Han felt the entire ship quiver under the force of fighting that
seemed to ripple through the air. East wing, right behind the
bridge --- he knew exactly where they were coming in and
his stomach ached with the realization that they weren’t too
far off from the containment cells from the get-go. He just
had to wait for them and hope that they would not notice a
boy hiding up in the ceiling. How many could he take out
before he noticed? Oh, the things he’d do to be back on
the streets of Corellia trying to make a handful of credits
to get him through the day. Right now, he wasn’t even sure
that he’d made it through the day.
Hell hath no fury like an ex-bountry hunter pissed off.
Shrike was deservedly enraged when he got the word
they were being boarded, wanting nothing more than
to blast the messenger in the face. He took no mercy
in times like this --- but shooting one of his captains
between his eyes wasn’t going to stop pirates, now
was it? One of those small glimpses of reason that
peeked out every century within his mind.
In the corridors ahead, Shrike’s own men were on the
defensive. With their captain out of sight, they were
fighting on their own initiative --- though a good chunk
of them were mere children who only knew how to
pick pockets, not fight effectively. Even those who
had training in combat weren’t very useful against
experienced pirates. It was a good thing the entire
crew wasn’t children. One of Shrike’s captains --- a
Chistori wielding a vibrohammer --- was at the ready
to do his damnedest at a fight, taking a sweeping hit
at any pirates who were daring to get close to him.
In the meantime, Shrike was on a beeline to get rid
of the scum --- storming out of a side corridor and
ripping the vibroblade right out of the nearest pirate’s
grimy hands. Thrusting it right into the gut of a nearby
Trandoshan with a hand planted on her shoulder, dragging
the blade up through her. “Out!” He hissed as a threat
to the rest of the group, drawing out his blaster.
The sound of fighting creeping through the halls made every
second of it worse. Han knew where they’d entered by the
sounds echoing through the vents, but he’d eventually lost
their positions to the recoiling noise and hissing. Small
hands checked the blaster, making sure the safety was not
intact, that it could actually fire on a moment’s notice. He’d
been trained to shoot extensively by this point in his life,
but he hadn’t been required to apply those skills in such a
desperate situation as of yet. Looked like this was his first
field test. The key points of keeping quiet and sneaky had
been ingrained into his skull --- not that he liked to listen
to them anyway. He had his own way of doing business
though his business at the moment involved shaking in
this metal prison nearly uncontrollably. Sucking in a
deep breath, he readied the blasted to just barely point
outside the vent, not expecting the sound of the hostage
speaking to him to come so clearly.
A woman? He choked on his own breath and nearly dropped
his weapon onto the ground below, eyes slightly wider and
eyebrows knit together in a quizzical line. He was protecting
some lady? He thought he was supposed to be protecting a
king of some sort or a general from the war, not some random
lady. He couldn’t make out her appearance from this far away,
but she sounded nothing like the Senators on Coruscant ---
from the limited amount of time he’d heard those women and
his lackluster education thus far in life. He tilted his head to
the side, but took the warning wholeheartedly as he took up
his arms again in preparation. He didn’t dare to speak to the
woman, not risking someone barging in and finding him within
two seconds.
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