RPlog:The Rescue of Lynae

Klaxons sound throughout the hangar. Support crew scramble to prepare fuel hoses, scanners, and emergency hull plating for the damaged refugee shuttle. Marines line up around the edges of the room, ordered by their commander there as a security precaution. Then, a second set of klaxons sound, alerting the crew to prepare for an incoming shuttle. The tractor beams that carry the damaged, dying shuttle in, become visible as blue rays of energy at this close range. The energy guides the ship in through the force field, causing a brief gust of wind to disperse throughout the room as a little bit of air escapes into space. The tractor beams bring the shuttle to a gentle landing, and with a cue from their commander, the support crews head for the shuttle, ready to do emergency work should there be something terrible, like a reactor leak.

The shuttle was worse for wear as it settles into the hangar bay. The vessel settles down unsteady on its two landing struts and then promptly falls to the side. Several visible tears can be seen in the basic fabric of the hull, anymore stress and the entire ship would have been torn apart. After a few minutes the crew inside forces the landing ramp down and the refugees pile out all wearing brown cloaks and farmers tunics. The leader of the group steps forward and gestures wide, "Thank goodness, we're saved! We are from the Corellian system, the oppressive Imperial Taxes forced us farmers to flee, the Empire did not take to well to us doing that as you can see." He looked to be an older man, long white hair, stark blue eyes. He offers the approaching Republic emergency crews a bow, "Fortunately none of as were injured, our pilots, are Corellian, and are some of the best in the galaxy, and their luck is renowned." Behind this mask was something far more dangerous, Darth Malign, a hand moves behind his back signaling the other men to prepare. A simple twist of his index finger, once he clinched his right fist they would be signaled to begin the attack. Secure the hangar, blow out a turbolift use grappling hooks to reach the security level, use explosives and stun weapons to clear the path, liberate the Captain. That was the order of events which would be followed by a daring escape down the shaft and into the original shuttle stolen by Tal'sin, or any shuttle nearby that could be manipulated. Naturally, Malign didn't expect many of these men to make it back, to peons for the commander mentality was in full effect, a few soldiers sacrificed for the more valuable officer.

Davyd limps a bit as he exits the Shuttle, he keeps his hands tucked into his brown robe. Shuffling a bit he follows the 'leader' of teh farmers, he looks slow but his eyes scan the bay, noting where the Marines are and what types of weapons they have. He catches the signal and casually moves apart a short distance, to rest, or something.

Danik Kreldin had remained quiet through most of the ship. He was clad in a simple black tunic, his arms crossed over his chest, sitting in the back of the shuttle a few seats away from his Master and amongst the rest of the rescue team. While normally the Supreme Commander of the Empire stayed back and let his peons do the fighting, Kreldin was also a Sith in training. And his Master had taught him many things recently, and Kreldin has slowly but surely begun changing his views on his role in the war. So that's why the aging Imperial Executor had decided to tag along personally for the rescue mission of Captain Caiton, to fight with his men - and right aside his Master. He did not come heavily equipped; the basic field gear for a commando, plus his lucky Corellian Rapier and a few other extras, courtesy of the Imperial quartermaster aboard the Malevolence. The plan sounded simple enough, but Kreldin knew better than most the dangers of infiltrating a Victory-class Star Destroyer. But they had Darth Malign on their side. What's the worse that could happen?

Standing up, Kreldin walks towards the back of the shuttle, he lets Malign walk down the ramp to deal with the greetings. Kreldin's face was too well known for him to show himself to the Republic troops before the fighting broke out. So, for now, the old war horse waits in the back of the shuttle with the rest of the team.

Just coming down the hall from the Maintenance office on this deck, Rook halts at the sound of klaxons. "Alarm... incoming vessel... emergency condition!" Not waiting for Spanner to follow, she takes the rest of the corridor at a dead run. Emerging into the landing bay, it's impossible to miss the toppled Imperial shuttle, or the beleaguered refugees slowly pulling themselves from the wreckage. Which is quite a job: the shuttle's ramp is in the neck just behind the cockpit! Seeing emergency crew beginning to spray out the fires, she hurries to aid those still struggling through the egress hatch. "Easy now..." she says, reaching out for one of the refugees' hands as the person tries to get through the opening. "Watch that hatch coaming... Anyone still in there?!"

Arriving with a reinforcements for the Rescue-Technicians, Lianna makes her way in from the turbo-lifts, a couple of MedTechs and a Hazard-Team in tow. Watching the shuttle being towed in by the tracktor-beam, it is the Hazardous Material-Team in their heavy suits that moves forwards first to scan the hull for the aforementioned reactor leaks, but as the landing ramp is lowered they give their go ahead signal back to the unsuited tech-crews. No radiation. Lianna, having used the time to converse briefly with the shift leader, before her attention is drawn back to the exiting farmers and she moves forwards to greet the 'Leader' of the group. "Welcome aboard the Reprisal, sir.", she offers simply enough, though her eyes move over the group, especially as the Leader explains in detail how they came about to end up chased by Imperials and in such a state in the hangarbay. Shock can do thinks like that to people, right? Especially civilians. Yet, she catches that limp of one of the robed figures and she offers the man a faint, reassuring smile. "Please, let our medical crews have a look at you. I am sure the ride was rather bumpy...", she points out, then relaxes her posture a little, waving her hand a little in the direction of the waiting MedTeams. "Also, the hangar is not a save place. We have fighters out there who will be returning shortly, so if you could please keep together so we cam move you to a save location...?". She is formal, though trying hard to not appear too intimidating to the poor refugees, waving in the other technicans not busy with turning out the few fires that are visible through the scars of the exterior hull.

Up on deck 3, the security forces follow standard procedure during any alert, when such a high ranking Imperial prisoner is on board. A squad of marines goes to the hallway outside Lynae's cell. Having not been told the details of the alert, they are prepared for anything. A second squad is summoned as reinforcements, but they're on the other side of the deck, doing their routine patrol. Down in the hangar bay, the repair crews begin examing the more critical areas of the ship from the outside first, and a pair of marines move on over toward the refugees, ready to escort them toward the turbolift banks, which will carry them to a safe holding place designed for these situations, on deck ten. Down on the planet below, Luke Skywalker's X-Wing is finally ready to launch. He gives it a good thrust once she's clear of the landing pad, and the X-Wing accelerates as she rises through the atmosphere on a vector cleared for orbit. "Something's not right here," he murmurs silently, eyes piercing through the shaded visor of his grey and red helmet. R2-D2 bleeps three times in response, but Luke ignores the message that plays across his text screen.

Malign checks the status of his men and then gives the nod to a few choice of his refugees before he clinches his fist. Without warning several of the men suddenly go from being terrified to deadly serious. The brown robes simply disappear and the tunics are ripped off exposing solid black armor and bandoliers full of ammunition and assorted tools.

The old man that had extended his arms lifts his hands and pulls the prosthetics away from his face revealing Malign himself. The throws the false identity to the tarmac and gestures for his men to move, "Squad one, secure the hangar, squad two get to work on that turbolift, get us a path for our grappling hooks!" he says darkly as he ignites his lightsaber as it emits a *SNAP-HISS* and erupts with a brilliant white blade, he turns toward the marines on the opposite side of the hangar now moving in a full sprint. The battle would begin now.

-	The sound of klaxon's going off, the familiar sound of a ship coming to battle alert jars Captain Caiton to a more alert wakefulness. Having restricted her sleep patterns to be as awake and aware as possible for as much of the time in her confinement, she is relatively bright eyed and anxious. Rising from the chair in which she'd been sitting, Lynae silently approaches the cell door and leans forward, placing one ear against the surface of the door and attempting to hear what she can through the cold durasteel surface. The heavy sound of approaching footfalls indicates to her that the guards have been reinforced, yet the question remains: Why?

Rook reaches out for the last refugee's hand, that of an older man with a messy hooded cloak that blocks much of his face. "Here, let me help you." Hands meet and she aids him in balancing so he can get clear of the sideways hatch without injury. "Watch the ramp... the emergency charges didn't quite get it clear..." And just then the sound of tearing cloth from several directions catches her ears, as the refugees reveal themselves to be not farmers, but Imperial Storm Commandos! "What?!" is her eloquent answer to the situation before her, a startled squawk that mingles with the shouted orders from the enemy commander.

Stroking his mustache, Danik presses his finger against his earpiece and listens in on the situation going on just outside the shuttle. So far so good. They haven't been detected. But all that was about to change: Danik could feel it, the mood changing, his Master's presence in the Force intensifying as the plan to rescue Lynae reaches its kick-off point. In just moments, he'll be springing out of the shuttle, ready to do battle alongside his Master and troops. It's been a long time since Danik has been on the front, fighting with the troops. It's exciting, and feels right - Danik found his calling on the battlefield, after all. It's his home.

He casts a wary look upon Rook, offering a warm smile, something one might except from a father. "Thank you, dear," he says, taking the hand and moving towards the ramp. "It's good to see there are still decent people like you in this galaxy," he says, moving down the ramp with her - just as Tyler springs his attack. His smile quickly turns into a vicious grin, and in an instant the cloak is removed to reveal his battle-worn, fatigued face. His other hand reaches for his Corellian Rapier, pulling it from his sheath and bringing it to a battle stance, his eyes still on Rook. "I suggest you find cover, dear. Things are about to get rough." Danik isn't one to kill a woman. Especially an unarmed one. But if she proved difficult, he would not hesitate.

Oddly enough it were some of the medics that began to close in on the men to assist them, to help them along. They never did get too far however before the men suddenly spring into action and robes, masks and the pretense are left to fall away. To say Lianna is not startled would be an outright lie. She was half-turned away to peer at a medic and wave him closer and so the first sign that something amiss is the look on the young man's face, before she turns back and is facing a complete squad of black-clad men, one of them wielding a lightsaber. Well, at least that one is running away from her towards the marines, right? Eyes widening, Lianna is a veteran however. She gets her head down first, before calling out to her crew. "DOWN!".They have to clear the field so the marines can return fire, right?

The marines are the quickest to act of the New Republic forces in the hangar bay. Shouts leap back and forth across the edges of the hangar bay as the soldiers ready their rifles, a series of charging sounds bouncing about the room. The men and women from the support crew are merely shocked, many of them not entirely sure what to make of this. What's worse, only some of them are armed, and their small sidearms won't do much good against that armor. A few tools and emergency hull plates are dropped around as the unarmed support crew scramble for cover, knowing that cross-fire from the marines will put them in danger. A look of realization dawns on Skywalker's face in the cockpit of his X-Wing, when he realizes what the Force is suggesting to him. "Artoo!" He jams the throttle forward, throwing an ion streak into the upper atmosphere of Coruscant. "I need as much power as you can squeeze out!" He leaves the s-foils locked down, guns and shields offline, trusting in the Force to give him warning as the reactor is freed to pump full power into the engines. Meanwhile, the marines open fire! Bolts soar toward Malign first, from a squad of marines preparing to buckle down and take down the Sith Lord. The other squads start to close in, flanking each other with a supressing fire as they move in on the 'refugees', doing their best to keep from hitting any of their own support and medical crew in the process.

Malign's saber raises to meet the blaster bolts screaming by him those that would have normally hit home were knocked back into the marines firing them. He closes the ground rapidly, with unnatural speed as he leaps up into the air and brings his weapon down and begins to sweep through the local contingent. His weapon finds its home sending limbs scattering across the ground as he looks back, only briefly to check on the squadron, "Secure the hangar!" he growls his own senses were tingling he knew what was coming, "Get the blast doors closed on the hangar bay!" he shouts turning back to the targets at hand.

The Other squad moves rapidly toward the turbolift lining it with some explosive foam and then detonating it as the doors fly off it and then they peer up into the tube, they fire off a pair of magnetic cup-links as they hit the tracks for the lift and send a jolt. A short few moments later the turbolift car falls through the turbolift shaft and shatters below the hangar deck. One of the men working in this squad falls to enemy blaster fire as the rest prepare several lines and fire them up into the shaft securing them and then turning to lay suppressive fire, "Squad Two, Turbolift secure! Awaiting invasion team!"

The Other squad moves quickly forcing the emergency crews and other to lay on the ground or forcing them into positions to be held as hostages to calm the marines down, "Lower your weapons!" one shouts as another puts up a comlink scrambling field to interrupt in ship communication.

At the signal he's been looking for Davyd rips off his robe revealing the gleaming black Assault Armor he's wearing underneath. A deadly Blaster slips into his hands and he turns to fire on the Medteams first before sprinting toward the Lift with the rest of his team. Not looking around as he expects the other Commandos to do thier job well. Dodging Blaster bolts he reaches the Lift and turns to provide cover fire for the men with grapples to set thier lines. Once set he turns and begins climbing.

-	With her ear pressed against the door and the palm of one hand actually beginning to warm the surface of the durasteel at her touch, Captain Caiton tries with all her might to hear through the solid door. The insane thought in her head that pops up, 'Wouldn't it be nice if these things had duraplast windows!' But alas, she doesn't figure that the designers for the Reprisal take suggestions any better than the ones who worked on the Broadsword did. But for now, no one bangs on the door or barges into the room.

Rogan drops his robe at the signal and draws his rifle. He quickly opens fire on the Marines hoping to hit a few as he follows Davyd over to the lift, dodgind blaster fire on the way over. He gets set and awaits the grapplers to attach their lines. Once done, he follows Davyd up the lift.

And it's surprise number two! Well, not entirely, since the possibility that the man she'd just helped out of the shuttle was with the rest of this crew. But it's still not a comforting thing to suddenly have a blade angled in your direction, even if it's a four-foot letter opener. Rook's eyes widen, and she glances reflexively around. What a predicament to be caught in... But as she glances to the left, toward the toppled shuttle, her eyes widen to ice-blue credit-coins! "Twin Stars! There's a fuel leak!" Whether or not the man with the rapier falls for it, she quick-draws her Kylan-3 and fires point-blank!

With the Corellian Rapier held in his off-hand, Danik reaches into his holster to pull out his trusty pistol. He considers his options; he can either glue himself to Malign and follow hsi Master through the firefight, or take a few of the commandos under his command and fight with them. As his eyes gaze about the hangar, taking in the extent of the fight, he formalizes his battleplan and prepares to take off, his eye catching sight of a few Marines to his far right that present themselves as easy opportunties. Just moments before he departs from the ramp of the shuttle, however, his danger senses - not as attuned as Malign's, but potent enough - kick in. He can't quite place where the danger is coming from, but a second later the woman he a moment ago spared shouts out. Through the Force, through his ally, the darkness, he pictures the blaster that soon appears in her hand firing. It's all it takes for the Sith apprentice to drop and throw himself off the ramp, avoiding the blaster bolt barely a moment before the trigger was pressed back. 'Teach me to show mercy to a woman...'

As chaos and pandemonium descent on the hangar bay, Lianna is trying her best to get the crews to move, to get their head down, while she moves herself to whatever cover is available, pushing one of the Medics out of the way, dragging him with her. Once she got herself behind something that looks like it will hold back a blaster shot and not blow at the slightest provocation, she finally pulls out her own blaster, as little good as she fears it will do her. With blastershots sizzling by, Lianna is quite disorientated for a few moments, trying to get her bearing. Where are the Imperials heading and where are the marines. And why can't she get anyone on her comlink?! At least there is an answer to the last question. A Jammer. She got to find that Jammer. A short glance over her cover, she is looking for anything that would look the part..

It's a massacre. Cries of pain and shock come from the squad of marines facing Malign, and within mere moments the entire squad is dispatched and in pieces. Literally. The explosion from the lift door, the crashing of the lift device itself, throws shrapnel out into the room, glancing off the Imperial troopers armored bodies. One of the deckhands manages to punch the alert button, before a blaster bolt glances off the hangar bay's force shield and sends him to the ground. A higher pitched klaxon replaces the lower pitched ones, and across the entire /Reprisal/, the marine corps springs into action, securing passageways, setting up e-webs and portable blast shielding. "Hit the deck!" is shouted a number of times by various support crew in the hangar bay. With their support crews getting pinned down, the various marine commanders in the hangar bay have to make a quick decision. Fight, or surrender? However, it doesn't take long to realize that the Imperials are not quite finished attacking. The squads who remain standing continue to move forward, centering their fire on the squad headed for the destroyed turbolift. Meanwhile, reinforcements begin arriving from the starfighter hangar, and begin advancing into an attack position. The support crew, knowing that it will be fight or die, begin fighting with all they've got. Fists fly, legs kick, and sidearm pistols start firing at their Imperial oppressors. Out in space, Skywalker's X-Wing screams toward the /Reprisal's/ hangar bay at maximum speed. The Jedi Master zeroes in on the Force, waiting for the right moment to hit the braking thrusters.

The Marines were fewer in number than Malign had expected but that would remedy itself within moments of the ship going on full alert. He checks his crono as it is ticking down from forty minutes, "Check time!" he growls and turns into a full sprint toward the turbolift now pulling out a facemask and covering his nose and mouth before grabbing hold of one of the ropes and latching a small motor onto it and activating it as it began to pull him up into the turbolift with the rest of his squad. Speed was of the essence, a lightening raid. If they could get their target from the security area and be back into the hangar bay within fifteen standard minutes they could secure a ship and be gone before they know.

For Lianna due to the ship's attempts to restore ship wide communications, the jamming system becomes all too clear. A commando with a box on his back and a long cord connected to a datapad is on one knee frantically pressing in numbers to keep the code scrambled. Every so often he misses a key and words and communications bleeps through comlinks. The man finally secures the code again and keeps them from breaking through before standing back up to full height and rushing toward the turbolift.

Malign knew time was short, a strange sensation fills him, fear, someone was coming. He looks directly toward Danik and gestures him to follow him up the turbolift shaft. Several of the advance commandoes above are, already, drilling holes into the turbolift doors and firing in knock out gas, they are now wearing the all too familiar helmets of Storm Commandoes, "MASKS!" he shouts as his ZCF fires in the rounds of gas before blowing the doors open. The security area begins to fill with a smoke before the men reload the launchers with fragmentation grenades and then press them into the holes and fire, sending explosive, and hot shrapnel across the cell block. After a few short moments they line the doors with explosive foam and then detonate the doors, giving them entrance into the security area.

Squad one remains behind in the Hangar Bay sustaining casualties as they begin to bunker themselves behind ships and other walls of cargo shooting and making as much trouble as they can for the remaining marines below.

-	The rumble of explosion is more felt than heard, especially on a ship this size. Captain Caiton straightens away from the door before glancing around the cell slowly, taking in the basic components allotted to her use. There's the floor, walls and ceiling, of course, seamless construction. The door is durasteel, and not one that she'd be attempting to pry open with tooth and nail. There's the sleeping ledge, again, built into the wall, no plush accommodations here. The wash basin and sanitary unit, again with the lack of helpful features. Her gaze runs around the room as she walks towards the chair in which she's been sitting for the most of her stay. One hand rests on the back of it before she lifts it for a moment, hefting it to test the weight and the structure of it, before glancing up towards one of the camera's in the nearest corner that observes her movements. "Hmm," is her only noise, comment, call it what you will, but it's the only sound she makes. A brief expression of stubborn resolve forms on her face, followed by an even briefer glimmer of hope. If she's wrong, here goes her only weapon. Taking the chair in her hands and walking across the small cell once more she aims the chair upwards towards the corner, ducking on the rebound as the chair bounces wildly. The cameras are mounted solidly, recessed into the corners and protected by transparisteel, but she attacks it anyway. One of the four, that is. Grin for a moment she does, after all, normally throw furniture she does not. But pick the chair up again she does, and the same thing, repeats.

Davyd moves as soon as the doors are blasted open, his ST held in the ready position. Once inside he rolls to the right firing at the Marines, bolts of plasma taking out a couple of them. He keeps moving the air around him singed with the Marines return fire, some bounce off his armor, leaving smoldering streaks.

Impossible as it seems, the swordsman drops and lunges away, past the buckled and broken ramp to safety! Rook curses softly and follows him with a couple more blasts to keep his head down. All around her, the Imperials seem to be trying to force the emergency personnel onto the deck or into hostage positions, a dangerous proposition with leapfrog-advancing Republic Marines closing on them, as it leaves them less able to defend themselves. And the support personnel are beginning to prove that they're still Republic military. Many die in the first few seconds, but suddenly this isn't an ambush anymore, but a stand-up fight... and Imperial Storm Commandos are much less dangerous when they don't have surprise on their side any longer. Aware of just how exposed her position is, but unwilling to leave the personnel around her to their unjust fates, Rook aims at the nearest Storm Commandos still struggling with the support crew and begins firing. The pistol doesn't have a large power pack, but at least it isn't slowed down by armor! She's rewarded by the sight of her first targets going down before someone turns a rifle in her direction and opens fire... This one's not set on stun, and the former StarOps pilot falls, blast-holes piercing her shoulder and stomach. As her vision begins to blur, she sees the Storm Commando felled by a rifle butt swung by a Marine who was finally able to break through and stop this war crime in progress. He's followed by several more. 'At least I was a distraction...' the hard-luck Rook thinks, before she mercifully passes out.

As Danik regains his bearings after his life-saving jump, he's greeted with more blaster fire from Rook, forcing him to keep his head down, unless he wants it cleanly shot off. Cursing, he raises his blaster over his shoulder and fires a few blind shots, reaching out with the Force in an attempt to increase his aim and guide his bolts straight to Rook. Unfortunately, his mastery over his own powers have yet to even begun, and the shots go wild, hitting into the bulkhead. Moments later, however, the firing from Rook stops - and a quick look over his cover shows that the rebel woman was taken down by a storm commando. Grinning, Kreldin stands up and looks over - the rebels were hit hard, but fighting back just as much. THe initial surprise was over, and a rebel counter-attack was inevitable. And this was their playing field. Knowing speed is their only chance at success, Kreldin quickly gets on his two feet and charges after Malign and the rest of the commandos, making their way up the turbolift shaft. He places his pistol away, keeping his rapier in his left hand as he reaches for his gas mask and places it over his nose and mouth with his right hand. He grabs onto one of the available ropes and activates the motor, bringing him up with the his Master and the rest of the squad to the cell bay.

Lianna is no marine. Subduing the intruders is their job and so as she spots the Commando sitting there, keying those security codes, she knows too well it can take them minutes to break through the scrambling. But minutes is all there is needed, right? And so, it is not the Trooper Lianna is aiming for, but rather that black box on his back. Communication equipment is delicate and fragile right? Let see if it copes well with superheated plasma. Using her cover as brace, she tries to aim before squeezing off a shot at the running Commando...

One of the Imperial commandos manages to break through with all of the distraction. His blaster rifle slams into the faces of two technicians who man the hangar bay's main blast door controls. With the remainder of the Imperial Commandos now hunkering down or escaping into the shaft, the New Republic's support and medic crews are able to retreat into the relative safety provided by the reinforcement squads of marines. That Imperial Commando, though, manages to press a series of buttons that enable the emergency blast-shielding to begin closing on the force-field-protected opening from the hangar bay into space, before he's taken out by a series of well aimed marine blaster bolts. Up on deck 3, the security station is completely overwhelmed by the combination of gas and fragmentation grenades. "Secure the wing! Deef-prock-twenty-one-alpha!" The remaining marines hunker down behind their blast shielding, and the e-webs start to open fire into the cloud of gas and shrapnel, hoping against hope that their powerful blasts will find a target. Outside, Luke waits until the moment the Force screams at him. He fires the X-Wing's braking thrusters, and is barely able to keep the starfighter from careening into a flat spin. The starfighter threads the ever-slimming opening, her engines just passing through the force-field as the blast-shield slams shut behind her. Then, the X-Wing slams onto the durasteel landing pad below, screaming steel against steel and throwing sparks behind her, leaving a trail of charred deck plating. Led by the Force, the starfighter amazingly refrains from colliding with anyone, Imperial or Republic, before coming to a halt. Just before she does, however, the cockpit is released with a snap, and Luke Skywalker vaults himself out of the cockpit, propelled by the Force. In the midst of his airborne summersault, a green blade extends from his lightsaber. Now /he/ has the element of surprise, as a majority of soldiers, both Imperial and Republic, are stunned by the entry of the starfighter. He charges on the Commandos hunkered down by the 'refugee' shuttle, lightsaber spinning and deflecting the first set of bolts up into the cieling.

The Security Deck was secure, very secure. The New Republic weaponry was quick to send two commandoes very quickly to their death below. Both shot and forced to fall several levels through the shaft. Malign leaps into action, his eyes flashing with energy as the Dark side of the force begins to collect around him, his features contort into a rather sadistic grin as he reaches out with his hand sending a pure white ball of energy toward the heavy support protecting the security wing. His hand then gestures sending a wall of telekinetic energy toward those firing as his saber offers some cover for his soldiers to get behind walls on the deck. His saber wasn't enough as he gets grazed by the fire putting a rather serious burn on his left shoulder forcing him to key an empty cell open and duck into it as a medic follows him in risking his own life to throw a patch on the Sith Lord's wound. Several more of the Commandoes fall due to explosives, leaving only four of the original ten. "Danik!" Tyler growls, "Give them a taste of their own medicine!" He was speaking in the Corellian language hoping it was more elusive than the basic known galaxy wide.

In the hangar things were growing in intensity as another few commandoes fall leaving six. Lianna's shot proves true destroying the Commandoes' jamming equipment and restoring ship-wide communication. Suddenly there was a flood of information filling the air; Imperials on two separate decks, causality reports were staggering. Worse a battle outside continued to rage on at the same time creating a scene of perfect chaos. As the Commandoes numbers begin to thin a panel on the Lambda class shuttle explodes off and suddenly several black armored figures begin pouring out of the cargo hold, defiantly not human. The armored figures begin spreading out like insects moving up the walls of the hangar bay and defying gravity with magnetic feet and hands. Some move to support the troops with blaster weapons. The figures were featureless, humanoid, but covered in back armor with black helmets with a blacked out visor and a red light behind it. Several of these new droids move toward computer systems, their hands literally fold back to reveal hundreds of small metal fibers as they fire off piercing the system they begin manipulating the tractor beam systems and hangar defenses that prevent ships from taking off. The blast doors begin to open and warning lights begin to flash as the tractor beams begin loosing power.

-	Ducking down, again, as the metal chair rebounds once more off the wall, Captain Caiton swipes the edge of her sleeve across her forehead before reaching for the chair again. The chair legs are a bit bent at this point and she eyes it with speculative examination before she grasps ahold of it again and heaves it towards the corner. The transparisteel cover doesn't even looked scratched and Lynae makes a sound of frustration before changing tactics. Grabbing ahold of the back of the chair she begins to beat the chair against the door, after all if this is a rescue attempt, the noise she's creating by smacking the chair against the door will help pinpoint her location. "Come on," she says softly, adjusting her hold on the chair and smacking it against the door again and again. The metal of the chair begins to buckle under the assault, after all, chair's are designed as battering rams.

Davyd keeps his team moving their one goal to get to the Cell of the Captain. A couple of his men go down under the withering fire from the rebels. He doesn't even look back. Using the distraction casued by Darth Malign he slips down the corridor with the cells and with efficient movements sets small charges on the locks to each cell.

As Danik reaches the security deck, he's greeted to chaos. Pure chaos. Yet, it does not phase the man. He has bare witnessed to such chaos for forty years of his life. He's lived in it, fought in it, survived in it, and controlled it. Most of the time. He does not have the luxuary of a command console, with every bit of information neatly laid out for him, with analysts and computers to assist him. He's in the thick of things now, and his only true ally at the moment is the Force, guiding him through the frenzy of blaster bolts and repeaters. Realizing the futility of keeping his Rapier out any longer, Kreldin quickly returns it to his sheath and instead goes for the ST-II attached to his belt.

"Take out those E-webs!" he shouts admist the chaos, watching as several more of the commandos die, leaving him with only four. And Malign is wounded. Great. Kreldin smiles, however, still liking his chances. He hears his Master's shout, and with that Kreldin aims his ST-II at the formation of rebel marines before him, firing off a few shots before realizing he was simply outgunned here. Mumbling to himself, he ducks behind a bulkhead down a corner hall, plotting his next move. He knew the light repeaters had to go first. Closing his eyes, Kreldin reaches out with his feelings, embracing the darkness and allowing it to fill him with the power and strength he needed. Next, he grabs one of the fragmentation grenades and peeks down the corridor; the rebels were distracted by Davyd and his team, proceeding down and planting their charges, and by Malign. IT was his best opportunity. Priming the grenade, he tossed it, letting the Force guide his actions as the grenade hurls towards the rebel gunners.

Any grim statisfaction that Lianna might have felt at the sparks that fly from the hit jamming equipment, it is stalled, by both the rather sudden arrival of that X-Wing that screeches and skitters across the deck, sending Lianna back behind her cover. It is not until the sommersaulting figure of Luke to come into view, the green blade that arches, that Lianna realizes that this is not another attack. Well, not one from the enemy, anyway. That one would happen moments later, the panel to blow and Lianna curses. She knew it! At least the damn shuttle was not rigged to blow...yet. Watching as some of the droids climb up walls and the ceilings, Lianna's eyes widen. What would she give for a couple of DEMP guns now.

R2-D2 lets out a series of shrill cries as he ejects himself from his socket on the crashed X-Wing. Going against his better calculations, he rolls rapidly to the side and falls to the deck, letting out a quick chirp as he dents his body, before balancing out with his third leg. Chirping, he rolls for the safety of a cargo loading device. The marines are the ones who react to the arrival of reinforcements from the shuttle. However, they aren't quite prepared to deal with the third dimension. Blaster bolts go skyward, pegging a couple of the strange black droids and sending them crashing to the ground in spasming deactivation, but soon they are forced to readjust their ranks, in order to fight a threat that now surrounds /them/. Up on the security wing, the carnage unleashed opens a clear path (through charred bodies) to the branching corridors that lead into various cell blocks. With communications now restored, the marines quickly become aware that they won't survive a direct assault. Instead, they initiate a hit and fade maneuver, trying to draw the Imperial invaders down different corridors and hopefully stalling their mission. Of course, they can't possibly comprehend that Sith like Malign and Kreldin won't be tricked by these tactics. In the hangar bay, Skywalker goes to work on the rest of the Imperial commandos hunkered down at the shuttle. Moving in, his lightsaber separates two heads from their armored shoulders, and deflects the blaster bolt into the torso of a third, knocking him down. He pauses in his onslaught just long enough to tear the helmet from his head and fling it forward. His hand remains outstretched, using the Force to propell it into the face of the same trooper, knocking him out cold. Jogging almost sideways, he makes to encircle the shuttle, his eyes and attention on dispatching the Imperial Commandos. His lightsaber swings about in the Soresu fashion, deflecting a pair of blaster bolts back into the droid attackers who sent them before he moves in to disarm one of the crouched Commandos. Literally.

The Security wing's chaos subsides as more sound tactics begin to be implemented by both sides, rather than raw force. Danik's grenade and Davyd's actions were enough to cause ample diversion for the Sith to spring from his hiding place and stalk down the corridor, he bats back laser bolts toward those who fire them at him, literally half-paying attention to them as he stretches out his senses to find Lynae.

He could hear something, faint in the distance and around one of the corners. He moves rapidly that direction as the charges placed by Davyd go off opening all the cells down the primary corridor. As Malign turns the corner he runs face to face with a group of Republic Marines, he takes the moment to smile, before his features grow serious and he cuts them down before the can retreat. He points directly at the cell containing Lynae and then turns to the surviving three men, "Cover me." He says simply as he reaches out in the force and locates Lynae behind it and then driving his saber through the door's locking mechanism, making sure it would impale her. After a few moments the door is forced open and the Sith smirks, "Captain, it seems we have found you." He throws down a blast vest and a rifle, "Arm yourself." Within moments the marines were on them and the Imperials found themselves momentarily pinned in one of the side corridors.

Luke was making short work of the Imperials below but the droids were doing their job. Once they were in position around the marines they began to open fire with a multitude of stun and attack based weaponry raining fire down from all directions of the New Republic forces. A few of the droids drop down around Luke raising some exotic weapons. One's arm opens up and fires its flame thrower at the Jedi Master hopping to keep him off balance as two others move in on the sides one with a chain and the other with a vibro blade.

-	Having backed away from the door for a moment to breath, Lynae had just picked up the chair again in continuation of her plan to keep hammering it against the door, when the locking mechanism of the door suddenly changes apparance dramatically. She stands with the chair held before her in a makeshift sheild, crouched slightly, before the door grinds open and the familiar form of Malign fills the doorway. The only inane thing that leaps to mind is the statment, "Glad to have the right kind of vistors at last," before she grins and tosses the chair aside. Grabbing the rifle with one hand and wiggling into the blast vest immediately after, she checks the safety and the charge on the rifle before following Malign.

With the grenade detonated, and the Sith Master now back in action, Kreldin decides it's time to set off again. The rebels, now relying on hit-and-fade tactics down the various corridors, were still a potent threat, one Kreldin is not about to underestimate. He brings his ST-II up, and he follows down the corridor after Malign, where Lynae's cell was just being opened. He reaches the cell with little incident, with Kreldin doing his best to avoid any direct confrontation with the rebel marines in these tight corridors. Upon arriving at the cell, he offers a quick nod to the doctor. "Didn't think we'd leave you to rot here, did you?" Smirking, Kreldin turns his gaze over to his Master and his expression darkens. "Do you feel it too, Master? It's Skywalker, no doubt about it. I hope there's a contingency plan for Jedi Grand Masters." Kreldin's last confrontation with the Jedi Master left him with dozens of dead stormtroopers, an escaped Jedi prisoner, and a nineteen kilometer long dreadnought left dead in space for a few days. And now they're on Skywalker's home turf - what fun.

Skywalker brings his lightsaber in close, making short, rapid movements. The green blade becomes a blur with the enhanced speed of his arms, deflecting more bolts into the heads and torsos of Imperial Commandos. When the Force whispers to him of a new threat, he pivots about and deflects more bolts from the lightsaber-induced shield before him. Fire, though! You can't deflect fire. Luke tosses himself to the ground, rolling once and coming up into a crouch, saber held aloft, left hand extended. The fire that tries to trace him suddenly explodes back in the direction it came from, enveloping the droid and shorting out its systems. An entire squad of marines are decimated before the platoon is finally ready to return fire, and when they do, it is with a sudden determination and skill that is to be feared, if the droids are programmed for such patterns. Red energy lashes out and creates havok of the bulkheads. Yes, a couple of the droids fall prey, but the marines have a new tactic now. They aren't as interested in destroying droids as they are in distracting them. Shrapnel, smoke, and dust falls from the ceiling, and with the aide of sight-enhancing goggles, the marines are able to pick through the distracting fray and zero in on their targets, by using an electro-scanning setting on their goggles. Up in the security level, the marines are holding their ground in a comparative sense, losing troops but fading enough to keep the losses down somewhat. Marines from two of the squads rip open access panels and hotwire the controls, causing four security blast doors to begin closing, in an attempt to trap some of the Imperials and make their retreat more difficult. Many of them realize they don't stand a chance against Malign, but if they can decrease his guard, they can at least leave a mark.

The Sith moves from the cell and leads the Imperials back toward the Turbolift. Malign raises his hands and forces bulk head panels up from the floor and sends them flying toward the Marine emplacements. His saber is raised to deflect bolts as he takes the brief second to check his chrono, it was now down to around fifteen minutes, there was no time left, "We're out of time." He gestures for everyone to break into a sprint, as one of the Commandoes covers their escape with a smoke grenade. Malign makes a full charge toward the lift. He leaps down the shaft grabbing one of the ropes with his gloved hand and begins sliding down rapidly as smoke from the friction between his glove and the rope begins to accumulate, but before it can burst into flames he reaches his destination and leaps through the lift doors back into the hangar bay raising his saber and moving rapidly toward Skywalker.

The droids continue firing on the Marines, but they had adapted to their strategy and it was evening the odds. The droids began to move into the ventilation shafts and to move through the ship. Perhaps they could divide the security on several decks by causing havoc on several levels of the ship at once.

The Sith straightens his posture and deflects several of the Marines blaster bolts back toward them ending their careers, he speaks into an imbedded comlink in his face mask, "Kreldin, I'm going to need your assistance, Captain, get the shuttle prepped for take off, the one you were brought here in, all units move to retreat." He would have to buy them sometime by facing down the Jedi Master himself, a very daunting task.

-	Chuckling beneath her breath and sporting a grin that's almost as bad as the ones Kreldin and Malign are known for, Captain Caiton remarks, "As long as there are ships left in the fleet that haven't been scratched up, I figured you'd come for me eventually." She chuckles again, taking aim on one of the nearest soldiers in the corridor and takes a carefully aimed shot before leaning one shoulder against the nearest wall. Glad to be on the way to freedom, at last, she spots Levvis in the corridor and flashes a quick grin in his direction. Of all the people to be here at her rescue, he is one she'd recognize anywhere, having seen the distinctive scarring on his battle armor countless times before, and glad to see it once again. Another quick sweep of the rescue team and she notes the marked lack of the 6'6" form of the other Captain Caiton sobers her back to the task on hand. 	Once Malign makes the signal to form up and make for the nearest extraction point from this level, Lynae carefully aims the rifle at the ceiling as she sprints after Malign. The open aperture of the Turbolift causes her to pause for no more than a second before she slings the rifle over one shoulder, feeling the strap snag on her armor before yanking one sleeve down to cover her hand. Leaping blindly into the shaft she grasps desperately for one of the ropes and sliding downward, feeling the immediate heat building up from the rope burn but she grits her teeth and hangs on until the last possible moment.	With a sound of pain mingled triumph, Lynae manages to catch one foot against the back wall of the Turbolift shift and launches herself out onto the flight deck in an undignified roll and literally smacks into some abandoned bit of machinery before coming to a stop. Thankfully it even provides a bit of cover fire, talk about luck. "Aye," she calls out before rolling to her feet, crouching down, bringing the rifle around and gauging the distance from her position to the shuttle used in Tal'sin's escape and bolts for it.

Davyd reaches the Lift, the remaining members of his team do a fighting withdrawl, one more goes down. Davyd makes a grab for the ropes catching a bolt in the back, only his grip on the rope device keeps him from plummting down the shaft. He slams into the bottom and bounces a bit, his armor absorbing most of the shock. He groans and slowly rolls over and crawls out of the shaft.

Their primary objective was complete. Lynae is in their hands. For the time being. Now it's just a matter of escaping. Already casualties were high, but this is to be expected. They are aboard a Star Destroyer, after all. With Lynae in tow, Kreldin follows after the survivors of the commando team on the security deck, keeping in between Lynae and Malign and alongside Davyd, his personal advisor aboard the Broadsword, his ST-II in hand as he rushes towards the turbolift shaft once more. He casts a glance to Lynae as he arrives at the shaft, and orders one of the surviving commandos to assist the doctor in sliding down the rope back to the hangar bay, where, according to reports flooding in from his comlink, a heavy battle was still underway. And where the presence of noneother than Luke Skywalker is being felt, hacking away at Imperial troopers and making Kreldin's life ever the more difficult. But, before Kreldin's orders could be carried out, Lynae is already on her way down. "Women...." Grinning, Kreldin tugs on the rope and prepares himself for the trip down.

A shiver is sent up on the Supreme Commander's side as Skywalker's presence becomes clearer and clear to Kreldin. He knows he doesn't have what it takes to defeat Skywalker. But, like many times before, Kreldin is not about to cower before the Jedi. With Malign by his side, he may just have a chance of escaping here with the captain and both of them in one piece. Sliding down the rope just a few seconds behind his Master, he obeys his orders and sticks to his Master's side, prepared to do whatever his Master bids. If his Master bids him to fight Skywalker, then he'll do so. So is the life of a Sith apprentice. Calling upon the darkness once more to aid and guide him through the chaos, Kreldin rushes through the hangar, keeping a few feet behind Malign as he deflects blaster bolts back to their origin, clearing the way towards their ultimate target: Skywalker.

With a few rapid motions and light footwork, Luke's lightsaber ends the lives of the remaining Imperial Commandos hunkered down helplessly beneath the shuttle. He pauses for the length of a second, breathing the life-giving energy of the Force into his mind, soul, and flesh. The renewed sense of power moves his left hand of its own will, catching two stray blaster bolts where they are absorbed into the flesh and dissipated by the Force, leaving nary but a wisp of smoke in his palm. He swings the lightsaber about and turns to meet Malign, striding toward the Sith Lord with his weapon ready. A shift into the Ataru techniques learned from Master Yoda happens in a flash, and he vaults himself into the air and over Malign's head, striking a glancing blow at the tall Warlord's lightsaber in mid-air. Using the blow to his advantage, he shifts his body aside and lands not behind Malign, but at the Warlord's side, to refrain from being pinned between Malign and Kreldin. "We meet again," he says through calculated breathes, flicking the weapon up to meet Tyler's in an artful swing that locks their sabers together for a squealing moment. R2-D2 peeks out and chitters rapidly, worried for his master, before ducking away again to avoid being melted by a bolt from one of the droids. The marines, now facing a full onslaught, begin spreading out for the protection provided by the nearest bulkhead, where above them are the heavy arms of cranes meant to transport vessels and droids to and fro. It should provide them cover from at least some of the droids on the ceiling, allowing them to focus their fire to the ones on the walls.

Luke was fast, too fast. Malign's saber quickly raises to meet his and he then shifts his weight to avoid a death blow from the Jedi Master. The Sith hisses and his features form into a smirk, "Indeed, Skywalker, I thought we owed you a visit." He smirks. He relaxes his posture and then rolls away from Luke. The Sith then shifts his feet and then leaps up into the air bringing his saber down on him. The white saber provides a brilliant arc toward him. His hazel eyes shift up and toward Danik, beckoning to help him. If they attack on two angles they might be capable of knocking him off balance.

Across the ship Malign's droid begin attacking security, and personnel and creating ship wide havoc. They were fighting to the last droid, those remaining on the hangar deck turn toward Skywalker, rapidly moving with their weapons raised to protect their Master. If they could over whelm him just for a moment to provide them all with a means to escape, Malign grasps out for the darkside as his aura darkens rapidly and he reaches within him fueling his strength. His free hand begins to glow with energy as he hurls a Bolt of Hatred toward Skywalker's chest at point blank before pivoting to make another slash toward him.

-	Trusting that she won't get shot by one of her own men, Captain Caiton crosses the distance to the commandeered shuttle and skidding to a halt beside it. She can hear the battle joined behind her, knowing that Malign and Kreldin are engaging Skywalker. Punching in the security code to board the shuttle, she steps aside, crouching down and bringing the rifle around to take a few potshots at the NR soldiers scattered around the room. As soon as the landing ramp is down enough for her to climb aboard she does so, practically throwing herself through the ship towards the cockpit and dropping down into one of the pilot seats up there. She begins bringing the ship online even as she switches on the com system, dials the correct frequency and calls out the remaining rescue team, "COMPNOR 1 prepping for final extraction, all hands fall back."

The frenzy duel before him mesmerizes old Kreldin. Malign's white blade against Skywalker's green. The dance of blades is enough to excite Kreldin, who, despite his long existence and close relations to the Jedi and Sith, does not often get the opportunity to witness a lightsaber duel up close and personal. Knowing his Master would need all the help he can get, Kreldin trains his ST-II on Skywalker, taking a few steps back to keep his distance, knowing full well the dangers of the lightsaber. Get too close and Kreldin will find himself in pieces. Taking careful aim to not hot his Master, Kreldin surpresses the trigger, sending a red lance towards Luke. Not much, but hopefully it'll distract the Jedi enough to give Malign an edge.

Luke slips to the side, angling his saber flat to recieve Malign's blow and fence it at an unintended angle. Sensing blasts coming his way, he spins about and moves the lightsaber in a circle, then tightens it down to send the blasts back toward the droids, pegging a couple and dropping them to the ground. Throughout the ship, Malign's droids do a fair bit of damage before marines and security are able to put them down. The marines in the hangar bay, having called in yet another wave of reinforcements, now turn their attention on the droids who have turned on Skywalker. Leaving themselves open, a number of the marines take hits and fall, but a greater number of droids take hits, easing the demand on Luke to stay alive. Fortunately for Danik, Luke is so overwhelmed that he isn't able to focus on deflecting the blast back to the Admiral. Skywalker reaches out and meets the bolt of hatred with an outstreched hand. The collision of hatred against the power wielded by Luke is of such strength that a thundering clap of energy goes throughout the hangar bay, rattling some shrapnel on the floor around the two duelists. Air itself seems to warp between their outstretched hands, and Skywalker absorbs the dark energy with an abrupt stumble backward. He raises his weapon just in time to prevent his head from being slashed from his shoulders, and in the blink of an eye, the Force pushes him forward. The lightsaber clashes with Malign's several times as he attempts to drive the Sith Lord back, his elbow sneaking through the onslaught once and jabbing at Malign's cheek. The final motion in his attack brings his blade dangerously close to Malign's hand, inches from severing it before it's caught by the white blade and the motion stopped.

The energy required to keep up the duel was intense. Malign clinches his teeth in time to take Luke's strike as blood comes out of his mouth and he coughs, as he deflects the last strike he stumbles backward placing a hand on his cheek and grinning, "Master Skywalker, I never realized what a good elbow you had." He licks his lips tasting his own blood before raising his saber again, "Kreldin, withdraw to the shuttle." He says simply reaching out and mentally grabbing shrapnel from the ground with a telekentic grip and flinging it toward Skywalker. As the pieces of metal begin flying toward the Jedi Master, Malign lurches to the attack again raising his saber but then quickly ducking down and driving upward toward the Jedi's throat. He then leaps into the air, tumbling over the Jedi Master attempting to sweep his legs out from under him at the same time swinging his saber high in the opposite direction, like a scissor motion.

His personal guards were dwindling in number and his own attacks were going to grow more and more fruitless as time was going on. Time was running out, they had to withdraw to secure their ships and the Captain or all would be lost. His mind began to play a series of options in his mind as he was beginning to piece together a plan. Blood, continued to run down his face from Skywalker's blow, and his cheek was turning purple with bruising.

-	Keeping a portion of her attention on the battle still unfurling in the hangar, Captain Caiton resists the urge to duck when the two Forces of nature collide with an audible clap of sound and accompanying visual distortion. Once more making a personal resolution to never be caught between two unhappy Force wielders, she brings the engines online as well as the rest of the surviving group fall back to the shuttle, clamboring aboard and collapsing back against the inner walls of the shuttle, weapons still held ready and aimed at the landing ramp. Her hands move steadily, bringing one system up after another, even the weapons systems are brought to life and flicker once before giving a solid reading. She turns her gaze back on Malign and Skywalker, "Just one shot," she breathes in a low voice, her eyes narrowing and a expression forming on her face that is a window into the hate that she bears for all that carry the flag of the republic. Only the sound of a wounded soldier falling into a seat in the shuttle draws her attention away from the opportunity.

No matter how hard Kreldin tried, his blaster bolts could just not find their mark. Skywalker was just too fast. The bolts were deflected, but fortuntately were not well aimed, as the Jedi was apparently far too distracted by the overwhelming number of blasts coming at him - plus the Sith Lord he dueled. Cursing, Kreldin considers threatening the Jedi with explosives, but decides not to, remembering previous incidents aboard the Malevolence with grenades and the Jedi. Instead, as Malign recovers from the blow to his face, his orders are given to him: retreat. He doesn't know how to react for the first second. Then he's turning around and running towards the shuttle. While a part of him wishes to stay behind and fight with his Master, he knows better than to disobey Malign, and besides that, staying would only be suicide. Skywalker was the first of their worries: there were still plenty of Marines aboard the ship, ready to counter-attack in full force. So Kreldin is on his way to the shuttle, preparing for his escape with the rest of the team.

A few minor cuts won't kill him. Skywalker takes the hits in favor of evading the more dangerous pieces with an acrobatic twirl, ducking down upon landing to evade two hefty chunks of duracrete. Coming up, the Force alerts him to the attack, and he blocks Malign's thrust with a spark of energy as the blades meet. One of Luke's legs are caught by the sweeping motion, and he ends up tumbling in the air, calling on the Force to prevent himself from striking the ground. Malign's saber whizzes past his ear, so close that some of his hair is now charred from the contained plasma. He lands like a spider, legs spread and one hand planted on the ground, the other raising the lightsaber to keep Malign's defenses going. The marines press the attack, every ounce of their effort on bringing down the last of the droids. A few of them turn to shoot at the retreating Imperial team, but their blasts only pelt against the wall of the COMPNOR shuttle, scoring it with cosmetic damage. Yet still they remain hunkered under the protection of the massive crane arms above them. Reinforcements scurry into the hangar bay from beyond, forming a perimiter around the walls in an attempt to once again trap the Imperial retreatees in a circle of manpower. If something doesn't snap soon, the dance might continue until the stink of blood is so foul that men and sentient alike should no longer breathe so easily. "I don't like to give away all my secrets," says Luke between a break in the duel, before raising his weapon up to strike another drawing blow. But then, he senses something. Eyes widening, he vaults himself backwards and away from Malign, flipping once before landing firmly on the dust-ridden deck. His eyes widen.

Malign smirks deflecting another blow slowing moving back toward the shuttle. He was panting heavily before he shakes his head, "Your intuition is beyond belief." He says darkly before simply raising his hand and then the massive crane's arm begins to creak as he literally breaks the supports and then allows gravity to take its course and send the massive machinery toward the crowd of marines underneath it. The Sith then takes advantage of this and moves like a blur toward the Shuttle, "Good bye Skywalker."

He turns and moves up the ramp of the vessel with the remaining commandoes. He was safe for now, as he went to examining his body, he could see burn marks from a lightsaber, just on his clothing, perhaps Skywalker could have killed him several times over, and that haunts him to his core. His face pales and looks out of the Shuttle toward the Jedi as the machinery is slowly falls toward the ground. He slams the close command on the ramp and shouts toward the survivors, "Launch!" before moving toward the Cockpit and strapping in to help Lynae pilot.