Anya put her back to the wall just left of the open doorway, a blaster pistol in each fist. She stretched out for just a moment, sensing where other beings were in the hall. Silently she slid into the hall and faced the six cops to the left, and opened fire with both blasters, and two went down with her first salvo. Making a half turn she kept the blaster in her left hand on her original targets while pointing the blaster in her right hand at four new targets 180 degrees from her down the hall and continued to fire.
The commandos were unprepared for the deadly onslaught, concentrating on covering their comrades in the rooms in front of them. By the time they dove against the door jambs for cover to return fire, six of them were down.
Anya felt Kal step back to back with her, and as one they spun around, each facing opponents at the end of the hall.
Suddenly Anya felt a surge in the Dark Side and watched as the door to Tyrrazapon's room burst outward, followed quickly by Tyr, wielding his lightsaber and making short work of the two security team members that had taken cover outside his quarters.
At almost the same time, Anya felt Kal Van-Dohr's body jerk and sensed his shock as a blaster bolt hit the man in the stomach. Anya dropped to one knee and spun, firing both pistols and taking out the remaining target.
She then stood and strode up and down the corridor, assessing the wounded. She walked along, putting a blaster bolt into each their foreheads. She stopped and bent over the last one left alive. "Have you called in for help yet?" she asked, carefully brushing a few strands of long brown hair from the woman's face.
"Yeah..." the woman said, struggling through the pain to say the word.
"Good," Anya replied smiling, placing the barrel of her pistol to the woman's skull.
"Please! No! I've got kids!" she pleaded.
Anya pulled the trigger.
Standing up, she turned to Kal, and Tyr, who just stood, watching her. "I need to get my lightsaber," she said with a grin and nearly skipped toward her quarters.
Tyr looked at the expression on her face, and it reminded him of a small child at a festival. He pushed it out of his head. "We have to hurry. Their back up can't be far away." Turning to Kal he said, "You going to make it?"
"I-I think so," Kal said, pulling his hand away from his stomach and examining the wound. It was red, blistering, and ugly. Tyr was pretty sure Kal wasn't going to make it.
"Just... just let me get some stims from the medical kit in the speeder garage," Kal said through the pain.
"Sorry old buddy. They've probably got that covered already. If you have a back way out, that's the way we go," he said as Anya returned from her quarters, holding the metallic silver cylinder of her lightsaber in one hand and Kal's blaster in the other.
"Kitchen... garbage chutes... this way..." Kal said, and lead the way.
Anya and Tyr watched him go for a moment.
"You think he's gonna make it?" Tyr asked in a whisper.
Anya tucked away her weapons, then put her left hand on Tyr's cheek and the right on the back of his head, pulling his ear close to her lips. "Doubt it," she whispered, then gently licked his earlobe.
THE GIRL IS OFF HER ROCKER
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