[center][h2]Jerus Je'and[/h2][/center]

Running into the hall, I head for the stairwell, passing the makeshift medical bay with both sabers in hand. I was on level six and had three levels to get down. Meeting with Becca in the stairwell would allow us strength of three sabers, but if I went down the elevator shaft..."Bingo." Reaching the doors, I level my wrist and fire a rocket, blasting them open with a dull thud to those below. The elevator chassis itself was down a level, but that offered an excellent distraction. [i]Or lure.[/i]

"Becca, I'm coming to you right." I level the orange bladed saber with the wire holding the contraption itself. "And, uh, be ready to push into the droids." A flick of my wrist sends the thing careening down towards the bottom of the shaft and after a count of three, I jet after it. Meanwhile, the droid handlers, as the position had been called in the official records, heard the sounds coming from the shaft and frowned.

"Wanna check that, Harold?" The one nearest the shaft sighs and nods, going over and prying it open. The effort takes a moment, but once it's done, he leans over to look up towards the noise, just in time for the falling hunk of metal to remove his upper body. The other handler, Transon, jumps back. "HOLY SHI-" The word is cut off as a blaster bolt lances from my pistol. Landing and looking around, I frown. Why hadn't they been with their droids?

"Sonova-" Sprinting, I head for the stairwell I could hear pounding echoing down the hall from. "Almost there Becca."