"I assume that's where the Argo's gone."
"It is, what do you think you're going to do about it?"
And not 5 meters away is the pair of unknown guards from the Stronghold, the child they stole decidedly absent from their presence. The pair simply stand there, wearing plain black jumpsuits and light tactical gear.
"Come on, now. There's a rabbit hole for each of you to tumble down," the bald man spoke, and adjusted his stance. Both of them look ready to run.
Those fighting in and around the hangar recognize that they've held out thus far for two reasons: either 1) the enemy doesn't actually want to push into the hangar, or 2) the enemy can't actually push into the hangar; Whichever is the case, there's no telling just how long this fight will last. With some reinforcements showing up, there's relief for the defenders, but not a lot. The Argos has been disabled, and as such, has gone dark and silent. The status of any further reinforcements in unknown and unlikely.
Now it's a waiting game. Hold out and see who can last longer, or do something about the predicament you're in and push out.
"Keep the enemy from getting in, and you can't get out" as the saying goes...
Cirsei and her Dragon Guard roll around the corner of one hallway, and right into a main waiting area: a large, open atrium, that has had tables and chairs flipped, and barricades set up to be used as a ramshackle Command & Control Centre. A large number of the mercs and mooks assaulting the base are here... In addition to the Purebloods that assaulted Thyssen and his posse earlier, and the pair of rifle-wielders.
Cirsei and her Dragon Guard haven't been spotted due to the out-of-the-way nature of the hallway leading to it, and the structural supports lining the hallway that ultimately support the open ceiling of the next room.
In the center of the room is a large pylon-like structure... No doubt the signal jammer, and the reason outside communications haven't been received. Not far from that is a console, at which sits the man behind is all... Short, cropped, black hair, a jumpsuit moderately resembling an imperial uniform (though without any Rank pips or badges), and rather plain-faced, an Imperial Cipher's vibroknife within arms reach. Not someone you'd call remarkable... But the assault on the base is all the evidence one requires to confirm his effectiveness.
Not far from him is Ardenith... If one can stomach the sight of him long enough to recognize that fact. His face is lumped, and bleeding. Blackened marks line his face in a strange pattern, and the cybernetics that normally sit in front of his eyes are gone, with loose wires dangling from their port. Most importantly, however, is that at his feet sits the shattered pieces of a rifle, it's receiver sliced right in half, and the wood of the grip and stock smashed to pieces.
Ardenith's eyes never leave the rifle at his feet, and it would appear that no physical injury hurt him as bad as the broken object at his feet. A sad sight...
"A sad sight indeed, Dagger. You and your mother were once the greatest assets I had at my disposal. Even now you've proven how resourceful you still are."
He picks the vibroknife up, giving it's plain-wrapped grip a rather affectionate look.
"So I offer you a choice here, Dagger, being the merciful being I can sometimes be."
Ardenith says nothing, unable to raise his head from the rifle to look at his former Handler.
"Surrender the code, and I'll leave this base. Leave this miserable planet. Save your friends, Dagger, if they mean so much to you. Really, you'd be doing all of them a favor."
Handler stands up, and begins moving towards Ardenith, the vibroknife in hand.
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