"Suffice to say that his legs and torso decided to part ways and will not be making amends anytime soon," Zirak replies smugly, staring down at the weequay's remains.

"Congratulations," comes Bane's terse reply, "So there will be no objections, I take it, if I take my droideka back?"

As he speaks, the droideka behind them deactivates its shields and folds into a rolling position, before spinning off at full speed down the corridor in the direction of the control room.

"And ask Sora if he can come and inform his uncle's guards of their liege's death," another loud rumble echoes over the comlink, followed by the sound of blaster fire, "They don't appear to have quite got the update..."

Zirak swiftly turns to the doorway.

"Well? You heard him, Sora."

Sora nods grimly, already hurrying toward the door. He pauses, frowning, as Ak-Yev hoists up Korak's upper body before limping after them.

"In case they do not believe you," Ak-Yev shrugs as he brushes past Sora.

Sora seems to see the logic of this, and also shrugs before setting off once more in the direction of the control room.

"You do realise, Sora," calls Zirak from up ahead, "That I will resent you greatly if Bane dies because you didn't hurry up?"

"Do I detect genuine concern for a being other than yourself?" Sora grins as he breaks into a sprint to catch up with Zirak.

"Just because I don't care for stupid and tiresome beings doesn't mean that I am incapable of being considerate of others," Zirak sniffs as they run.

"Must you limp so slowly, Ak-Yev? Hurry up!"

"Yes, emissary," Ak-Yev pants, gritting his teeth as he pushes himself to hurry faster down the corridor behind them.

The trio do not take long to reach the control room, and round the corner shortly to find the doors blown open by what appears to have been a plasma torch, judging by the carbon scoring. Half a dozen weequay crouch just inside the doorway, battling their droideka which stands in the corridor before them. A dozen weequay lie injured or dead outside the door, along with the damaged forms of the other two droidekas. Bane is crouched behind his desk in the centre of the room, ducking up to launch off a blast or two at his attackers before retreating once more.

"It is over!" Sora calls in Sriluurian as he strides forward, lightsaber raised, "Korak is dead!"

The weequay soldiers glance at each other in surprise, which morphs into dismay as their eyes alight on the torso being carried by Ak-Yev. As one they throw down their weapons and kneel before Sora.

"A wise decision," Sora replies sternly, "Now-"

He is cut off as the droideka continues with a savage burst which sends one of the weequay guards flying through the air to crash lifelessly against a desk behind.

OOC: Droideka dealt 52 points of vitality damage to Clan Bulq Elite Guard.
Droideka dealt 20 points of wound damage to Clan Bulq Elite Guard.

Sora glares at Bane as the remaining guards reach for their weapons in confusion.

Bane swiftly darts up, hastily typing into the console as the droideka's weapons power down.

"Sorry about that," he says sheepishly to the guards, "These centrally controlled droids, eh?"

The guards do not look impressed.

Zirak snorts, amused.

"Well, get to work, Sora. Where are these unlimited credits of yours?"

Sora makes his way past the guards to join Bane at the control desk. Behind him Ak-Yev tosses aside the remains of Korak and proceeds to bark orders to the surrendered guards in Sriluurian.

"See that the remaining security systems are either disabled or under our control," Sora instructs Bane, "And make sure no more surrendered guards are butchered."

"It wasn't like I planned it," Bane mutters defensively as he types away at the computer.

"Well, I won't say 'good planning' then," Zirak smirks as he joins Sora in peering over Bane's shoulder.

"You showed me earlier that zabrak in the prison block," Sora continues, ignoring Zirak, "Can you bring up the schematics of how to reach him?"

Bane nods, typing away.

"I can. And the credits...?"

"Yes, yes, all in good time," Sora replies impatiently.