Log:Jedi: Khons Slave Rescue

The New Jedi Order rescue some slaves from a base on moon of Khons.

OOC Date: April, 18th 2018
Location: Khons
Participants: Rey, Ax, Chewbacca, Syrus Volo, John Dryson, Punt Z'Tel, Sesti Greystorm, Jax Greystorm

The moon of Khons has been home to pirates, orbital guns, and now slavers. The Resistance had located a major slavery operation on the moon but didn't have the time or resources to handle the situation, so intel had been passed on the the emerging Jedi Order to handle. The operation had traced it way to one of the illegal groups in the galaxy and it was murky about just which group. The old orbital defense base had been converted into a ship chop shop and illegal mod shop operation all preformed by a large pool of slaves. The problems were the automated defense guns, the large metal hanger door, and ray shields. These would have to be delt with before any rescue operation could be conducted. The plan was simple, a team would infiltrate the base, de-activate the defenses and capture the slavers before a second wave arriving with transports and aid would be arriving.

Rey and Chewie would lead a team of eight into the installtion with the latest delivery of supplies.

At the moment the team was stuffed in a large metal crate together that had been marked supplies. It had been a couple of hours since they should have been delivered. So they were waiting for what should be the middle of the 'night' cycle.

Jax looks at a wrist chronometer counting down to the seconds to the operation to begin, "Alright looks like if everything goes right. We should begin in 15 seconds." He says looking to Rey.

Rey has been parked next to the exit of the shipping container the whole time. She'd rigged the interior door of the container to have its own panel for her to enter an access code that would let them out and the hardest part? The waiting, of course!

Rey looks back to Jax as he speaks off the final warning, she looks to the others then and nods once to them. "Here we go then." Rey says quietly, her Core World accented voice kept soft and hushed.

The young woman turns toward the panel and taps on its keypad, the green numerals scrawl across the screen and then the hatch clicks and hisses as it opens.

Rey turns to eye the others while she raises her blue robe's hood up over her braided hair. "We'll stick together as long as possible, I do not want to get separated if it isn't direly necessary."

"I've got a bad feeling about this," mutters Ax. "I've heard the phrase all your Gundarks in one cage and all that, but... All the jedi in one crate?" He grins, one hand on the hilt of his lightsaber and the other on the hilt of a blaster pistol. He wasn't sure sure which would be the most useful.

Trying to keep out of the large walking carpet's way, Ax leans against one wall of the crate, taking a moment to center himself and call upon the force to give him speed, waiting for Rey to key in the sequence to open the doors. "Hope you know what you're doing, kid," he says, that stupid grin still upon the Echani's face."

The big everyman Jonn Drayson was not geared up too well. In fact, he was in a fiber jumpsuit and held Rey's dinky little hand cannon in one hand. He had no lightsaber, but between the blaster and his own strength, he could do the job. "Dis is chust like der old times," he said in his extremely distinctive accent, with a mix of excitement and apprehension on his face. He was one of the first to leave the crate, scanning the area with narrow eyes for threats. "Dere is nahting to worry about. Der Ched-hai has a strong leeh-der if we all fail hyere. Dey will survive."

Apparently they dont give hooded robes to ally's, Chewbacca will totally have to bring this up at the next meeting. Chewie is crammed into a crate that two beings over 7 feet in height and a body builder should not be crammed into. Chewbacca has his bowcaster cradled in his lap as he awaits the time to get the heck out of this thing. He's also staying vewy vewy quiet as his speaking sounds tend to sound... growly. When the time comes, a deep inhalation and Chewie quickly moves to get out along with everyone else. He reaches down, turning on his translator, and turning it down to low sound. 'Just point at what you need shot.

Punt Ztel is a damn amiable kind of fishman thing. Or at least...he's quiet and easy going for the most part. If he's developed a reputation at the Academy, its been as a shy, but hardworking student. The trip in the metal box to deal with slavers? The large Herglic has been silent, as usual...but there is an intensity to the quiet. He's spent much of the time attempting to meditate, but seemingly failing. His blowhole is cleared in frustration, and he reaches down to check the pair of weapons hanging from the belt that keeps his tarp-sized robe closed. A pair of old, and well-used vibroweapons. A large blade and a much smaller dagger. These are off-set by a newer but slightly battered slicer's tool. "Time to move then. Finally." A low rumbling voice leaves his wide mouth, sharp teeth showing as he speaks.

Luckly, or more the chance, the Force was on their side. The group emerges into a large supply room that was well mostly empty. There was an older looking, put upon Wookiee digging through another crate. He turns to look at the group with a growl of 'Wha' then seeing a group of robbed people an the might Chewbacca with him. The wookie turns fubbling around digging back in the crate then picks up a grease gun and fires it at the camera, 'Oops, Damn Sithspawn tools.' Then goes back to work.

Jax emerges with the rest and takes a deep breath of 'fresh' stale base air. "Alright, Intell stated we're in the supply room." He gestures to the main exit which was open and the work was going on the light of a weilder on Yt up in the distance. A patrol of five guards on rotation. "We either go that way and to the gang way and then the lift." Then he points to a girder running out the door and through out the hanger, "Or we can possibly climb up there and make our way along the grider and to the cat walk, unseen, and access the lift from there."

Rey steps out of the shipping container and she moves several paces ahead to let the other shave room to funnel out... they'd made it, in mostly one piece. She was thankful to be here and thankful to be out of that container with all of them (some of them emit some odd smells!).

Rey's eyes look around the supply room and she's quite curious precisely what all is kept here, but they've a mission to attend to. She looks toward Jax then and then at the options he designates. "We should use the least likely to be seen for as long as possible option." Rey softly says, motioning toward that girder. "I can climb it, I'm sure of it." She says, her eyes then looking to her companions on this mission.

Ax is one of the last out of the crate, a lightsaber in one hand and a blaster in the other. "I'm more for the direct approach, if for no other reason than the shock value and I doubt that we're the sneakiest group of people to begin with. Climbing girders and such makes us damned easy targets," he says. "I'm not saying we rush in hacking, slashing, shooting, and just killing everything in sight, but a bunch of stun bolts can turn the tides of a fight pretty quickly, meanwhile we get the big guys looking all scary with their blades and bowcaster to show that we have a lethal option if needed."

Jonn Drayson looked at the girder leading to higher ground with an expression of contemplation. "It looks a little bit more cahmplicated than der one at der chymnasium," he mused, seriously weighing up whether or not he wanted to go up that thing. On one hand, it was a stealthy method. On the other, Jonn was big. Though strangely far from the biggest person here. Hrmmm. He turned back to the group. "Are you all cahmfortable with taking out der guards?"

There's a grin from Chewie as Rey talks of climbing something, look how cute she is, thinking she can climb better than a wookiee. Tilting his head in her direction and glancing at the girder, he shrugs. 'I can go up there if we decide.' Chewie shrugs and adjusts his grip on his bowcaster. At the talk of him looking big and mean, Chewie lets out a low rumbling growl and raises the bowcaster up.

Sesti, having exitted close on Jax's heels, if not next to him, stands lightly, her eyes roving around the supply room. When he mentions climbing, she follows the way he points, and her head tilts back as she scans up it for handholds and nods once. "Could be done," she says, then grins at Chewbacca when he offers to go up.

"I'm not built for climbing. I'm built for the direct approach." Punt's low rumble carries no inflection, it is merely a statement of fact. His 400 pound butt isn't going to be climbing any girders until he's got a significant amount of force training under his belt. He draws the pair of blades, and gestures at the door. "Delaying merely increases our chances of being detected..." Black eyes flicker to the unknown wookie. "Again."

Jax shrugs his shoulders as he lets Rey and Ax figure out the impass. "Could do both? Split into two?" Though he stands there waiting for his orders. His hand close to his saber ready to pull it. Though he takes a moment to inhale and exhale.

One of the guards, a devorean who only one horn, comes to stand at the doorway. He looks around but his eyes lock on the old wookiee, "Old Growl, get your sorry ass back to work!"

They're not two steps out of the shipping container and they've already come to the point where they're talking about splitting into two groups. This, for the silliness of it, makes Rey huff out a little laugh and she then shakes her head and motions toward Ax. "I differ to your experience." She tells the older man and then she nods toward the Herglic. "I don't see a lot of climbing in this one." She says with a slight smirk toward Punt.

"Blasters on Stun then... and lets hope we can manage whatever forces they have in this facility." Rey reaches to her belt and she pulls her lightsaber up into her hand. She'd loaned her gun to Jonn, so this was her only option besides her home-made knife on her belt, which hasn't seen a lot of use since she'd left Jakku.

Rey softly nods toward Ax. "You're at the lead then." She tells the Echani.

Ax chuckles. "I think we should stick together, like you said earlier Rey. But, climbing and stealth aren't our best options at this point." Clicking his own blaster to stun he takes a deep breath. "We're no here to slaughter," he tells those gathered, looking at each in turn. "That being said, if it's your life or theirs, I fully expect you to do what you must. Blasters to stun if you can, otherwise, keep your eyes peeled for trouble."

Ax gives a glance to Rey, giving the girl a nod. "I'm not a soldier, but I've been on a few runs like this in the past." And with that, he's moving to take a position in front.

When the Devaronian comes out, Ax holds up a hand as if motioning for silence, and takes aim with his pistol. "Get ready," he mouths to the others.

Jonn Drayson flipped the blaster he had been given over to stun as well. No point leaving a big mess. He stood back as Ax took the first shot, then he moved past the falling guard to poke his head out the doorway. It was his old military training showing itself. He took a quick note of who was where and withdrew his head. "Foah guards," he said tersely. "Two on der ground, two on der catwalk."

Sesti looks Ax and Rey. "I can take the catwalk," she suggests, and nods to Chewbacca. "The two of us could probably take them out quietly before they know what has happened and be back down in no time. Easier than trying to shoot upwards, I think, yes?" she looks to Jax and Ax for confirmation on that one, because she's not the marksman of the Waywards. Stun... leave it to Jedi's to want to stun their enemies. Chewbacca slings his bowcaster so it is ready for an easy grasp, but he'll just have to go about rending his enemies into a bloody mass with his hands instead. Chewie moves up behind Jonn, looking over his head and moves to go after one of the nearest guards

Having been here the whole time (promise). He's standing near the rear of the group, likely being the least combat-oriented out of all of them. His hands are resting on the strap of his bag and he simply waits for something to do.

Punt, upon hearing that the next room is full of slavers...he loses his patience. The Herglic blowhole is cleared with a blast of air, and the larger vibroblade is hefted in his right hand, while the dagger in his left drops into a low-guard position. He strides through the door behind Chewbacca, and turns toward the unengaged guard on the ground, moving swiftly for such a large being. Vibroweapons have no stun setting. The blade is thrust into the slaver's body, the Jedi student clearly efficient in doing damage, and not shy in this regard.

Ax opens fire on the one horned Devorean dropping him where he stands. Then Chewbacca and Punt go racing out to charge the targets on the ground. Punt cutting a human in two before he can react. The other guard on the ground getting knocked off his feet by Chewie and going for his rifle to fire at the mighty wookiee.

One of the guards up top, the one closest to the lift turns and takes off running for the alarm. The other? He doesn't target the jedi but instead targets the slaves, spraying at them. The slaves diving for cover. "Don't know who you are, don't care. I'll kill the hired help! Back off."

Jax moves up to a defensive positon on the other side of the door from Jonn. He pulls his blaster and switches it to stun. He looks to Sesti, "If you think you can get up there and stop the trigger happy one. Do it."

Rey watches the others as they initiate the aggressive assault and for her part she moves for the slaves themselves, the young Jedi hopes to help the slaves find cover and she starts motioning them away from the dangerous areas and toward said cover. Rey specifically moves to help the youngest of the slaves in captivity if at all possible. From cover herself, she look back to see how the others are doing, while holding her inactive lightsaber tightly in her left hand.

Seeing that the slaves were at risk, Ax ignites the blade of his lightsaber, the hilt having been in his off hand. "You hurt them, you die," Ax says in as harsh a tone as he could muster. "Your days of slavetrading end here," he calls out. "The Jedi will not stand for it."

"Naht de slaves!" cried out Jonn, possessed by a righteous fury of justice and heroism! And probably also drawing a staggering amount of attention to himself. He flew up the railings on to the catwalk in a climbing method usually associated with cats, gorillas, and other beings better suited to ascending things vertically. Moving with a speed that defied his massive frame, he crossed the distance to the man shooting the slaves and threw a wild punch at him, exerting himself loudly. He barely scraped the man. His aim was off!

The guy that Chewie had knocked off his feet is lucky that he still has a head, but it has been a while since Chewie has had to knock someone's head off with his fists. Regardless of that, Chewbacca pushes his attack as the guy is still a threat. The wookiee bends over, moving to grab the guy he had hit, to pick him up and to toss him into a wall with all of his strength. As the slaves are threatened and he is shot at, Chewbacca brings his bowcaster up to bear, no doubt his enemies are not using stun.

Once Chewbacca and Punt are in motion, Sesti is as well. She starts pulling herself up the strut and flips up onto the catwalk, cutting off the path of the one going for the alarm. As the man skids to a stop, and tries to draw his blaster, Sesti pulls her stun baton from her boot and it crackles to life. With a low, ducking movement, she sweeps the weapon upwards to connect with his stomach, the voltage shooting into him.

"Unacceptable," is all Syrus has to say about all this slave-murdering nonsense. Syrus takes a look around the room and spots Jonn's attempt to subdue one of the evil-doers. It does not go well, so one of Syrus' meaty hands moves from the strap of his bag and is held aloft. He takes a breath and jams the palm forward, sending a telekinetic punch into the the man's chest.

Ztel takes a deep breath, and shakes the blood off of his vibroblade. "Are any of the innocents dead?" Another deep breath, and it is clear that he is trying to calm himself. There is an anger in his typically neutral voice, and his attention has focused on a downed, but not dead guard. Thick fingered hands clinch on the hilts of his weapon. "We must keep moving."

His fellow security team members going down quickly, crazy Jonn punch, a yelling Ax, and Syrus force punching the guy he slams against the railing of the catwalk and sinks to the ground. His blaster dropped and he's out of the fight. "I'm done. I didn't sign up for any jedi."

Jax looks at the others, "Quick the turbolift before they try to space us." He looks to Rey and Ax. "Hate to ask to split up, but if I can, mind if I get the slaves on the biggest, space worthy ship, incase they do that?"

Rey has helped get many of the captives to a place of cover while looking/watching the others with her on this rescue mission.

She steps out from the cover when Jax indicates the lift and with a light nod toward him she quietly replies. "We'll need whatever we can to get them, and ourselves, out of here. Do what you have to do." She says before motioning toward the turbolift. Rey looks across her comrades then. "Was anyone hurt?" She asks, she glanced in the direction of the Mercenary who'd yelled out about Jedi which makes her softly smirk. "I guess we're having an effect on the galaxy already..."

"Every bit helps," Ax says with a grin towards Rey. Then, he's looking to Jax. "Let's get these people to safety. Jax, do what you've gotta do, but don't go alone." He assumed that Sesti would go with her husband, but wasn't sure. "Alright, we need to shut these bastards down and then get out of here too." As he speaks, he gestures towards the lift Jax had pointed out. "Move out."

"Everybahdy is safe!" called out Jonn from his elevated position on the catwalk. He'd already scanned the area to confirm. Scout work, yo. He moved to the end of the catwalk and started climbing down the railings to rejoin the team.

All hostiles are down and Jax is going about getting the slaves onto the nearest and bestest ship to get them off to safety. Chewie still has that deadly and highly modified bowcaster held up in a readied position. He didn't make it over two hundred years by playing it stupid, he tried the whole safe jedi way by punching, but he got shot at, so that's that and Bowcaster is held ready to slay, his eyes scanning the area as they move along.

Syrus Volo moves his hand back to the strap of his bag and keeps a watch on the area as people go around releasing the slaves. Rey's comment draws a grin from the big man.

Punt moves toward the turbolift along with the others that are continuining on. The bulky non-human continues to try to focus, as he moves. He reaches out, as best he can, and tries to sense what he can...but his skills are rudimentry to say the least. Dark eyes take in the other Jedi, gleaning what he can from their expressions(not a skill that he excels at, either).

With her guy down, and the other one giving up, Sesti peers over the edge at the slaves being herded to the lift. Her stun baton is stored back where it goes, and she swings herself over the edge, sliding her feet along the sides of the beam as she lowers herself quickly to the ground. Once landed, she keeps a lookout for other mercs approaching as she moves along the edge of the slaves, against the tide, looking them over as they go for their general health. Jax and anyone else that stay behind with him starts to get the slaves and one now unarmed and shackled slaver onto an old Yt-1210. It was going to be a tight fit but no more than the Resistance on the Falcon.

The team are on the turbo lift as Rey indicated. There's a quick trip up several floors before the doors open on the command level. The lift doors opens up to a short hallway that had been designed to be a choke point, beyond the hallway is the control room. Though outside of the control room is a Zabrak with a mounted E-web. He was in final stages of setting up the cannon. The team having just a moment to react before he opens fire. The blast door beginning to close behind him and block off the control room if somebody doesn't do something about it.

Once on the lift, Rey glances around at everyone and she nods softly once. "You know... if Luke were here, I think he'd be very proud of all of us." She tells them, trying to inspire a bit. "That... or, well, he might grump a bit about our brazen tactics. He was rather, prickly when I met him in his final days."

Rey clears her throat then and glances downward until the doors to the lift open and her eyes fall across the Zabrak who's setting up the E-web... THOSE she recognizes, and she's well aware of what danger they present.

Rey darts off of the lift and reaches her right hand out. "I don't think so." She taunts the Zabrak as she reaches out with the Force...

Suddenly the Zabrak's mounted weapon sliiiiiiiiiides across the floor TWOARD them, bouncing to a halt on its heavy feet and teetering-almost-falling-over... but then settles again.

Rey looks from it, to the Zabrak. "Thanks." She tells him, igniting her lightsaber then!

"I think, in the future, we need to work in smaller groups," Ax comments towards Rey. "It's dangerous sending us all out like this," he says. "One bad day and the Jedi are gone again." As he speaks, he's moving forward, lightsaber at the ready in one hand, and his other hand holsters his blaster and pulls out a second of the curved-hilts. Instead of gripping it in a combat stance, it looks like he's actually about to throw the damned thing, should he need to disable the blast-door's control panel quickly.

Once the doors are open and things begin looking dire, Syrus quickly appraises the situation and shouts, "Go!" Then, his hands reach out in front of him and his eyes close. His breathing slows and his hands begin to shake. Luckily, through sheer power of will, the heavy blast doors remain open, their inner machinations squealing and protesting against the invicible power that's holding them in place.

Jonn Drayson saw the E-Web, the doors closing, and with a mighty cry of "NAAAAAUUUUU," broke out into a full-ball sprint. The E-web ejected itself from the Zabrak due to Rey's shenanigans (Reynanigans), the lightsabers appeared behind him, but Jonn didn't care. He had a job. A mission. He was going to get to that control room or die trying! THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD was the sound of his footfalls as he moved with a pace slower than he intended. True to form, being bulky AF means it's harder to run fast. He whooshed past the Zabrak, but unless he picked up speed, he wasn't going to make it through the doors or avoid the Zabrak's presumed shot-to-the-back in time!

Mr. Nice wookiee no more, especially as the doors open and there is an e-web sitting there ready to be used on the group of jedi, or at least until Rey is moving the thing around. Chewbacca doesn't really give any of this much of a chance, his bowcaster opens up and a red laser quarrel of death shoots off toward the Zabrak, sending him careening backward, almost moving faster than Jonn who's running forward. Chewie raises the bowcaster up in a quick sign of excitement before moving forward to do more damage.

Oh! Something that needs sliced! Confidence fills the humble Herglic, and he crouches in front of the control panel, fitting his fingers over the outer case. The beefy being rips the flimsy door off, and tosses it to the floor. Vibrodagger is dropped, and he deftly pulls the little hacking tool from his belt, and plugs it into the panel, bypassing a circuit. His eyes flicker to the other computer user in the group. "The secondary power source needs to be bypassed, please."

Sesti had headed towards the control panel at almost the same time, but she backs off to give the other space, and then gives a nod as he makes his request. She turns, scans, and then runs across to the panel on the opposite wall and gives a few, quick adjustments, improvising with one of the tools in her med pac to get it done.

The jedi and the allys were powerful and sweeping. The Zabrak slaver lost his e-web before he could pull the trigger. The Might Chewbacca's bowcaster shot dropping the Slaver before he has a time to react. Syrus, Sesti, and Punt all act quick to disable the blast door leaving it open.

Inside the control room, a small group of slaves huddle in the corner. In the middle of the room stood a large Devorean, red skinned, black slick back hair, and pointed goatee. He carries a Dl-44 with it pointed at the temple of a Duros that he uses for a human shield, "You've put a damper on my operations. You're going to turn around and get on your ship and leave, or it's going to get messy." He says holding up the other hand holding a thermal detonator. The systems needed to turn off to complete the mission are located on terminals in different parts of the room.

With the Zabrak slaver cut down by the powerful Bowcaster of the infamously fuzzy Chewbacca... Rey turns her gaze to the e-web and with a quick growling slice the weapon falls apart into several glowing pieces on the floor. She straightens up and deactivates her lightsaber before starting to walk toward the slaves huddled in the corner...

"We're friends." Rey tells them, her hand coming up to push her blue hood off the top of her head. "My name is Rey, these are my companions... We're here to free you all. If you'll come with us." She's never dealt with slaves up close and personal like this, though she'd seen many people owned by others coming and going from Jakku in her days there.

It didn't look like Ax needed to use the second of his two blades as 'slicers' tool after all, and he sets the blade back on his belt. "You really don't want to go down this path, friend," Ax says to the slaver with the detonator. "Please, reconsider and walk away. You will survive that way, we all will."

Jonn Drayson flung himself through the groaning door and skidded to a stop as soon as he processed what was going on inside. Uh oh. "Oah," he said, pointing at the Devaronian with the index finger on his stogie hand, "you can put dah bahmb and der gun down, and cahm with us peacefully." He drew upon everything he knew about the force, and everything he knew about how to sell computers, as he was the finest computer salesman at Bunkurd's Electronics back on Denon. It was only now that he realized that his talent for sales was from the mystical Force to which he was connected. "You don't want to die, do you?"

Syrus Volo is by no means a trained Force user, so the strain of him holding the door open for long enough for the two nerd-types to disable it has left him tired. He slumps against a wall and rests a hand on his chest. He huffs a bit, but then notices the dire situation that the Duros is in. "Someone, grab the Duros," he offers to the rest of the group before he scream out a howl of some mix of pain and determination. Throwing a hand out, Syrus reaches out through the Force and quickly snaps the Devaronian man's arm, concentrating enough that he keeps his finger pressed down on the dead-man switch.

Punt moves toward one of the terminals that they need to deal with, allowing the smaller and more agile people to handle fast moving. His fingers fly, though! They move across the terminals controls, moving through menus, and subdirectories with a quickness. He seems on the verge of a breakthrough when mechnical laughter fills the control panel. A horned face appears and starts to laugh at him. "Trite. Not professional." A monotone commentary on the reply to his minor failure. His blowhole is cleared in a moist, loud breath. Frustration. A fat pair of fingers snap, and then return to their work. The little face disappears, and the panel chimes. He broke in this system! He goes about doing whatever they intended to do with the computers.

Sesti's computer work doesn't produce any such unprofessionalism, but she's slightly distracted as she hears Syrus and looks back over her shoulder. She purses her lips tightly, and then turns back to her work, her fingers moving quickly and confidently until she nods.

Ax and Jonn had both tried to reason with the Devorean and with the force on their side. The Devorean's eyes glaze over for a a momenet. THen he shakes his head, "I don't think so..." There's a scream of pain, the sound of bones crushing, and a heavy blaster pistol firing. When the dust clears. The Devorean is on the ground cradling his hand and still with a dead grip on an armed thermal detonator.

Sesti's work disables the shields and the flicker off outside and the metal door starts to disengage. Punt's work causes the guns to start to auto track then tilt down completely dead.

Rey's eyes leave the slaves and she turns toward the issue with the standoff. She watches the man's hand get crushed by Syrus' attack and then reaches out her own to pull at the Duros man to pull him from harm. She stumbles him backward and then moves toward him as the blaster bolt zips past.

Rey's eyes go over then to look at Syrus and she tilts her head at him. "That Holocron has been doing well for you, I see." The teenager says to the Jedha-native.

Jonn was moving to catch the Devaronian. "Don't worry, it's naht fatal," he said quietly, not exactly reassuringly, as he pried the Devaronia's hand open and removed the detonator, always careful to hold down the dead man's switch. Then he turned the damn thing off. Phew! One disaster out of the way. "It's only going to hyurt."

With the detonator out of the baddy's hand, Syrus releases his hold. Having done that, the big man once again slumps against the wall. His breathing is staggered and he looks like he could go down at any moment, but he does manage a ragged chuckle to the young woman. "Master...Master Yoda is very strict. As is...Master Leia."

A deep breath is taken, and Punt leans on the computer terminal. His head turns to look at the wounded slaver chief, and then they flash to the other Force Sensitives in the control room. If they're competent at the sensing of other's emotions, they might pick up some waves of rage coming off of the Herglic. Hands tighten on the terminal, and he finds his voice. "Well done, everyone. I should return to the ship before mistakes are made." The hulking form sways, and moves stiffly for the door, and to a place where the Dark Side calls him less strongly.

The Slaves and captured Slavers would be evacuated out on the YT-1210. The slaves set on the course to tell of their amazing rescue by the jedi and back to home. The Slavers dropped on one of the few free planets where laws against slavery mattered. The jedi would then return to their academy.