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Mar 6th, 2021, 03:02:03 AM
#221
Biting her lip at Ben's ask, Cerie only nodded as she steeled herself. One last gentle rub at her neck, and the cast a last look to the Selonian. Otherwise occupied with Shuvin's new toy-buddy. Shuvin's buddy. Friend. Pal. Whatever he was. He had a lightsabre though, and that was waaaaay above her paygrade in terms of getting involved.
But at least she could squirrel herself across the bay toward Alderaan.
Just in time, of course, to catch in her peripheral vision the sight of the Imperial Queen of Bad Breath sail through the air on a trajectory that would intersect with Alderaan.
She didn't slow her pace... rather it quickened as she hoped to beat that furred accordion to the prize.
"Ben!!!"
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Dec 16th, 2021, 07:16:47 AM
#222
Shuvin, on later retellings of this adventure, was not in the least ashamed to say that she screamed when the Selonian landed on the glass of the cockpit, her white laser sword somehow gleaming and setting off little flares in the transparisteel of the viewport.
"Holy mother of fucking krayt dragons!" she screeched, jerking badly in her shock. With her hands still on the yoke of the ship, Alderaan swayed as well, the starboard edge of the ship banging roughly into the docking bay's wall. Unfortunately, the motion didn't unseat the Imperial Knight, whose seemingly empty black eyes fixed on her with baleful intent.
Shuvin, for her part, couldn't look away as the white blade was raised into the air. She knew that it would come down and shear open the cockpit, but her mind was blank from fear and shock. She only had time to think, to pray, to the one thing she trusted most in the galaxy.
'Ben!'
As if in answer to her prayer, blaster bolts lanced past the viewport, forcing the laser sword from its attack to a defense, parrying a few into the hull and viewport of the ship, and others into the walls and ceiling of the docking bay. She glanced to the side, and saw Ben standing in the open floor of the bay, his pistol held in both hands and trained on the Knight and still firing short bursts at the Selonian with surprising accuracy. Given a moment to recover from the sight of her imminent death and the shift in the fight, Shuvin focused and turned the ship to face the docking bay doors.
"Shuvin!" Ben's voiced echoed from the comms. "The cargo lift! Lower the lift and get Cerie on board!"
"Right!" she answered, and smashed the button on the console, and smiled with satisfaction as the indicator light flashed green.
"Where's Loki?" She asked, her eyes flitting back up to the Imperial, who was still batting away a near constant stream of blaster fire from Ben's pistol.
"Worry about him when big and hairy isn't trying to carve its way into the ship!" was Ben's reply, and while she wanted to argue, she couldn't atually find fault in the logic, though there was something in Ben's voice that gave her a smidgen of worry.
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Jan 16th, 2022, 07:03:17 PM
#223
Vissica's teeth bared in irritation at the sudden flash of resistance from the previously-meek Captain Merraska. She deflected his shots in an unusually-deferential way, opting not to return his bolts to sender, but taking care not to.
"Enough!"
The Selonian Knight reached a paw out, and Ben's next shot veered wildly off course as he felt something unseen wrench at the blaster, twisting it in his grip severely enough to cause pain if the human tried to retain control. As she did so, Vissica plunged her saber into the canopy hull plating, causing a shaft of white heat and a torrent of sparks to drop a scant few feet behind Shuvin.
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