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| - After taking two lefts while proceeding towards his target, he had been ambushed by a large force of rebels in their mismatched armor and ragtag weapons, only to have them run away at the sight of the armor in which he existed in. After chuckling to himself, another thing he rarely did, he pressed forward, deeper into ship. "Finally, someone who has the audacity to kill me." "I've got no more time for games," the apprentice said aloud as he raised his metal hands to unleash a telekinetic punch that rumbled the bulkheads and sent bodies and cargo flying like ragdolls and rocks. "Uh, yes sir."
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| - After taking two lefts while proceeding towards his target, he had been ambushed by a large force of rebels in their mismatched armor and ragtag weapons, only to have them run away at the sight of the armor in which he existed in. After chuckling to himself, another thing he rarely did, he pressed forward, deeper into ship. In a poorly concived attempt, three blue-coated rebels hunched in three different coridors all tossed thermal detenators at him. With the lift of a finger, he sent the thermal detenators back toward their senders with a large blast of thermal heat as the soldiers had the skin burned off whist writhering in pain. "Finally, someone who has the audacity to kill me." Walking slowly yet calmly, as if this were his ship, he continued on through the bright white corridors, each one looking identical to the next. Along the way he would face small groups of disorganized rebels. He could tell they were disorganized by the many ways they responed to his simple presence. Some would shoot, some would scream and run, some would just stand there, and some would even try to talk to him and ask him questions. Regardless, they would all end up the same way, dead. In the distance he could hear a large skirmish within the ship. The sounds of energy weapons discharging echoed throughout the bulkheads of the ship. He decided to assist them, After all, they are my troops, for now at least. Using the Force to guide him, he accelerated to a light jog with his blood-red lightsaber ignited and at the ready. The battle came sooner than he thought, large groups of stormtroopers and rebels were positioned on opposite sides of a long hallway with soldiers taking cover behind cyndrical barrels and perpenticular corridors. The dark apprentice had arrived on the stormtrooper's side of the hallway as the two groups exchanged rounds. Running up to the front of the Imperial line he adopted a Shien-style defensive stance and walked closer to the Rebel line. Leaping into the air, tucking his body close to his center of mass, he spun forward with incredible speed. Using the Force to stop his spin at the ark of his jump, he aimed his feet on a nearby rebel's soldiers and lightsaber at his throat. Falling through the air, both his feet and weapon found their mark, right before using the rebel's lifeless body to propel backward off of. Moving at great speeds with his body horizontal to the floor, he sliced another rebel to his right into two pieces before calling on the Force again to come out of his flight and straighten himself. Charging back into the rebel group, he bounced off of a wall to his right and sliced off the neck of another soldier before coming back into contact with the floor. "I've got no more time for games," the apprentice said aloud as he raised his metal hands to unleash a telekinetic punch that rumbled the bulkheads and sent bodies and cargo flying like ragdolls and rocks. "Captain, order your men to follow me, the target is nearby," the apprentice ordered the trooper behind him. "Uh, yes sir." The apprentice, with the beat-up squad of stormtroopers, continued to the intersection which the now-dead rebels appeared to be defending. "Beyond this coridor is a maze of escape pod shafts, search every inch of this area and bring me her alive. We need those plans."
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