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Post by Mary Cerulea on Apr 28, 2016 19:41:52 GMT -8
She wasn't aiming at the begin when it dropped into the lift car, more off to the left side. That would allow her to bring the carbine up to her shoulder & into line with the being in one smooth motion if needed. It paused for a moment after landing. Mary didn't know it but the being was sensing her. To casual brushes of the force she would feel ... dampened somehow. Like she was covered with a wet blanket. She however had no talent in reading the force & was unaware of its 'gaze'.
-Mary (in Felucian) That is far enough. Why are you following me?
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on May 9, 2016 19:35:07 GMT -8
A'Chor stood to his full height of 6'4, and peered at the girl, tilting his tentacled head in curiosity. She must have a translator helmet or something. he'd seen other people use them. Briefly, the Felucian wondered why she did not contact him through the force- considering she did possess it. Perhaps she was not yet trained in the skill, in which case, A'chor chose to speak back to her in his native tongue, rather than invading her mind with tidings of the force- she did have a big gun.
Children of the sky do not belong here. He began with a disapproving shake of his head. No one belongs here anymore. You should leave before this place makes you its prisoner.
he held up his four arms, splaying his suction cups and his three fingered hands to show her he had hold on no weapons- though, the effect might backfire on him as he was rather large, and now looking even larger all spread out like this.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on May 12, 2016 10:44:30 GMT -8
Mary wasn't too impressed by his size. She had killed bigger things than him & they usually tended to move slowly enough to be wonderful targets.
-Mary (in Felucian) I'm no child of the sky. The dark & deep are home enough for me.
That & she had a mission, even if her ship did seem to be eating people. Clear out the prison & make sure the repair crews got safely started. She wasn't going to be doing that by wasting time with a native.
-Mary (in Felucian) Maybe no-one belongs here now. But I am here to retake it. It will bend to my will or else.
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on May 15, 2016 18:38:10 GMT -8
A'Chor trilled a chuckle before catching himself. He really couldn't help it. He'd seen young felucians wishing to prove themselves come down here, only to become corrupted twisted forms of themselves IF they got out alive. Prospectors seeking adventure, Sith seeking a dark place to scheme, Jedi wishing to purge the shadows, and now this young girl, all be it in armor, wishing to bend this place to her will? He shook his head and dropped his arms to his sides after he was rather certain she wouldn't shoot him.
Or else what- outlander?
A'Chor motioned around them and narrowed his eyes, though she might not see because of his embellished tribal mask,
This place is large and twisting. If you do not loose your way, you will fall prey to the traps here- and possibly, the Remanent ... With a trilling sigh, The Felucian took hold of his spear and lowered his head toward her. A series of streaks and dots along his arms, face, head tentacles and even cupped hands started to glow faintly with blue, bioluminescent light, at least giving the immediate area around them some visibility.
At least allow me to travel with you. There is strength in numbers- Especially here.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on May 15, 2016 19:51:07 GMT -8
-Mary (in felucian) If it will not bend, it will break. As for getting lost ...
A few whispered commands caused a hologram to project out of the three red discs on the left side, displaying a real time map of the upper reaches of the jail, courtesy of the Tempest's sensors. The projection faded into a haze below the first few levels, the extent of the ships sensors. But Mary already was thinking up plans for a sensor relay to push back the shroud further.
-Mary (in felucian) This Remanent however is interesting. You have information on things I might find down here?
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on May 18, 2016 19:16:15 GMT -8
A'Chor gazed at the map with some intrigue. He'd never seen this place actually mapped out before. A few cartographers had attempted it, but they all either gave up, or died trying. He was not on that particular expedition, and after the results came back to his ears, he was glad of his absence. Then she spoke of the Remanent and the Felucian shuttered slightly.
I must say You have come more prepared than most.
He commented, before addressing her more pressing question.
What ever there is to find down here, it won't be a pleasant find. There is no riches, or lost technology. There is only years of pain and suffering, bottled up in the bowls of the planet. And that kind of darkness spawns some very- unpleasant creatures.
Listen...
A'Chor let out a series of loud clicks and trills before falling absolutely silent. A few moments later, a strange, distant chorus of whistles, shrieks and scratching sounds echoed throughout the countless invisible tunnels before dying down into silence again.
This darkness has claimed many. My brothers, beasts- people from the sky. It is much weaker now, but it's machinations are not. Tell me, What exactly is your purpose here?
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Post by Mary Cerulea on May 19, 2016 10:24:18 GMT -8
Mary froze for a moment at the shrill noise. Loud noises were extremely bad news. In the best case whatever hunted these halls was now aware of some new prey. In the worst, it was already getting ready to attack.
-Mary Pain & Suffering. Well, now I know why the council sent me. I'm not here for riches. I am here to make this dark hole in the ground back into a prison.
Mary was watchful, it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine that her goal was to strengthen the powers already in the prison. Though that seemed rather darker than most of the things she had heard about Jedi. Then again, she didn't really have any proof that the cantina tales she had heard weren't just Jedi propaganda. If he choose to see it that way, he might decided to attack to keep her from truly entering the prison. Now she had possible threats in either direction. Being the meat in the middle was never enjoyable, something she had scars enough to prove.
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on May 23, 2016 19:02:57 GMT -8
A'chor felt her unrest ripple through the force and bristled slightly with the change in mood. He shook his head and clicked softly.
Don't worry outlander. I didn't tell them anything they didn't already know. As soon as we stepped foot off that lift, we were being watched.
A'chor hesitated before peering down one of the passages. The light from his body got a bit brighter as he readied his spear.
I do not understand why the Jedi see it within their nature to create prisons in such dark places, but if you wish to proceed, I will accompany you. We should not terry here.
Extending his three fingered right hand, he lowered his head and closed his glassy black eyes, feeling the flow of the force. A shiver rippled through the Felucian and he sighed, heaving his shoulders.
We will not remain safe here for much longer. If you wish to eradicate the Remanent here, we must be moving constantly.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on May 24, 2016 9:29:26 GMT -8
Mary shrugs, before looking down the same passage. She could make out plenty of detail down in, but saw nothing that should have given clue to a lurking threat.
-Mary Don't know. Known jedi for a week. fine moving around. Upper levels though. too deep for life signs from the sensors. At least without better relay.
As her attention shifted back more to her surroundings, her manner of speaking shift back to the short, clipped way she had grown into lurking in the dark & lonely guts of coruscant.
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on May 24, 2016 16:10:22 GMT -8
A'Chor nodded and shouldered his spear.
I am confused. You can wield the force. Are you not a Jedi?
He observed before peering at the three passages presenting themselves. He felt more life concentrated down the left one, but he Looked to Mary and tilted his head.
Considering you're the one with the map, and this is your mission, I shall follow your. Lead on outlander.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on May 24, 2016 19:33:50 GMT -8
Mary couldn't tell any difference in the passages. The smart choice would be return to the surface, rig up a sensor relay & then return with overwatch of the area to pick off smaller groups & lower the total population before trying to crack the bigger groups. But she also had a helper that seemed to know the area as well.
-Mary Not officially. My force training has been a year of hiding & fighting for my life. Not much room for religion on top of that. Right two options. Push on & have a quick look around. Pull back to the surface, rig some gear, get a better picture, & see where they all are. preference?
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on Jun 12, 2016 19:19:40 GMT -8
A'chor considered her options for a moment and shook his head.
If we leave now, we'll have several enemies waiting for our return, and as far as I know- this is the only entry point.
He steadied his spear and motioned for the girl to follow him.
We will travel down the tunnel with the least amount of life. These creatures are too corrupt to work as a unit. The strong survive down here. The weak, get devoured. We can turn this to our advantage. Stay close.
With that, he started down the right tunnel, his tentacles atop his head twitching every so often. He paused, hunching his shoulders and giving out a series of clicks.
Straight in front of us. Watch, look for it's eyes.
Indeed, just before them, a set of glowing crimson eyes shifted into existence. A'chor took a slow step back, griping his spear tightly. Carefully, he spoke to the girl, but this time, through the force.
This one is larger than I am. He was once a warrior. Be careful. His strength has only grown with the darkside's influence.
With a strange sort of trilling war cry, the beat charged forward. A'chor himself kept in a ready position, though he was curious as to what this girl would do before he lunged in with his spear. The last thing he wanted, was for her to shoot him.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jun 13, 2016 8:58:41 GMT -8
Mary was used to dealing with big things in the dark trying to eat her. That had been a concise description of the last year of her life more or less. She was minor interested that the local's voice had taken on a hollow sound for the last statement. She knew that things like that reacted poorly to light & loud noise. Something she had in abundance.
Her carbine was already held at the ready. The short, stubby block of metal with the words 'gar's tooth' scratched into the barrel of the weapon didn't look like much, but it spoke with authority. Pointing dead center at the center of mass for the beast, easy enough with her mask showing her the corridor as if it was brightly lit, she pressed the firing stud. In just under a second, the carbine had spit out twelve bolts. Each bolt fired with a sound like someone hitting a steel barrel with a sledge hammer.
Before heading down the hall, she had set the weapon to the twelve bolt burst & loosened up the spread enough that the bolts would spread out to fill the corridor when fired. Most would impact the walls, ceiling or floor further down the hall. On the bonus side though, there was literally nowhere a target could hide that would result in it taking at least two bolts. Each one of those shots had enough power behind it to blow a crater in the walls big enough for her to stick her head in. The only real downside was that it was a massive energy hog. She could fire only six bursts that size before having to reload all three energy cells. On the plus side, the cells could be changed out individually & she was carrying a fairly large number of spares.
Mary was extremely surprised when the creature didn't fall under the damaged of the two smoking craters in its body. It had stumbled nearly to a halt, but it didn't fall. One of the three power indicators switched from green to yellow, alerting her that the cell in question was already half empty. Taking a moment granted by the creature's halt, Mary tightened the nozzle back on the beam spreader. Her next burst of twelve bolts all ate in the thing's body. The power light flicked from yellow to red, one empty. The creature was still standing though. Time for a change of tactics. The next burst severed a leg, causing the creature to topple over. Second yellow. The one after that took off the near side arm. Second red. After that it was just edging close enough to get a line of sight to the last two limbs. Third yellow, Third red.
-Mary Huh.
The creature was still twitching. All five parts of it in fact. She was also now empty on her main weapon. Taking a few moments to carefully cycle out the drained power cells & replace them, she had an interesting idea about a better loading system. Once again reasonably armed, Mary decided she had enough of an idea of what she would find down in the prison. She was going to need to get some of her heavier weaponry. Additionally, the sensor relay to see where all these beasties were just became a must have.
Quickly leading the way back to the main shaft, she hopped back up onto her waiting droid. A simple process she had learned were she pushed against the floor, lighting her own weight until she was light enough to jump incredible distances or heights. Simple enough physics, but the annoying Jedi voice in her head once again muttered things about how the force doesn't work like that. Waiting just long enough for the Felucian to climb on board as well, the droid lifted the pair back to the surface.
Making her way out of the stone shell that remained of the surface prison, Mary stopped dead at the sight outside. That wasn't her ship. Sure it had the right paint job & the right name, that she still couldn't pronounce, was printed on the side. But it was a completely different model. She doubted it was even from the same original shipyard. A quick recognition match in the mask labeled it as a HT-2200 medium freighter. Keeping her carbine at the ready, she made her way carefully up the main ramp & took a quick look around. The droids were still at work in the workshop melting down the scrap. The swoop frames where still in place. Everything that she had taken the time & energy to install was still there, if in slightly different spots. That settled it, her ship is haunted.
Making a mental note to investigate her ship's history. Mary sets that issue aside for the moment. A quick order to the working droids had a one of them pull off to unpacking & preparing one of the sensor buoys. Another was given instructions for a quick construction job. Making her way to the Armoury, Mary pulls one of the DH-X heavy blaster rifles from its storage locker. The fire rate was much lower, but she was betting that a single shot from this beast would put down any of those insanely durable beasties.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2016 21:09:25 GMT -8
Naan yawned and adjusted her mask as she woke up on her bed. The young Tusken slowly stood up and walked over the the door of her room, opening it and walking out, heading towards the noise that was coming from the armory. Naan peeked around the corner and spotted Mary who seemed to be working on something. Still slightly groggy, Naan walked in rubbing her mask to get at the crust in the corners of her eyes.
-Naan in Tusken- "You were gone for a while, Mary. Is everything okay?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jun 17, 2016 12:56:51 GMT -8
Getting ready to head out of the Armoury & toward where the droids where working on her special project, Mary was surprised to see Naan again. It would seem that the ship, at least sometimes, returned the people it vanished. A useful bit of knowledge. Though she had no clue if the Jedi & his guest would also return at some point. Luckily, she still had the Tusken language programming loaded into her mask.
-Mary (in Tusken) Yes, everything is fine now. Want to help with a project?
Gathering up five large packs that had been stowed separately & in extremely heavy blast boxes, Mary handed one to Naan to carry & another two to the large local. Leading the way to the Workshop, Mary takes a moment to admire the fact that this version of the ship had a much more spacious area devoted to it. Mary was already thinking about new equipment she could have put in with the extra space. Another nice thing about it was right next to the Vehicle Bay & directly across from the Fighter Bay. In fact, it & the Vehicle bay had both been part of a single cargo hold in the past, now separated only by the newly installed bulkhead between them.
Sitting on one of the heavy, bolted down work benches in the area was a coffin sized metal box. The piece that would be the lid was still missing, but the droid working on it was letting the last weld on the body set. Setting the packs down well away from the still hot metal, Mary opened the first up, revealing it to be full of an eye-hurting bright yellow putty. A quick trip to one corner of the Workshop & she returned pushing a hover cart loaded with a 210 litter drum of what looked like metal marbles.
-Mary (in Tusken) Once the metal is cool enough to touch, we are going to spread a thin layer of the putty along the bottom of the box. Then we scoop in the bearings.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 17, 2016 14:24:53 GMT -8
Naan yawned again and did as she was told. Carry the large pack in her small arms the Tusken girl waddled after Mary and the Felucian. She had not said anything so as not to be rude, but the being creeped her out slightly. After setting the pack down Naan eyed the putty that Mary was showing to them. Naan straightened out her robes and looked over at the box.
-Naan in Tusken- "Are we making a bomb? I've never seen anything like the putty before, but I've seen my grandfather packing explosives with balls like this before."
Naan shuffled around a bit before speaking again. She seemed nervous about the explosives, and grabbed her arm while looking over the floor.
-Naan in Tusken- "Is something down there?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Oct 13, 2016 18:59:28 GMT -8
-Mary (In tusken) Yes. Dark things. & we are going to bring them some light.
It didn't take long for the metal to cool, & soon a slightly lumpy layer of putty was spread across the bottom panel of the crate. The rest of the space was filled, carefully, with the metal balls. It could have been done much more roughly as the explosive wasn't going to be set off that easily. However, when working with explosives it often paid well to work carefully. Once the top lid was sealed on, the crate was stood on end. It looked it a particularly ugly coffin, something Mary thought was rather fitting. A few minutes of work had it & a sensor relay buoy at the top of the lift shaft.
Riding once again on the head of her floating loading droid, she made quick work of firmly attaching a wench rig inside the shaft. She didn't hook it up yet, but the buoy would hang from it & get a much better look at the prison. Once again she rode down a kilometer of blank shaft. once again she stopped a short distance above the roof of the lift car. Her mask display was showing the current feed from the ship's sensors. The quality was low as it was right on the edge of what the ship could read, but there was definitely something in the entrance hall. Waiting. An extremely small video dot lowered on a monofilament wire let her see into the hall as well as if she had been standing there.
Even with all the features in the mask, it was nearly impossible to get a clear look at them, beyond the glowing red eyes. Even that wasn't equal. Some had only one or two, while others had dozens. The whole hall was filled with them, like a malicious dark fog. It took her nearly fifteen minutes of sitting there in the shaft to get the ship's sensors keyed in enough to get a solid read. Even then she wasn't too sure how many were in the room.
At last it was time to act. Taking a moment to attach a shock resistant holo recorder to the top of the coffin, she got everything lined up. With a single command, the coffin was dropped into the lift cabin, with a heavy metal plate slamming over the previously cut hole a fraction of a second later, held tightly in place by the loading droid. The reaction inside the hall was nearly as quick as the mass surged toward the open doors of the lift. A tide of living darkness seeking to devour. It took the first less than a second to reach the threshold of the lift. Unfortunately for it.
The front of the coffin exploded. The remains of the somewhat stronger lid spun through the first thing like a buzz saw through tissue paper & continued onward unslowed. The cloud of ball bearings that followed it was even less forgiving. As the things died, the dark fog they had gathered around them dissipated, at least it did where enough of it survived the concussive wave of the explosion. Even in the shadow of the explosion, the heavy metal plate bucked up against the straining loading droid & warped slightly. The only thing that stopped the relentless tide of metal was the far wall of the entrance hall. Though the hall would likely be four or five centimeters longer than in had been before. She would definitely be saving this video.
After prying the metal plate away from the gap, Mary dropped lightly into the blasted lift. Her DH-X was snuggled tightly to one shoulder, ready to fire. She had to admit she was a little impressed, there were one or two twitching massed still shrouded in their mists. One shot each was all it took to rectify that. Once she was sure she had her beachhead secure, she sent the order to hook up the buoy & lower down the shaft. Shortly it would be time to go hunt down the rest of these beasts. Soon, she would be able to see where each & every one of them was hiding. Sometimes you brought the light with a lantern. And sometimes you brought the light with a flamethrower.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Nov 7, 2016 22:15:41 GMT -8
Mary was having fun. If you could consider it that. More accurately, she was back in the comfort zone she had been in for roughly the last year. She was technically never more than a few minutes from a brutal, gruesome death at any given point, but there is a kind of zen that comes with the knowledge that everything is trying to kill you. The world simplified down to things that needed to be killed & inanimate objects.
It helped, of course, that she could more or less see where the creatures were. A few of the sneakier ones were keeping her on her toes, as the sensor buoy wasn't perfect, but for the most part the creatures were being painted clearly in her HUD. A mass of signatures was collecting just beyond the next arch, maybe ten meters away. It looked like they were trying to ambush her again. She took a moment to cycle a next power core into her DH-X. With that done, a curt order made the lifter droid float forward a short ways. There was a rather bulky contraption strapped to the underside of it, mostly made up of a number of various sized tanks. A moment later, a wave of fire roared past the arch, splattering everywhere. Anywhere the gel touched, it stuck & burned. There was a whoosh of rushing air as the fire devoured it. Even when the local air was depleted, the gel still burned, using oxygen in the fuel itself. Without the oxygen set up, hooked into her mask, Mary would have suffocated a good bit ago. As it was, she just watched with a muted glee as the creatures twisted & writhed, trying to escape the fire. The very few that looked to be making progress with scraping off the gel quickly collected a few bolts from her rifle. It was brutal. It was merciless. It was methodical. It was effective. Titana approved.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Dec 2, 2016 17:17:55 GMT -8
One thing the creatures had going for them was their incredible durability. It often took several bolts, even with her heaviest rifle, to put on down after it was injured. Going against an uninjured one was even worse. It was like trying to empty a well, one bucket at a time. She had taken to making frequent trips back to the surface to restock & rest. She, of course, hoisted the sensor buoy back to the top of the shaft. It would not do to have the creature get smart & try to damage it. Taking another rest, Mary reviewed the stock she had left. She still had a fair bit of most things, but she doubted she would be able to restock on some of the things she was using. The things she could restock on she was nearly out of. Nearly every power cell she had for the DH-X was recharging. Her flamer fuel was completely spent & would take a few days to brew up some more in the workshop. She could not afford to use any more of her limited stocks of grenades. As for other explosives, it would take even longer to create than the flamethrower fuel & she couldn't do both at the same time. She had plenty of cells for the less powerful weapons, but she shuddered at the thought of trying to take on one of the creatures using one of them.
Getting the chemical lab working on brewing up more of the flamethrower fuel. She took a long nap. After that she took her carbine, Gar's Tooth, & started pulling it apart on one of the workbenches in the workshop. She had had several good ideas on how to improve it. The first change was that she ditched the complicated power cell slots. They were bulky & difficult to change. Instead she shopped together a rotary cylinder that would hold six power rods. While they couldn't take the smaller & more common energy cells, the rods had much more power. It made it look kind of like an oversized revolver. It would also make it much easier to reload it, though she would have to remember to keep a number of the power rods on hand. The front grip she switched out from a barrel grip to a vertical grip. Finally, she added a vibroblade that extended from just past the front grip to just past the tip of the barrel. Due to how she mounted it, the blade could still be used when the barrel was fully extended, though it wouldn't increase the size of the blade any. All of these changes meant she had to make a new holster for it. She settled for a base plate design that would leave much of the weapon visible, but added a leather flap she could fasten down over the outside in case she wanted it covered up, or needed to keep the elements off.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Feb 6, 2017 17:10:52 GMT -8
Mary was sitting on her landing ramp slowly chewing her way through a bit of charred meat. She could have used her ship's stores, but the wildlife out in the jungle beyond the ash ring was entertaining to hunt. Most of it even tried to hunt back. She had been out at the old prison site for just over a month now. Parts of the ground in 2 kilometer across circle of ash surrounding the prison still smoldered, but most everything had burnt down completely now. The whole area was on sitting on a rock dome, which was why the prison had likely been built here in the first place. That meant however that the nearly ever present ground water was lacking here. Then again, it also meant she could keep a camp fire going under one of the Tempest's wings instead of trying to build one inside.
She had managed to fit together two more of the HV-7 knock-offs she was building on the side. Her main task here seemed to have hit a dead end. She had 'cleared' the prison at least twice that she was sure of. But more of the creepy shadow things would form every time she left. Sometimes, they would even seem to form right behind her. In the beginning, they had mostly been physical things. Meat & blood & bone. Things that could be killed. As she continued however, it was more & more oily shadows & less flesh. It was like trying to sweep up a puddle.
She glanced over once again at the ring of stone that was what was left of the surface structure. It was smaller than the Tempest & was even sitting in the ship's shadow for most of the day, but it seemed to cast its own shadow outward over everything nearby. Structurally, she knew the underground part of the prison was perfectly sound, even if the tip had crumbled to little more than a hollowed outer ring of four walls & the nearly pyramid reinforcing over the top of the lift shaft. Her own addition of a new brace & some cables hooked to a small platform had given the shaft a lift again, though it was currently being used mainly by her sensor buoy. She hadn't been expecting the need to burst a bunker when stocking up the Tempest, so pretty much all her explosives had been personnel grade. Even the really big blast she had used to clear the atrium hadn't done more than tear up some of the deck plates. A thin trickle of smoke was even now winding its way out of the shaft & into the sky. She had used so much flamethrower fuel & explosives down there that all the air had been devoured. Her flamethrower still worked down there, barely, but the flames were thin & sickly without oxygen around to help fan the fuel. Anyone wanting to head down there would either need to wait years for it to cycle out, wear a breath mask, or find out where the prison's air systems were. Either way, she hoped someone would come by to help finish out the task. She was supposed to have a Jedi Master out here training her & helping things along. Until then, she was keeping careful track of how much she had left to pay off the cost of the Tempest.
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