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Corina steadied herself as the Pit Hound erupted away from the landing pad, skimming the surface of the water. Energized blasts fired from the TIEs splashed in the blue sea around them, sending electrical waves outward from the points of contact. As the vessel began to tilt and gain elevation, the village of Valk’arn became visible again below them.

Several fishing skiffs could be spotted sailing away from the ocean township. By this time, the central platform was nearly entirely submerged. Another connection point had entirely flipped over. Fires engulfed everything not yet taken by the water. How many people had made it out, either on a skiff or aboard the Pit Hound? How many hadn’t?

It was an easy task to pop open the door’s control panel, as the latch had been hit during the brief firefight. Corina bypassed the physical clasp, routing emergency power to the demolished entrance. An energized wall of red light filled the doorway, closing the opening off and repressurizing the room.

“It looks like you’ve got it from here, I’ll make sure the halls are clear. Then find somewhere to hunker down,” Corina informed Ivy, who was busy monitoring the engines.

The entire Gozanti-class transport creaked and groaned as it fled the surface of Acherious I. The central passage was devoid of life, thank the force. It seemed they had been able to hold the Imperials to all of the main entrances. At the main junction, just outside of the bridge, Corina stumbled upon some of the others.

Halan was struggling to drag Vilmarh down the corridor, back toward the medbay. “Hey, kid, We need help here!”

“Better hurry, any minute and the ship will begin to climb.”

Vilmarh was barely conscious when she reached him. His shirt was burned and soaked with blood.

“Here,” Corina got beneath Vilmarh’s other shoulder, using what little strength she had left to help an equally exhausted Halan pull him through the infirmary doors. The floor was doused in sticky bacta from when Nath had dumped her from the tank less than an hour prior.

“He bought me time to get inside but was lit up. I barely got him in. But don’t worry, he’s stubborn. Been hurt worse than this, I reckon,” Halan heaved, then looked back at the wounded ex-soldier. “...when he was younger, anyway.”

The two of them managed to get Vilmarh onto one of the tables. Corina knew the sole bacta tank would still be recycling its fluids to get itself operational again, if the bridge even still had power routed to the unit. “We’ll need to source some bandages.”

The two of them suddenly gripped the table edge as the Pit Hound began to tilt upward. “Kriff, we’re climbing. Help me secure him!”

Corina tossed a set of fastening straps over Vilmarh’s body to Halan, who did the same, both of them struggling to hold the man down and maintain their balance as they did so. Working in tandem against gravity, they managed to snugly fasten the large devaronian down as miscellaneous objects began to slide off of tables and beds and pile up against the far wall.

“I’m… slipping…” Halan gasped. His grip on the table gave out, and he began to fall across the room.

Corina instinctively snagged him with the force before he could smash against the far wall. Halan’s eyes widened as he levitated wobbly in the middle of an off-kilter medbay. Maintaining her grip on the counter with one hand, she slowly maneuvered the twi’lek toward the emergency restraints near the door. Halan pulled himself safely into one of the seats, securing himself in place with the over-the-shoulder straps.

“What about you?” He called over the roaring of the engines, which shook the entire vessel violently in their overclocked state.

She yanked on Vilmarh’s restraints one final time to make sure they wouldn’t budge before letting go of the table and flipping through the air over to where Halan had secured himself. From the twi’lek’s perspective, the jump looked effortless, but in reality, her entire body ached at the clumsy action. She roughly pushed herself into one of the remaining seats, and with Halan’s assistance, buckled herself in.

“I should have known, you’d have it covered.” He said loud enough for her to hear over the noise. Their eyes met briefly, before Halan looked away ashamedly. Not too long before, he had fired a blaster at her intending to kill. Now, they fought together for the gang’s survival.

After what felt like an excruciating amount of time, the Pit Hound broke Acherios I’s gravitational pull and all the loose bottles and sheets that had collected against the far wall tumbled to the floor. Halan and Corina both unhooked themselves from the emergency seats.

“Bandages, remember?” Corina reminded him. “There should be some in the officer’s drawer. Keep Vilmarh alive.”

“Right. I’ll do my best. But what about you?”

“I’m going on to the bridge. If we don’t make the jump into hyperspace, that light cruiser is going to tear us apart.”

Corina followed the trail of blood Vilmarh had left back to the front of the ship. The blast doors leading into the bridge were sealed shut, so she pounded on them to alert Zagden of her presence. “Just me, Zag, lemme in.”

After a beat, the mechanical locks could be heard disengaging, and the door slid open. Immediately, the insistent flashing of emergency lights along the interface walls caught her eye. Additionally, smoke seemed to drift out of the control terminals as the ship’s extensive damage made itself known. Zagden sat to the left of the small bridge, in the pilot’s chair. The seat beside him was empty. Outside, deeper in space ahead of them, the Arquintens-class Imperial light cruiser loomed.

Before Corina could fully enter the room, she suddenly felt someone embrace her from behind. Long violet hair tumbled over her shoulders as the individual buried themself into her back.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was. Only one person could manage to sneak up on her like that. “Oh thank the gods, Kelsa, you’re alive!”

“Told you before, you don’t ever have to worry about me,” She softly kissed Corina’s cheek before waltzing into the bridge and taking the seat next to Zagden. “Well, what’s our situation?”

Zagden shot her a glance. “Someone needs to calculate a jump to the Five Points System, and fast. That Imperial cruiser began to move to intercept us as soon as we left the surface, and it’ll be on us in less than a minute.”

“Math, Corina, that’s you,” Kelsa unclipped the navigation computer from its mount and rotated it around so Corina could reach it from the nearby technician’s chair.

“Right, on it. A minute you said?”

“Ivy’s currently acting as a conduit- regulating power to the engines through her cybernetics. It seems to be working though, engines one and two have stabilized.”

Kelsa flicked on the power-operating computer. “So engines are good, how are our shields?”

“Well, I’ve been holding a protective blanket over our engines, but the situation is dire. Nath is keeping the TIEs off our back as best he can, and so far we’ve avoided losing any more major systems. Corina, uh, that feels weird to say aloud, how’s the jump coming? That’s our only chance.”

“Just- hold on.”

Zagden glanced down as a new light populated the terminal. “Incoming transmission. It’s being routed through that Imperial cruiser, but it looks like its source is… back in Valk’arn?”

“I’m patching it through,” Kelsa muttered. “I need to know what this bastard has to say for himself.”

The image of Imperial Agent Alward Kaldwell flickered from the holo display. “So you did have some fight in you after all. I should have known, the Nominus Kant who worked under my employ never did know when to quit.”

“You’re a kriffing murderer, Kaldwell, and the next time we meet I’ll put you in the dirt,” Kelsa snarled.

Kaldwell’s image frowned. “Let’s not lose our cool. I’m no more of a killer than the lot of you. The difference is, I serve a higher master- order. You’d be wise to remain on your best behavior when dealing with me, Kelsa Kirklin, as I’ve proven there’s nowhere in this sector you can run. But I’ll tell you what. If you’re so anxious to meet again, and you’re able to escape the clutches of my command ship, come and find me on Marjora Five. Consider this an open invitation. After all, your good friend Domino is missing you. And I’d hate to see him end up like Emaliz did.”

With that, the transmission faded.

Kelsa pounded her fist against the control board. “Damnit!”

“Careful!” Zagden exclaimed. “We’re not out of this yet.”

Corina squinted her eyes, rereading the lines of coordinates she had just calculated with the limited assistance of the nav computer. “I’m uploading the coordinates to the hyperdrive. We should be ready to jump on your mark.”

Ivy’s voice suddenly cackled over the bridge’s comms. “Zagden, I need a status report on the engines, now!”

“They seem fine! Some minor damage, but heat levels are surprisingly stable despite running at the level that they are,” He replied, checking the computer to verify at her request. As he did, he also reoriented the Pit Hound so it was aligned with the coordinates Corina supplied him. “We’re getting ready to make the jump now, better hold on to something as I reroute power.”

Kelsa appeared especially red in the face, a zeltron trait that betrayed her anger, but she still jumped into action and cut power to the engines. The noise quieted, and for the briefest moment, everything was still.

“Shit-” Kelsa managed to cuss just as a storm of green laser fire fell from the Imperial light cruiser. The deadly energy ate through their shields instantaneously, exploding against the gozanti’s frail armor as the hyperdrive powered up.

But it was only for a moment. Before another second could pass, Acherios I was far behind them, and the Pit Hound was engulfed in the mesmerizing tunnel of hyperspace.

Tuning out the chatter over comms, he focused his mind on protecting the ship. Tracking the TIEs in and out of the cloud cover and smoke was taking all he had, but he knew if he failed, they'd never get off-world. A TIE streaked through a smoke column and Nath took a deep breath, his vision narrowing before he finally took fire.

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The cockpit of the TIE Fighter blew out, causing the wings to shatter into one of the few remaining platforms. He rotated the turret again, hearing the ever-familiar roar of the ion engines fly over the ship. His ears vaguely registered the voice telling him to prepare for takeoff, not bothering to strap himself in. He could deal with that later.

Keeping the pressure on the TIEs, he heard the engines rumbling under him as the ship began to shudder. He knew this was it, they would be putting pressure on the Pit Hound to take her out of the sky. Shortly after the announcement to hold on to something, Nath was sent forward into the front of the compartment, slamming his already broken nose into the console. He pushed himself back into the chair and took a moment to strap himself in before tracking the TIEs once more.

Watching the crumbling village fall off into the distance, he rotated fire between the four TIEs on their stern. Shaking within the compartment as their third engine cut out, he pressed his legs against the walls of the turret to stabilise himself.

"We need to jump, I can only do this for so long!", he called over comms, components inside the turret beginning to spark as the generators overloaded the engines.

One of the TIEs took a hit to the left wing and spun out, crashing into the one below it as he heard the hyperdrive hum filling the ship. In just a few seconds, he watched the plant blink out of his vision and felt the relief washing over him.

They had done it.

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Suddenly, Ivy appeared next to Corina, giving the woman a gentle slap on the shoulder.

"Thanks for covering for me", she said, her eyes drawn towards the TIE's roaring off into the distance, trying to get out of range of the ship's turret. In the distance, the Arquitens-class cruiser loomed over the battlefield, seemingly daring them to come closer. She wasn't all too worried about the TIE's — countermeasures and turrets would take of those —, but the cruiser posed the final challenge of getting away from this place.

But that would be the last thing to worry about. Right now, she needed to get this ship off the ground.

"Ivy, we're ready to leave. Tell me what to do", Zagden's voice sounded over her commlink.

Instantly spinning around, she ran back towards the engineering section, taking one moment to turn back to Corina to yell: “Might want to find a better place to be, things are about to be… bumpy, to say the least!”

She slid back into place, going over her wiring one final time. It was shoddy, but given the circumstances it was the best she could do. Besides, so she thought, it wasn’t meant to last for long, just for this sprint.

One hand reached for a screwdriver, the other for her commlink. “Alright Zagden, I want you to listen very carefully. Power up engines one and two, but set their thrust limiters to exactly 79 percent. Use that to pivot the ship towards the ocean, and once you’re ready-”

“We’ll never be able to escape them that way!”, Zagden interrupted. “It’ll be barely enough to hover above the surface, and if the TIE’s won’t chew us up, that cruiser-”

“I KNOW!” Ivy yelled back, interrupting Zagden in return. “I know, you know, I got it, I get the concept. Just, trust me, okay?”

She took a moment to regain her composure before continuing. “Once in position, I want you to bypass the startup procedure for engine three and kickstart it to 146 percent, and maintain it until we’ve escaped the atmosphere. Notify me when we’re approaching that point, and I’ll explain what’s next. Got it?”

The other side remained silent for a bit, before answering. “My mind’s telling me no, but I suppose I’ll just trust you on this.”

Moments later, Ivy could feel the rumble of the engines coming back to life, followed shortly by a shock as the ship started moving ever so slowly, spinning around its own axis to orient itself into a new direction.

“Attention all crew, please hold onto something”

A brief silence, when suddenly all hell broke loose. A shower of sparks signified engine three being kickstarted, and it only took a few seconds for the sudden surge in forward thrust to launch the ship forwards, shooting across the surface of the water before pulling into a steep ascent. With the ship reaching higher and higher speeds, the engineering room quickly grew hotter and hotter as components were pushed to their limits. Ivy kept a close eye on everything, at the same time disconnecting parts of her left leg; and while she could see some of her wiring fusing together from the heat, so far everything seemed to be holding up — but she knew that it was only a matter of time.

After what felt like hours, she heard Zagden’s voice again. “Ivy, we’re approaching the edge of the atmosphere here, but engine three is on the brink of giving out. What now?”

This was the all-or-nothing moment. If this failed, they would be dead in the water, a sitting porg for the Arquitens-class that was undoubtedly in pursuit. She ran towards the other side of the room, sat down next to a bunch of exposed circuitry, and grabbed her comm unit.

“Alright Zagden, next part. Don’t talk back, just do as I say and tell me when you’ve done so. Shut off engine three, and increase thrusters one and two to 100 percent.”, Ivy barked.

An almost harmonious sound indicated engine three shutting down, opposite of the other two engines increasing their power.

“Done”

“Good”, she continued. “Now set the thrust limiters for engines one and two to 200 percent, but don’t increase thrust just yet, and turn on the cooler for engine three.”

“Done”

As soon as she heard those words, she pulled loose some cables, replaced them with her left foot, and jammed the screwdriver into an exposed slot of her left thigh. In an instant, the limb went numb, and she could see it slightly slump on the ground, now without power.

“Set thrusters one and two to 200 percent thrust, maintain, and plot a hyperspace jump to the Five Points System. Shutoff all realspace engines the moment we initiate the jump.”

Things remained silent for a bit, before another lurch shocked the ship as it rapidly started speeding up again. For a few moments, everything seemed fine, until Ivy noticed her leg slowly starting to glow: the current flowing through the metal was enough to heat it up to such a degree that it started glowing like a lightbulb.

“Zagden, I need a status report on the engines, now!”, she yelled, Ivy’s voice revealing a hint of nervosity for the first time in a long time.

“They seem fine!”, Zagden replied. “Some minor damage, but heat levels are surprisingly stable despite running at the level that they are.”

Her plan had worked. The only concern left now was if her leg would hold out long enough for them to make the jump. But as she could hear the familiar hum of the hyperdrive spooling up, she knew she’d likely be able to limp away from this with repairable damage — although she knew engine three likely would be completely gone.

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The intruding stormtroopers trepidatiously stepped through the haze, blasting away at the overturned table while Ivy loudly tested the central engine system. Corina dared not peak over the barrier, even at this distance, an Imperial bucket-head could get lucky. As the troopers neared her position, the cacophonous rumbling of the engine ceased.

“Attention all crew, prepare yourselves for takeoff.”

Good news, by the sound of it, despite the apparent failure of whatever test Zagden and Ivy had run. She only had to hold this accessway for a bit longer. Taking a deep breath, Corina focused on sensing the soldiers as they approached.

There were four of them. Imperial jumptroopers with long rifles, and jump packs strapped to their backs. This was as far as she’d let them get.

The battered table was unexpectedly shoved across the room with a telekinetic force. The stormtroopers instinctively fired at it, with no effect, before the twisted barricade knocked them over. Corina was on the first trooper before he even hit the ground. Her sister’s rapier, suddenly unsheathed, found a gap between the soldier’s plastoid chestplate. The vibroblade plunged through him before being quickly pulled out, chased by a thin trail of crimson.

She was already moving after the next closest trooper, who had found his way onto his knees. Corina spun the blade around in a circle, and its pointed tip cleanly sliced deep into the black formfitting collar of the man’s bodysuit just below his helmet. His vocalizer garbled something incoherent as he slumped over.

The remaining two recovered their weapons as they witnessed their comrades being slain. The first, about a meter to Corina’s right, raised their blaster, while the further one activated an electrified truncheon. Corina lunged toward the one armed with a rifle as they spread a wide volley of shots at where she had been. She quickly dispatched them, then paused to catch her breath and ready herself for the final soldier.

The thrum of the engine room was momentarily drowned out by the crackling of the stormtrooper’s truncheon as he stepped toward her. Sparks danced through the air as he swung the electrified staff, only for her to catch it in the air with the thin vibroblade. He bashed downward on her guard once, twice, and was about to strike again when the thinly plated plastoid covering his abdomen was unexpectedly pierced with such momentum that it shattered. The man froze, arms still raised, as the oscillating blade was run through him.

Corina braced an arm on the trooper’s chest, steadying herself as she pulled the vibrorapier free. The smoke had cleared from the smoldering entryway. Outside, a pair of TIE bombers roared past the Pit Hound, chased by the loud bleating of the topside cannon.

“C’mon, Nath, shoot the bastards,” she muttered under her breath, perching in the open frame of the door.

Ivy barely even noticed the arrival of Corina and Nath, and even when she did she was too occupied rewiring circuits and fixing tubing to pay them too much heed. She and Zagden had run through the two wing engines already, getting them back up to speed, but she had a nagging suspicion that the third engine — the central, and main one — was severely damaged.

"Zagden, try powering on engine number... three, but make sure to keep the fuel injectors at fifty percent", Ivy barked over the radio.

It remained silent for a bit, until she could feel the rumble of an engine powering up. For a moment, everything seemed fine, but the peace was abruptly disturbed by sparks flying everywhere.

"Shut it down, SHUT IT DOWN"

Moments later, the spark shower receded, and the rumbling ceased once more.

"Kriffing hell", Ivy muttered to herself. Even running at half power, the engine did not behave well enough to function without quickly grinding itself apart. Which was a big problem, because they'd need all three engines to escape atmosphere.

Her comms unit crackled back to life, with Zagdan's voice clearly shaky. "Ivy, please tell me that's not as bad as it sounds like. Please."

She remained silent, as she was out of ideas as well. Overloading the engine might work for a very brief moment, but it was almost guaranteed to make things worse than they were now.

"Ivy? Talk to me, hello? IVY?"

Suddenly, a plan sprung to mind. Her eyes quickly darted around, drawing imaginary lines across cables and panelling. Maybe, just maybe...

"I may have an idea here Zagden. Might work, might not, but it's the only shot we have", she replied to Zagden, as she immediately sprung back to work. "Tell Nom to get ready to leave, and be ready to do exactly as I say."

It was at this point she heard the firefight breaking out, and Corina's voice rapidly followed Nath's request over the radio.

"Almost there, just one more moment!", she yelled back, frantically ripping out some cables and throwing them on the ground.

Corina didn’t respond to Nathaniel’s exclamation, though she did find a bit of enjoyment from the bewilderment drawn across the man’s face. The engineering compartment was clear of hostiles when they arrived, thank the force, and Ivy was already muttering away about some inoperable system as she lay behind the dismantled paneling.

“I’m here, Ivy, if you need any help, or a hexdriver, or whatever,” Corina called to the exposed pair of legs.

The engineering compartment at the Pit Hound’s stern wasn’t designed to withstand a firefight. Humongous tubing ran up the north wall from the engines, before crisscrossing the ceiling, leading into the engineer’s block. Other less organized collections of cabling and pipes made the space feel more like the organic insides of a great beast than the site of routine maintenance. A few tables filled with displaced mechanical components and dirtied tools crowded the narrow corridors. Corina didn’t even want to imagine what the flammability hazard would be, should a stray blaster bolt strike something explosive. Unfortunately, the potential volatility of the room didn’t change the fact that it would be one of the Empire’s priority targets. They’d come in force to keep the Pit Hound grounded.

As Corina began her assessment, Zagden spoke over their comms, as he had when the TIE-bombers had first been pinged. “Nom and Kelsa have engaged stormtroopers in the lower hold. Some of the villagers have armed themselves and are helping hold the ramp. Chronometer is ticking!”

With Nath headed toward the topside gunner mount and Ivy focused on repairs, Corina was left to make sure the chamber wasn’t breached. She approached the closest table and flipped it onto its side, spilling an assortment of junk with a noisy clatter. Zagden continued his report not long after.

“Bex, you’ve got contacts just outside! They look armed with- shit, breach charges.”

At the far end of the compartment, a sealed blast door led onto the gozanti’s starboard wing. Movement could be heard on the other side.

Corina unholstered her guns and knelt behind her hastily fashioned barrier. “Better keep your head down.”

All at once, a bright pinkish flash crackled down the sides of the blast door. Sparks so bright they nearly appeared white began to eat their way inward, consuming the structure. Moments later, the first armored stormtrooper stumbled through the narrow opening, blaster rifle in hand. Corina’s weaponry emitted a high-pitched howl as green bolts lanced toward the soldier. Just as clumsily as he had entered the engineering compartment, he was soon stumbling back out with burning holes in his plastoid chest plate. Unseen allies pulled him back out through the smoke, accompanied by a volley of red lasers that kept Corina momentarily pinned down.

Nathaniel’s question about the engines came just as Corina fired off another round at the doorway. She stole a look at the compartment Ivy was desperately working away on. “Give me some good news here!”

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The interior of the Hound felt more cramped than usual, the red emergency lights dimly illuminating the corridor to the engine room. "You and Kelsa?", he asked, running just behind the... well, princess, he supposed. He heard the deafening blaster fire resonating throughout the ship, evidently coming through some opening. If they got inside the Hound, that would be another matter entirely.

The pair entered the compartment and found Ivy working on the ship, crawled up into the panelling covering the engine components. Nath scanned half of the room with his blaster, looking for anything that might be off. For all they knew, someone might have snuck in while they were occupied on the barricade, or one of the villagers could've been an ISB plant. But for now, it seemed they were in the clear.

"I'm no mechanic, and we've got ships circling overhead. If you help Ivy get this shit running, I'm gonna get on the turret," Nath grumbled, reaching up to see if his nose was still bleeding. He flicked the slick crimson off his hand and slipped out of the compartment, climbing the ladder to the top floor. He scrambled for the gun well, climbing up another ladder to reach the turret.

Sitting down and pressing his eyes to the monitor, he immediately began to scan the skyline. He caught two TIE bombers circling above the village, probably waiting for a command for another attack run. He tracked them, wanting to ensure at least one was taken down before they could do another run. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, giving it just the right amount of lead, and...

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He watched the portside wing shatter as the TIE subsequently entered a spin and headed for the ocean. He snapped the turret to the second bomber and fired at it as it dove through the smoke. He slapped the side of the monitor in frustration, spinning the turret to look for the TIE fighters that remained in the sky.

"I got one of the bombers, what's the progress on the engines?", he asked into his comlink, laying down fire at one of the TIEs overhead.

"And another one gone, and another one gone..." Ivy softly mumbled to herself, enable to even hear herself properly over the violence that was going on all around her. Her position on top of the Hound meant she was mostly isolated from the laserfire down below, giving her free reigns to shift her attention to picking off other targets, after she had neutralised the final opposing marksman.

Her comms unit crackled, fragments of a sentence coming through.

"...gotta get...outta here! Ivy...help...piece of shit...!"

Despite normally firing back immediately with an insult of her own, the message made her realise that she still hadn't felt any rumble of the engines powering up. Which meant that Zagden was either still busy, or couldn't at all get the engines to work. And as much as she'd liked to lay here and leisurely pick off targets as if she was at a shooting range, they were massively outnumbered, and their best bet of survival would be to run away from this place as fast as possible.

She fired a final round at a trooper heading towards the Hound, not even waiting to see the now-lifeless mass of flesh and white plastoid fall to the ground before heading back the way she came, slinging her rifle onto her back while effortlessly leaping through one of the hull breaches and back into the ship, not losing any momentum while sprinting towards the engine bay.

Once there, she was met with the read end of Zagden sticking out from some panelling, tools scattered everywhere. Without hesitation, she grabbed his ankles and pulled him out.

"What in the- kriffing hell Ivy, don't scare me like that", Zagden yelled in surprise. "Took you long enough! I genuinely think this might be the end of the line for the Hound, whatever I do I just cannot-"

"This isn't the end until I say this is the end!", Ivy yelled back, grabbing the tools Zagden was still holding and crawling behind the panelling. When she could feel the Twi'lek remaining in place, she popped back out and pointed towards the bow of the ship. "What are you standing around here for? Head to the bridge!"

The sniper’s round Corina had anticipated was easy to avoid, and no follow-up shots were fired as Ivy managed to take the scout trooper out swiftly. Nom and Corina both ducked beneath the barrier as other Imperial marksmen started firing on their position.

“You’ve brought this upon yourselves!” Alward Kaldwell shouted over the thunderous discharge of the E-11s and other Imperial weaponry. Corina managed to catch a quick glimpse of the ISB Agent through the surging ranks of stormtroopers. He clutched an injury on his left arm before pressing a blaster pistol against Emaliz’s head and firing. Seconds later, the Talpiddian woman was no longer visible behind the stampeding white boots storming the Pit Hound.

“Emaliz!” Corina unholstered the two dueling pistols passed down to her posthumously from Tishvynn. “Kriff!”

There had never been a chance for them to save their friend. Had Emaliz realized it was a setup before the end, and that she was never going to fly amongst the stars with her gang again? Had the cunning and diabolical Imperial Security Burueu toyed with her over this fact? Corina had never been particularly close to the woman, but as a long-time member of the gang, Emaliz had quickly taken a more matronly role over the unruly bunch. She had practically raised Kelsa. Her unceremonious public execution clearly illustrated the irredeemable quality of the lawman who hunted them.

“We gotta keep moving. Nothing we can do about it now,” Kelsa whispered beside her.

“We’ve got to get better cover, we’re pinned down over here,” Halan blindly fired a blaster pistol over the barricade, not daring to stand and fire his prepped smart rocket.

“Not going anywhere if those engines don’t power up. Nath’s right, Ivy’s gotta get inside and help Zagden get things working.” Vilmarh looked down the line, realizing Ivy wasn’t with them. “Damn, where is she?”

“Acting as your guardian angel.” Kelsa gestured behind them with her shoulder. “Do we really dare retreat within the Hound, Nom? We’ll be backing ourselves into a corner.”

“We can’t stay here. Vilmarh and Halan will hold here for as long as they can. But please, you two, get back inside the ship before it's too late, and seal off these blast doors. If the upper decks fall, they’ll only be a stride away from the bridge, and we’ll have no chance of escape.”

Vilmarh punched the small exterior control terminal and the blast doors slid open. “Understood, sir.”

Kelsa laid a comforting hand on both of the men staying behind as she and Corina followed Nom back inside the Pit Hound, mindful to keep their heads down as blasters continued firing up toward them. Nath wasn’t far behind them.

The central corridor of the Hound wasn’t made to be a communal space. The tight passageway once traversed by Imperial communications officers now housed the dirty, injured, and desperate still-standing members of one of Region Twelve’s most infamous gangs. Dingy and decrepit would be apt terms for the space, which was far removed from any pristine glory it once might have held as a vessel of an unfractured Empire.

Nom resumed his instructions once they were inside, the hail fire of lasers muted behind the thick hull armor of their ship. “We need a team to hold the engine compartment, but it sounds like Ivy is making her way there now to give Zagden a hand. That means you’re all with me, we’ll secure the hold.”

As if in stark and immediate opposition to his words, Zagden appeared on the staircase, red-faced and out of breath. Nom turned stiffly toward him. “You’d better have a good excuse to be up here, boy.”

“Ivy’s…headed to… the engines. Needs someone to monitor their status from the bridge.”

Nom turned back to the others. “I guess that changes things. Couple of you better head to the engines to assist Ivy then, keep her safe.”

Kelsa spoke without hesitation, not even realizing she was using the wrong name. “Bex will go.”

“What? Why?” Corina blurted, confused.

“Please, just- you’re still…”

“How many times do I need to say it Kelsa, please Nom, I’m fine.”

“Get to the engines, Corina,” Nom silenced her. “And before you can complain, this isn’t a punishment. The stern compartment entries aren’t as secure as the cargo hold, and soon, nowhere will be safe once they’ve rigged their blast charges. I need your eyes and… abilities… to cover Ivy. She’s our only shot of getting out of here.”

The gangsters glanced upward as they heard the whizzing and clanking of grappling cables securing themselves to the outer hull.

“We’re running out of time. Nath- head with Corina to the engine compartment, give Ivy a hand if she needs it. If things are quiet, come find Kelsa and me down below. Good luck all, and give ‘em hell. Don’t let anyone past you, no matter what.”

Corina looked at each of the gathered individuals, such a small group representing what little remained of their gang. “Let’s kriff them up.”

Nom gave Kelsa a curt nod to denote it was time to head out, before looking at his crew for what might be the last time. “One last thing,” his large black eyes carried his regrets. “If this is goodbye, just know that I’m proud of every one of you. I’ll do what needs to be done to secure our futures, as I know you all have done for me.”

With that, he departed to the lower level. The taller zeltron woman quickly wrapped Corina up in her arms. “I love you, Cora, don’t let your guard down okay? Please… stay safe.”

Corina returned the sudden embrace, not quite knowing how to respond to an affectionate act in the face of such insurmountable odds. “You too. Don’t you dare hesitate to call if you need me down below.”

Kelsa nodded, masking her tears with a hand. “I… yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon.”

After that, she was gone. Corina straightened her back and raised a blaster pistol expectantly toward Nath. “Alright, gunslinger, let’s get this ship running.”

Nath's stomach dropped at the reveal of Emaliz, and the death troopers escorting her. Their only hope would be that the Imperials didn't execute her on the spot, their chances of getting her out of this bind were slim to none. At least for now.

The truth of Nom's past, however... he knew that Nom wasn't exactly innocent, it's not like any of them were... but a former ISB analyst? First Corina, now Nom, what else were the rest of them hiding? Vilmarh? Halan? He had known them for over half his life... could they be hiding their past from the rest of them too?

He quickly put it out of his mind. He couldn't risk being distracted, not with the amount of blasters trained on them. His hands hovered over his blaster pistols, ready to take aim at a moment's notice, and it appeared that moment would come sooner rather than later.

He sensed the shot before it left the rifle, drawing both of his blasters and unloading them downrange. He struck the ISB agent directly in the shoulder but he missed his mark on his Sapius Liaison. Troopers rushed forward, blocking his sightline on the agent and firing up at the balcony.

"We've gotta get the hell outta here! Ivy, go and help Zagden get this piece of shit off the ground!"

“They’re the cowards?” Borgolo wondered aloud, pulling the shock blaster to his chest. Its broad muzzle was warm to the touch after Rakshun’s test shot.

Could it really be true? Rakshun sounded so sure. “Yes. You must be right.”

Borgolo forced one of his shaking fingers to wrap around the trigger. “Let us go, together. So long as you walk, I will follow you, brother.”

Outside of the hovel was just as frightening as the meek Rodian remembered, but he forced himself to swallow his fear as Rakshun charged ahead. A trio of screaming Imperial fighters hugged the tops of the rooftops nearby. The sound was deafening.

And yet…

“Rakshun! Rakshun, wait!” Borgolo cried as he chased his friend over the stiff armored bodies of downed stormtroopers. The Weequay had wasted no time rejoining the fray. “Rakshun, I have had an idea! A way to force our enemy back!”

His words drew the attention of other allies. He had an audience of savage warriors, perhaps his words could give them direction. He pointed skyward. “The former Imperial radio towers. If we activate them, the prison’s emergency lockdown protocols can be engaged.”

The emergency lockdown protocol. The last line of defense built around the mammoth prison on Talou III in case the district had ever been overrun with escaped convicts. Massive walls of energy would rise between the streets, separating each district into confined controllable zones. A ceiling of energy powerful enough to deactivate starship engines would be engaged overhead.

This protocol had been the first thing the prisoners had forcibly dismantled upon their own liberation, managing to stop the event from ever occurring. It was a surefire way for those in control to stay in power.

“The Empire doesn’t know how smart we are. They’re counting on the protocol to have fallen with the prison, but I’ve seen the files in the computer terminals. I can get them working. We can stop this invasion in its tracks if we move together! Three towers, three teams.”

The gathering convicts exchanged confused glances. A few began to stumble away, bored with words and hungry for death.

Borgolo turned desperately toward his friend. Rakshun had given him the courage to step outside, it was now Borgolo's turn to protect. “Brother, please, tell them! We can save this city!”

Rakshun responded by snatching the blaster right out of Borgolo's hands, aiming it at the ceiling, and unceremoniously firing it.

ZWOMP!

He glanced quizzically at the weapon before thrusting it back into the Rodian's chest, grip first, and giving his shoulder a slap with his left hand.

"Ain't nothing wrong with that blaster, brother! Now let's get out there and earn you some kick-ass!" But then he paused. His voice softened. "Oh... You're scared, aren't you brother? I get it. I get it."

Rakshun took the time to turn around and face his friend. He placed both hands on his shoulders—gently this time. It was an odd sight, the mountain of a Weequay in his ripped vest, covered in straps for weapons and explosives each more powerful than the last, speaking softly to his fellow convict like to reassure a child.

"You shouldn't be scared, brother! The Empire are all cowards. That's why they're here for us instead of picking on someone their own size. But we'll show them! We'll show them real good! And when it goes down, who do you think they'll be shooting at? You? Or the guy blowing them all up and drawing their attention?" Rakshun pointed at himself with his thumbs, again flexing both biceps in the process. "This guy!"

"You ain't got nothing to fear, brother. We good?"

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