Brant smiled as he lined the Probot in his crossairs and activated the Active Silencer. As he squezed the trigger, almost silent red bolts lanced out at the bot, which easily tore through the thick amor plate that suroned it....just as Dagon jumped on.
Both were thrown violently to the cold, hard floor. "Sithspit!" Brant cursed, but before he could see if Dagon was okay he would have to deal with a new threat.
A pair of blast doors opened, and a large group of evil looking thugs stepped out and riased their weapons.
"Time to die," the 'target' frp, ealier said, loading some shotgun shells into his old-fashioned weapon.
"You wish," Brant whispered, and opened fire upon the group. His lasers were soon followed by shots from Dagon's duel pistols. Although bleedign slightly from a mino head wound, Dagon seemed to be okay.
In moments only a few thugs remained. A shotgun shot turned the repeatign blaster to debris, and Brant was forced to use his father's lightsaber. He couldn't miss the suprise in Dagon's and the thug's eyes.
As Dagon shot down the secodn to last thug, Brant colapsed to the floor as a shotgun shot sent durasteel balls into his leg. He cried in pain.
"Fool!" the 'target' smiled, and began to pull the trigger, but in a moment, Brant kicked the man in the crouch, then impaled him on his saber.
"You are right," Brant gasped, throwing the man accros the room and accidentally knocked Dagon to the ground, "Fool."
He reached down and healped Dagon to his feet. "Sorry about that. And by the way, that name's Flir. Brant Flir."
"Jedi?" Dagon demanded.
"No, but my father was," Brant shook his head, "Well, let's see what we got."
As Dagon entered the HQ ahead, which was now void of enemies. Before Brant follewed, he saw a small holodisk protudign from the 'target's pocket. He lifted it up and turned it on. A strangly shaped starfighter apeared, and stats began to show up. 'M-Wing' it said.
He stuffed it in his pocket and followed Dagon...
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Don't mention the M-Wing