He opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. His entire body ached, and the bright light didn't make anything better. Fyston glanced around the small room before looking down at himself. He was still in his flight suit, and his helmet was nowhere to be seen. He was also unarmed, though Fyston cared more about the helmet.

"This sucks, it took forever for the fitting to be done and the helmet to be ordered and delivered. Now I have to shave down my horns to a near-painful level, which sucks."

He glanced around the room again and tried to get up before realizing he was tied down with rope, which was chafing his wrists and his ankles. He flexed his legs, causing the rope to ride up slightly, bunching up his dirty flight suit. He knew it wouldn't be enough to walk, but that wasn't what he wanted to do.

He flexed his legs again before finally rocking his way to his feet. He estimated he only had a few seconds, and slung his waist around to bring the chair around, causing him to lose his balance. The shoddy chair collapsed under the sudden weight, though pain shot through Fyston's back.

"Note to self, don't do that again."

Fyston was still bound, though the rope around his ankles became loose when the chair shattered. He slid his way to the floor using the wall, and maneuvered his hands to pick up a nail. It took a few minutes, but he was finally able to pick up the nail and rotate it so that it could cut at the ropes. The Zabrak flexed his wrists, moving them as fast as he could to cut the rope.

The rope snapped as the final fiber snapped and Fyston stood up. He took the nail and cut the ropes around his feet before using a larger piece of the chair to shatter the only light source in the room, a simple lightbulb. He scrambled around the table and flung his aching back to the wall closest to the door. Before he could do more, a lone guard came in.

"I'm armed! You better be asleep, else we'll have to find something to keep you alive with."

The man turned on his flashlight and quickly noticed the debris from the chair. Just as he turned around to shine the light at Fyston, the Zabrak launched himself at the man. He punched the man unceremoniously in the face, though that didn't phase the human.

Fyston felt himself being flung backwards as he was kicked off of the now-rising man. Fyston stepped into a stance he remembered from his childhood. He had been forced to learn the Serat Kasi fighting arts of his people, and the styles and moves had been ingrained into his brain from childhood. The human charged, and Fyston lowered his center of gravity as he dropped his shoulder. The man sidestepped out of the way, just in time to meet a sweeping kick from Fyston. The man fell, and Fyston closed in.

Wait, I can't kill anyone yet, else It'll raise alarms.

Fyston picked the man up and wrapped his right arm around the man's neck. He placed his left hand on the human's mouth to prevent sound, and waited for the man to fall unconscious. After ensuring he was alive, Fyston walked out of the door into an open forest. He looked around, rubbing his back to try to relieve the pain, and noticed he was in the middle of a compound. He snuck back into the building where he was held and exchanged his clothes for his guard's clothing. As he walked back outside, he was approached by a higher ranking officer.

"Uhh, Jerome is a human, nice try."

Fyston slammed his fist into the human's kidney before kicking him directly in the kneecap. The officer's leg crumpled with a sickening crack. Before he could scream, Fyston punched the man in the throat, cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain. The man crumpled from the sudden lack of oxygen, and Fyston hauled the man into the guard shack. He looked around for a gate, and noticed one directly past a checkpoint.

This gets better and better, doesn't it?

Fyston calmly made his way towards the checkpoint and noticed there was a fellow Zabrak as well as a Twi'lek manning the checkpoint. He walked into the guard post and smiled.

"Hi, I'm supposed to replace one of you. Command said you would know which one."

"Yeah, but they also said you'd be escaping."

Fyston felt the Zabrak's boot impact his already sore stomach and keeled over. He fell onto all fours and waited for the follow-up kick that he knew was coming. Fyston brought his hands up to protect his face as his enemy launched a kick at his face. Fyston twisted the boot to the left and heard the bone snap, causing the other Zabrak to roar in pain, and the Twi'lek to withdraw his firearm as Fyston rose. Fyston acted quickly, twisting the Twi'lek's wrist downwards and pressing his thumb on the nerve, causing the man to drop the DL-44. Fyston brought the man's wrist down upon his head, breaking the bone and causing one of Fyston's horns to snap off in the Twi'lek's wrist. Fyston howled with pain as he headbutted the enemy, causing him to fall to the floor, unconscious.

Nobody's dead, just out of commission.

Fyston took the keycard from the Zabrak guard and signed himself into the small shack that housed a swoop bike. Fyston started the swoop bike and exited the shack, stopping only to open the gate before he zoomed off into the distance, using the GPS on the swoop to point him to the nearest city.

OOC:

Tried my best to follow the prompt, which sort of threw me on the limitations. If it's wrong, I'll fix it. WC may have to wait, as I don't have Office. I've gotten anything from 945 to 965.