposite direction from Kitra comes the long, lean, blue-haired form of the station chief himself, an expression of cold fury blossoming across his face as the sound of blasterfire echoes through the corridor.

He expertly ricochets off of a wall, and somehow checks his momentum by grabbing the Miraluck in a surprisingly strong grip, considering how slender and almost delicate he looks. "You! Who the hell is shooting and why?" His voice, too, is a lot different than would be expected - adrenaline in a Zenarch mod does more than it does in a normal human, after all. It's gone from the soft-spoke voice of a station chief to the deep-throated roar of a commander.

[Rotzi]

Kitra's eyebrows shot up. She didn't even notice the other in the hall. "..." She tried to speak but couldn't. Clearing her throat and taking a deep shaky breath, she tried again, this time succeeding.

"It's.. and Inquisitor," her voice was controlled, even tho' she was still shaking. Kit bit her lip hoping he wouldn't force her to go back.

The last time she had come across an Inquistor had been a few years ago. It had been just after her and Kri allied themselves with the rebel forces. Somehow she was captured, but managed to escape with her partner's help. A while after escaping Kitra had learned that there was an Inquisitor that was going to "interrogate" her. Had Kri been an hour later... Having heard stories of the Inquisitors, she thanked whatever had lead to her and the Nagaian getting paired together.

And now he's risking his ass for me again... Kitra thought guiltily.

[Kri'hamon]

Kri quickly hostered his blasters and drew his blade, its metallic surface glinting dully in the hall lights...the rush of his foe's pure hatred almost knocking him off his feet..

He tightened his grip, his eyes narrowing into a deep focus..

And then, he pushed off of those pipes, activating the jetpack, in a rush straight towards that center of hatred...

Only one us shall remain standing...

[Kassil]

Miki let go of Kitra with a motion that sent him spinning across the hall, his blue eyes flashing sapphire flame from the heat of his anger. "So who's the Inquisitor fighting? Some Jedi punk? Or some poor bastard who got in the way of whatever he's after?"

As he speaks, Miki's left hand taps at the wall, ferreting out a particular concealed latch; it clicks, sliding open noiselessly to reveal a small rack of weapons - not a one of them capable of damaging the station, but all of them quite well designed for the task of inflicting injury on things.

[Rotzi]

The Miraluka looked at Miki, adjusting the sunglasses. Kitra swallowed what fear she could. "He's fighting m-, a Nagaian."
Another breath. "Can I help you?"
Even if Kri was doing this for her, her guilt was beginning to get to her.

[Kassil]

Miki's reply is to simple flip a gun through the air towards the Miraluka; a quick glance reveals it to be a 'glassgun' - a weapon that would fire thin, sharp, strong slivers of a crystalline substance, not strong enough to hole a station's walls, but generally good for punching through light armor; the solid state battery in it and the simple spring reloader made it surprisingly easy to maintain and use.

As for Miki himself... He reaches into the back of the cavity, and yanks out a pair of things; the first is an EMP grenade, probably powerful enough to knock out the systems of this part of the station, along with any really high-tech weapons caught in the blast while on. The other... A needler. A more powerful form of the glassgun he'd tossed the Miraluka, although the 'soft' needles would still ricochet from the bulkheads rather than punching holes in them.

[Rotzi]

Kitra is silent as gives the gun a quick inspection. She nods. "Thank you."
She looked back in the direction she had come from. Vaguely she had a sense that he knew that she was partially responsible. This wasn't the time to be asking for anything tho.

"Anything specific you want me to do?"

[Kassil]

"Use that gun and shoot anything stupid enough to move. Even if it happens to be a friend of yours. Scylla has top-grade medical facilities, and once everyone's done playing games with blasters on my station, I'll consider patching them up." Miki fingers the keys on the EMP grenade as he speaks, producing a low whine as the weapon begns to charge up. "I really, really hate people damaging my station."

[Rotzi]

"I don't blame you..." Kitra mumbled. She used to go about causing all sorts of damage and Kri was the mature one. "I'll shoot... whatever moves, sir." She looked at him through the sunglasses then off in the direction she had come from.

"Seems as if I rubbed off on him..." she growled in her native tongue. Well, he'll hate me for this...

[DivenWest]

Nixx finaly caught up to the faster security chief. The person he saw there stunned him. "K-k-kitra!?! What in the force are you doing here!?!" he said angrly.

He had helped Kitra and some of her friends escape from an Imperial prison he was inspecting a few years ago. He had never forgoten her face, or how she left him behind when they contacted the Rebellion.

[Rotzi]

"YOU?!" Kitra's eyebrows shot up. The Miraluka was NOT expecting this. Then again, who would expect someone that seemed like a stalker to find her there?
"Of all people Kri decided to blow up, it had to be someone under him...." she growled in Nagaian as she adjusted her sunglasses.

"Nixx... long time no see.... How're things goin'?" Mentally she slapped herself. Talk about lame.

[Kri'hamon]

Closer and closer he neared the purple clad figure.

Then he swung..

The hall lit up as blade met lightsaber, bathing the hallway in a quick flash of red. Kri swung quickly, using precise swings in an attempt to disable the inquisitor. But for every swing there was a block and an attempted parry.

This raged on for minutes, that seemed to stretch into hours, Kri was quickly becoming fatigued from using his powers earlier...But he seemed to be getting the upper hand, for he knew he was the superior duelist..he smiled in grim determination..

You will fall before me, your evil will never pursue me again..

[DivenWest]

This creature had far greater skill with a blade than he did, but he was weakening. Jerin broke away, spirling down the hall. He clenched his fist, focusing his anger and hatred into a tangable ball. "Resist and die scum," he shouted down the corridor at Kri as he let the force ball fly.

"How do you think?" he askes, reaching around his belt to draw his vibro-shiv. "Do you know how many favors I had to call in, how many strings were pulled to keep me for being blamed for your escape?"
Nixx growled under his breath at her, using all the self control he could muster to not lunge at her that very instant.