The Sith rounded the corner, and immediately their blaster were up, ready to fire. But I was quicker. Sliding my vibrosword under his blaster, I flicked it up into his face, startling him. Moving effortlessly, I stepped behind the surprised soldier, placing him between me and his comrade. I swiftly opened his neck with the vibrosword and kicked the corpse towards his friend, who recoiled in shock. Leaping over the body, I jammed my sword under his chin, under those stupid-looking face visors of theirs and spiked his head. Lights out. The entire exchange took a matter of two seconds. Behind me, Trask had just managed to get his blaster out of its holster and was looking at me with a mixture of wonder and shock.
"Close that mouth of yours, and stop staring. We've got a job to do, remember?"
Trask shut his mouth with an abrupt clop and nodded. We travelled down the hallway, taking out multiple Sith squadrons as we went. These Sith seemed even more sluggish than they usually were. Even surprised, killing them wasn't normally this easy, they were like children with toys.
Meanwhile
Carth paced backwards and forwards, blasters clutched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Behind him sat a young Jedi, with striking violet eyes, a smooth complexion, and, frankly, beautiful features. A small green nebulus seemed to float around her head. She was of course, using her Battle Meditation. He sighed. She needed to escape! Here she was, the key to the entire Republic war effort, hanging around on a ship that had already been boarded by an entire battalion of Sith troopers and space only knows what else. There was a loud banging that sounded upon the door. They both jumped. Carth looked at Bastila and silently nodded, indicating towards the escape pod. She rolled her eyes and clambered into the small pod. She pulled the lever to escape, but sat upon the floor and continued her meditation. Carth shook his head and smiled. Maybe it was the uplifting effect of the Battle Meditation, but sometimes Bastila's childish stubbornness reminded him of… He shook his head. Here he was, a soldier stuck in a war zone and he was reminiscing. He looked upon his datapad, the live feed from several cameras active. He frowned and the bridge display. The doors opened, and two men charged in. One was clad in Republic armour, and was shooting, fairly randomly, at anything that moved with his blaster. The other one looked unfamiliar, must have been a transfer. He moved with the lithe grace of a dancer, batting aside blows and moving between the Sith like water flowing over and between rocks. Carth watched awhile, impressed. That man had just charged into a room filled with 6 Sith soldiers and slaughtered them all. He could be useful…
Damn that Trask idiot! I was starting to think that he was more of a hindrance than a help. He was greener than a Dantooine pasture. But, I'd never been one to leave a man behind, and I wasn't about to start now. We opened the door, and saw a sight that made us freeze. Out of the room, down the hallway, stood a Dark Jedi. Trask, at last, was quick to react. Swiftly stepping into the hallway, he yelled,
"Get out of here! You get to the escape pods, go!" and slammed down the blast door controls. The door to the hallway closed, trapping Trask with the Dark Jedi, but also cutting him off from me. I shook my head in wonder, green as grass, but one of the bravest men I'd ever seen. It seemed prudent to make good use of the time Trask had bought me, so I headed into the starboard section of the ship, towards the escape pods…
