Dirk ran along at a terrific speed, past stunned guards and broken machines. One guard, however, did have time to fire. A bolt whizzed past Dirk, blowing a piece of machinery loose, the broken piece landed at Dirk's feet, tripping him. At the vast speed in which he was going, the fall was horrible. Blood streamed from his face, arms, chest, legs, and any other area that had hit the ground.
Dirk struggled to hit feet, batting blaster shots back with his saber. He clenched his teeth and closed his mind against the pain. Far above him he saw a catwalk that led to a large steel door, "That must be it", he thought to himself. Giving a mighty jump he lept high into the air, landing on the catwalk. With no hesitation he slit the door with his saber.
1:30 seconds remaining. He ran forward into the room, sure enough here was the blast door controlls. A guard ran in behind him and was cut in twain by the saber. Twirling the lightsaber he jammed it into the computer, severing cables and opening the blast doors as the circuts fried.
1:00 remaining. He looked about the room for a way out and found a large glass window opening into a courtyard below. He yelled and hurled himself through the window, reaching out through the force to slow his fall. He came up and glanced around. He was in a closed courtyard with no way out. Over in the corner were three Skispray Blastboats, engines running as guards and workers hurried into the them.
:30 seconds remaining. He ran to the nearest ship, slamming his lightsaber home into the heart of the pilot. He reached through the force and pushed the loading group out of the way, where they landed in a heap on the floor. Leaping into the ship, he flicked on the final engine sequence and lifted the ship into a hover. He rotated the ship, lasers and torpedos blasting the guards, factory, and other ships.
0:00 seconds remaining, detonation. The entire facilty began to rumble and shake as flames engulfed it and explosions shook it. Dirk slammed the ship into gear, whizzing through the flames that shot high into the sky. The terrible heat seared through the ship, and he could tell the outside of the plane was aflame.
Even with jedi calming and pain control techniques, Dirk was begining to weave in and out of conciousness. He turned the ship towards where they had come from and took it in low and slow.
As the ship skimmed the ground, he through himself from it, landing on the ground as the ship whizzed into the air and exploded with a bang.
He lay there, assessing the damage. He was bleeding from almost every pore, his hands were burnt from the heat of the controll stick, at least three of his ribs were broken from the fall, and his leg was in an akward position.
"Luis, Hanix, I am here...", he shot out telepathicly, even as darkness enveloped his conciousness.