When it came to handling a rifle, Draan was the best. In fact, he had proclaimed himself a marksman. A real trandoshan sniper, in the flesh, or scales. He made sure to let Zheki know how good he was every time they were in a firefight together, at which his brother rolled his eyes. Sure he couldn't handle a ship or repair something like Zheki, but Draan could shoot people. And he did so with supreme accuracy.
But when he saw that "Invictus" break from cover, firing his pistol, even the "sniper" had to admit he was a little jealous. There was no way that a normal person could keep up with the way that the force guided the captain's gun. But Draan would be damned if he didn't try.
Zheki sighed as he shoved a fresh powercell into his rifle. This was not his cup of tea. What he wouldn't give to be behind the wheel of the Navarre again. A shot bounced off the wall above his head where he was taking cover. He nosed his gun over the edge of the crate he was behind and shot a few rounds into the bandit who had shot at him before popping back into cover.
Draan always said that before Zheki knew how to walk, he could pilot. And sometimes, Zheki felt that way. Walking around seemed so trivial when you could pilot something a lot faster. Even this fight could be done from a ship, raining down fire from the Navarre's batteries. But something about the captain turning pale made them all come down here on foot. Risking life and limb on the surface.
Zheki sighed again.
Tolivian's eyes jumped from dust cloud to doorway. The team was counting on her to do her part, and she wasn't about to let them down. Well, maybe she could let that Ahsoka down. Tolivian didn't like her. What was she thinking, waltzing in here and thinking that she could just be apart of their circle!
Was she jealous of Ahsoka and Invictus? Of course not! Or maybe she was. Whatever! Who did that girl think she is!
Glen smiled. Not to say that he was happy with the predicament Daryan was in, oh no, but he was excited. He had never been on a whirlwind adventure like this before. The thought thrilled him. Here he was, part of a band of Republic fugitives, trying to save a damsel in distress. It was almost story worthy! He would definitely have to write a book about this if he came out of it with his hide in tact.
He popped up and shot a bandit in the chest, before falling back into cover. Watching Daryan fight was a story in itself. It wasn't as traditional in form as Ahsoka, but it was just as effective. There was something about the way the boy swung, deflected, and shot all in one fluid motion that made Glen in awe of his new captain.
Maybe Daryan could teach Glen how to do that.
As Ahsoka dodged a bullet, she couldn't fight the thoughts that were surfacing to her mind. Had she made the right decision? Was this her fault? Obviously she had heard when Sera mentioned her former master's name, so what did that mean? Why would Anakin work with a sith? Something wasn't right.
Or maybe everything was right. Anakin was a stubborn type. Maybe he had committed one hundred percent to finding the two fleeing Jedi. Committed so much so that he would use any way possible to track them down. She had only known her master since the start of the wars, but she knew that she wouldn't want to get on his bad side. And she had.
The thought was like a blaring siren in her head. Had she made the right decision?
They could hunt him down to the ends of the universe, torture him and kill him, but touching his sister, that was over the line. Daryan flew into a fury as he sliced through bandit after bandit. Each one that died by his blade deserved every stroke. They were fiends. Beneath him. They didn't deserve the life they were given.
Some of the attackers had ran once they had found out they were losing. But Daryan had cut them all down with shots in the back. There was no glory for these scum. They Navarre crew mopped up the remaining forces, excluding one who had been shot in the leg and was crawling towards the door. Daryan searched through the abandoned warehouse. Every room was searched, trying in vain to find his kin. He had just seen his sister! How could they have moved her so fast?
Daryan strode over to the crawling bandit picked him up by the collar.
"Where is she?" Daryan said, straining to control his temper.
The bandit huffed and cursed at the rogue Jedi.
Daryan threw him to the ground. He cupped his hand and used the Force to suffocate the bandit.
"Where is she?" Daryan shouted.
"Daryan stop," Ahsoka said, putting a hand on his arm.
"TELL ME, SCUM!" he said, ignoring her.
"Daryan! Stop it!" Ahsoka cried, pushing his arm.
Daryan seemed to snap out of his anger. He put his hand on his head. That wasn't him. He had let his anger control his actions. It was.. intoxicating. But no! He couldn't think like that.
The bandit had blacked out, so the two trandoshan brothers picked him up and the crew headed back to the ship. Daryan had to recollect his thoughts.
And, for the first time, his emotions.