After Interrogation, Back in the Cell*

He grinned and jerked the blade out from Jen's hand. "Yes. Take her back to her cell."

The guard grunted, unlocking her restraints and threw the limp woman over his shoulder. "Yes, Sir."

*Awhile Later*

Jen slowly sat up on her cot, her head still spinning rapidly. As she pushed with her hands to stand up, a splintering pain ran through her right hand. She took in a sharp breath and brought it in front of her face. The wound was badly wrapped and the bandage was dripping in blood. Obviously, it hadn't stopped bleeding and they hadn't taken much care making sure the inch long vertical impalement was properly taken care of. She was going to need a new bandage, but it would be nearly impossible to replace it herself. Applying pressure was going to be her main goal for the next couple hours.

"Damn him. It had to be my right hand." Tears swelled in her eyes as she tried to move her fingers. They were still as death itself. Ligaments had been damaged and if she didn't get medical treatment very soon, her hand would be unusable. Everything which had been so simple now would be a difficult task to over come. "How...how am I going to fly with a hand I won't be able to use?" Her vision blurred as tears welled in her lavender eyes and flowed down her cheeks. "Damn..him.." Jen laid back down and squeezed her eyes shut. There was nothing she could do but wait until they came for her again..

Jen's eyes snapped open as a loud crash vibrated just outside her door. "...This soon? What do they want!? They've already taken my hand, possibly my family.." She scooted closer to the wall and feigned sleep. Maybe they would leave if they thought she was still unconscious.

*In the Hallway*

"Lemme try." Trevor replied. Warren offered him his spot in front of the control panel, and Trevor proceeded to smash off the panel.

"What are you doing?!" DJ yelped in anger and confusion.

Trevor ignored the comment, and looked at the board and wires. Not seeing anything he could work with, he pulled a few wires loose and started touching random spots on the board with them.

"Do you even know what your doing?" Warren asked.

"Absolutely not. Maybe if I put this he-" Trevor replied, stopping mid sentance as the door slid open with a hiss. Warren walked in and gasped, then rushed just out of sight. The rest of the crew filed in. Jen was lying on a cot, covered in blood, and putting as much pressure on her hand as possible.

"The bleeding is slowing, but it still hurts...." Warren quickly rushed to her side and looked at her hand.

He put an arm around her waist and helped her into a sitting position on the cot. "Jack, cut up strips of these sheets. Jen's going to need a new bandage. This one is covered in blood."

Jack nodded and began to tear even narrow pieces out of the cloth. As he tore, Warren began to unwrap the bloodied binding with a careful hand. "Jen, this might hurt." He unwrapped the last piece and scowled as the gash came into view. "She needs serious medical treatment for this. Her ligaments look damaged. Can you move your fingers at all?"

She turned her head away from Warren as her eyes burned with tears once more. "-I tried earlier, but they wouldn't move. Do you think, once we get back..will they be able to save my hand?"

Art had watched silently from the corner,clutching his own injury, but now cleared his throat. "We need to move soon. If we're caught again, they won't let us off with petty torture.." He sighed and continued. "Jen, flexibility in it might be less and your hand won't be as strong. It will probably cause some pain for you for the rest of your life."

Warren nodded in agreement. "Arturus is right. Jack you almost done with those strips?" 

"Yeah, here, take these." Jack got to his feet and  handed him the thick stack. "Hurry, now."

Warren wrapped Jen's hand fairly quickly, hurrying as much as he could without hurting her or doing a bad job. "That should hold you for awhile. Keep applying pressure."

Keeping away from his gaze, she whispered her soft reply, "..Thanks.."

"You won't be able to shoot.." Art stated and Jen nodded in reply. Warren helped her stand, and they were outside the cell quickly. Trevor again stuck to the back, and they were off to get Darius and Jaden.
 
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Jen Knight

As Darkness falls, Night unfolds ebon wings to wrap the world in its dark embrace...

Vast Empire Navy
XO/FL/PO1 Jen Knight/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE(=*A*=)(=*SA*=)[VC:B]

They had arrived and forced their way into the cell that held Jaden and Darius, and Trevor was positioned outside the cell as a guard, along with DJ. He heard Darius ask about Shazam, and then Jen asked if it was him.

If what was him? Trevor thought as he looked nto the room. All were gathered around the windows and watching something. Trevor ran to the left of the door and looked out one of the large viewports. A TIE with only half its wings was being pulled toward the Atrus, while being shot at by the corvette. Shazam had been doing a good job dodging the shots, but as he was almost in the Atrus` bay, a bolt made perfect contact with his fighter. It was thrown into the hanger, with large chunks falling off of it. He didn`t see where it landed, but he didn`t need to.

O no...did...Did Shazam just.... He couldn`t bring himself to complete the thought. DJ was standing next to him, and when Trevor looked at him, he had a look of horror and dis-belief on his face, and Trevor was sure he had the exact same look.

Trevor hung his head and wasn`t sure what to do.

We can`t give up now. Just because Shazam is gone..No! Don`t htink that, you don`t know for sure...just because he isn`t here right now, doesn`t mean we can just quit. Our fearless leader isn`t here to help us, but we were doing fairly good on our own. He though, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Did anyone else just see what I saw?" Someone said from inside the cell. It was followed bya  few 'Yups' and 'I hope not's.

Trevor walked slowly into the cell, and leaned against the wall. The ship gave a little shake and stars and the atrus were blurred, then replaced by hyperspace`s 'light show'.

"Well, what do you do now? We got no help, and we can`t get outta here...I mean, hell, we don`t even know who has cvontrol of this ship anymore..." Trevor said, tossing his rifle onto the cot in the cell, then sitting down.

"What if we took control of the ship?" Tokijin asked with a shrug. "It might not work, but hell, we`ve taken down quite a few guards already, can`t be many more left on this thing..."

"I dunno...It`d be harder then hell, and even if we do try, whats to say we even stand a chance...I`ve owned one of these, and I know everything about them...They can have security up and on us faster than you can snap your fingers, and I don`t mean guards...I`m surprised they havn`t tried it yet." Trevor said, putting his head in his hands as Toki sat down next to him.

"Well...Wait, you said you know everything about these?" Warren asked.

"Yeah...I used to fix mine all the time, they are pretty damn hard to run with a crew of 10 that decreases all the time. I`ve worked on everything in these from electrical systems to engines."

"Maybe we can capture it. We would just need a way to disable the security...Think you can do anything about that?" Warren asked him.

"If we find a central computer terminal I could, but they are usally on the bridge, in the security control room, and one in the cell block somewhere...."

"Come on people, lets move! We got a terminal for us to find." Warren said in a commanding voice, picking up Trevor`s blaster and handing it to him, then stepping out of the room.

(OOC: If any of this is un-feasable, Let me know and I can change it.)
 
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FM/SCRW/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 3(1-3)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

(Just after my last post...)

Jack was now ready. Although his vision was still a bit blurry and his body was aching like crazy, Jack knew he could fight. With a blaster in his hand, he started off with a defense posture as the group continued to move along.

Jack was, as always, thinking about Alexia and their unborn child. Jack feared that it would clog his vision and he would end up getting shot, but that was natural.

After all, Jack was a husband and a father-to-be.

Moving quitely down the hall, Jack found himself face-to-face with reminders of his past.

"Jack, you couldn't have done anything about it," his father had said. "We had no warning about it. The prisoner just broke out and, well, you know."

Jack just looked down, crying. He was only ten at the time when he lost his stepbrother. He just looked at his lifeless body and continued to cry, the tears falling down and splashing on the floor of the Star Destroyer's hard metal floor.

He then looked over at his stepmom, who was sobbing over the lifeless body in the prison cell.

He made himself a promise to forget the tragedy. He would have to forget about his own stepbrother and the entire incident.

"Jack?"

Jack was then brought out of the memory by Art's voice.

"Come on, already," Art said.

"Sorry," Jack said. He then looked down at the floor.

The body Jack had seen early had vanished.

The memory had resurfaced after all these years.

(Okay, just a little thing from my past...)
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer Jack Nebulax, Nazgul Squadron, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:S]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

***Prior to Toki's post***

Art didn't react at first.  In fact, he didn't really feel anything; he was hard as stone.  It wasn't that he didn't care; he just...Just what? he asked himself.  There wasn't time to deal with it at the moment, he now had a squadron to lead.  He instantly assumed command in his own mind; he was sure that would simply be formalized later by the Admiral.

***After Toki's post***

"Toki hit the deck!"  Art shouted from behind the edge of a blast door down the hallway.  Toki dove to the ground as he pulled out.  He fired three quick bursts down the hall; the first two hit the lead guard in the head with the last one hitting the other one in the chest.  SITHSPIT!  Art shouted to himself as he left arm reeled in pain.  He was holding the carbine with both hands; the only thing he ever held with one hand if possible was a pistol.  The recoil was murder on his arm and it felt as though it had reopenned what parts of the wound had been closed from the poor medical treatment he had receieved and the dried blood on top of the arm.

They finally arrived at the bridge.  When the door open, Art was surprised by what he saw.  Art quickly absorbed it as he went for cover.  After instructing Dimmias accordingly at least he understands the signals Art thought, he crawled down into position and rested his carbine on an angle with the cartridge against the ground.  He was hoping that the ground would absorb as much as the recoil as possible.

Suddenly, Dar went racing up toward the bridge.  Art shifted down slightly and opened fire on the first human life form he saw.  A grenade blast sent him diving for cover as shrapnel sprayed across the bridge.

"Darius?"  Art shouted.  No response at first.  Art raised himself slowly and signalled to Dimmias.  The rest of that group moved forward while Art, Jen, Toki, and Jack moved down towards some of the terminals that were lower than the bridge walkway.  Suddenly Art stopped, he heard the sound of a clang near by.  "Down!"  he shouted falling back and shielding his face.  The grenade exploded a second later, shredding the terminals including blow one monitor straight up in the air before it crashed down on the walkway two meters above.  These guys are nuts.

(OOC: Remember the plan everyone.  We get control of the ship and ready the self-destruct device.  When we exit hyperspace, we prevent the hanger door from opening and fire off all of the escape pods.  Then they are trapped with us.)
 
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FM/ESN Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/Nazgul 2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu

(Right after Art's post...)

The explosion had caught Jack off-guard for a moment. He continued to grip the blaster in his hand, getting ready to fire at anything that got into their way.

Jack didn't get a chance to even hear the grenade. His hearing was going from good to bad to good to worse. But we definitely heard the explosion. A piece of durasteel hit his useless mechanical right arm, creating a slash in the metal.

"Jack, you couldn't have saved him."

The vision was now tormenting him like crazy.

"You had no control over what happened."

It kept it up, no matter what Jack did.

And then, he found himself out of the fighting, out of the corvette, back on Aurora Prime.

His stepbrother's funeral.

It was a vision, but a vision so real that Jack felt that everyone knew he was there. His father, his stepmother, himself - all standing there, looking down at the small memorial.

Jack was so angry at himself. Angry at everything he did wrong; everything he had failed to do. It was like a swarm of Auroran buzzers flying around an Auroran forest-dwelling zarkun that was about to die.

And then, the funeral was over. The memory slipped from Jack's mind.

Returning to real-life, Jack realized the meaning of it.

He now had to find his stepbrother's killer. But first, there was the mission at hand.

"Come on, Jack," Art said. "Get moving!"

"Got it," Jack replied, keeping his new secret mission to himself.

(Okay, it's short, but it's basically going to lead into my personal story after this.)
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer Jack Nebulax, Nazgul Squadron, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:S]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

(The long awaited interrogation of Darius and Jaden.  *John Williams appears behind Darius with a crazy look on his face and directs dramatic music as he writes*)

Jaden held Darius' eye in his hand and rolled it around.  He could see it clearly in the cell by Darius flood light on his armor.  "This is pretty nifty man.  Kinda wish I had one, but I've suffered enough with this," he said, gesturing to his artificial arm.

"Yeah.  I kinda miss my original eye though, but this has..." Darius continued, and listed off many different features to his artificial eye.

His comrade the eye a firm tap, "durable too.  It also accents that nice long scar you have on the side of your head.  Nice little battle scar to remember that little knife fight."

"One: the scar isn't very little.  Two: the knife fight wasn't little.  I killed the man with the sacrifice of my eye.  Three: it wasn't cheap, even though I practically stole it from my father-in-law."

"Ahh, Darius is no longer a swinging bachelor, but a hitched man.  Joining the club with Art and Jack are we?"

"You would've married her if you were in my position.  No matter who you are.  I'm just about as cold and paranoid as they get, but she broke through that ice when I laid my eyes on her, and rescued her.  It almost felt like a compulsory action."

"She cute?"

Darius couldn't hold his laugh, "cute.  Her stunning wit was the second thing I noticed about her."

"So, this father-in-law.  You stole from him?"

"Full of questions aren't we?"

"Yep."

"Yeah, I probably lost him some money, even though I think I paid for most of was it was actually worth.  He acts like he hates me, but I can tell that he's grateful that I've taken Layren off Nar Shaddaa."

"And how do you know that?"

Darius cursed himself in his head.  He was venturing too close to revealing his Lorrdian heritage.  "Layren doesn't lie to me."  Which had been true thus far, from was Darius could read.

"That has come to your knowledge how?"

The other pilot recovered by changing topics.  "Can I have my eye back please?"

"Sure," Jaden answered and tossed it.  Darius caught it and popped it back in.  He looked at the wall and turned the light off and pulled his uniform coat back up.

"Nutty McNutsteine is coming with his crony."

"Who?" Jaden questioned, not catching on to what Darius was trying to say. 

"The guy I kicked in the nuts is coming."

"Oh, how can you tell."

"Because I can see one of his testicals is floating around in his abdomin.  With luck, it'll return to its rightful spot, if I don't kill him first."

Jaden winced in pain as if he had experience the painful blow, "I see."

The door opened, and the one nutted guard held his rifle with unease.  "Get up, it's your turn to meet the boss!" he said and flashed them a sadistic grin.

Darius and Jaden reluctantly got up and approached the door.  Darius was there first, "that's not necessary, sir," he said, indicating the gun.

"I'll be the judge of that.  Move!"

"Fine," he answered.  Faster than the guards eyes could detect, Darius' fist flashed out at the man's throat.  If he had punched slightly harder, the guards trachea wouldn't have split.  The suffering man went down, gasping for air, and the other guard rushed in with a stun baton.  This time Darius' feet lashed out, and the man was down in seconds.

"Umm..." Darius muttered in confusion.  "I've never used those moves from what I can remember.  I only know four hand-to-hand techniques."

Jaden stepped out of the cell, mouth slightly ajar.  "Whatever that was, keep it up.  That was amazing!"

"This is the way to where they were going to take us, I think," Darius continued, still slightly shocked.

"Shouldn't we escape?"

"We'd never make it.  Not even with whatever the hell I did back there would get us to my weapons."

Jaden shook his head and Darius answered, "these guys are willing to kill us without hesitation.  Follow my lead.  Ah, here we are."

The other pilot thought to himself, you're either the bravest, or the stupidest man I've ever met.

Two pilots walked into the interrogation room, and they had weapons on them the instant it hit the pirates that they were unaccompanied.

"Where's Dez?" asked a man who appeared to be the leader.

Darius was back to normal again, leaving his emotions in the conversation he had had moments earlier.  "Mourning the loss over the children he never had."

"We've got a smart one on our hands boys," the leader announced, then smiled.  "They usually break the easiest."  With that said, a large man grabbed Darius' arm and tried to put him in the bloodied chair as another guard put Jaden in the second chair, and strapped him in.  The large one started slamming the locks, but they would latch. 

"Boss, we gotta problem."

The leader kicked a small folding chair at the guard and it slid across the deck plates, never tipping over.  "Tie him to that, you idiot!"

Next, the leader examined the two and picked his victim.  "I'll start with you," he said, indicating Darius.  "Who are you, give me your rank, and how much they pay you."

Darius gave him a chilling stare and remained silent.  "Quiet type huh?  I have ways of dealing with you."  He pulled the vibroblade out, and the shimmered, covered in blood.  He walked over and slowly forced the blade into his thigh, it stopped immediatly.  No blood spilled.

The young pilot spoke, "you're men are of poor quality.  Especially when they over-look a prisoner's armor.  Good luck getting it off, because I'm not opening the lock."

"Well, you're face doesn't have armor on it."  The interrogator punched him in the face several times.  A small amount of blood tricked down the side of his head.  Next, Darius stared at the point of the blade, and it worked toward his left eye.  The blade was cold to the touch, and the edge had been freshly sharpened.  It made a small cut, and Darius twisted and bent over.  He came back up and his eye was missing.  What appeared to be blood was rushing down his face.  Most of it wasn't though.

"We gonna talk now?"

Darius stared the man down, and he changed tactics.  "Alright, say goodbye to your friend."  His arm drew back and was about with swing for a killing blow, Darius spoke.  "Go to your computer and find the Hutt Cartel's top twenty most wanted list.  Put in Darius Pursius."

The leader nodded to a man, and he followed the directions.  Upon arrival, he whistled in satisfaction.  "Nice little down payment on a small cruiser."

"Find the Hapan Consortium's top twenty.  I should be on there too."  Once again, Darius was confused again on the information he was gaining by accident.

"That's a down payment, and then some," the guard added.

This had bought Darius enought time and he bent over and retrieved his eye.  "I still don't need this guy though," the leader added, and wound back for a killing strike.  Two small dualing blades unsheathed themselved from the armor's wrist, and cut the bindings.  Darius reached down and cut the rope at his feet.  Then, grabbing the chair, he hurled it at the leader.  The knife flew and cut Jaden on top of his left shoulder, but he was otherwise fine, just bleeding more than he wanted to.

Darius fist wound back for a killing blow to the leader, but a stun baton connected to the back of his head, and he fell into another flashback.

"Take them back to their cells!" the leader commanded.  "And make that one hurt!" he yelled, pointing at Jaden.

As the two guards drug the Imperials back to their cells, and leader started yelling, "you idiot, you left the key in this chair!  How can you lock it that way!"

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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men to do nothing. --Edmund Burke

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FM/SCRW Darius Pursius/Nazgul 2-2/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)

Art met the tech hard on the way up the last stairsteps, forcing his shoulder into his chest with the gun only inches away from his own.  On the opposite side, Warren began his ascent with the rest of the group going either way up the steps; he seemed to be taking his time.

"Whatcha doin?" Dj queried as Darius stopped about halfway up the stairs and jumped onto the metal cutouts.  He raises his rifle high so that it would come up just above the floor and watched for enemy movement, only to find that it was well clouded by freindly feet. 

"Well, nothin now..." He said and jumped back down as Art picked himself up from the ground in front of them.  Two techs were running stage left for the heavy durasteal door that had been slammed shut in the Captain's escape. 

"Switchen to stun," Warren almost whispered to his collegues as he took aim for the two runners.  Jen, Jack and Trevor clicked the switch promptly and covered the two shots that were made, jumping out as soon as they met their marks.  Tokijin had stayed pretty well back from the battle so far but then rushed up the staircase past Darius and Jaden's cautious movement when she saw Art struggling.  Darius was a little upset he hadn't caught her from jumping into a death trap, but he was pleasently surprised to see her knock out the man Art was wrestling by a sizable kick with her boot.  His eyes narrowed as he took notice of a dark weapon rising in the midst of gun fire though.  Long and cool it was as deadly and stealthy as Darius had ever seen them as he shouted-

"Toki, DROP!" He heard himself as the weapon went off.  Two crimson bolts crossed from the Tokijin to the edge of the stairwell where they connected with Darius's weapon, throwing it from his hands.  The gun was totalled, he knew, dropping his palid profile to the ground as if feeling the sight bare down on him.  Tokijin lay as he did, waiting anxiously for the next quick succession of acurate fire and thought, "Who's it ganna be?" But then there was a percussion of blaster fire that seemed to end it all.  The silence was a reluctant one with sparks and malfunctioning equipment crying out bloody murder as Darius and the rest of the crew from the left looked up over the short walls surrounding them. 

"Disarm them and have them bound, we need to take this ship back to the Atrus or atleast get a call out," Warren said to his faction, not really looking at any particular person.

"I agree... We need to be getting help rather than taking over this ship..." Art said and stood to his full height and strode to what he figured was a command consol with communications capabilities, all the while motioning to Trevor.  Warren didn't seem to mind the initive and pulled the strap from his weapon across his chest into a snug fit and began to pick up the weapons from the battle and place them on a brightly lit radar screen.

The rest of Nazgul Squadron quickly scavenged the area for remaining hostiles and cleaned up whatever bodies remained.  Warren had stopped picking up weapons and was now looking to either secure the doors or get some video coverage of the enemy when a groan reverberated across the way from a pile of bodies.  Everyone noticed it but did not move, unsure of whether to let it stay and rot or pull it out and prosecute it.  Dimmias blocked out his own pondering for a moment and skidded across the upper level floor to the pile of bodies to extricate the groaning pirate.

"This is Nazgul Three, do you copy Command Atrus?" Trevor said a clearly as possible while watching the scene of flying bodies and searching eyes. 

"And here we are," Warren announced as one mangled young man sat crying in pain.  The pilot furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if he should question him as he noticed the left arm was moving.  Warren threw his own left arm out to throw the hidden pistol away as it rose with remarkable speed.  The gun skidded across the floor but it might as well have been the tech's slight hope running away from him.  Warren grabbed the shirt of the man and turned it smartly to get a little more harnising power as he lifted him in the air.

"Who are you?" he queried, levitating the man off the ground.  The tech's eyes wandered for a minute, unanswering so Warren nodded to Darius at his right.  Darius seemed to understand although he'd never been given such a command thus far in the Navy and walked casually to the prisoner and extended his left leg so it was perfectly straight.  The eyes of Nazgul squadron watched curiously as if they truly didn't see what was coming next.  In one swift motion his arm went up and brought the elbow back down on the tech's knee as if using a blow horn.  The tech screamed in such agony and twitched in such a way as Warren continued to hold him in the air that Tokijin and Jen both looked away.  You could say it was a girl thing, but one might have thought twice if they would have heard the blood-curtling scream erupt from him as Darius thrust the knee cap back into place and moved the leg back and forth, testing his own workmanship. 

"TENTH Teahhhhh... Ahhh...  Tenth tech of the command crew.." he said as his eyes rolled around in his head.

"Where were you stationed?" Warren dropped him lightly to the ground, allowing just a little force on the bad leg.

"You're trakcing our ship for coordinates?" Trevor sounded a little angry that he couldn't surprise the command staff of the Atrus as the tech whispered back to Warren.

"Clean water and coolant supervisor..." His eyes were slightly downcast as Jaden and Dj snickered slightly, having expected some top rank with the torture they'd just given him. 

"I was ganna be a..." he began but Warren removed his card and handed it to Dj and said-

"See if you can cut off the water supply to the rest of the ship, will ya?" And then he pulled out his blaster and gave the pirate fellow in critical condition a nice shot to the chest, taking him out as if flicking off a switch.

"Well, lemme see what I can do about getting us from hyperspace," Trevor said and peered at the dispondent and smoking equipment before him.  "Yea, we might have to just wait it out..."

A whisp from an airlock sounded and the group was alert once again.  They glanced downward to see if they could get a couple of easy shots off when a voice boomed out from behind them.

"Drop your weapons..." No one spun around, but they lowered their guns sadly, realizing they'd lost their chance of escape.   

"No...  You drop your weapons," Trevor said with his rifle raised to the group of ten.  Five of them turned to meet his challenge but he did not seem to care.

"Loose the gun or you dead, bud..." the leader said without a second thought.

"Well, I suppose this is your last chance before I blow this ship to crap..." Trevor said and smiled, his finger held on black button.  Everyone looked at the lone pilot now and a sense of urgency surrounded him.  Well, Trevor seemed pretty calm about it, but the drops of sweat seemed to glide down the cheeks of the enemy troops even slower and more precisely now that he was holding his finger on that button.

"Three...  Two..." Trevor began the countdown.

"Hold, he wouldn't kill his own freinds..." The leader announced, slightly reassured.

"I have no family and I'd rather my freinds die this way rather than yours...  One." The enemy weapons dropped to the ground...

(Bout what you were thinkin Art?)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/ESN Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Darius found a semi-clean rag on the deck and wiped the fake blood off of his face.  "Well, I'm going to get my gun," he said.

"We're gonna need your help here," came Trevor's reply.  "I'm going to need assitance stopping the self-destruct."

"You have enough people.  There are three boxes you need to find, and then cut them at the same time."

"Ok, thanks for the info.  How do you know this."

"Never jump ship without knowing how it works.  Plus, back in my mercenary days, we use to have one similar to this.  Goodbye."  With that said, he turned and ran out the door.

Art was next to speak, and he wasn't happy, "Darius, get back here!"  He was already long gone.

The young pilot ran down the corridors with such stealth and quietness, that he was never discovered.  He quickly found the armory where their weapons and gear were being stored.

Stepping inside, a cold, circular piece of metal touched his temple.  "Freeze."

A haunted passed saved Darius again, and he disarmed the man, broke both his legs, then snapped his neck.  He was still confused on where this was all coming from.  When he was hit by the stun baton, he had had another flashback about the Hapans.  He knew Hapan martial arts, but thus far, he couldn't use it on his own, it just took over his body when he needed it.

Dismissing the thought, he grabbed all of his weapons armed himself head to toe.  Then, he grabbed everybody else's gear, and loaded in onto an ordinance grav sled.  He was going to have to shoot his way out this time.  He could see through the wall, troops running to the bridge, and he had to stop them first.

(it's quite short, but it gets the story moving, kinda)
 
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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men to do nothing. --Edmund Burke

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FM/SCRW Darius Pursius/Nazgul 2-2/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)

Darius slid out of the room and followed the dozen enemy soldiers working their way to the bridge.  In his right hand, he held a flamethrower carbine, his left, his custom E-11 marksman rifle.  It's not the wisest tool to use inside a ship, but Darius was hoping the fire control systems were still online.

As they ran, a soldier often turned around, being cautious of their rear.  Darius was lucky enough to find cover each time. 

Eventually, they made it back to the bridge, and outside the doors, the soldiers paused to check their weapons and gear before entering.

The pilot trailing them acted more sadistic and emotionless than usual and spoke the directions of activating the flamethrower out loud, "Let's see, toggle safety switch off.  Check.  Aim at target."  He looked up, his face hidden by his helmet, and then turned on a speaker in the helmet.  "Check.  Depress trigger."

The pirates faces were stunned and in disbelief.  Some began to raise their weapons, but more began to run.  Flames lept from where Darius stood, engulfing most of the enemies.

Screams of pain exploded from the dying soldier's mouths, but Darius did not even flinch at the sight nor sound.  He just continued walking forward, burning anything that moved. 

Just as he stopped, Jack poked a curious head out of the door.  His curiousity melted into disgust as he realized what he was looking at.  Then he looked at Darius, and was horrified at the un-civil, inhuman cruelty he had unleashed.  The younger pilot was walking past the flailing, burning bodies, not even sparing them the pain by killing them.  He let them burn.  This is a side of the mysterious none of them had seen.

The fire control system stepped in, and started extinguishing the fire, though delayed.  There were pirates trembling at the end of the corridor, and Darius stepped the through the foam and smoke, shooting their legs out from under them.  They were trapped, and the end was near.

Darius knelt down near one of them, "got any information for me?"  He shook his head rapidly.  The Imperial aimed his rifle at the other, and ended their lives quickly.  The lone pirate remained.  "I'm going to kill you whether you tell me or not, so I'm going to ask again.  Do you have any information for me?  You just as well tell, maybe it'll clear your soul for the next life, if you believe in one."

The trembling man looked up, and gave security codes, the names of the his commanders, and other important information.  Darius pulled out a dart from his utility belt, and spoke, "this dart will end you painlessly, and you will feel comfortable, while dying."  With that said, he stuck it in the man's neck, and the pirate actually thanked Darius.

The smell of charred, burning flesh was thick in the recycled air.  Darius walked over to the bodies spread across the deck, and shot each one in the head.  He gathered weapons, and brought them inside the bridge.  Everybody had inside had seen what he had done.  Tokijin and DJ were both in the corner vomitting while Warren tried to comfort them.  Jen was barely holding it back, and Jack, Trevor, and Art gave him a questioning look.

"Sorry you had to see that," Darius answered breaking the silence.  "I had to kill them before they got to you, and that was the fastest.  I remember why I don't use flamethrowers often now.  More forgotten events have come through my mind.  Did you stop the self-destruct?"  Trevor gave a single, slow nod.  "Good."  He flipped a recording device to Jack.  "Write that information down.  We'll need it."

"Why?" came Art's voice.

"It was either you or them," Darius replied.  "I won't let the people I love die again.  You're my extended family.  I've been with you people longer than anybody else since my father and friend died.  I cannot, and will not lose you.  Nazgul and Layren is all I've got."

The room was silent, and everybody was reflecting and thinking on what was just said.  This was another side of Darius they hadn't seen yet, and they were expecting it to come out again.

"When you give in the reports on this mission, leave the details of what I've just done to those men out.  I'm going to get the rest of the gear."  He turned and left again.
 
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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men to do nothing. --Edmund Burke

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FM/SCRW Darius Pursius/Nazgul 2-2/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)

Art checked over the self-destruct with Trevor.  Everything was back in order it seemed.

"Alright, don't prepare to re-arm it again.  If need be we can bluff with it but considering the damage we did to this in order to stop it, I don't want to gamble on a short circuit doing something we don't want."  Art instructed.  "Until the Atrus arrives, we need to keep this ship under control and the bridge secured."  Art instructed to everyone.

"Darius and Jack, you are team leaders, I want each of you to guard one of the two entrances to the bridge-"  Dimmias began.

"Dimmias, shut up and listen."  Art cut him off.  He saw a few raised eyebrows from the Nazgulians but he ignored them.  He was getting sick and tired of Dimmias and he wasn't going to stand for it any longer.  "Now get your ass over to the main door and take Jack with you.  Darius: you and Toki can cover the secondary entrance from here.  I want you to take turns covering while the other monitors the ship's scopes.  Let me know the second any vessel enters our area once we leave hyperspace.  Jen, you are in charge of communications: if the Atrus contacts us let me know asap.  Trevor, come with me and help me get this thing out of hyperspace."  Art barked.  He ran over to the hyperspace computer and began working with Trevor to find the best possible spot to bring this ship out of hyperspace.  They wanted to exit it long before it arrived at its current planned destination as they didn't know what would be waiting for them there.  Art was only using one arm now as his other one was still oozing blood through the long gash and the recoil of the gun against the damaged arm had made the muscles useless from over extertion to protect the cut.

The Nazguls quickly moved into their positions and prepared to hold the ship.  The only one who seemed reluctant was Dimmias who appeared to want to be in command himself.  Art stared down at Dimmias who was slightly shorter than Arturus.  "Is there something you wanted to say Dimmias?"  Art asked, his voice cold as ice.  Though usually a quiet and seemingly emotionless person, Arturus had a fiery temper and was extremely impatient: this was particularly true in regards to people he disliked and when he experienced failure.  Dimmias stared up at him, his hand shifting on his weapon ever so slightly.  "No?  Then get your ass in gear Dimmias, we don't have time for people to hang around and do nothing."  Art said methodically with a distinct edge in his voice.  He turned and walked towards where Trevor was.  "Ready to exit hyperspace?"  Art asked.

"Everything is in place, we will exit in open space away far enough away from any known bases according to this ship's computer."  Trevor responded.

"Excellent, carry on."  Art ordered.  He made his way to the ship's manueovering controls and prepared for the ship to exit hyperspace.  Since the Atrus was going to be on a direct path behind them, they were going to have to move out of the way to prevent a possible collision.  "Jen, get ready to contact the Atrus.  Once we exit hyperspace, I will read off the coordinates for you to relay to them."  Art instructed.  He was enjoying being in command of a ship again.  The art came back naturally to him it seemed.  He had always been an excellent tactician and was particularly skilled in manouvering in order to defeat and confuse enemies who outclassed him in firepower.  Seamanship was an ancient skill as was warfare itself.  Even though he did not remember much of his past, he could still recite lines word for word from some of the oldest strategy manuals that still survived tens of thousands of years later.  There may have been good strategists in the galaxy now but Arturus believed that the greatest of them all had long past and only those who mastered their ancient skills would succeed above the rest.  It may have been naive and indeed a rather vain approach as it furthered the image he had of himself as a tactician; something that was proven to be true when he ran his organization.  However, much of this stemmed out of a sheer love and passion for tactics which he was not able to experience often as a pilot despite his attempts to make dogfights a form of wargame played on a three-dimensional grid.

"Three, two, one, exiting!"  Trevor called from his seat at the hyperspace computer.  Art watched the ship's speed as it switched to sublight engines.  He immediately turned course ninety degrees and set the ship on an upward course in order to create as big a gap as possible from the exit vector.  Once the ship had turned onto its course, he passed a piece of paper up to Jen that had the coordinates of their exit vector.  Jen began to hail the Atrus and within minutes, they had confirmation that the ship was on its way.

"Excellent."  Art said to himself as he made his way to the command chair on the bridge.  He searched around for a first aid kit and finally found one.  "Ok, we have some medical gear here if anyone needs it."  Art called out.  He opened it and searched through its contents.  Failing to find anything large enough to cover even half of his wound, he flipped out a vibroblade he had stolen and cut the sleeve around his left forearm off.  Getting Trevor to help him, it was soon tied around his upper arm as a makeshift compress until they arrived back on ship.  Now all they had to do was wait.
 
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FM/ESN Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/Nazgul 2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu

Art wasn't avoiding Dimmias, rather he had changed his focus so well that thoughts of the rest of his crewman had near completely slipped his mind.  From one angle one might have thought Art was smiling with how much he seemed to enjoy steering the ship, but no one paid it much mind, their anxious dispositions pointing thier thoughts to otherwise trivial matters.  I wonder if asking for some java upon my return will be too much to ask...  Will they be serving dinner?  I'm starving...  But then maybe that was just another defense mechanism designed to keep people from disignating themselves as 'the doomed' and rather 'the hopeful...'  In times of great duress, oen must be able to hope.  These pilots knew it well.

"So...  Comfirm if I've got this down..." Dj said patiently to Jaden.  "If I were to eat damess pop crocks and then drink some sun soda my head would explode?"  The man nodded curtly as he sat staring out the main viewport and then he jumped up...

"Any news on the Atrus, Jen?" Arturus asked in his commander voice just as it flew into the lower right hand corner.

"Now, I certainly hope that's our ship or the badguys just called in some kickass back-up..." Jaden shouted up to Art to looked about frantically and found the ship, shaking his fist in triumph.

"Alright, we need to move people...  We need to secure that hanger bay.  Trevor!" The young man turned from twidling his thumbs and stared blankly up at the leiutenant. 

"Any damage we could do in the hanger bay without going into it?"  Art probably knew the answer before it was givin to him but Trevor replied all the same...

"Suppose we could check out what type of defenses they have already installed into the hanger bay...  Probably some turrets, but I dunno if we can really control those.  They like to go all over the place...  Although, we could turn off the life-support..."

"Do it." Art said with an edge of sinister cold he held in his heart only for low-lifes and criminals of the most heinous degree. 

The rest of the crew seemed to recognize the severity of such a mass killing but they also understood it was now or in the hallways when they could shoot back.  "Make sure the doors are locked..."

(Alright...  Hrm.  Heartless murder at the hands of our own command crew.  Anyone care or want to stop it?)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/ESN Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Trevor started the seemingly long walk to the security controls. He didn`t really want to do this, but he knew it was do it now and safely, or have to fight it out later with possible loss of Nazgulian life. He was half way there when Tokijin got in front of him.

"You can`t do this. It isn`t right. There must be some other way." She pleaded, pushing him back a few steps. "I don`t feel right doing it like that."

"I don`t like it either alright? I`d rather do it some other way, but you know just as well as I do that this is the safest way for us. I`d rather do it this way than risk one of us getting shot in a hallway." He said, pushing her hands off his shoulders and stepping around her. As he passed right by here, he whispered 'Sorry', hardly audible, then sat down in the seat of the terminal. He locked the doors to the bridge, and then sealed off all the other rooms.

He could see the pirates from the security screens mounted on the terminal, and cringed as some of them tried to force the doors back open, while others didn`t seem to know what was going on. He even saw one man shoot himself, apperently he had figured out what was going on and thought that his way would be faster and less painful.

A few squadmates had gathered around the terminal, some watching through their fingers, others stareing hard at the screens, the way children watch horror movies even though they don`t want to. He typed in a few commands, then made sure that the bridge would be the only area that remained on life support.

He typed in one more command and then pressed a small red button next to the keyboard, and looked to the screen. Lights were flashing in every room, and people were scrambling around, trying to get out. Suddendly, people started reaching for their throats, or simply fainted, while others started bleeding out of various places on their bodys. Trevor looked away, and stood up, walking away from the control panel.

"There.." He said, disgusted, "I did it. I`m..I`m going to go over here and think about what I just done ok?" With that he went over and rested his back against the wall, then slid down and sat on the floor, his head in his hands, trying to straighten out his thoughts.

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FM/PO2/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 3(1-3)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

It was to protect everyone else in this room. Art wouldn`t have had you do it if it wasn`t for the best of the group. He thought to himself. He really was distressed about what he had just done, and was trying to convince himself it was the right thing to do. People had now started to leave from around the screens, and go and sit down somewhere. No one came over to him, but frankly, at the moment he didn`t care.

He slowly stood up and returned to the panel, and smashed one of the screens with his rifle, then restored life support to the ship. He unlocked all the doors, and turned off the monitors. Art approached him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Good work officer." Art said, not sounding like he ment it, but that didn`t matter to Trevor.

"Good work? Good work?! That wasn`t 'good'! That was a slaughter! Its not right doing something like that! It isn`t right, not giving them a chance to fight back!" Trevor yelled, letting it all out. He jumped out of the chair and turned to face Art head on. "You don`t have the blood of all those people on your hands You just gave the order!"

Art appeared to be quite shocked. Normally people didn`t talk back to him, especially like that. Trevor sat down back in the chair with his head in his hands, trying to hide the tears that were quietly rolling down his face.

"I have no problem with killing people Art, its something I`m used to. But Whenever I do it, they have an equal chance. They can fight back, and they have just a big of chance at winning as I do." Trevor said, more calmly this time, knowing he might have gotten himself in trouble for his outburst. He had managed to keep his voice steady, and wiped the tears off his face with one hand. "This was just plain wrong."

Art was speachless, just like the rest of them. Warren, slightly unsure of what would happen if he spoke to either man, slowly approached Trevor and began to speak.

"Its alright bud. You were just following orders. You did as you were told, and you did good. We`ve all got to do something we don`t want to for the better of others. You saved our lives by taking their`s." He said, thinking carefully before each sentance. "You going to be alright now?"

"Yeah." Trevor said, wiping his nose. "I`m done. Whats next, Oh Fearless Leader." He finished, looking up at Art with a cocky grin on his face.
 
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FM/PO2/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 3(1-3)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

After listening to Jen, Jack realized why he had been removed as Executive Officer of Nazgul Squadron.

I never took charge... Jack thought, thinking back to his discussion with Shazam on the Executive Officer position. This had been something Jack hadn't thought about for a long time.

Jack, now standing beside Arturus, looked over at his friend. He still had a slight look of shock on his face, due to Jen taking charge, but Jack knew he understood why.

Jack slowly looked at everyone in the group, starting with Jen and ending with Art. They were either doing something important, like Trevor was, or standing there listening, like Art and Jack were. He had been with Nazgul for a long time now, and every so often, new faces would come and eventually go. But nonetheless, the core of the squadron remained the same.

Like a close friend's motto, they would "always remain one, no matter what". And that was the truth. At this moment, Jack looked back on all the previous missions. Sure, friends had died, but for some reason, the core of Nazgul always emerged intact. No matter what the outcome of the battle, Nazgul returned to live and fight another day in the name of the Vast Empire.

And here they were, on the bridge of a cruiser that had been commandeered by pirates. The odds had been against them. They had been tortured and weakened, but they still emerged stronger than ever.

"Okay, Nazgul," Jen said, breaking the silence, "get ready to head for the hangar bay. We'll let the Atrus take control of the ship now."

(Okay, just needed to get a post in...)
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Warrant Officer 2nd Class Jack Nebulax, Nazgul Squadron, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
FL/WO2 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 9 (3-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:G]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

The door opened slowly but Nazgul Squadron had plenty of time to take aim and open fire on the unsespecting pirates laying against the walls or wandering aimlessly about the hallways.  Since their captain had disappeared through the door in the bridge, no orders had been given out.  The man was more of a creature than a crusader, fighting because he can rather than feeling it to be his duty.  Cold, bloody murder meant nothing to such a man, and you always fear what you can't control or undetstand.  These men were his puppets. 

Jack, Jen, Dj and Art sat on the left side of door with thier weapon's flashing crimson savagely while Darius sat back a ways, aiming carefully through the contrasted riot of color.  Jaden did not aim, but aiming his weapon around the corner and shooting sporatically into the dreary grey world was enough.  Trevor sat beside Warren Dimmias, a strange trust pushing or tugging at whatever time it felt necessary to do so.  Warren held his hand up, ceasing every muscle in Trevor's body like he'd been cut off from the air he now thought was taken for granted.  Neither of them moved while the lieutenant's face brightened and then grew dark as the last bolt absorbed itself in the crusty and unkept corridor.  The man was out from his croutched position behind the door, waving for Tokijin and Trevor to follow.  Tokijin wanted to jump into the fight earlier but the crossfire put her in place instantly, taking a safe position behind Trevor and Warren.

Darius leapt up from his position and ran past Jaden's steady weapon.  The corridor went for about fifteen feet before making a ninety degree turn to the left and then another to the right, making for an interesting disection of the enemy forces.  Jaden held his blaster in such a confidant way that the rest of nazgul squadron felt no hesitation in moving forward to cover thier slightly less subtle pilot.  Darius reached the edge of the hallway with Warren's group only a few feet behind him when Dimmias made a sort of hooting sound.  Darius froze.

"Don't move..." he said quietly enough that those behind him could not hear but close enough to Darius that a plan developed between them.  Dimmias ran past Darius at full speed and dropped to the floor as he met the wall.  Out of the corner of his eye, a corridor was cut off by a heavy door illuminated by the sepulcral light from the open doorway.  Two figures, one sitting and the other standing, held powerful rifles, both flying to take aim at Dimmias's beligerant form.  As the silver rifles rotated ever so slightly around the gunman's feet, Darius dropped from behind the corner he'd stopped at.  He aimed carefully and shot the fellow on the ground directly in the face, the gun being perfectly level.  The rifleman who had begun turning to obliterate Warren, dropped left to try and get some cover from his own ninety degree corner.  Darius was already shooting when the body surged to the left, each of the three bolts making their homes in his chest.  To those watching and listening to the event, it probably sounded like four non-stop, out of control shots from an amateur pilot.  But the scene was in slow-mo for everyone, only being brought back to real-time speed when Warren rolled onto his back and sat up, shook his head and stood for the next corner. 

Darius grinned slightly as Warren no longer gave caveats to his fellow members as to what he was doing.  The lieutenant stood at his corner with his ear less than an inch from exposure.  He stood back suddenly and lifted his right leg in absolute silence.  A blonde head came from around the corner, the body it was attached to had a pistol in his right hand as he crawled with total terror in his eyes.  Warren's leg came down swiftly and the man was out.  Dimmias took a knee and dragged the man around the corner, careful not to let any of his body come around that corner and give an open shot to those nearby.  He was taking his sweat time right now, not because it was his style, but because time was on their side.  The enemy had lost thier grip on him and he was now free to dismiss them in whatever way he chose. 

The unconcious look of young pirate seemed to be a happy one, the dreamless sleep better than the anxiety he'd been experiencing as he crawled about like a toddler.  Warren took the pistol and checked the ammo to find it totally unused.  Wouldn't have shot me if he had the chance... 

Warren's group tip-toed to his position for further orders when Jen arrived with her group.  Jaden had taken up a position facing Warren's corner almost head on, his weapon as steady as ever.  Then again, most of his limbs weren't human anymore now where they?  More machine than man, Jaden could now lift heavier weights as well as hold a single position for as long as he wanted.  No wonder he was so confident with a weapon these days...

Warren turned his ear's away from the corner and looked at Trevor as if he'd always been his second in command.  "What's this next hallway look like?"

Trevor begged his brain to recall what he'd just crammed on when the picture registered in hs mind as if he'd been there every moment of his life.  "It leads almost half the way to the hanger bay.  I didn't see the actual width or heighth, but considering it's a main hallway...  I'm betting it's pretty damned wide.  Height will very..."  Trevor sighed as if he'd failed a little with the uncertain measurements but Warren nodded as if it was exactly what he was looking for. 

"You and Toki stay at this corner..." He turned to Darius and Jen's group.  "Dar, you cut across with me- the rest of you take positions whever you can..."  No on argued although Art might have had he more time to think out the plan.  Darius stood at his corner and ran across the hallway with Warren a second behind him, both being met with a volley of blaster fire that was completely off and badly timed.  Trevor, Tokijin, and Jaden took position and began firing around the corner to find the corridor long and pretty well lit.  That would change as the bolts met every surface they could find, shorting out various hidden lamps along the walls and as well as the main ones on the walkway and ceiling.  Darius wasted no time and grabbing the rifle with sharpshooting capabilities, taking careful aim at the men hiding behind supparts along the wall.  The supports were about a foot and a half in diameter and potruded from the wall at about the same distance, giving pretty effective cover if you were trying to shoot from Darius's corner.  However, if you were at the opposite corner, it was a pretty wide open shot, obviously.  A few men pounded at the locked doors before they collapsed from an overwhelming wall of blaster fire that was backed up incesintly by Jen's group.  Every member of Nazgul squadron was pretty well armed at this point and it was really just a matter of taking out the enemy in correct time frames now.  These men would be prosecuted to the furthest extent of imperial law and that meant execution anyways...  To say the least, there was a little bitterness with these pirates considering they might have taken out Shazam and were probably going to torture them into submission...

Trevor held up two fingers when Warren glanced at him, slapping the top of his wrist for time.  "Take your time Darius..." He said and continued shooting as the group steadilly moved forward...

(Thar ya go.  :>  I think we'll permit some further problems for us...  Myes.  Les get this finished up though.  Anyone got the count, btw?)

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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/ESN Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]