[color=steelblue][h2]Bocri Sauburc[/h2][/color]
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Bocri moved to help Hirani without comment. He was feeling far less charitable toward their would be assassins than his partner but murder wasn't something he could square with at the moment, well, not killing the sleeping men with a blaster bolt to the head at any rate.

It took them several minutes to clear the bridge and he could hear the units from the lower decks continue to check in. They were becoming increasingly agitated with the lack of response from the bridge however and it was only a matter of time before they rushed back to check on their comrades. 

The last clone was heaved out onto into the corridor and the two jedi retreated inside. They hadn't spoken at all. Bocri was wrestling with his anger at the presumed deaths of so many comrades and was trying hard to keep a lid on the rage that was threatening to spill out. 

[color=steelblue]"Mind the door."[/color] He said as Hirani followed him back onto the bridge. It slammed shut as he triggered it, and then the blast doors closed a moment later. 

He moved across to another console and pulled up a screen, glancing at his companion who was watching him carefully. [color=steelblue]"I am going to turn off the artificial gravity, stand by."[/color] He tapped several commands into the console and a moment later the artificial gravity in the ship, everywhere except the bridge, shut down. He could see clones begin to float in the corridors they were patrolling and soon every room he looked at was filled with floating debris. 

[color=steelblue]"And now..."[/color] It took him but a moment to do what came next and it would stay with him for the rest of his life, however short it may be. He opened every blast door he could and shut down every magnetic field on the ship, save for the bridge. The whole process was meant to assist in fire fighting but at the moment it served just as well to vent the entirety of the remaining clones, including those in the corridor, into space.