New chapter up. Yay!
The plan to gain access to the compound by blowing a hole in the side of the building worked like a charm. They didn't even find any enemy combatants until they were well into the compound.
Havoc squad found heavier and heavier resistance the closer they got to the chamber Quinn guessed would contain the captive Jedi master. Fortunately, though heavy, the soldiers weren't overwhelming. The squad had little difficulty cutting down the forty or so soldiers, using 4X's new and improved armoring to deflect most of the heavy fire.
Once outside the chamber, 4X, Vik and Yuun took up positions outside the door, while the others rushed in, covering all directions. The chamber was obviously meant for interrogations, judging by all the tools scattered about used for information gathering. Some were electronic and others looked more like old fashioned torture devices.
There were only two people in the chamber. One was a slight man wearing an Imperial officer's uniform. He seemed to be controlling a device connected to the second person, Master Jerel. He was strapped to a table, which was inclined to the point where he was almost in a standing position, though he didn't' look conscious. The officer turned sharply, pointing a blaster. Jorgan took a shot and hit him in the hand, disarming the man. He yelped, clutching the injury to his chest and taking several steps back.
Deshan and Jorgan pulled him away from the control panel and the unconscious Jedi, allowing Dorne to step in.
"You're too late. The Jedi's mind has been scrambled beyond repair. It was fun watching him scream."
"Elara?' Deshan asked.
"Unfortunately, he's not lying, Sir. This machine is used to extract information from a person's brain. A side effect is the person is pretty much left an empty shell."
Jorgan sighed. "So, we're too late."
"Maybe not." Elara said, still working the controls of the machine. "The amount of damage done is directly related to the amount of information extracted. According to these reading, they were unable to extract anything from Master Jerel. Something was blocking their efforts."
"Well, he is a Jedi. Do you think it's possible he was able to protect himself?" Deshan asked.
"I won't dare to guess, Sir. I know far too little about Force users. I've learned a great deal from Quinn, but in this area, I'm totally blind. If we can get him back to the ship, I'll be able to actually determine if there is any real damage to this brain."
The officer began to laugh, almost a cackle. "You'll never leave here alive. Particularly you, traitor." He pointed at Elara. "Once my Lord is finished with the other traitor, you'll all be strapped to tables like the Jedi. Darth Thanaton hates traitors. I look forward to see what dirty secrets are locked away in your brains."
"That's enough out of you." Jorgan grumbled, hitting the Imperial on the head with the butt of his gun. He fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Thank you Captain." Deshan said.
"A pleasure, Sir. What's the plan." He replied.
"We take Master Jerel with us, we find Quinn, help her dispose of Thanaton, or at the very least incapacitate him, long enough for us to get the hell outta here. We'll take out the compound from the air. Dorne, download anything useful from the machine. With any luck, Quinn can help with Jerel."
Jorgan and Dorne got the Jedi unstrapped and carried him out to the hall, which had been completely quiet since they arrived.
"Vik, take the Jedi. You, Dorne and Yunn get him back to the ship and get it ready. The rest of us will go collect our Force user and meet you there. Get all weapons charged. I plan to make a crater out of this compound." Deshan ordered.
Vik chuckled. "Got it boss. Sounds like fun."
The three headed back the way they came, while 4X, the Major and Captain Jorgan headed deeper into the compound. They had a faint idea where they were going, since Quinn was most likely in the main chamber with Thanaton. It wasn't hard to find, once they began hearing the distinctive sounds of two people battling with lightsabers.
The sound made them hurry just a little faster. Quinn was still alive, but for how long?
Jorgan gritted his teeth and trudged on. Hold on, Quinn, backup's on its way.
To Be Continued...