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Garen     The planet of Belsavis, hidden deep in the 'dark zone' of the planet sat Section X. A super max prison for both political prisoners and for more 'extreme' members of society that needed to quietly dissapear. This was a place hidden from all records, and was both publicly and privately disavowed to exist. Yet, those who were in the intelligence brances of their respective factions knew of it. Keeper was currently on a hidden, and tripe-encrypted frequency to the confederacy as they were brought as close to the site as possible, timed perfectly to coincide with a massive storm. "I can not vouch for the accuracy of our records of personnel inside of Section X. But what I can vouch for is that everyone in there, guards and staff, are expendable. My only concern is the extraction of Cipher Nine. I expect things to go hostile during your exfiltration, and the watchers have prepared a story of a prison riot. Good luck...once your inside, recommend radio silence save for personal radio frequencies." He explained, before his feed cut out. The feds and syndicate assets were on their own.
    Inside, in a cell without even a shred of light, Garen sat. For months he had been there in the darkness, somehow finding the strength to not break and divulge information. Despite the guards and interrogators best efforts, and what they had put him through. Despite his now useless right arm, damaged left eye, and broken leg, he stayed quiet. He was resigned to the idea he was never going to see the light of day, but a life given for the Empire was a life well lived.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk Lihzeh, Arcanist, Ensign of the Confederacy. Field Medic. She hangs near the back of the group, flipping through the pages of her tome, while the small teal familiar of her Carbuncle remaining near her heel, looking around with beady little black eyes. "I will not give orders, but rather forward a suggestion." she says eventually, looking up as she claps the tome closed in one hand. "Cipher Nine has been detained here for months. He is likely to be very weak and badly wounded. It would be a good course to keep me from entering direct combat where possible, so I may apply my full abilities at healing to stabilizing his condition, so as to facilitate his extraction."

    She passes her mismatched eyes across the group. "That said, I will endeavour to provide as much battle support as I possibly can. Beginning with this." She opens the tome again, and pours Aetheric energy into an Arcane Geometry, which springs to life around her, then around each member of the team in turn, before she completes the 'circuit' and a bubble of interlocking blue hexagons appears around each team member, before fading to invisibility. "Protection."
Raquna Sheldon Today, Raquna's got a bit of a different type of job. Instead of exploring some kind of ancient ruins of a magic civilization or one filled with lost technology, the Protector's been charged with exploring the complete opposite: One filled to the brim with people, technology that's very much being maintained and used regularly, and helping in a jailbreak for someone she's never heard of.

     Besides, the pay's good, and she can't just turn down a job like this without good reason! "Just stick close behind me. Once we reach the guy, you two can stay behind me as long as you need. This shield's not just for show, you know." Brimming with confidence, Raquna gives her massive shield a light tap with the butt of her handgun, then whistles at that protective effect from Mihk's spell.

     "I'll keep you all covered. As long as you all handle taking the guards down, we'll be alright, eh?"
Jet Black Jet Black lounges in the cabin of the nondescript transport ship, one leg cocked up over the arm of the chair. Her booted foot swings impatiently. "Are we ~there yet~? This is so much slower than my roaming eye ship." She tries to make it look like she is just picking at her fingernails while trying to eyeball the rest of the crew in the least subtle way. "Well, I certainly don't need the protection. Just point me in the right direction of whoever needs to be incinerated."
Ixqor Nathrach It would be easy to say Ixqor appeared to be the odd one amongst the group, but such concepts flew out of the window in the multiverse, he had learned. Everyone was the odd one out in one way or another. Certainly being more noticeable than some of the multiverses agents, Ixqor appeared as he truly was, after his most recent transformation. He sat in the rather cramped area, hunched over, with his elongated, scaled neck coiling about as he looked to his would be allies in this foray. His overall humanoid and snake like appearance was quite unsettling as a whole, with claws and horn like protrusions along his neck and head in a line. His head overall appeared to be comparable to a viper in shape, with wide reptilian eyes. He was clad in armor that exposed his arms, legs, and neck, but giving off a strange magical aura. It was unsettling to be in close proximity to him, let alone to look at his strange appearance, especially at the eight pointed star upon it's chest, with the image of a three snake like heads behind it, stretching out along the armor. With a raspy hissing voice, the ascendant sorcerer spoke up. "Cipher Nine. An alias no doubt... How would we identify him? And what of their weapons, how much firepower is the station carrying?" His head cocked to their debriefer and his claws came together, laced together over his lap.

     His gaze suddenly, almost unnaturally jerked towards the Miqo'te who spoke up. "Indeed. We must stick to the shadows, and do this quietly. Lest we wish to fight through their entire retinue." He eyed the hexagons as they appeared, noting the magic flowing through the air. "And it will be good to have more arcanely apt allies, such as yourself." He noted the rather impatient gem, and poised an inquisitive question. "And you. You're one of those crystal xenos, no? Odd to have one working alongside myself for once, as they've proven to be quite meddlesome." A rather rude one as well, but he hardly seemed to care. Perhaps the gem would be useful though, if what he knew of their species was true, she know doubt had some magical potential about her. One he didn't recognize, but potential all the same.

     As he went along greeting and questioning the others on board, he drew the blade from the sheathe at his side. IT was ornate, beautiful in a way, being jagged and shaped oddly towards the tip of teh sword, where it fracted into two small crescent shapes. The same eight pointed mark was on the end of it's hilt, and shone unnaturally bright. He stroked his claw like fingers along the edge of it, making a short grating noise. Still sharp as ever.
Garen     The transport landed near the enterance to the kitchen area, which seemed to be unguarded, or rather, unused and there for show. "We don't know exactly where Cipher Nine is located in the facility. So your first task should be to get to a control console, or grab a guard and make him talk. As for identity...When you find him, He'll recognize you." The pilot said. Outside, the guards were heavily armored and armed with hefty blaster rifles that looked like they packed a nasty punch. Next to them, and sometimes rolling by on their own were assault droids. They would stop and set up to scan, showing off that they had dual blaster cannons and a shield system set up. "Wish I could tell you more, but...plausible deniability and all." The pilot says again. He'd wait until everyone was off the ship before nodding to them. "When your leaving, give a hollar on the radio to Keeper. He's working on an exit plan for you guys." Once the group went inside, they would find the place was a maze, many corridors looking exactly the same.
    In the control room, the apparent commander of the prison laughed. "Gotta hand that chiss some credit. He hasn't broken yet. Months of our best interrogation methods and not a word. Most people would have sang like twi'lek dancers trying to earn extra credits by now." Another man nearby, face hidden by a hood nodded. "Imperial Agents are trained not to break. You forget that fact, commander." The commander nodded. "Yeah, yeah....you spooks are trained that way."
Jet Black Jet Black lets out a little scoff, but it sounds half amused. She cranes her neck to look back at Ixidor's dark corner, a light toss of her head sending her red curls tumbling down one shoulder. She does, of course, have a large black shiny gem on her chest, set directly in her ash-grey skin.
"I'm a ~Homeworld Gem~, not like the backward rejects who's reputation has preceded me. But if those Crystal gems are giving you some trouble, you'll have to tell me ~all~ about it when this is over." She doesn't seem at all put off by the Tall Dark and Scaly presence of the brooding sorcerer.

Jet disembarks the transport, the fact that this unguarded service entrance seems to be a fake is entirely lost of the Gem, unfamiliar with the archetecture and things like "kitchens".
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk looks at Ixqor, a shiver running through her body from the dark energies radiating from the Sorceror. "I will do what is required." she replies. The Carbuncle arching its back defensively and growling, before Mihk shushes it. Jet's demeanor just gets a roll of the Miqo'te's eyes, and Raquna receives a nod.

    When the dropship lands, and the group exits, Mihk remains near the back, casting a wary eye toward the droids and guards in the distance... and then her cat-like ears perk up at the conversation. "Quiet..." she hisses, perking both ears high, making her look almost fox-like for a few moments, not helped by her fluffy tail poofing out... "Keeper will be interested in hearing about this... but, on for the mission."
Raquna Sheldon A cat lady, a rock lady, and a snake man. Raquna's probably done a decent enough job at not staring at them the whole ride over, at least, although the temptation's certainly been there. With the mission about to start, however, she's dead set on doing anything but that to focus on the task at hand instead. "I'll try not to make too much noise, then. No promises, though, because..."

     Big honking shield. Heavy armor with padding on both sides to at least keep it from clanking too much. A freaking gun. Raquna's not really meant for a stealth mission, is she? At least her footsteps are relatively quiet as she steps off the transport and into the fake kitchen, keeping her shield-raised and glancing about slowly to scan for threats.

     "I don't evne know what the difference is, but it should be a fun story on the ride back, eh?" A chuckle, and then... <<"Sheldon to Keeper. We're in. Wish us luck.>>"
Ixqor Nathrach The serpentine sorcerer stands, nearly reaching seven and a half feet when he's not hunched over. He coils his head downward as he exits the craft, the archway being a bit small for his strange shape, and his eyes dilate as the sun hits them. He listens to Jet's offer for assistence when dealing with the gems who meddled with the binding ritual his ally and new friend had set up. They were simply defending themselves, but their success in thwarting the ritual irked him none the less. "I shall... But now, stay focused, and stick to the shadows. They are our only ally here now." Ixqor quickly took to the unguarded and fake building, leaning against the wall as a form of cover. He looks to Raquna then as she begins hustling towards the door. "Don't-!" He hisses quietly.

     As she steps through the door, he switches to psychichally communing with the party, his words ringing in their minds as though he were speaking aloud. "Damnable! Don't just barge in like that! What if it is surveiled!" Already Ixqor isn't too happy with the gallery of rogues this mission has fallen to, but it's likely just a rocky start.
Garen     "What's that sound?!" shouted the commander, his voice carrying to direct Mihk and the heroes to the control room. "It's nothing, commander. Just reassurance." said the cloaked man. Then followed by a loud bang, and thud. Then came the sound of heavy boots walking away. But strangely enough, no alarms went off from their the bang or the sound of Sheldon running forward. Things seemed to be getting curiouser. The control room wasn't far away, but who knew what could be waiting for the group. <Keeper here...Maintain radio silence, Sheldon. We can not.....-tain.......-recy.....> followed by static. It appeared the other reason Cipher Nine couldn't call home for rescue made itself apparent.
Mihk Lihzeh     "Damnable fool, you'll get us all killed at this rate." hisses Mihk at Raquna's brashness. At least the alarm isn't going off. She hears the exchange, and the bang. "Curiouser and curiouser... Keeper will need to be informed when we get out." she moves in after Raquna, holding her book open at a specific page, using her thumb as a bookmark of sorts.

    Ixqor, if he were to look, would see a very clear sign of 'poison' but a lot of scribbles and notes in Eorzean script, handwritten and likely unintelligable. The Carbuncle scampers along, keeping close to its master.
Raquna Sheldon Even Raquna can hear that outburst from the control room! Not that she's sure what it is, but it does get her to keep her guard raised and stop moving for a short wihle until confirming that no alarms have been sounded yet. Once it's clear, she chuckles awkwardly and offers Ixqor and Mihk an apologetic wave. "Sorry, sorry. No harm, though, eh?" Another chuckle, and then she gets her serious-ish face back on while keeping her voice down.

     "... You all heard that, though, right? The yelling and the radio cutting out." That's not something she can easily ignore, but considering that less-than-ideal first impression? She'll follow the others' leads for now, keeping her shield and gun close while watching their backs this time around.
Ixqor Nathrach Ixqor noted the guards, their weapons, and the droids. "Heavy weapons, likely energy in munitions." He sent out to all of his allies' minds, having forsook talking aloud for the purposes of remaining undetected. Then came the shout from the command room, followed by another voice claiming it was nothing. Either the other voice was in leagues with the party, or they were a damn fool. "That's our access point... Move in, quietly." He slipped inside, his clawed, almost raptor like feet making little noise, but proving awkward to fall faintly on. He twirled his blade between his hand as he moved to the door. "Get ready, we should all breech at once. Take them captive. They'll prove useful alive." Hhe reached the doorway to the control room, and awaited his allies to link up with him.

     His looked to the book the cat ike woman flipped through as she got closer to him. A spellbook no doubt, but what he didn't understand was the carbuncle, a creature that simply appeared to be some sort of daemonic minion to him. His own 'minion' made itself visible as he waited, as the blade transformed to a toxic green serpent, made entirely of warp energy, manifesting from the hilt of the blade. It coiled and leered at the carbuncle, unsure if it was a meal of sorts to be had later. Ixqor eyed Jomungandr, the daemon that was within the blade he wielded and seemed to silently chide it's behavior. There was a mission to complete, this was no time for reckless violence. "Quickly, get behind me, we'll breech it together. The longer we wait the greater chance we have of being caught.
Jet Black "Guards, murder-robots," Jet muses, stepping confidently through the compound just behind the tall Ixqor. While Jet bears no weapon, she opens her hands and reveals flickering fireballs, clutching them like grenades and ready to throw. "Tht's more like it. I'm ready."
Garen     As the team drew close and finally breached, they would find the commander on the floor, a hole blasted clean through his head. But the other man was nowhere to be seen. On the man's body though, were two things. First, was a list of prisoners and locations. It listed someone by the name of C. Nine near the 'interrogation' room. Anyone could read between the lines and figure out that it was the room where people had horrible things done to them in the idea of getting them to talk. Second, was a letter. 'Commander, I have classified intel that Imperial Intelligence will be sending an agent in to investigate the captured diplomat. As you know, this is a ruse created by myself to lure out the agent. He is a chiss, and will likely pose as a fresh recruit. You are to detain him and pressure him, in your 'delicate' ways, to give up the identity of his handler, the man named Keeper. I owe him a...personal debt. -Exodus' Also in the room was a control panel. On it were prison controls to all cells.
    Light side choice: Leave the prisoners locked up, Dark Side choice: Set them free.
Ixqor Nathrach Ixqor barged in then after counting down. "One, two, break!" Breaking in, he poised Jomungandr ready to strike, the serpent nearly lashing out, but stopping mid air once it saw the corpse. "Dead. There were two voices I heard... Perhaps he really is on our side." The daemon seemed upset, as though it were truly craving a fresh kill. It simply returned to Ixqors side and coiled about his waste effortlessly, looking to the other party members with black soulless 'holes' for eyes. The hulking sorcerer moved to investigate the corpse and the documents. "Thats our target, he's near an interrogation room of sorts... Likely to be questioned again soon." He examined the room again, making sure this was no trap, and instead he found the control panel, and moved to look it over.

     He remembered that Keeper had described faking the claim of a prison riot to hide their attack, but Ixqor found perhaps a better way of handling this. "Seems we need not fake a prison riot at all. We can start one ourselves..." He seemed to hiss delightedly at this, coiling his head to turn and face the party. Perhaps, amidst the chaos, Ixqor could make off with a few 'unenlightened' persons, and bring them to his aide. But, knowing he was not working alone, he thought to consult the team first. They may have other ideas.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk draws energy through the Geometry, ready to inflict a horriby toxic effect on anyone inside... and then she spots the body of the Commander on the floor. "It seems we will not be taking anyone alive... but where is the other one?" At Ixqor's suggestion, the Miqo'te shakes her head. "Never make assumptions like that." she walks over, closing her tome and kneeling at the corpse. "A missive... It appears that there is another operative with their own motive here." she picks up the letter and tucks it into her robe, before looking at the screens. "A riot, while providing cover for us, will also block many avenues of motion that would otherwise be open. I suggest we keep the prisoners locked up where they are. My Miasma can choke many, but not a whole prison facility."
Raquna Sheldon Breach time! Raquna's swapped her handgun for a sword, she's ready to bum rush the biggest person in the room after following Ixqor in, and then... Nobody's alive in there. "... So what happened here?" She muses while peering at the dead commander, grimacing after a moment and scanning the rest of the room to give her something less unpleasant to look at.

     "Looks like some controls... Lots of them." It takes a her only a moment to realize what the controls are for, and then she nods in agreement with the Chaos Sorceror at first. "A riot would just mean letting out who knows how many actual criminals out. We're just in here to get your guy out, right?" She raises an eyebrow at the thought of starting a riot outright, then shakes her head before gesturing at Mihk with her head.

     "Yeah, we're better off keeping things under control. If the target's as injured as he sounds like he is, it'll be harder to keep him and Mihk covered if everyone's going nuts."
Jet Black Jet Black stomps one foot indolently, crushing her little fireballs in her hands. "And he's already dead. What a shame." Jet pouts, stepping past the dead commandant. She examines the control panel, nodding with Ixqor. "The prisoners no doubt outnumber the guards by a significant margin, and we could get this done a whole lot quicker without all this sneaking and skulking around. If a few prisoners get in our way, well, they won't be in our way or very long."
Ixqor Nathrach "So we are split then... No matter." Ixqor browses over the controls. "I believe I have an idea that shall fit all of our needs and desires..." He cackles briefly, as best as a snake can cackle? He moves to operate the machinery, and goes through the procedure of opening up the cells in a block seperate to Cipher Nines. "I'll open the cells away from our objective, the guards will flood in to quell the uprising, and give us a much easier time of reaching him. It may also through this rogue element, the other spy amidst the prison for a loop." He hits the button to make the release and turns about face rather gracefully, moving towards the exit. "Now, we have the location, and we have a distraction, all we need d now is make it to him." Jomungandr hissed and opened it's mouth wide, revealing it's warp fangs as it seemed to laugh with delight at the chaos being sewn. "Let's get moving then, shall we?"

     Leaving the control room Ixqor makes way to leave the building, and looks towards the guards, waiting to see if they respond to the riot Ixqor had caused. Speaking to everyone psychically still. "If they don't make to stop the breakout, we'll have to take them quickly." He readied his blade as Jomungandr moved to simply float in the air, staying behind the wall of the building.
Garen     As the discussion nears it's conclusion, the controls are manipulated and the cell doors open. "WHAT THE HELL?! RIOT!!!" Yells a guard, before massive shouts and screams echo through the halls. Inmates of all walks of life, from simple politicians who voted the wrong way to terrorists start rushing guards. Blaster fire erupts and alarms sound, hinting the time for stealth was gone. This would help, as guards near the interrogation room scramble and leave a clear path.
    Inside the room, was poor Garen. He was undergoing another round of 'talks'...granted those talks involved body blows and brass knuckles. "Sounds...like things have hit the fan..." He says weakly to the interrogator, who promply delivers a firm punch to his ribcage. "Shut it, Imperial. We find out this was you, we'll mail you home in pieces." He says. All that stood in their way was one person. However would he be 'dealt' with? As for Garen, his injuries would be evident, especially as his useless arm was turning a nasty shade of black.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk's ears pin down as the alarms start to blare. She looks grumpy about what Ixqor did, but doesn't say anything further on the subject. Instead, she moves to quickly navigate the halls. She hears the pained grunt of Garen getting 'interogated', and kicks in the door. She advances on the interrogator, and with a backhand that puts all her weight into the blow, clocks the guy upside the head with her giant, leather-bound and brass-gilded tome. No witty quip comes from her lips, instead she turns to Garen, kneeling and undoing the bindings holding him down.

    "We're here to rescue you Agent." she says, then digs into her side pouch for a potion, bringing the bluish liquid up to the Chiss' lips. "Drink this, it will help numb the pain... I need to fix your arm. Can you walk?" she asks quickly but clearly, using her voice to give Garen something to focus on. "Stay with me Agent."
Raquna Sheldon "... Hmm. Not a bad plan, actually. And the guards should be able to get them in check by the time we're gone, so..." Raquna gives a sort of non-commital shrug and glances over at Mihk, then at Jet Black and Ixqor before raising her shield once more. "Ready when you are."

     And then the alarms come on. Breaking into a run at a surprising speed considering all the armor, the Protector barges into the interrogation room with Mihk to join in the ambush with a strong whack of that shield to the midsection! No sense killing anyone unless it's necessary, right? Right.

     "Take it easy, Agent. I'll cover you two." Raquna declares and focuses some magic into her shield, a warm light spreading around as if enveloping her allies in a protective aura. Raquna is now redirecting any damage sent their way directly to herself!
Jet Black "Sirens and screaming. That's more like it!" Jet Black says with a grin. "Prison riot was part of the plan in the first place, no time for getting cold feet now!" The Gem strolls confidently towards the interrogation block, flinging fireballs at any surveillance cameras or internal sensors that may be between her and the objective- they'll know the extraction team is here but not how many or where they're heading next. Jet isn't going to actually be any help to Cipher nine, but She watches the hallway, hands raised threateningly so she can torch any guards or droids that may come to interfere.
Ixqor Nathrach They all moved in then, hurrying through the interrogation block mostly unhindered. Once they reached Cipher Nine's cell, Ixqor took watch at the door, twirling the hilt of his blade in hand, indirectly spinning Jomungandr around a few times. THe snake like daemon hissed in retort and seemed to have a silent conversation with Ixqor about not giving it motion sickness. Ixqor merely shook his head and kept guard, manifesting terrible energies in his free hand, preparing a volley of doombolts for if the enemy came for them.
Garen     The interrogator looked over and found a book smashing him in the face, then a shield to his midsection. He went flying into a wall, and fell out. "Serves....you right..." Garen said weakly. He then looks to Mihk. "Usually....this goes the other way around." He says, drinking down the blue liquid. "The arm's a loss...Infection's set in. That was the first thing they broke. You can still save my leg, maybe my eye." He says, motioning with his good arm. He then shakes his head, trying to stay conscious.
    Outside, some guards started to run towards the Interrogation room. "Exodus was right! Send out an alert that there's a prison break. Lethal force more then authorized. IF it's trying to escape, kill it. Get some droids down here!" shouted what appeared to be a Captain. They were firing towards the door, trying to suppress the group to buy time for the droids. "Give me.....a gun. I'm still able to help..." Garen said, clearly wanting to help, but the damage messing him up.
Jet Black "Oh, party guests are here! time to put on your dancing shoes!" Jet shouts to the rescue team, stepping out into the line of fire. She gracefully weaves away from an incoming blaster bolt, turning to face the guards coming towards them. She raises one hand in a motion like blowing a kiss, and blows a huge roiling gust of fire and choking smoke to fill the hallway.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk checks the arm anyway, then nods in agreement, before moving to check the leg. "I need some time to get the Agent ready to move!" she shouts over her shoulder as she hears the sound of blaster fire. "Carbuncle, Guard!" she commands, pointing out the door.

    The little blue creature scampers off, and gathers Wind Aether into its body, before blasting a compression wave down the hallway to disrupt the guards firing at the door.

    Mihk shakes her head at Garen. "You've done more than enough already." she comments back, before crouching lower to look at the leg. "Broken... I can splint it, but we'll need to get you to Medical as soon as possible... I can't do anything about the eye apart from infuse some Aether into your body to speed the natural healing process." She moves to break the legs off the table in the room, tearing some strips of her robe off to bind them to the leg, after gently making sure it's properly aligned. THe pain numbing potion shoudl help make this painless as she realigns the bone, then binds the leg with the makeshift splint.

    After that, the Miqo'te picks her tome back up, flipping to a page, then funneling Aether into the Geometry, before bathing Garen in a soothing greenish-white light. "Physick."
Raquna Sheldon That went better than expected. Raquna actually looks somewhat surprised when that interrogator gets blasted into the wall, and then she flashes Mihk a broad grin before standing guard over the healer and healee again. "You should focus on on getting better, agent. Don't worry, between the four of us?" She gestures at Mihk, Ixqor, and Jet Black before nodding towards Garen. "... I think we'll get out of here alright."

     That's not going to stop her from giving him her handgun, though. It's no blaster, but it does seem to not have any sort of reloading mechanism... Somehow. Just what are her world's guns powered by, anyway?

     Hopefully, nobody asks. Raquna's just going to focus on defending the healer and the escort target with her armor and her shield, moving just so to deflect as many of those shots as she can! Even Ixqor and Jet Black can use her as cover if they need to with how big the Protector's shield and her defensive aura are, although actually returning fire at those guards without the gun...

     ... Well, that's what everyone else is for, right?
Ixqor Nathrach Battle had begun, and several laser shots hit Ixqor, two hitting his left arm, and one hitting him on the chest. The the first two leaving scorching makrs on his arm initially, but the strange spell from Sheldon seems to take any pain coming his way away, and he seems to grin devilishly. The third shot seems to do nothing, his armor proving to be unnaturally tough for how it looks. "Fire all you will, chaos does not fear you!" He holds out his arm and fires off the volley of doombolts, letting the balls of terrible warp energy sling through the air, screeching as they went. Upon impact, they'd burst and marr the targets with warp energies, dealing moderate damage, and leaving them with feelings of dread and despair.

     After letting the volley loose, he looks to the prisoner. "Shieldmaiden, cover the prisoner and bring him out, we need to get this operation on the move before more arrive!" More laser shots fly by him and he curses to himself. "We can treat his wounds later, he will live longer if we get him out first!"
Garen     Garen nods towards Sheldon and to Mihk. Feeling the healing energies, he manages to pull himself up and quickly snaps a few shots towards the guards. "I don't know, but we should get out. I've heard about a hanger bay nearby. At least...that's what he said." He says, motioning towards the interrogator napping on the job. He takes a first step gingerly, sticking close to Mihk.
    Prison guards fall fast to the combined might of fire and fear, and the odd shot to the head. Sure enough, droids began to roll into place at the door, and start to set up to fire. From the door Garen opens up, slight echoes of engines could be heard, confirming a hanger nearby. "Secure the area! All points need to be locked down, and prepare the riot response team." The team had maybe 10-20 seconds to move before the droids started their rapid fire.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk remains near to Garen as he stands. She can hear those droids before they appear, and she makes a decision. "Start moving... I'll buy us some time." she says, flipping to a new page and channeling energy into the Geometry. The same glyph appears on the floor in the middle of the Assault Droids, before it starts spitting out a thick, choking smoke-like miasma. It would normally poison a biological foe, but since the Droids aren't biological, it would merely act as a smoke screen for the group to hide from blaster fire in. Any biological guards would likely be subject to the poisonous-choking effects, however.
Ixqor Nathrach Ixqor widened his eyes as teh droids set up. They certainly had more firepower than any standard guard, and they could be felled like any other enemy, but with such distance between them, it could be a slaughter. Luckily, Mihk is quick to react, and Ixqors nods to her. "Excellent work, keep them busy, I'll tell you when the prisoner is out of their fire." Ixqor hurried over to Garen then, looking as strange as ever. "Stay behind me and the shieldmaiden, and you'll get out without any more injuries." He begins to hear the shouting nearby and looks to Sheldon. "They are close-" The engines roar nearby, aircraft must be taking off, likely meant to secure the perimiter and hunt down any actual escapees. "You hear that too right? I think we may have found our rides." Ixqor hissed, taking the prisoner in his arm, as to help him hobble along more quickly. "Ready when you are shieldmaiden."
Raquna Sheldon Raquna's keeping a brave face on even as the relentless assault of those droids send the pain meant for her allies straight to her, but her training and natural toughness keep her standing despite the mounting injuries and searing marks from those lasers. Thankfully, her shield's made of some truly tough stuff, but even it's showing some signs of wear and scorching.

     "That sure is a lot of them... Just what were you in for, anyway?" Her tone is somewhere between curious and worried as she spares a quick glance back at Garen. She gives Ixqor a grateful nod when he tries to hurry him along and Mihk as she tries to blind the droids, taking that opportunity to fall back as well and keep herself between her allies and the guards until the last moment. "I got your backs! Just keep moving!"
Jet Black Jet is no strange to smokescreens, but while the droids can't see, neither can Jet see where to shoot back at the droids. She's ready to hustle along once Garen is on his feet. "I could have made a smokescreen, but I'v got a few other tricks that'll slw them down." Jet slicks back her unruly red hair, turning from red to oily black. Ready to slowly maneuver to the hangar, she begins to fill the hallway behind them with hot, viscous oil, pouring the slick and noxious chemical from her hands.
Garen     Garen nods and stays in place behind everyone, but still snaps off the odd round. He tries his best to hit people, but he occasionally misses, suggesting his eye was in bad shape. "Damn....my aim is off." he says. But the miasma helps keep the team safe from the droids.
    Still, they were relentless and tried to push in, but the miasma did it's job and slowed them. Near the hanger came the riot response team. Heavily armored, shielded, and packing stun batons. "Make it easy and just give up." The commander says, staring coldly.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk backs down along the corridor, keeping the Miasma in place with refreshing glyphs appearing every time the droids start moving forward. She pins her ears as the Riot Team shows up... and makes a clicking sound with her mouth at her Carbuncle.

    Carbuncle rushes the riot team, and with a defiant chitterchirp, unleashes a Backdraft at point blank, after leaping up in front of them. It might stagger them long enough for the others to break through, but the little creature is likely not to survive the encounter.
Ixqor Nathrach Came to a halt as the riot response team found them. Stun batons galore, Ixqor leered at the group of troopers, and handed Garen over to Sheldon, knowing she could protect him better in this case. "Keep him safe. I'll handle this." The sorcerer psychichally transmitted to the shield wielding mercenary. Readying Jomungandr he took a stance, reayd to fight. He was caught off guard by the leeping carbuncle though, for how innocent it looked, it was quite the brave familiar. This would only make his job easier as he came barrelling towards the riot team, thrusting the hilt forward, causing Jomungandr to real back, and then strike, aiming to grab the commander between it's jaw by the waste. "You think you can stand in our way!? With naught but clubs!?" Were he successful in grabbing the commander, Jomungandr would hold the trooper high and begin draining the life right of him, feeding upon it. "It is useless, useless!" He exclaimed before Jomungandr flailed the presumabely incapacitated, or dead commanded around, hoping to knock down the other troopers as though their officer were a wrecking ball.
Raquna Sheldon Without the droids to worry about, Raquna's finally able to focus on what's in front of the group again. "We accept your surrender, then!" She calls out to the waiting response team as she slams the hilt of her sword into the shield with a loud bang, skidding to a stop in front of Mihk and Garen once more while channeling her magic again. She's not putting it into her shield this time, though, instead focusing it into one of the Grimoire Stones she's brought along.

     "Snow Cover!" She calls out and, as if on command, a thick blanket of snow appears over the response team. It takes several moments before that snow moves in to try and wrap around a whole one of them, but it's certainly flashy-looking between being stark-white and appearing out of nowhere, even if it's not necessarily the most powerful of offensive magics.

     Or... Powerful at all, really. Still, it's a nice visual effect!
Jet Black The riot squad doesn't seem that threatening, especailly not with Ixqor charging forward and screaming at them. Jet Black stays back out of reach, lobbing gooey handfuls of boiling hot crude oil from afar. She keeps an eye on the hallway behind them in case anyone has tried to pursue them through the smoke and the trail of oil, ready to set the whole mess ablaze if anyone tries to catch up on them from the rear.
Garen     Carbunkle manages to send the guards flying out, and right into the fangs of Jormungandr. The riot guard balk as their companion is devoured by the sword. "No! A SITH!" They scream out, some of them flat out running. Out of 5, one is dead, and two run. Garen takes some pot shots towards one, and Sheldon scatters them enough for the team to get by. "NO! STOP THEM!" screams one guard. But it was too late. Garen was able to get on board, and provide cover. "Let's Go!" He shouts, moving in slowly and placing a gun on the pilots head. "Your going to fly us out, or I will. Your choice."
Ixqor Nathrach Ixqor tossed the now useless body aside, and hurried on the board the ship, sitting on the boarding ramp, readying his psychic powers once more. "If anyone is a better pilot than I, feel free to take the helm! This technology is unlike mine!" While awaiting for someone to take up piloting he looks to Cipher Nine. "Cipher Nine... That isn't your name is it. An alias? Would we be privy to that information now that your as good as saved?" The sorcerer was happy to cause some mayhem, and flex his new body, but he at least wanted the prisoner they saved to be worth the weight they all pulled. Besides, if CIpher nine was locked up for his spying and snooping, he may prove a useful ally to Ixqor, as they both look to manipulate their enemies from the shadows.
Mihk Lihzeh     Mihk scampers past the disorganized guards, as Carbuncle takes a parting stun baton for its trouble. It doesn't so much flop over as explode into motes of light, the Miqo'te uttering a short incantation to call the gemstone to her hand before the ramp closes. "You did well. Rest now." she says as she pockets the little red jewel. "We should depart as quickly as possible, more are on the way and my Miasma clouds will not sustain themselves for very long without my direct intervention."
Raquna Sheldon After barreling past the remaining guards with her shield as a battering ram, Raquna keeps to the rear of the ship as one last act of cover for her team. It's too early to relax, but with the hard part out of the way, She's already grinning widely and even glancing back at the others.

     "Good job, everyone! A little louder than I thought it'd get, but everyone's safe now. We did pretty damn good down there, eh?" She laughs briefly before glancing over at her side pocket, taking note of an odd glow in her pocket. "Is that...? Oh, sweet! Definitely need to bring that to Rosa later...~ Now let's get out of here!"

-GRIMOIRE STONE ACQUIRED-
Jet Black Jet Black flicks one last fireball down the hallway towards the interrogation block, setting her oilslick trap ablaze. She claps her hands as the flames roare to life, that will certainly give them soemthing betetr to do than chase after the prison break crew. She leaps aboard the ship , grinning, and fixing her hair back to bouncy red curls. "Well, that was fun! If you ever get locked up again, let me know!"
Garen     Aboard the ship, as it blasts off towards more friendly territory Garen smirks towards Ixqor. "Your right. I'm Garen...But outside of this ship, Cipher Nine. I'm an Imperial Agent, or a spy for the Sith Empire." He says, before closing his eyes. "Worst few months I've had...not the most ideal vacation." He jokes, having not lost his snarky nature.
Ixqor Nathrach "Garen. A pleasure. And to all of you, good work out there. It was... Rocky to start, but we ironed it out." He gave a curt nod and coiled his neck down to Garen's level, looking to him. "All of you may know me as Alpharius. A sorcerer to chaos, at your service." He bowed his heads to teh ground, his daemonic snake doing the same. "And this is the Daemon who inhabits my blade. He is Jomungandr, and I am entrusted to him by the Gods. What may I know you all by?" He looks to Garen again, hearing him mention the word Sith again. "What is a Sith, Garen? The guards back there noted me as such... Is that the equivalent of a sorcerer in your realm?"
Garen     "In a way, yes. But, all due respect Alpharius...but maybe we can talk after I wake up..." Garen says, before promptly passing out. He was alive, and still in semi-good health, but his body had taken enough and decided the agent needed to rest. Of course, his last act before unconsciousness was to flash a thumbs-up to Mihk, letting her know he was fine.