Ord Mantell
Trouble exists in many places all around the galaxy, but none is more prevalent than Ord Mantell. Ord Mantell can be said to be in the middle of nowhere - convenient for those wishing to lay low. But at the same time, it is located close to some major hyperspace trade routes, making it a thriving port. The combination of these two factors have made Ord Mantell a smuggler's haven.
A world of varied terrain, Ord Mantell's continent of Worlport boasts a sprawl of cities along its southern shore. It is this part of Ord Mantell that many regard as a safe port, free of Sith patrols. It isn't Nar Shadaa, but Ord Mantell is mercifully much more pleasant and clean.
Rekkon took the Ebon Hawk in for a landing, but got caught up in a long line of trading vessels waiting to dock at Worlport.
"We're in for a wait," he said, "But I doubt the Sith will find us here."
"You're not worried?" Joran asked.
"Well, it isn't exactly the greatest planet in the Bright Jewel Systems Cluster, but it's the safest. A lot of people come here for tourism and as a result you get a lot of shady deals, shady gangs, and shady gambling."
"I would suggest we move on to another planet," Vrook said, coming up to the cockpit, "It is highly unlikely that any Jedi would be here."
"You're probably right, Master Vrook," Rekkon answered, "But it's only one of four worlds that are even uploaded to the Star Charts. I figured it's worth a shot at least."
"What do you think, Skywalker?" Master Vrook asked, eager to hear what Joran was thinking.
"Well, I'd like to at least look around. If anything, we'll probably pick up some cheap supplies."
"Okay, hang on," Rekkon said as the Ebon Hawk began to shift downward, "I got an opening at Wolport's dock and I'm taking it." With a swoosh, the Ebon Hawk dived gracefully through the pink-tinted clouds and descended upon the landscape. Joran peered out of the cockpit's window and glanced at the yellow sand beaches and gray ocean waters.
Just ahead was the Worlport continent, rising high above the surroundings in a cluster of tall, roundish buildings. The buildings were old, but well-maintained so as not discourage the occasional tourist from dropping by to spend time, and credits.
The dock itself was rounded like a huge oval with mooring clamps sticking out like large claws. With a thud, the Ebon Hawk settled into the clamps as the devices slowly pulled the old freighter up to the walkway.
"You two go ahead," Master Vrook said when they had landed, "I'll stay here and meditate a while. I feel as though something important will soon happen and I want to be interceding on our behalf."
Joran, Rekkon and T3-M4 left the ship to the care of the Worlport mechanics and made their way through the busy dock to get to the city. The walkway was quite crowded that day. Countless species of aliens from all over the galaxy worked hard to move shipments of everything from rare spices to Ithorian plants to a few illegal shipments of weapons and credits. No one took time to notice the two Jedi and their loyal droid, which was fine by them.
The central commerce area housed most of the city's businesses, and most of its population. If citizens weren't working, they were probably spending their credits on what ever trappings the vendors had to offer.
The square Joran and Rekkon headed for was a large area surrounded by man different types of buildings. Some were kept up better than others while some had become so degenerate they had been reduced to being salvage dumps. Only the government-sanctioned buildings carried over the same brown-colored, roundish shapes. It was after they had entered the central square of the commerce section that T3 started beeping and whistling loudly.
"What's wrong with him?" Rekkon asked, not really concerned of the droid's well-being. The droid turned to Joran.
"I don't know," Joran replied, "I can't understand what in space it's saying. Maybe we should take it to a droid shop."
"Good idea, there's probably a lot of them here in Worlport. Let's get started." After passing many vendors of various types, the two Jedi stopped in front of a small dome-shaped shop that had "Juka's Droids" stenciled in Huttese. With this being as good a place as any to start, Joran led the ailing T3 unit inside. Rekkon paused.
"What is it?" Joran asked.
"I'm going to go to the local cantina and see what I can find."
"This isn't the time to get drunk or play pazaak."
"No, I'm going over there and see what kind of information I can dig up. If there's a Jedi here, I'll find him."
"Fine," Joran said, "Meet me back at the ship."
Inside the shop, various droids stood vacantly along the dirty walls. Some were deactivated while others were stuck in a continual greeting loop in an attempt to lure potential buyers. Random droid parts hung from the ceiling, some dangerously close to Joran's head. He was just ducking a battle droid's dangling arms when a green Rodian addressed him.
"Hey, welcome to my shop," he said in his native language, "I'm Juka. You need droid parts? A new droid perhaps? Oh, wait. I see you have one. Perhaps he needs work?"
"I'm not sure," Joran answered, "I can't understand what he's trying to tell me. Do you think you could translate it?"
"Translate?" the Rodian scratched his head, "Ah, no. I can't understand them either, honestly."
"But you own a droid shop," Joran protested, "How can you be a droid salesman if you don't understand them?"
"Eh, I just sell 'em and fix 'em." Juka said, "That's it." Discouraged, Joran turned to leave when a tall battle droid looked up at him.
"Declaration: Your T3 unit is suffering from a bad motivator. It would be advised that you replace it immediately or his memory core will become infected. Suggestion: However, if you deem the unit unnecessary, I would be delighted to dispose of him for you."
T3 beeped sadly and backed away at the droid's assessment.
"You understand what he's saying?" Joran asked, surprised.
"Statement: Oh yes. T3 units are quite familiar to me. I have had much experience with their kind, though I am quite partial to other tasks."
"Other tasks?" Joran asked, "Such as?"
"Explanation: I am HK-47. I am a high-quality assassination droid. While I am not currently the newest model to date, I do have more experience in combat training and battle tactics than any of the newer models."
"So you understand T3 units and you have battle training. Anything else you're good at?"
"Answer: I am HK-47. I am most probably the best assassination droid money can buy. Any one with three-thousand credits could see that."
They were interrupted by Juka, poking his head around the corner. "Is that HK droid bothering you? I'll have to fix him one of these days."
"Fix him?" Joran inquired, "What's wrong with him?"
"Can't you see?" Juka said, "He keep bothering customers by telling them how good he is. No matter what I do, he refuses to shut up."
"Hesitant Answer:" HK-47 interjected, "Juka is only non-familiar with standard codes of business. He is unaware of the true value I possess."
"How much to take him off your hands?" Joran asked.
"Oh really? You'd do that?" Juka said, elated, "I give you a good deal; fifteen-hundred credits."
"Done," Joran handed over the credits and left the shop with T3 and HK-47 in tow. HK-47, quite pleased to be released from his place at Juka's shop, began asking Joran questions.
"Statement: Master, as it seems that I am an assassination droid, I require weapons in order function properly as such. I am not skilled in melee combat."
"What kind of weapons are you looking at?"
"Answer: Oh, nothing fancy, Master. Some simple blasters and frag grenades will suffice, if you approve of course."
"We'll see what we can do," Joran said, "But we have other matters to attend to."
"Resignation: Very well Master. I will leave you to your important affairs." After that, the assassination droid fell silent as they walked amid the busy streets of Worlport.
- - - - -
Worlport's cantinas were like most cantinas anywhere else in the galaxy; complete with the sights and sounds to match. At Queedle's Cantina, things were the same, save for one hooded figure that walked cautiously amid the rest of the frequent patrons. The hooded figure was Rekkon Terak, and he was figuring out how to best to go about asking around for Jedi.
After wandering around the Pazaak tables, the Swoop registry table, and the dancer's lounge, Rekkon took up a seat at the bar and ordered Corellian Ale. He non-chalantly removed his cloak and sipped the drink.
From across the bar, however, he had caught the eye of the red-haired pilot who had come to their aid on Dantooine. She watched as tall Zabrak in an armored jacket and a vibrosword slung on his back came up to Rekkon.
"You look a little out of place here, Jedi." The Zabrak said, taking a seat next to Rekkon. "Not many of your kind come here."
Rekkon placed his hand on his lightsaber and readied himself in case of danger. He sincerely didn't wish to fight this guy amidst a mob of angry bounty hunters and loan sharks.
"You need something?" the Zabrak asked, "I know you didn't come to Queedle's looking fro Corellian Ale."
"As a matter of fact, I came seek information."
"Ord Mantell's full of information. What are you looking for?"
"A friend, I guess."
"You guess? Oh, I get it; you're looking for another Jedi, aren't you?"
"Yes." Rekkon said, "And I'd appreciate it if you kept it down."
"Don't worry," the man said, "I won't ruin my chances at some cold hard credits."
"Who said I'm paying you?" Rekkon said, "I don't even know who are."
"The name's Iaco Evazan," the Zabrak thrust his hand forward and Rekkon shook it, "It just so happens I'm looking for a Jedi, too."
"You're a bounty hunter."
"Yeah, that's about it."
"Well you're not taking me alive." Rekkon said defensively as he removed his lightsaber from his belt.
"Easy, Jedi," Iaco said, "I'm not here to collect a bounty on you. Ever since that crime lord Goto broke that truce, bounty hunters everywhere have decided it's just not worth it to try and take out a Jedi. Besides, if they haven't done anything illegal, nobody's got a reason to go after them."
"What exactly do you need to find a Jedi for?"
"My reasons are my own." Iaco answered, "Don't worry about it."
"Look, do you know of any Jedi or not?"
"Sure do, but there's a slight problem."
"I knew there was a catch. What is with you bounty hunters and your conditional arrangements?"
"There is a Jedi here," the Zabrak bounty hunter explained, "But she's being held in a maximum security prison at the Ten Mile Plateau. Believe me; This isn't your average force cage and no one gets in there on a visitor's permit. Fortunately, I have a spliced pass card that will get us into the hangar bay. From there, it's only a matter of time before the guards notice you're there and started sending out troops. I've wanted to get in there myself, but I don't have manpower or a ship to do it."
"You should talk to Joran," Rekkon said, "If he agrees, we can use our ship to get there."
"Sounds like a plan," Iaco said. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two Gran bounty hunters enter the cantina. "Uh-oh."
"Looks like trouble follows you on a regular basis." Rekkon commented as he grabbed his lightsaber.
"Not so fast, Jedi." Iaco said as the Gran thugs approached them, "We may be able to talk our way out of this one." The thugs seemed intent on approaching Iaco and no one else as they pushed patrons out of their way. One man almost protested until he caught sight of Mandalorian disruptor rifles at their sides.
"Hey, Iaco!" one of them said, "You hangin' out with Jedi now?"
"Don't think a Jedi's gonna keep you safe," the second one said, "It's time we collect our credits." They both raised their rifles to take aim.
"So much for conversation!" Rekkon said as flew from the side of the bar to the first thug. At first, all the Gran saw was a leaping Jedi in a gray robe. Then all he saw was sight of Rekkon's green-bladed lightsaber slashing him in an uppercut as the world went black.
Iaco Evazan had also spun to face the thugs and pulled the double-bladed vibrosword from its sheath and took a swipe at the second Gran. The Gran blocked the first attack with the butt of his rifle, but as he tried to steady his aim again, Iaco spun the vibrosword high in the air and brought it down swiftly upon the thug's head. The lifeless body slumped to the floor.
"I think it best if we leave quickly," Iaco said, putting his vibrosword back in its place, "The authorities will be coming soon." Rekkon and the bounty hunter left quickly while the cantina's patrons gasped at the violent act.
- - - - -
Back at the central commerce square, Joran Skywalker was waiting impatiently for Rekkon. He was several minutes late. When his fellow apprentice returned, he was followed by a tall Zabrak in an armor jacket.
"Sorry were late," Rekkon huffed, "We ran into some trouble."
"Or rather, it ran into us," Iaco corrected.
"Who's this?" Joran asked, "And where have you been?"
"I'm afraid questions will have to wait for later." The bounty hunter said, "We've got more company." Joran and Rekkon turned in the direction of Iaco's pointing finger and noticed that several armed soldiers of the Ord Mantell security force had poured into the square. Citizens and vendors quickly realized that things were about to get messy and left in a flurry.
"Statement: It seems we are wanted by the authorities." HK-47 said, "They appear to have no desire to negotiate."
"Well, then," Joran said, removing his shining lightsaber hilt twirling it in his hands, "It seems they've given us no choice. Defend yourselves."
"Exclamation: With pleasure, Master."
"I hope you can explain this later, Rekkon." Joran said as his fellow apprentice also readied himself.
"Let's stick to dispatching these guards, shall we, Joran?" Rekkon said with air of authority.
"Halt!" shouted the guard captain, "By authority of the Sith Empire you are ordered to surrender or die!"
"Sith?" Rekkon exclaimed, "I didn't know Ord Mantell was under Sith occupation?"
"Neither did I!" Joran said, surprised that the guards were hiding behind a Sith banner of authority. "Are you sure you don't want to negotiate?"
"There are no negotiations where the Sith are concerned. Admiral Fyyar has given me this mantle and I intend to use it! Men, open fire!"
"Your loss." Rekkon said with a mischievous grin as he activated his lightsaber. The guards and their blaster fire enveloped the small group. Joran's blue blade burst from the hilt as he repelled a flurry of blaster fire. HK-47 drew a blaster and retaliated. The mysterious bounty hunter also joined the fray, twirling his vibrosword and striking out against the guards. Even T3 managed to stun a few of the nearby guards, sending them unconscious to the ground.
Joran rushed forward to cover their left. Two guards ran at him with vibroblades as he struck one in mid stride, and then the other in same fashion.
Then a grenade was thrown. The explosion sent Joran to the ground. A guard rushed up and threatened him with a blaster. "Your time is up, Jedi!"
In a flash, the blue blade of Joran's lightsaber flashed up at the guards, cutting the blaster off at the hilt. The startled guard jumped back and steadied himself. Then, seeing he had no weapon, turned and ran cover. Joran jumped to his feet and continued the attack.
Rekkon was also assaulting the guards furiously, swinging his blade in powerful, long strides as the guards helplessly fell left and right. Iaco was noticing his method of combat. It was unpolished, but very fierce aggressive.
"We'd better leave soon!" Iaco said amidst the turmoil, "They'll have us outnumbered if we continue this charade!" Both Joran and Rekkon felt that it was wise. They quickly made haste towards the docking area.
It was difficult to navigate through the crowd amidst the many traders and mechanics on the dock's walkway, but the fact that probably all of Ord Mantell knew who they were helped hurry them along.
"Our ship's over here!" Rekkon said as they approached the Ebon Hawk. He stopped suddenly when he saw that Master Vrook was waiting outside for them.
"What have you gotten yourselves into this time?" he said, arms crossed.
"There isn't really time to explain, Master Jedi." Said Iaco, "We really must hurry."
"Well, onwards and upwards it is." The old Jedi resigned. Soon the group of five was stowed away aboard the Ebon Hawk as Rekkon took them up into the sky. After rising up into orbit, Iaco jumped into the copilot's seat and proceeded to furiously work on the security console.
"What are you doing?" Rekkon asked.
"Recalibrating our frequency signature," the bounty hunter explained, "They've probably already figured out that we're on a ship from the docks. If I can change our signature, they won't have a chance of knowing which one of billion freighters it is."
"Can't we just hid between two cruisers and call it good?"
"In case you haven't noticed, this ship isn't exactly of the mundane variety. They'll spot it anywhere. By the way," he turned to Joran, "Where'd you get Davik Kang's personal ship?"
"I believe," Master Vrook said, "That any questions you have about our vessel will have to wait until you are certain that they can't track us."
"Sure thing," Iaco said, "There! It's done. Head over to that continent to your right."
"Where are we going?" Joran asked, "I think it's best to leave."
"According to your friend here you're looking to recruit some Jedi. It just so happens that one is being held at the maximum security prison at the Ten Mile Plateau."
"How do we know we can trust you?" Joran said, suspicious of this new ally.
"He speaks the truth," Vrook said, "I have felt her presence while I was meditating. It is no mistake that this bounty hunter is among us."
"And on that note, nice to make your acquaintance," the bounty hunter said, "My name's Iaco Evazan."
"It seems we are acquainted," Vrook said, retreating to the comm display, "While you plot a course I must warn the Republic of the Sith control of this planet. This development is most disturbing."
- - - - -
Far across the expanse of space, the Sith Lord stood upon the bridge of his ship, glancing back on the Star Forge and all its glory. There was one thing he needed; power.
Apparently the Star Forge required an immense source of power, far beyond what the Sith Empire's technicians could come up with. They could manipulate it for a moment, but to be effective, they needed to learn the source of power that fuelled the original Star Forge that Revan had conquered. That was why it was so vital that they find those maps from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
A few of the men had suggested a raid on the temple, but the time it would take to organize a large enough fleet would alert the Republic to their plan. No, it needed to be later. Much later. He would have to dispose of the Jedi apprentices first, and then his plan to find the power source would be unabated.
But the Sith Lord had not been idle during Joran and Rekkon's quest. He had been preparing for their doom in advance as the ancient masters had instructed.
"Admiral Fyyar." The Sith Lord addressed his second in command coldly over the comlink.
"Yes, my Lord?" came the answer.
"How are my students doing?"
"Quite well, my Lord. You've trained them quite admirably."
"I am pleased that you think so. Inform them that they are soon to be deployed. I will speak with them myself."
"Of course, my Lord." The comlink went silent. So far, only good things had happened. The plan was unfolding rapidly.
- - - - -
"Okay, listen up," Iaco said, calling the crew of the Ebon Hawk to attention. The group was station around the map projector in the ship's main hold, listing to Iaco's plan to spring the Jedi from the prison on the Ten Mile Plateau.
"I can get you into the hangar bay at the south end, but it's up to you help me get through the guards we're going to encounter."
"Statement:" HK-47 interjected, "I would most certainly enjoy being part of this expedition, Master. I thoroughly enjoyed dispatching the guards this afternoon."
"Well, then this is for you," Iaco continued, "Because once we're through those doors we're going to face more opposition than angry sarlacc. From that point on we'll have no more than a few minutes to get your Jedi friend and split."
"Who did you plan on taking?" Joran asked, "Some of us need to stay behind and keep the ship primed for take off."
"Seeing as Rekkon's the only other pilot here, I'd say he'll have to stay behind."
"It would probably bore me anyway." Rekkon said, arms crossed.
"The rest of the crew is up to you, Skywalker." The bounty hunter continued.
"I'll go with you and Master Vrook to the prison. Rekkon and the droids can stay here."
"You're leaving me with these two trash compactors?"
"Beep Beep Dwoooooooo." T3 chirped happily.
"Revolting Statement: It would not be my first choice to spend time with a meat bag such as yourself."
"Listen here, you bucket of bolts," Rekkon fumed, "I'll burn a hole through your circuits so quick you'll wish you were never activated!"
"Enough," Joran said, "Stay here and wait for us."
"Sure thing."
"Get ready for some action." Iaco said, fingering a frag grenade.
Soon, the Ebon Hawk was approaching the prison. The skies were already turning dark. It would be night soon on the Ten Mile Plateau.
The prison came into view shortly after a dive through the orange clouds. From the air, it seemed like a fortress. Turrets and battle droids lined the high walls like sentinels as guards made patrols about the perimeter.
"It'll be only seconds before they notice us up here." Vrook said.
"You'll have to fly low, Rekkon, or the turrets will make short work of us."
"This is nothing," Rekkon said with a smirk as shot down towards the waters, pulling up in time to cause a huge wave to form as a result. Then the Ebon Hawk streaked across the water and came up fast upon the hangar bay.
"Now would be a good time to open that door, Iaco." No sooner had Rekkon mentioned it than the doors suddenly came to life and the mouth of the hanger opened wide. Swiftly, the Ebon Hawk set down in the prison's hangar.
"We're in," Iaco said, "Let's go."
Joran, Vrook, and Iaco exited the ramp and approached the door that led to the rest of the facility. Both Vrook and Joran readied their weapons. Vrook nodded and Iaco destroyed the console, forcing the door to open. Alarms instantly sounded throughout the entire prison.
"Time to move," the bounty hunter said as they rushed through the broken portal. Vrook and Joran couldn't agree more. Within seconds, towering security droids marched towards the source of the disturbance. The sounds of their heavy metallic feet echoed throughout the cold, lifeless prison.
"Your Jedi friend should be over here," Iaco said as he prepared an explosive, "This is where they keep the most dangerous criminals." They passed through another iron door. This time, the large security droids were on the other side. The scanned the two Jedi and the bounty hunter and quickly assessed that they were a threat to the security of the prison.
"Go!" Vrook urged as he and Joran swung into action. Lightsabers flew as the droids drilled into the Jedi's defenses. Joran had dispatched three droids and saw that Master Vrook had felled many more. It was amazing how young the Force had kept. His reflexes were as fast a Joran's.
"Hold them off a few more seconds!" Iaco said, sprinting towards one of the cells, "I have to get this cell open!"
"I'm getting to old for this!" Vrook grumbled as more security droids rounded the corner. With a flash, he jumped through mid air and collided with the first attacking droid, sending it tumbling back into the others. Joran followed suite and leapt upon another, cutting off its head with his blue lightsaber.
"I'm in!" came Iaco's shout from the cell. He had broken through the cell wall with the explosives he made. Joran and Vrook finished up the last of the droids and rushed to the cell.
Inside the dank and dirty cell lay the near-lifeless body of a thin, dark-haired human female. Joran knelt before her. Her breathing was weak and her blue eyes were glazed over.
"I'm sorry," Iaco said, "She's dying. We'll probably kill her if we move her now. I forgot how ruthless the warden is with his torture techniques."
"She's not dead yet," Joran said, determined. He had felt the spark of life within her frail body.
What happened next was truly amazing. The female Jedi gasped as her eyes became brilliant again. The color slowly returned to her skin. Her entire countenance had returned to a healthy glow. If Joran wasn't mistaken, she seemed to be smiling.
"Feel better?" Joran asked, no sooner had the words left his mouth than the shouts of Iaco and Vrook permeated the cell.
"We have company!"
"I owe you my life," the pretty Jedi said to Joran.
"We need to get going." Joran answered, "I'm just glad you didn't die."
"Let's move, Skywalker!"
In flurry, Joran helped the Jedi up and took her out of the cell. They had just started to run for the exit when the female stopped.
"Wait!" she said, "I'll need these." Using the Force, the Jedi commanded two small cylindrical objects from the warden's desk. The objects flew through the air and landed in her palms. They were two short lightsabers.
"I hope you're done, because we've outworn out welcome!" The group raced back down the path they had taken only to find the door sealed shut. Iaco tried furiously to open it, but the door had been magnetically sealed. The marching sound of more security droids echoed down the hall.
"They tripped me up with this system too," the female Jedi said, "They control the entire system from up in the tower you saw when you flew in."
"Then let's get up to the top," Joran said, "I saw a turbolift back in the warden's room." After approaching the lift, Joran called Rekkon on the comlink.
- - - - -
"…Rekkon? Rekkon are you there? This is Joran. We need you help, fast!" Rekkon grabbed the comlink and answered.
"Joran? Are you there? We have a little problem."
"What's that?"
"They've closed the hangar doors. I can't get out!"
"Listen, we're heading to the roof. Do whatever you can to meet us up there for a pick up, okay?
"I'll try, but it might take me a while."
"Okay. We're in the turbolift now. Skywalker out."
Rekkon hurried himself about the ship. He had the engines primed and started up. Without proper ventilation, he knew the guards would never come into the hangar. The fumes from the thrusters alone would render them unconscious. Now how was he going to get that door to-?
BOOOOM! An large explosion rocked the hangar. Rekkon peered outside. A massive hole where the hangar door once was had been torn open. A mechanical voice came from the Ebon Hawk's turret station; "Statement: I believe the Ebon Hawk's lasers are quite satisfactory. Observation: If you don't mind, I believe the Master's life expectancy rate has dropped dangerously low. Suggestion: We should proceed to the top level of this installation at once in order to preserve the Master."
"For once, I think I agree with you." Rekkon said as the Ebon Hawk eased out of the damaged hangar and up into the sky. Shots from the prison's defense turrets soon went left and right.
"I've got a bad feeling about this!" Rekkon said to himself as fought the Ebon Hawk's controls in an effort to keep her steady in case the turrets decided to stop missing and start hitting.
Time was running out.
- - - - -
Soon, the turbolift came to a halt at the peak of the prison's roof. When the hydraulic door opened, Joran and Vrook jumped ahead to cover Iaco and the female Jedi. It seemed all of the prison security force had come to the roof as well, knowing full well that it was the invaders' only hope of escape. The Jedi held their own against the attacking forces, but they would soon be overwhelmed if Rekkon didn't hurry up.
From behind Iaco, who had taken out an ion rifle to snare the droids, the female Jedi suddenly came to life with a flash of courage. She leapt into the air, performed a back flip, and then landed squarely in front of the attacking guards, her twin purple-bladed lightsabers drawn. Then men momentarily paused in surprise at her audacity. But their surprise was soon turned to regret as the female Jedi dispatched them one by one very quickly.
More men came from the turbolift and rushed at Vrook, who Force-pushed them over the prison's high walls and into the ocean. The firaxen sharks that inhabited the waters were not so merciful.
But then, like a savior from above, the Ebon Hawk descended upon the prison's roof, ramp down and turrets blazing. Without question, it was time to go. The group left hurriedly; boarding the ship before the prison's defenses could do more damage.
In a flash of light, the Ebon Hawk pulled up and away from the island prison, leaving some very disgusted and very angry guards down below.