[color=steelblue][h2]Bocri Sauburc[/h2][/color]
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Bocri touched Hirani's shoulder so that she looked at him and offered a weak smile. It wasn't much, but it was something given the situation. 

"Just trust me, as you always do, and hang on."

He turned back to the monitors and for a brief second his reflection stared back at him. His skin, as black as ebony, made his shape look like a shadow, a shadow with a single red eye. His prosthetics would be hard to hide, but that was a problem for future Bocri.

"Start jettisoning the escape pods, only one every minute or so, make sure one remains." He instructed Hirani as his finger danced over the console. The recon fighters that had been sent out would be returning soon and it was important that they have no reason to think either Jedi was still alive.

The ship responded quickly to his touch as Hirani launched the first escape pod. He hammered the ships "may-day" beacon that would be begin broadcasting all over the sector. There were no other major Republic starships nearby, that much he was sure. The returning fighters would quickly run into the debris field of everything he had vented, including their comrades. That would be an unpleasant surprise but he was making this whole thing up rather spur of the moment. 

Red light began to throb throughout the ship at once and the scream of damage control sirens sounded beyond the bridge doors. Operating the ship was remarkably easy, all he had to do was set its course for the planet surface, override the emergency alarm, and then step back. With the magnetic shields locked open, no living soul save for a Jedi would be able to make their way onto the ship.

Hirani was still launching escape pods as the ship began its turn, the dagger shaped hull rolling over until it was pointed directly down at the planet. He couldn't operate the self-destruct as they needed three codes, one from him, one from Hirani, and the third from the Captain, who had been vented into space. An oversight on his part. There were other ways to wreck a ship however.

"Get into the escape pod." He directed Hirani as he walked unhurriedly over to vacuum tube that served to carry physical objects all over the ship as quickly as possible. He pulled four thermal detonators from the small bridge weapons locker. They weren't much, but they would be enough to start a chain reaction of bigger problems with the ship spinning out of control. He set them each for one minute and then launched them to various different parts of the ship; engineering, operations, the magazine, and the galley. 

His steps were considerably quicker this time as he hurried to the escape pod and climbed inside with Hirani. She pushed the launch button and a "whoosh" followed by a light thud told them they were on the way. They fell away quickly into space, arcing toward the planets surface. The time ticked by his head until the detonators exploded. The vacuum of space would serve to extinguish any real fires but it did nothing to prevent the chain reaction of other shipboard explosions that quickly rippled throughout the craft.

Bocri wrapped his arm around Hiranis waist and held her close, his head resting on her shoulder, as they looked back out through the viewport. He could feel exhaustion coming and his shoulder still burned something awful. The closeness, and her own inate skills, serve to sooth some of his pain.

Above them, two small pinpricks of light shot toward the wounded destroyer, the scouts had returned. He could hear their cries of confusion and concern over the comlink that he now pulled from his ear and crushed in his prosthetic hand.