[center][h3]Eli

~| The Strike Team Base, 14[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h3][/center]

Eli’s blaster had let off one last shot. It landed directly on the last attacking creature causing to give one last death screech then tilted over, landed on its side and immediate still. Dead. Even from his position, the veteran could tell it wasn’t getting up ever again. Satisfied with the fact he was in better condition than a few of his companions, Eli rose up from one knee. He dusted off his pant leg as he darted toward the nearest fallen individual. 

He bent down to press his finger to the throat, relieved to find a pulse. Breathing heavily, his head snapped up at Vebra’s comment and his lips pressed into a thin line frown. ‘Rodents? That’s all the horn-headed idiot had to say?!?’ Eli’s fingers tightened into a fist as he glared at his superior officer.   

“Easy for you to say that when you weren’t here dealing with them. For simple rodents, they sure took out a few good men.” Eli commented in an acidic tone under his breath, feeling Vebra was being a hypocrite in some fashion.  

The man was slightly relieved when rescuer’s master seemed to not make light of their earlier threat. Especially since he had heard of all sorts of horror stories about Sithspawn, mostly rumors but gradually they were finding facts to such stories. This wasn’t a good start to an already suicidal mission. Knowing he couldn’t leave the men out in the open, Eli leaned down then hauled the wounded individual over his shoulder. He secured the body as he turned on heel and back to move toward the cavern with the others. Leaving the higher ups to talk among themselves. 

[center][h3]~| Some length away from the Strike Team Base (Sith outpost), 14[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h3][/center]

“Fuck do I hate patrol duty. Who’s idea was it to volunteer us, Sion?” complained a metallic voice through her helmet. 

Private Sabe couldn’t help but feel irritated by the situation, disliking such dangerous tasks.  She leaned forward and unclasped her helmet, the bulky thing came off with a sound hiss. Gently she straightened back up, placing the cumbersome thing under her arm, to frown at her companion. Her blond hair unfurled from its prison then cascaded down her bright blue eyes. An Imperial human, born and breed within the planets existing until the Empire’s rule. 

She exhaled her frustration. The hard woman then thumped her helmet down on the nearby table. They were safe within the outpost thanks to a specialized, portable device designed to emit a subsonic sound wave. It kept many of the smaller wildlife away from the outpost within a small range, protecting the two for a limited time though they had strict orders to bring it back. Something about it not having a tracking device or something. 

“If I recall right, you’re the one that got us into serious trouble with that Sith!” Sion snapped back. 

"Whatever!"

He flipped the light on then began to peel off his armor for better mobility, “Did you check out the perimeter?” 

“Of course. I just got back from the far side, and careful next round because the mud is slick. Also spotted some of those miniature Sith Hounds heading into a direction.” 

“Might’ve found a Rancor corpse or something.” 

“Possibly, but even then it’s still odd. I shudder to think about what is running loose on this planet that we still don’t know about…”   

[center][h3] Xid 

~| Nyiss' Complex: Prisoner Cells, 14[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h3][/center]

“Shiri, you were caught too? That’s what happened after you took off?” Xid gasped through gritted teeth. 

His head twisted about as his eyes caught sight of the familiar twi’lek, relief flooded him then switched to worry. No one should be, but they were all caught. This wasn’t going to end well. Any concern shifted when Shiri addressed their unwanted guest by her name. The boy blinked in confusion then flipped back to the Twi’lek, his lips unable to produce the words he was looking for. Mainly how these two knew each other. 

“I’ll be fine with some rest and patching. I highly doubt they will let you go with me and I rather not be separated from the group.” Xid’s tone took on an uncharacteristic defensive tone.