Escape!

[Rotzi]

"I'd love to stay and chat, Nixxy," Kitra said, looking down the hallway, "but I have business." She looked up at Miki and nodded.
"We should go before anything else happens."

[Kri'hamon]

Kri started to give chase as the purple clad figure turned and ran.....but something was wrong...the inquisitor turned around and intense waves of hate and anger began to seep out of his every pore.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion as the figure yelled and threw what appeared to be a ball of pure hatred....it came closer and closer...

It was almost upon him, as he attempted to dive out of the way but the gravity-less atmosphere was unforgiving as the ball brushed Kri, in his attempt to find cover, before continuing its progress down the hallway.. Even the brush was enough to send him through waves of agony, sending tremors of pain throughout his entire being..

He was, however, not about to let this sithspawn win. Through clenched teeth he struggled to pull himself back together, to assemble what was left of his consciousness. Then, screaming a nagian war cry, he activated his jetpack, yet again towards his foe, blade held high he closed the distance rapidly in an attempt to end this once and for all...

You.....shall....never.....destroy.....me.....

[Rotzi]

Kitra froze, hearing her partner's war cry. "Shit..." She started off down the corridor using the walls to get her moving. Right at the moment she didn't really care about anything else. Kri'Hammon was her partner.

And he may have left me when I was captured that one time to get drunk... but there's no way that I'm gonna leave him.... She had the gun ready as she entered the area where she left the Nagaian.

[Kassil]

Miki somehow ricocheted around Kitra with a smooth, graceful motion at the sudden scream, moving like an eel in the weightlessness, with his weapon ready.

He burst out, and without wasting more than a third of a second, takes aim and fires off five shots; one aimed at each of the combatants' weapons, one at Kri's shoulder, and the other two at any vulnerable-looking spots on the Inquisitor's armor.

"Both of you! Halt, right now!" Miki's voice cracks in the air, even over the sound of the fight itself, as the station chief snaps through the air after his rounds, intent on the battle. Nobody threatened his station. Not even Imperial goons.

[Rotzi]

Kitra's brows shot up well above her. How the hell did he get in front of her so quickly? She lowered her weapon, well, the borrowed weapon.

This was gonna be a long night....

[DivenWest]

"Not this time Kitra," Nixx growled. He pushed off the wall, aiming a full body tackle at her now that the security chief was out of the way.


What was this? Another fool coming to his doom? Kerin extinded his hand, the three shards slowing.... slowing... he gritted his teath.... they stopped centimeters from him. A cold smile crossed his face as he flipped the shards over and accellerated them back at Miki and Kri. "Death will wait for you, do not interfere," he shouted at Miki.

[Kri'hamon]

Time slowed down to a crawl as Kri'hamon seemed to step out of his body mentally, like watching something off of the holonet, and take a look around on what was happening. At himself, lost within the bloodlust of battle. To the station chief, farther down the hallway behind him, firing the strange glass like projectiles from his needler, as they slowly spiraled from their chamber, gracefully floating through the air. And he also saw Kitra standing there behind the chief also seeming to have pulled out some kind of projectile weapon, poor Kitra such a shame to worry her after she had been so kind to him,I thought I told her to run.. His attention abruptly swung back around to the inquisitor, the target of his attack. And he felt..strangely enough...pity...and yet he knew that he had no choice to bring an end to such a powerful being that had fallen to temptation...Everything seemed to start speeding up as he seemed to quickly return to his body, and to a first person view...time then seemed to go from a crawl to fast foward in mere seconds, like he had hit the fast forward on a holorecording...

He drew closer and closer, as he came mere feet within striking range he felt the sliverly projectile strike deep into his shoulder, adding yet another fresh wave of agony as it pierced his shoulder, until the point could be seen sticking out the other
side. But even as darkness threatened to consume him, it wasn't enough to make him even slow down, in fact it seemed to quicken his self chosen task, as he seemed to succumb to an animal like rage. Closing those final feet he struck with speed that would have even surprised himself, the blade weaving deadly patterns in the air so fast that it was just a deadly blur of twisting, flashing metal. He plowed into the dark figure like a scything demon, losing himself a little more with each vicious swing of the weaving blade, smashing through his opponents defenses, till he struck armor, throwing chunks of it around the hall as he dug into the inquisitor with the intensity of a hungry krayt dragon....

He put the last of his strength into one last mighty swing, then the sweet embracement of unconsciounsness consumed him, sending him spiraling into a void of darkness...

Is this my time to die...?

[DivenWest]

The precious few seconds he spent toying with the security chief were Kerin's last mistake. He brought his sabre up a second too late, missing the deflection by a millimeter. He felt the blade ring off his armor, carving chunks of plasteal away. Another stroke and another and another. He felt the agony of the blade penitrate his armor, cutting into flesh, blood splattering on the walls of the corridor. The Nagian sent one last stroke, splitting the inquisitor from shoulder to groin. His lightsabre floating away from his hand, deactivating to float listlessly. His eyes slowly glazed over as he became one with the darkside. The body convulsed, black energy crackling over his ruined body. The darkside filling the vessle, prepairing to burst in a spetacular deteonation of raw force energy.

[Kassil]

Miki grunted as he twisted to avoid the shards hurled back at him; then, as the dark energy began to fountain, the station chief kicked off again, rocketing towards the convulsing body, plowing into it with the force of a human-sized rocket.

Anyone else on the station would likely have been obliterated just on contact, of course. That Miki sim[ply grunted from the impact, while his uniform began to blister away under the energy, was simply proof of his Zenarch heritage.

Another twist and kick propelled the chief back down the corridor, subvocal commands flowing to the computer as fast as they could be gotten out.

"Computer! Ready airlock Z-23 in Sector Six Alpha! Emergency cycle, commit alpha-delta-twenty-nine, override zeta-five!"

The chief slammed into the airlock edge, grunting as something cracked in his chest, before shoving the black-lightning-shrouded form through the first door. "Computer! Cycle now!"

[Rotzi]

Seeing her partner fall unconscious Kitra took off to him, maneuvering as best as she could in zero gravity. Unknowingly she had gotten out of Nixx's way. With luck, which was all she seemed to have, the Miraluka had made it to her partner.

"Kri?" she asked softly. "Wake up, dammit." Deciding that he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon Kit kicked off of the floor, shooting a glance at Miki. She'd wait for him to take her to the medical bay. Absent-mindedly she fixed her sunglasses.

"You are gonna get your arse kicked the moment you wake up, Kri."

[Kassil]

Miki coughed a couple of times as the computer cycled the airlock, expelling the spasming body into the void to destroy itself harmlessly, and then kicked off carefully, feeling something shift wetly inside his chest, heading back toward the trio still there.

"First... Sickbay. Then... You... OFF MY STATION." A finger jabs at Nixx. "Take your troopers with you. If the Empire wants back on, then send someone without an Inquisitor to ask nicely. As for you..." The station chief's blue eyes snap with fire, showing none of the pain his body was relaying about the cracked insides, as he points at Kitra. "You and this punk have a bit to answer for. My deck chief just drew up the logs of the bar... And the Inquisitor was after you two. They hunt Force users, ne?"

[Rotzi]

Kitra sighed. She knew this would happen sooner or later. "It's.... it's a long story."

"Yes, they do hunt Force users, and they were after us." She looked at Kri, and shook her head. "Can we get Kri treated first? I'll tell you whatever it is you want to know."

[Kassil]

A moment later, the gravity returned - gradually, so that everyone settled to the floor smoothly. Miki staggered slightly as gravity yanked on the damage in his chest, but managed to keep is feet somehow. "Fine. A squad is on the way. They'll take all three of us to the sickbay."

[Rotzi]

Kitra still held onto her partner, shaking her head. She knew they had a lot to answer for. She had no idea as to how many were injured in the incident in the bar, but the Miraluka just knew that it wouldn't be forgotten easily.

"Kri?" She nudged her partner again and sighed, continuing in Nagaian, "Damn you, Nagaian. I rubbed off a bit too much on you, ne?" She chuckled. "The moment you wake up, I'm kicking your ass."

[Kri'hamon]

The void stretched on for miles and miles, there appeared to not be an ending. The darkness filled every corner, every crevice, as it cradled its sole victim. A small speck of hope, and light, that seemed to flicker, first brightly, then dimmed into almost nothing, and again brightly. He clung tightly to that speck, convinced that if he released it he would be lost amongst the darkness...

A thin voice penetrated the void, he seemed to know who it was, it seemed so familiar...and yet he couldn't remember. In fact, who was he, and what he was doing floating in this sea of darkness...?