Oryn's Path

[Quetzacotl]

Oryn nod to the Seargeant, ignores the voice and proceeds to open the next Blast Door.

{Again Security - blast door: 6D}

[Frandal]

This time Oryn efforts with the control panel doesn't give any fruits. Perhaps they have cut off all the power towards the blast doors. Still he could manage to divert the auxiliary power and still open it. The bad side of that plan is that he will need time. Much more time.

Without hesitation he starts to work on it, holding his breath when he percives that the gas is again reaching them. The coughs of some members of the team pressed him to move quicker with his fingers.

The Jedi are middle way to cut trough the front blast door.

Oryn slips one of his tools that drops to the floor. With a curse, he kneels and picks it up. He starts to feel dizzy and with a quick glance he could see some soldiers leaning against the wall already, trying to stay awake.

The bothan let escape a sigh of victory when he manages to reconnect the auxiliary power and gets energy to open the blast door that seal them away from the turbolift.

With a heavy hiss the blast doors open again to reveal the last portion of the corridor towards the turbolift, giving them some fresh air and buying them more precious time.

"Well done" says the sergeant as they enter the turbolift hall, tapping Oryn's shoulder.

A quick check of the are confirms them that the turbolift is nowhere to be found.

"Sgt." says Va-S-que "they have stopped the gas" she informs as they could see that the Jedi are nearly ended opening they way throug.

[[OOC- First roll failed, but second was a success. In this post five rounds had passed, three to open the door, one to scan the turbolift area and the fith one is the round previous at the Jedi to end cutting the blast door. You have one round to put yourslef whenever you want. ]]

[Quetzacotl]

Oryn nods to a Sergeant with a satisfied look, then concentrates on the task at hand.

"They're probably going to attack now."

He doesn't waste any more time and draws his Heavy Sonic Pistol while trying to get to the walls behind some cover, if there is any.

[[OOC - Should there be some kind of cover (like at the Blast doors if they don't fill the whole room there might be some kind of wall left and right to them) Oryn will go behind that with a look towards the Jedis. If not, he will simply get to the wall to his left so that he doesn't stay in the middle and is able to shoot, since he is right handed.]]

[Frandal]

The squad take positions while the Jedi are about to end cutting trough.
Just one second before they finsish the Master yells.

"Watch out!!" and jumps away from the door. But both his warning and his jump came a little too late. Specially for his padawan.

The portion of the blast door that they were cutting suddenly flies toward the squad with an incredible force. The strength of the impact is so strong that the padawan is sent flying along with the durasteel portion all the corridor back to the turbolift door. The sound of the bones breaking isn't hopeful for the young mon calamari.

The Master is hit too, but it's seems that his reflexes were enough to save him from the worst. Despite the fact that he was hit on the shoulder he's still holding his lightsaber.

The rest of the squad varely dodges the flying piece of ship, except the Sgt. who got a direct impact on his back and is lying in the floor.

Without time for them to recover, three grenades enter by the hole in the blast door and explodes almost inmediatly.

Oryn is thrown back by the explosion and hit the floor hard. He can barely hear and see due the smoke, but he can feel all his limbs. From his position in the floor he can see that the turbolift door is broken by the durasteel piece of the blast door and he can see the tubolift's conduct acroos the body of the padawan.
He looks towards the rest of the team, and there are few that aren't moving, some are wounded. I looks towards the end of the corridor and across the smoke he can only see a red blade coming to live as a big shadow enters.

[[You are stun. At this moment you cannot see or asses the status of the rest of the squad, and you are not sure if more enemies are coming. ]]

[Quetzacotl]

Oryn, still feeling the impact of the grenades, tries to get back on his feet in a stooping position.
Not sure how many more enemies are coming, if any, he tries to get to his comrades while pointing his Weapon towards the single enemie.
Although his weapon can't be deflected by a Lightsaber - at least as fas as he knows - he is hardly in the league of that opponent.
Let's just hope the Jedi Master is well enough to fight him.

[[Oryn will try to "regroup" with the others from the team while anticipating more enemies coming from the opening in the door. He ignores the padawan and the Sgt. as he doesn't think that they can be helped at all (the padawan seems to be dead and that impact on the back doesn't seem to be much more survivable).]]

[Frandal]

Oryn stands and shakes his head trying to recover focus. The Sergeant and Ross doesn't move, but the rest of the team starts to regroup with him.

The Jedi and the Sith exchange blows and cuts of lightsaber, both trying to find a hole into the other's guard. The swirl of the lightsabers illuminates the dim corridor, now full of smoke and sparks.

"What do we do now?" ask Va-S-que to the Corporal.

"Cover him and give a damage report! How are the Sarge and Ross?"

[Quetzacotl]

"The Sergeant was hit by the debris, havn't seen what happened to Ross. I can take a look at them but I don't expect that the Sergeant survived that. And what do we do about him?" Oryn points to the Sith with his Weapon, slowly walking towards the Sergeant and Ross so that he can still aim towards the Sith and the whole that he came from, as he still expects some more enemies.


[[OOC: Should the Corporal tell him to check and doctor the Sergeant and Ross, assuming they're still alive, he will do so]]

[Frandal]

Oryn touches the sergeant's neck in search for pulse, finding none. He could see Ross among the snoke and debris, but he doesn't need to approach him to check on him. Some of the ceiling had fallen on him, killing him inmediatly, his wounds are so huge to have any doubt about it.

"Damn it!" exclaims Kicks, the Corporal now in command of the squad, when he also sees Ross's body.

But the battle between the Jedi and the Sith interrupts their thinking and actions when the huge Sith used the Force to push the Jedi Master trought the air towards them. Without thinking but seeing an enemy clear Va-S-que reacted.

"Fry him!!" she yells as she pulled the trigger of her heavy weapon towards the Sith.

The rest of the squad followed her without thinking.

The blasters soon surrounded the form of the Sith, his red lightsaber moving like a blur of red around him deflected most of the blue and green beans. One of them were redirected towards H'tson who was hitted in his left arm. Screaming in pain the soldier recovered his weapon and opened fire again.

If not making him fall, at least the rain of death the reamining members of the squad were laying on the Sith were containing him.



[[What do you do? Ross was the doc of the team ]]

[Quetzacotl]

"This doesn't go like planned at all!"
Oryn shoots at the Sith like the others. If we don't stall him long enough for the Jedi Master we're as good as dead anyway.
At least he can't deflect my Weapon, or so he thinks, not being entirely sure, but what else to do in this kind of situation.

[[Should the Jedi Master get back on his feet and start fighting the Sith again, Oryn will grab at least one of the Medpacs Ross should be wearing and try to medicate H'tson. If Ross doesn't have a Medpac that is easy to reach (or none at all), Oryn will use his own for now.
First Aid: 5D]]

[Frandal]

"GET HIM!! YAAAAHHH! Yells Va-S-Que while the remaining members of the squad still let their weapons loose on the Sith. Even H´tson keeps firing. Oryn does the same and perhaps for his side angle, perharps due to the nature of his weapon, he caught the Sith in the chest, throwing him backwards a few meters.

That gave them the breath they needed. The Jedi Master stands, igniting his lightsaber again and Oryn could recover one of Rooss's medpacs, but he hadn't the time to use it.

"Let's get out of here" says the Jedi Master as not one, but three red lightsabers comes to live at the other side of the smoked corridor.

[Quetzacotl]

"Good idea!", Oryn keeps shooting while going in the direction of the Turbolift. At least H´tson didn't get shot in the legs he thinks, as that would make an escape for him nearly impossible.

"Where to, Sergeant? The Turbolift will probably be a dead end." They still have two other corridors to go to, but each one could lead into another trap of the enemies.

[Frandal]

"I am no Sarge yet" replied the Corporal, firing towards the enemy.

"Try to close the doors again that should give us some time"

Oryn puts his pawns to it and he closes the door just when the Siths charges forwards. They all could hear how one of them, the one who was fighting with the Jedi, hit the blast door with an iron fist.

"They will cut trhough soon. We should keep moving" says Va-S-Que while aiding the Jedi Master sit near the turbolift.

"We should escape using this" says the Master pointing towards the hole made into the turbolift's door. "We could try to reach the hangar and our ship."

[[What do you do?]]

[Quetzacotl]

"But what about the Prisoners? What about the Mission? We can't just let the death of the Sergeant, Ross and the Padawan be in vain!"
Oryn is visibly upset. We knew that this wouldn't be a stroll in the park.

"I will follow your orders, corporal, but I think we should still try to save them."

[[Oryn will follow whatever the Corporal decides, wether it is to still try to save the prisoners or flee.]]

[Frandal]

"The situation has changed soldier!" says Kicks " and we are still following orders" he nods towards the Jedi who is cutting the rests of the turbolift's blast door to give them room to enter it.

"I share your feelings soldier" interjects the Jedi " but we will not help the prisioners by joining them. We need to take some breath"

He takes a peek into the void of the turbolift conduit.

"Up or down?"

A sudden noise from behind remind them that they weren't alone.

"Whatever you decide do it now!" says Va-S-Que

"Let the bothan choose " says the Jedi " he seems to be the only one of us who still has a porpouse"

[Quetzacotl]

Greate, now it will look like it was my decission to abandon the priosoners.

"To get to the ship, we have to go up. But chances are high that they already confiscated the ship and imprisoned or even killed our pilot...
Is there another hangar down and can someone here pilot a ship good enough to get out of here, which I probably can't? If not, we will have to go up right into the next trap."

While saying that, he plants his Remote Grenade at the entrance to the Turbolift beneath some rubble, if there is any.


[[OOC: He will at least try to hide the Remote Grenade a little. If someone comes after them he will detonate it with the detonator switch in order to blow them up or atleast the entrance to give them some time.
Grenades: 5D
Demolition: 5D
Perception: 2D+1 (Hide)
Whatever is apropriate here.]]