"Do we know if anyone is being held on this floor?" Ben whispers to Fett, carefully peeking around corners as they walk through level one, only a turn from freedom. The entire crowd of people behind them resonates with nerves and happiness as they follow.
"Possibly, probably a few forced into being janitors," Fett answers, side-eyeing Boba as they go, making sure he's sticking close. Ben could sense it, the innate feeling of fatherhood growing in Fett, it wouldn't be long before history repeated itself and he takes Boba under his wing.
Ben looks at the child in question for a moment, and kept help matching his wide grin. The boy was oozing excitement, more than anyone else here. Everyone quietly walks down the silver halls, holding onto their loved ones as they follow.
"Alright, we're heading to the docking bay, we'll pick anyone up on the way out," Ben whispers, his hand on the hilt, still clipped to his belt, but ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. There are a lot more guards up here, more than there were below, and if they get caught…
"You can fly can't you Fett?" Ben asks, holding up a hand for everyone to stop while he peeks around the next corner. He could feel the slight glare of the bounty hunter.
"Of course, I can fly utreekov," He whispers, following as Ben quickly starts walking down the hall.
"Good, when we get to the hangar, start the ship up, I'll get everyone on board, and-" Ben says getting cut off as a blast heads straight for him. Faster than anyone could perceive, Ben has his lightsaber in hand and quickly deflects it back at them, spinning it in an arch and blocking the next one to follow.
Two guards on patrol, coming from behind, were already dead before they could hit the floor. Ben looks at the crowd for a moment in worry, then rushes over to the men, grabbing their wrists. Their com lights are off, but that doesn't mean they didn't alert anyone.
"We have to hurry," Ben says, getting up and running, slow enough for them to keep up, weaving between the corridors, all of his focus on what could be ahead.
Lights begin to flash in the corridors, a blaring alarm ringing through his ears. He starts running faster, they're almost there, just a corridor away.
"Satine, we need you here, now, hangar 1A," Ben says quickly into his com, after seeing the giant lettering outside a large metal door, which slides open for him. Inside the hangar is a giant tunneled-out rock, leading straight up, showing off the brilliant blue sky.
"I'm here, just give me a moment," Satine says, a clear amount of stress lacing her voice. Ben looks up, searching for his ship for just a second before looking over at all the ones already landed, still running to the center of the hangar.
In a second he spots a good-looking cargo ship towards the side of the hangar, large enough to fit everyone, hopefully, it has enough fuel to get out of there.
"Jet'ii," Fett calls sprinting past him and towards that large cargo ship, Boba on his heels, the rest of the captives following after him. Ben quickly lets them pass, the Force warning him of the many soldiers coming from down the hall.
Ben calls his saber to his hand, igniting the blade and facing the door, getting ready for a fight. He takes a breath, entrancing himself in the force once more, his eyes closing for a moment to do so. Then he looks behind him, at everyone, only a third of the way on, Boba urging them all in.
"Hurry, everyone on!" Boba yells, as Ben turns back towards the doors, three of the same ones facing the ship. The Force flies through him, pushing strength into him as the first of the scum come through, instantly taking shots at all these innocent people.
Ben moves like a blur, intercepting each one before they could hit anyone, and deflecting them as best he can at the ones shooting. More and more come in though, more guards, easily two dozen at this point, a whole platoon, and more still on the way.
Ben feels the strain in his muscles, his whole body feeling it as he flips and speeds around, his blue blade a blur, moving faster than most could see. He desperately wants to see how many people have gotten on, but ignores the urge, his blade stopping another deadly shot aimed at another innocent.
His brow drips with sweat, and his breath starts to become deeper, within a few moments, he's already deflected hundreds of shots. He needs this to end, but he can't go on the offense, he'd be leaving them all exposed.
"Boba! Hurry! Satine, ETA?" Ben yells, using the force to slide his feet across the ground like it was ice, blocking several blasts, one of which almost singed his braid. He distantly hears Boba calling out to the crowd, urging them to go faster.
"I see the hangar! I'll be there in just a minute!" Satine yells back, as he spins, using the force to push a shot to the side, making it miss an old man. Ben sees a shot flying in the opposite direction, towards the slavers, Fett must have finally gotten around to helping.
He watches as more and more of the guards fall, either to their own blasts, or from Fetts, but slowly, the wave of soldiers stop coming through the door, as more of their numbers wane. Though that doesn't mean he's going to be able to stop them all, eventually one of them is going to get lucky.
"We're good! We did it!" Boba calls to Ben, making him turn to Boba, and see that they did indeed all make it on. Grinning, Ben turns and blocks most of the shots coming at him, redirecting any that get near Boba.
"Good work," Ben says his blade flashing past his body, preventing another shot from hitting him. "Head in Boba, quickly," Ben says, breathing heavier, his saber starting to feel heavier in his hands.
"I'm here!" Satines voice calls from his com, making Ben look up and sees that she's shakily flying it, getting closer. Ben turns and sees Bobaa second after, taking more shots at the guys, and Fett nowhere in sight.
"Boba! Get inside" Ben yells, standing in front of the child, keeping him from getting hit. "Now Boba!" He yells again.
"NO, I wanna help!" Boba yells back taking more potshots. Ben quickly lifts his spare hand, using the Force to push him back towards the ship slowly. Boba's eyes widen, and a big grin spreads across his face as he starts floating.
"Woah, this is so cool," Boba whispers, looking at his feet, watching himself inches above the ground, but his attention quickly focuses back on the bad guys shooting at them, and tries his best to shoot around Ben.
"Boba, stop!" Ben says straining, taking a second to look behind himself, they are so close to the ship, but it feels way too far, only a few more yards and Boba will be fine. The guards see him having trouble, they get up out of their cover and start advancing, matching his slow pace.
"It's ok, I can get them," Boba says taking another shot. The blast heads forward, and Ben feels it, the energy, targeting his back, inching closer. His eyes widen and his body twists, bending forward and spinning, the beam of light flying over him.
Boba drops to the ground, landing on his knees with a cry, his blaster falling to the floor. The Force screams at him, shooting through him like electricity, and his eyes track another blast, heading past his shoulder, and going straight for the child.
He quickly pushes his hand forward, grasping it with the Force, time slowing around him as he pushes the bolt to the side desperately. It curves, so slowly to his eyes, crackling with energy, and it finds its mark right into the Boba.
"Satine, I need you! Lower the ship, don't land!" Ben yells into his com as he sprints forward, grabbing Boba's limp body, and jumping forward, his blade blocking the shots coming from his back.
"Ok, ok, ok," Satine says, her voice trembling. Ben jumps forward, letting blasts fly under him, and he sprints up the ramp, flying into the ship. He lays Boba's body on the ground, and quickly reaches out, feeling the child's signature, sensing the flare of life still in him.
Smiling wide, he scans him with his eyes. He only got hit in the shoulder. He looks up at the crowd sitting huddled around the bay.
"Help him, I'll be back," Ben says, standing again, and rushing back down the ramp. Satine's lowered the ship halfway down, perfect.
"Lower the ramp!" Ben quickly says, sliding forward, dodging more and more blasts as the guards get ever closer. Ben flips backward, using the Force to propel him, his feet planted against the hull of the cargo ship.
He pushes off, his body flying forward, and his feet landing on the ramp, just as it opens. Taking one second to take a breath, then immediately runs through the ship, and into the cockpit. He sees the beautiful Satine sitting in the pilot's chair, her hair in complete disarray, and her hands shaky on the controls.
He rushes forward, sitting in the co-pilot seat, and grabs the controls, taking command of the ship. He turns it and aims the guns at the slavers on the ground. Opening fire on all of them, making them scatter. He flips a switch quickly, opening communications with the cargo ship.
"Fett! Fett are you there?" Ben calls, looking at Satine, giving her a strained smile which she returns, barely. He looks back at the ground, seeing all of the guards hiding behind their cover.
"I'm here Jet'ii, get your ship out of the way, we're leaving," Fett says calmly. Ben quickly jerks the controls up, getting them out of the pit of a hangar, and moves to the side, watching as Fett's ship slowly ascends.
"I'm sending you coordinates, meet us there," Fett says again, his ship turning and flying off the planet. A ping sounds through the console, a string of numbers flying across it.
"Boba's injured Fett, get them out of there, then help him," Ben says firmly, before slumping in his seat, his eyes closing from exhaustion. Fett grunts, and a second later, his ship enters hyperspace. Ben sits forward with a sigh, flipping a few levers and following after him.
"Obi? Are you alright?" Satine asks quietly, a little smile on her face. He could feel her happiness, to see him and to finally take a back seat in flying. He let out a little laugh and smiled at her, nodding his head.
"Yes my dear, I'm alright, it was just… Very stressful," Ben says, laughing. "Though it seems that your adventure was also stressful," Ben says reaching over and taking her hand in his.
"Ben…" Satine laughs shaking her head at the ludicrous amount of stress. "I have faced terrorists and politicians, and I'm going to be to doing it again, gladly, but I never want to ever fly a ship again," She breaths out, melting into her seat.
"Flying is for droids," Obi-Wan says grinning, giving her hand another squeeze. She gives him a little smile, and turns, watching the stars fly by.
"So, is Fett going to help us?" Satine asks, getting comfortable, her elbow resting on her sidebar, her thumb running over Obi's knuckles. Ben's head tilts for a second, thinking about it.
"I think that's what we'll be finding out," He says, hope in his voice, "But he… is a little difficult," He continues, looking down at their connected hands.
"Did you expect anything else, my dear?" She asks a light laugh leaving her as they fly.