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Khyrr grimaced as he watched the star destroyer begin to pulverise the Tantive IV through the rear sensor, cursing under his breath as he turned back to look at the planet ahead of him, only to curse out loud as the engines suddenly imploded and the weapons overloaded for a reason the Corellian couldn't hope to understand. The force of it as well as the sudden change in inertia was enough to throw him forward for a second, with barely enough time to catch himself from slamming his face into the control panel.

[color=firebrick]"Dammit! HK, report!"[/color]

The assassin droid was already moving, metallic fingers flying across the control panel as Khyrr did the same, the two quickly complying a detailed, if a little dispairing, report on the state of his vessel and its metallic crew. The pilot/engineer was looking through technical readouts and his expression was grim. The sudden damage to the engine had caught a power feedback that had overloaded the powerbank for the entire propulsion subsystem, and the damage to the weapon systems had shorted out the relays in those sections, meaning it would take mor than just replacing the turrets to get them working again. The fixed weapon emplacements were marginally more lucky, but the Precision Laser Cannons were relics from the Old Republic, damn near 3 millennia old, and he could afford to commission a brand new Star Destroyer for how much it would take to replace them, meaning he would have to repair them by hand (if he survived the day, that is). The power grid for the shields had also gone down, but that had happened [i]after[/i] the engines, meaning that whatever had just totalled his ship had managed to bypass his shields entirely. If the Empire had a weapon that could do that, they wouldn't hesitate to strap it onto every pile of metal with an engine, so he wasn't sure it was the Imperial ship that had caused it.

[color=gray]"Technical Report: Life Support Systems took minimal damage, functioning at 97%, but the Sensor grid and guidance controls are reduced to only 23% effectiveness. Also, the resultant damage cause irreparable damage to both units B-546 'Engie' and SU-2118 'Broadside', as well as major structural damage to the left-side of Y-14C 'Sparks'. Sparks is recoverable, but both Engie and Broadside are not."[/color]

Khyrr fell back into his chair, eyes closed and sighed. This was it, they were crippled and stranded in space, unable to fight back or even defend themselves. He waited for the inevitable barrage of turbolasers... and yet none came. Instead, the Revenant was dragged back into the hold of the Star Destroyer. He sat back up in his seat, on edge and slightly confused. Had they mistaken him for a renegade Imperial vessel? Surely not. While the Fury-class did hold a similar design aesthetic to the TIE line of craft, it was vastly too old to be mistaken like that. 3000 years too old in fact, so that means... they were taking him prisoner. He quickly stood from his seat and looked towards the locker holding his armour and blaster, only to curse for the third time. The locker door was mangled, and debris from one of the subsystems was blocking him from opening it. Outside, the Revenant was dragged across the threshold of the Hangar bay and the artificial gravity of the Star Destroyer took hold of it, causing it fall gracelessly with a metallic thump and rocking the occupants inside. 

The doors were forced open and Stormtroopers rushed inside, only to be met by blue-tinted blaster fire. Khyrr had drawn his DE-10 in time to drop the first three troopers to enter his field of view, another two subdued by HK. The fire-fight didn't last long as the Stormtroopers overwhelmed them with sheer numbers, forcing the man and droid to surrender. Soon he was standing among the rebels captured from the escape pods, surrounded by armed Stormtroopers and without a weapon, staring at probably the most feared man in the known galaxy.

He straightened in response to Vader's question and gave a small nod to HK before speaking up, turning his head to look the towering man in the eye... or at least the lenses of his mask.

[color=firebrick]"That would be me."[/color]