Bane takes careful aim at the barrier behind which the duros has disappeared, waiting for him to reemerge. The duros does so a few seconds later only to find Bane's well aimed blast in his forehead. He does not even gasp as he collapses lifelessly to the corridor floor.

OOC: Bane Malar dealt 21 points of vitality damage to Vossier Gang Member.
Bane Malar dealt 22 points of wound damage to Vossier Gang Member.

Sora swings his blade once more at the duros nearest him, this time slashing the duros across the chest and sending him collapsing backward, gasping in pain.

OOC: Sora Bulq dealt 21 points of vitality damage to Vossier Gang Member.
Sora Bulq dealt 8 points of wound damage to Vossier Gang Member.

"Taking a long time to die, aren't they?" Zirak scowls, kicking the nearest body with one durasteel-toed boot for emphasis as the next duros narrowly ducks what was clearly intended to be decapitating blow. "I'm sure if we ate them together, it would be quicker..."

"We are not," Sora pants as he narrowly dodges a blast aimed at his head and deflects another into the floor a few meters from his feet, "eating them."

He gives a grunt of surprise a moment later as a third blast strikes him squarely in the chest, sending him crashing backwards over one of the crates.

OOC: Vossier Gang Member dealt 18 points of wound damage to Sora Bulq.
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Ak-Yev mutters a curse in Sriluurian as a blaster bolt whizzes past his ear and another strikes his shoulder. With a snarl he raises his blaster to fry the duros who shot him.

OOC: Vossier Gang Member dealt 8 points of vitality damage to Ak-Yev.
Vossier Gang Member dealt 7 points of wound damage to Ak-Yev.
Ak-Yev dealt 15 points of wound damage to Vossier Gang Member.

"As usual, Sora is demonstrating the amazing advantages of not husking people," Bane says dryly as he darts up to fire off a couple of shots before ducking back behind his crate once more. Neither of his blasts strike their targets.

"Incompetent moron," Zirak says, by way of agreement with Bane, scowling down at Sora's unconscious body. "Very well, Sora, we won't do it. As usual, I will rain destruction and despair down on our enemies on my own."

"Sora is more useful when he's unconscious anyway," Bane says consolingly as the familiar darkness begins to form about Zirak.

The duros glance at each other apprehensively as the dark energy begins to grow from Zirak. A few of them blast at him, but their shots are harmlessly absorbed. A moment later the dark tendrils of energy burst from his palms, piercing into the nearest two mercenaries and draining the life from them in seconds. The remaining duros curse and focus their fire on Zirak.

OOC: Zirak Derasir used Drain Life on Vossier Gang Members.

Ak-Yev stares at Zirak in awe for a moment, before grinning and rising from the cover of his crate.

"They are no match for the might of Quay!" be exclaims proudly.

His enthusiasm is somewhat dampened a moment later by a blaster bold which strikes him in the chest, sending him thudding unceremoniously to the corridor floor.

OOC: Vossier Gang Member dealt 10 points of wound damage to Ak-Yev.
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"How have their species survived this long?" Bane mutters from the safety of his crate, content to let Zirak take things from here.

Zirak does not seem to hear him, completely absorbed in the darkness about him. By this point another three duros lie dead in the corridor, as Zirak strides forward, engulfing two more. The remaining duros gives a cry of terror, dropping his blaster as he turns to flee, but does not make it more than a few paces down the corridor before he too is engulfed in the dark energy, and with a final gasp collapses forward lifelessly to the corridor floor. There is a moment of silence, save for a sound much like the distant rushing of wind which emanates from Zirak, then, slowly, the darkness begins to fade and Zirak returns to himself, breathing heavily and eyes glinting.

OOC: Zirak Derasir has advanced to level 8.
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"Well, that didn't go to badly, all things considered," Bane says brightly, stepping out from behind his crate after the threat of danger appears to be over.

"Indeed," Zirak replies absently, glancing about the corridor for any sign of remaining food sources.

"So," says Bane, approaching the unconscious forms of Sora and Ak-Yev, "Do we take them back to the ship and tell them Sella was no where to be found?"

"That sounds like a plan," Zirak says approvingly.

"So, who is taking who?" Bane says, after a moment.

"Who is lifting who is more the question," Zirak says pointedly.
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"Fair," Bane allows, glancing from Sora's bulky form to Ak-Yev's even bulkier form.

The pair are saved from their dilemma at that moment by Sora, who has given a groan and opened his eyes groggily. He has stared at grimy corridor roof above him for a moment before wincing and sitting up. His gaze rests on the duros corpses scattered about the corridor, before he turns to Zirak.

"What happened? Did you find her?"

"If by 'her' you are referring to Sella, then the answer is 'no'," Zirak has sniffed sourly as he crouches to examine one of the discarded duros blasters.

"Reckon we could get anything for these?" he directs at Bane.

Ignoring Sora, Bane crouches beside Zirak to examine the weapon.

"Model 434 heavy blaster," he says appraisingly, "And in reasonable condition. I reckon we could get five hundred credits apiece with the right buyer."

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Appraise.
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This seems to be good enough for Zirak, who eagerly begins scooping up the weapons into his pack.

Sora watches the pair reprovingly for a few moments, before picking himself up and limping across to Ak-Yev's prone form. He slumps down beside him, placing a hand on the weequay's pulse. He seems satisfied, and closes his eyes, hovering his hand over the wound on Ak-Yev's chest. Nothing seems happen. After a moment Sora opens one eye hopefully. He scowls Ak-Yev's lack of response, reaching defeatedly into his pouch to withdraw a medpac.

"Now, which end was it...?" he mutters to himself.

"Other end," he decides a few moments later as bacta sprays across his boots.

On his second attempt he succeeds in getting the right end, but still misses Ak-Yev's vein, spilling most of the bacta onto the weequay's arm instead. He sighs.

"Have you learned to use these yet?" he inquires reluctantly of Zirak.

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Treat Injury.
Sora Bulq rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Treat Injury.

"If you mean, do I know the goal is to get the bacta into my target and not on my shoes..." Zirak says unhelpfully as he continues to scavenge the discarded blasters.