A Dust of Hope [open]

[Myn Corstar]

[[ooc: I'm gonna mess around a bit, if anyone feels like hopping on in, feel free, I haven't had a free RP in ages.]]

Myn locked the Revenge down, setting her into a security mode that even the Emperor of the Galaxy couldn't bypass without several hours. He turned and looked out from his vantage point. He figured he'd have to make at least ten steps through the rain before he'd make it to the inside of the small customs port.

It turned out, it was thirteen.

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"Drop your pack in the box and walk through the scanner." The customs agent said in a semi bored voice. The man acted like it, or really didn't seem to care that there was a new arrival.

Myn was donned in his pilot's uniform, his bodyarmor still stowed away on his YT-2000. A WESTAR-34 rode one hip, the Lightsaber a knotch on the belt behind it.

Myn slipped his pack off and dropped it in the box. The man raised an eyebrow at Myn, before the Echani finally got the hint and dropped the blaster pistol and lightsaber into the box too.

"Don't get many jedi in these parts." The Security Officer said as he waved Corstar through the scanner.

"Nothing to declare." Myn said as he walked through. The officer looked at the scanner reports and made a face.

"You'll have to take a quick cleaning. You seem to be carrying some bugs on you."

"I haven't felt any diffrent than I have in the last few years." Myn said somewhat truthfully.

"Still, procedures."

Myn rolled his eyes and followed the Security officer to the locker room.

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Five minutes later, Myn walked back into the lockerroom, rubbing his head with a towel. The officer was nowhere to be seen. Nor was Myn's clothing. The Echani grunted, not really liking the idea of traveling the rest of the galaxy only in a bathrobe, he started for the door when it opened on it's own. It was then that he realised that the lockerroom was also inhabitted by a pair of aliens on the other side of the room.

"Ok friends, time for you to invest in our insurance policies." The voice said as Myn raised an eyebrow. The pair of Security Officers walked in, one of them weilding a Stunprod.

It only took a moment before one of the aliens warbled a response.

"Backtalk? From scum like this? Now now." One of the officers said as he crossed the room in only two strides. He struck the alien in the midsection with the stunstick, making it fall to the ground, twitching.

Myn watched silently, leaning on the wall for a moment, as the Officer beat the alien with a stunprod. The man stood up for a moment looked at the Echani.

"What are you looking at?"

"A man who's honor is so degraded, he must resort to fighting those who cannot fight back." Myn replied, not taking his eyes off the stunprod.

The officers looked at eachother for a moment, comprehending what Myn had said. As the remaining alien tended to his companion, Myn assessed the situation.

two of them, one of me. The one without the weapon will try to hold me while the other one hits me most likely. Classic doubleteam. Keep them bundled together. Myn thought as the officers looked back at the Echani, one yelled something of a warcry before charging.

Myn dodged around the first officer's swing. The haymaker would've snapped Myn's head back, and into the wall. As the fist connected with the wall and popped, Myn lashed out with his feet, catching the man in the knee, sending it in a direction it wasn't mean to go. As the officer yelled, Myn brought his arm around and gave the man a broadhanded slap to the face, stunning him and pushing him backwards more than doing any damage.

As the man with the stunprod came in, Myn dodged outwards, doing his best to stay out of range of the weapon. As the officer lunged, Myn dodged to the side and caught the arm, bringing his knee up to connect with the arm. As it popped, Myn pulled, sending the officer into the wall.

Before Myn could move on the other officer again, he felt something stab him in the back, all of his muscles tensing and cramping. Falling to the ground he hit on his shoulder and rolled over. Before he blacked out, the last sight he saw was the alien with the stunprod.

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Myn woke up with a major headache, he once again was clad in his old clothes, although how he got in them, he didn't want to know. He started to sit up and hit his head on a bunk. He came back down on the bed he was laying on and cursed for a moment before looking around the cell.

He got off the bunk and looked out the small window, grimacing at the increase of light. He could just barely make out the small logo of the Planetary Security Forces, on the building wall not too far away.

"Sithspawn."

[|[JK]|]

Jahn stirred, the movement of a room mate was long since last felt. With a groan he sat up and peered through the thin light. His eyes being well adjusted to the glow cast by the crack scanned the new inmate.

He was broad, big but strong. At first glance he caught the impression that the man could snap a grown man in half if provoked. Jahn decided not to be the one who provoked him.

Lightly he hoped down, he adjusted the belt that span shoulder to hip over his black light body armor. Empty holster at his waist and lacking bodyweight made him appear less than formidable.

A raspy voice came from that darkness as though it had not been used for days, "Don't move so fast, after the shock you have been through and time you've been out, you'll probably be more than a little tipsy. At least give your eyes some time to adjust."

Jahn sat limply on Myn's bunk and let out a sigh, "Stun batons, single greatest tool invented that can knock a man out faster than a dieing Bantha."

He scanned the man once more from the new perspective, something was off about the man, though he had been hit, likely hard' with the stun baton, he seemed nearly agile in stance. It had been a long time since he had seen a man carry himself with such precision. That alone said something about his character. What exactly, he did not know but he couldn't shake a warm feeling that was coming over him.

Was it, hope?

[Myn Corstar]

Myn sat up and shook his head a few times.

"Never known banthas to die all that quickly." The mercenary said as he opened his eyes widely and let the pupils regain focus. The room was slowly coming back into shape.

"Here to question me or did you take a shower in the wrong place too?"

Myn stood up and stretched his arms to the sides, the bones making slight popping noises as he rotated them. He felt the lax dull pain slowly begin to fade away.

[|[JK]|]

(i thought you were already up when you were looking through the window.)

Jahn, out of habbit, rubed a sore mustle on the back of his neck. He normally did this when thinking of painful moments. Unfortunatly he had been doing this more often lately.

"Well you might say that. Though I didn't quite make it to the showers." He glanced arround the room still skeptable about the security of the room, "I woulden't give up my blaster nor would I let them have my clothes. Well, they just sped up the entrance of the stun wielding guards."

He extended his hand in greeting. Before the War he never would have greeted a stranger, but after seeing newer ways of life he felt that his time was too short to be grim to every creature me meets. He decided he would let the first impression decide whether he would be affiable or not.

"My name's Jahn." He doubted any being would remember than name in this new Galaxy.

[Myn Corstar]

[[I'm...a moron sometimes. Sorry. Laws of physics don't apply to me of course!...bleh]]

Myn looked around for a moment before focusing on the other man. Myn took Jahn's hand and shook it. "Corstar. Myn Corstar."

"Next port I enter I'm not leaving ship without my armor." He muttered under his breath before moving past the man and studing the cell doorframe. "Made any escape attempts?"

Myn had broken out of several prisons and into several others, mostly in the corporate authority section of the galaxy however. The more backwater, the better. Most of the time.

Myn slammed his shoulder into the door and bounced backwards, cursing in Huttese. He rubbed his shoulder and looked at the door for a moment. It wasn't much of a suprise, but if the room was being monitored, he'd probably get a fast response.

[|[JK]|]

(physics? who needs it? lol)

Jahn stretched out a hand in warning but it was too late. With a grimace he remembered his own dealings with the door. Instantly Jahn was in action, he also remembered what followed an attempted escape.

He drew himself into a corner and searched blindly through the darkness until his hands curled lightly around what he was hoping was there. He felt the cool surface of a stone. He shut his eyes tight, they would no longer be of use.

In his mind he mapped the room, he placed everything where he knew they were but one corner seemed blank. He had no memory of the left corner of the room. There, that had to be it.

Taking the rock firm in his hand he opened his eyes and surely the left upper corner was shrouded in a dark shadow that no light touched. Then, summoning every bit of strength he could muster he hurled the rock into the corner and with a resounding crack and electronic buzz he know he had struck home. Static bolts lept from the camera though far enough away to not cause harm to either of the prisoners.

"Well Myrn Corstar, I hope you have a better plan for what happens next..." He looked up to the man from the corner from where he threw the rock. The next move was his as his experience was greater in this situation. Handing the lead to another man who he barely knew, something he never could have done 2 years ago but he knew their escape depended on it.

[Myn Corstar]

"Hey. It actually worked once on Nar Shadda. Never hurts to make sure." Myn realised his choice of words weren't the most sound as the door swung open.

Myn ignored the dull pain from his shoulder and caught the stunprod that started through the door, followed by an arm. He brought his knee up, while pushing down, on the man's wrist. As there was a sickening crack, the stunprod came around and hit the jailer upside the head.

As he crumpled to the ground, Myn charged as the second guard appeared. Catching the man's hand in a reach for a blaster pistol, the mercenary jabbed the guard below the belt with the stunprod.

Myn looked up and down the small corridor. He hadn't caused too much noise, but the rest of the garrison would probably be down in short order. The first two had been playing cards only a few dozen steps away. "Coming, or are you planning on growing roots?"

The Echani knelt down next to the spasming guard and punched him on the side of the temple, knocking him unconscious. He relieved the man of his gunbelt and palmed the DC-17P. The older sidearm had definately seen better days, but was still at full charge.

[|[JK]|]

"Yeah, well roots never hurt anyone, but shouldering durasteel and prodding unmentionable places with a stun batton..." he paused for a moment to take in what happened. "But hey, one must try at least once."

He too did a sweep of the guards, though the weapons were gone, he swiped a security pass code and a paper with log times... it happened to look like flight patterns. If planned right, they may be able to get off this planet without disrupting any other guards or civilians. Perfect planning prevents poor preformance...

'Eh what are the odds of that?' he thought but then proceed through the door trying to spot any of the baton wielding guards before they spotted them. The last thing they needed was a planet wide man hunt for the two. Things were going to be hard enough as they were.

"Alright mate, you got a ship? Lead the way." He tossed Myrn the paper with flight codes and lifted the security card in a show that he was ready. "Lets get off this rock."

[Myn Corstar]

"YT2K." Myn advanced down the corridor, holding the blaster pistol in a two handed 'weaver' stance.

"First I need to retrieve some things."

Myn studied the split in the corridor. One hallway led downwards, and seemingly to more cells. The other led upwards, to the surface it looked like. He noticed two cameras, one watching both corridors.

Steadying his hand by bracing against a wall, he shot the light. Sparks danced along the floor and the second corridor was suddenly alot darker.

"Hope they don't have NV or IR." Myn muttered. The glowing colors of a keypad stood out against the door. "Get the door."

Myn moved halfway up the corridor, to where he could cover both the door and back the way they came.

[|[JK]|]

Jahn races down the length of the corridor. Rather than busting through he pressed an ear against the cool surface of the sliding door. The commotion outside would soon spread through entire installation and he would rather not open the door to be staring into the muzzle of a blaster... or a stun baton.

He stretched out with his senses searching for some source of life. As he suspected he felt a figure close to the door. He let out a slight sigh then dropped close to the ground. He would have to anticipate the guards reaction if he was to take on a guard unarmed. He swiped the card and the door hissed open. Jahn dove forward sweeping under a stray blaster bolt and grabbed onto the man's ankle. With a great heave, he pulled the guard off his feet and he struck the ground with a sickening thud. Happening to find its way into his hand, Jahn caught the blaster in mid air and rose to his feet in one fluid motion.

He aimed at the two guards in the corner. One was a man and the other a female. Surprisingly he recognized the man as the pain returned to his baton burn. He squeezed off a shot into the man's leg and he crumpled to the ground. Jahn switched the blaster to stun and hit the man once more rendering him conscience. Then he aimed the weapon once more at the female guard.

"Myrn, get in here! Find your gear and mine. I've got two guards down and one in the corner." He thumbed the switch and the blaster converted from stun to kill.

"Oh, and while your at it find mine. I've got a blaster and a thermal kit somewhere in here. Well, forget the blaster just find my thermal kit." He took a step forward to get a possible better shot on the remaining guard if she tried anything sneaky.

[Myn Corstar]

"Myn. It's Myn." The Echani muttered as he held his shoulder. The first blaster bolt had caught him somewhat by suprise. The shot had missed his collarbone by a hair's width. He passed Jahn and shot the man on the ground next to him, twice. He wouldn't be using his lower legs anytime soon without a bacta tank visit.

Myn moved through the room quickly, moving to what looked like a closet, he opened it and took a quick peek inside. It held dozens of lockers lining the walls. He selected the closest one that had a lock on it and shot the electronic lock. Opening the locker, he withdrew his pack. It took him a moment to put a patch on his shoulder and inject himself with an adrendaline syringe.

"Found my pack." He went through the pack, withdrawing his gunbelt. Tossing the DC-17P in his pack, he shouldered it with a grimace.

Opening the next locker down in a similar fashion as the one before, he pulled out a thermal kit and blaster belt. "Found yours too. Coming out."

Myn stepped outside of the closet and tossed the pack towards Jahn, drawing a WESTAR-34 in his left hand while holding the lightsaber in his right. Igniting the green blade, he leveled it at the female officer's head.

"You're going to help us get out of here. Or I'll show you what happens when this blade touches your skin."