Trychon grabbed Dianna by the back of her shirt and pulled her a few paces out of the way of the incoming crossfire. They made it by a fraction of a meter.
"Shit." Trychon said, staring at the incoming troops, but still focusing as well on the troops inside the hangar. He thought for a split second about what to do, but could really only think of one way out...
He got up and ran towards the troops running their way in the corridor. He pulled slightly on Dianna once more... not enough to affect her greatly, but just enough that she'd hopefully understand the hint that she needed to follow him. He almost tried to tell her in his mind, but caught the near mistake.
She got up and began firing as he moved forward. He threw his left arm out with the lightsaber as though he was going to hurl the blade at them. As he feinted the attack in a physical form, he attacked through the force, shoving the trooper closest to them. Those that weren't already trying to get out of the way of Dianna's blasts, or one of the handful she'd taken down, tried to maneuver away from Trychon's lightsaber throw. His force push bumped the front trooper into the ones directly behind him, and it was just enough to throw them all off balance and to the metal floor.
It was far from a devastating offensive maneuver... but even the few seconds it may have gained them may be a deciding factor for whether or not they survive the next minute.
He turned and dashed into the hangar to face the troops facing them there between the entrance and the ship. The forces against them were still grouped into a tight formation, and that would play to his strength more than theirs... although they still outnumbered him. They opened fire on him instantly, but with all of their fire coming from the same area, it wasn't too much of a strain on him to block the shots, and he even took one down on a redirected bolt almost instantly.
He felt Dianna catch up behind him, and she was placing a few shots into the group. Another two soldiers went down with direct shots to the torso, and a third fell screaming due to a hole in his thigh. Trychon risked a quick look back at her to get her on board with what had to be done. "I'm going to head into the middle of them. Go around, but don't take too much time. Get on the ship and into a gun." He wanted to explain more, but he taken too much time as it was.
He ran straight at the men facing him, blocking what blasts were on intercept courses as he went. He cut the first enemy right in half as he plunged himself into the middle of a storm of fire, which quickly died down as they found themselves pointing at one another as well when he sliced through another soldier to find the center of their grouping.
Dianna ran to the right of the chaotic battle and haphazardly fired at them as she went. Her shots went high, but two of the soldiers turned to return fire on her side. Trychon felt their attention shift and spun around, raking his saber across their backs as he turned. He grabbed the soldier next nearest to him by the arm and pulled him to the ground as he rolled over his back and under the blaster fire, shoving his blade through the man as he landed on his feet.
His gamble had been about as successful as he could have hoped for, but he was out of time. Weapons were starting to pour in from the entryway, and having one of the soldiers in between was the only thing that kept him from being overwhelmed on the spot.
Dianna was nearly to the ramp, which descended when his datapad got within the programmed proximity. The ship was already coming out of sensor hibernation, and hopefully ready to help them fight back. Trychon turned his back to the incoming troops, and took off after Dianna as fast as he could. He immediately felt a sense of danger flare up behind him, and was bracing for the death was sure to meet him as he didn't have time to react. Instead, he saw a bolt fly past him and hit Dianna squarely in her back. She screamed as she took one step onto the ramp and collapsed. Trychon looked on in shock as he saw her fall.
He turned around and felt the anger rise up in him. He looked straight at the trooper who had fired the shot, and he yelled as he shot both of his arms out at him, and let free his barely controlled emotions. The three remaining soldiers in the middle of the hanger went flying back several meters, their weapons torn from their grips.
Not stopping to think about what he'd just managed, he turned and grabbed Dianna, pulling her up the last few steps into the Rancor, allowing the ramp to close behind him. He let go of her, and felt his legs buckle from underneath. He looked at Dianna and saw her make a face of lingering pain back at him.
"Thank the Force for energy shields. Never leave confinement without one..." She groaned.
Trychon pulled himself to his feet and headed for the gun array. "Get this ship airborne and out of the hangar! It should let us out!"
Dianna didn't take the time to question whether or not he was right on that last point, and she took to the cockpit as fast as she could manage.
Without taking any time to settle into the gunner's seat, Trychon let the ship unleash the rest of his fury on the remaining squad.
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