[right][b]Binyo, Aboard a wrecked [i]Venator[/i]-class Star Destroyer, Taris[/b][/right]

The floor gave out, and he was falling. He hit the next floor and managed to roll with the fall, but his leg still about gave out on him and put him in a crouched position.

[i]“How do you live in this thing?”[/i]

The metallic sound of his voice through the translator rang out in the empty, dilapidated hall of the wrecked ship. He heard the footfalls overhead as his quarry ran along, knowing where to step to avoid weak points unlike Binyo. With a groan he lifted himself to his feet and took off down the hall, following from below. Not so much as a glance from one of the apartments was turned in his direction. The people here were so forlorn themselves they didn’t even care about a chase happening on the other side of their door. Their emotions hung around them like dark storm clouds that in turn imposed themselves on Binyo. Being in a [i]Venator[/i], the pain pressing in around him, it was like being back in the war, but he couldn’t let those thoughts take him now. He did what he could to push the dull ache in his mechanical leg to the back of his mind along with the memories of war and focus on the job at hand. Through the dark clouds in the Force, he kept track of the presence above him. 

He reached out through the Force and wrenched his hand back, pulling a section of the ceiling above him down with the sound of screeching metal. It was to no avail, though, and the criminal kept running. Binyo leapt up through the hole he made in time to see the door at the end of the hall shut. He could sense multiple individuals on the other side and could easily guess they all had blasters trained on the door. The DC-17 slid from his holster and was a familiar weight in his hand. He switched it to stun, but not because he was concerned with killing anyone on the other side of the door. The job had specified bringing in the ex-Imperial alive to see justice at the hands of the New Republic, and in a confusing shoot out like the one that would ensue it would be hard to judge who was who.

Binyo took a breath, centering himself, letting the Force flow around him. The aged, rusted metal was sharp to his nostrils but was lessened by the layers of dust that coated it. In an instant he was taken back to Kuvin telling him to let the Force guide him, that it would speak to him if he listened. He didn’t know if it would talk to him now, or what it would say if it did, but he used the old breathing technique to steady himself. When he opened his eyes he raised the blaster in one hand and reached his other hand out toward the door and pulled. It ripped from the entrance and flew toward him, hovering there. A volley of blaster bolts followed the door, but he ducked behind it and held it aloft. The bolts struck the door and floor around him. When the bolts stopped, he stood and pushed the door out in front him and advanced. To say the gunmen were shocked would be  understatement. They practically froze when they saw the  door hovering there in front of  him. They went down when the stunning bolts hit them square in the chest, and he continued through the door. 

More were waiting on the other side, but he moved the door to his left to block the incoming bolts on that side and opened fire on the right flank. He stunned a few and managed to duck the rest’s bolts. With a sweep of his hand he sent a table into their legs and shot them as they hit the ground. When the right flank went down, more from the left shifted around. He abandoned his makeshift shield and sent it slamming into two of the gunmen. Bolts hit around his feet as he leapt through the air and rolled behind another table. He ducked there a moment to give himself a beat to breath. The remaining gunmen kept up their fire on the table to pin him down. He took a few pot shots over the table, and they immediately returned fire where his hand had been. The noise and smoke from blaster fire choked his senses as it swirled around the apartment, and he could feel the ache in his leg returning. With it came a twinge of anger, and he latched onto it and pushed out with it. The table went flying across the room at waist height, and Binyo launched himself over it in a flip. 

As it slammed into two gunmen, he opened fire as soon as he landed. In the split second of confusion, he managed to down the last of his assailants. The haze of smoke and smell of burning ozone from the blaster fire eventually faded, leaving the full view of the destroyed apartment before Binyo. The gunmen lay scattered across the floor before him in the various poses they hit the ground in. He began searching through them until he found Gorn Bidlo, the ex-Imperial war criminal. Binyo wasn’t fully sure what his crimes were, but he didn’t feel that mattered as much as knowing he served the Empire until the end. Well, the end for it in some sectors of space. The Remnant still maintained its hold over Coruscant. The shackles locked in place over Gorn’s wrists, and Binyo threw him over his shoulder. The tenants were peaking out of their doors now, but he ignored them.

The elevator down shook and rattled to the point he thought he was going to plummet through the wrecked ship again. The elevator came to a rough stop on the ground floor though, and he stepped out of the makeshift entrance in the side of the ship’s hull. Once Gorn was secured in the limited back space of [i]The Solar Tide[/i], Binyo was off.