Kyr'bes - King of Crowns

Kuiil

An awful standoff between an old Moff and your Mandalorian wasn't something you had in mind, when you imagined saving the child from its horrible fate. Miffed, hurting and terrified were your three main emotions, silently watching the soldiers outside, the Moff at ease, waiting for a reply from the timid cantina.

By gone it, every chance you had to escape you wound up in a situation just like this one. Some excuse for an attempt at getting lucky to survive another day, winding up captured, in handcuffs or even trapped between this standoff, and your life.

Your name was Lucky, your real name foreign to you and those around you. A very old part of you wanted to scream and run, but you were grounded to reality, echoing into the eyes of the strangers you once called allies, and a new future waiting expectantly for you to come back to it.

If you were lucky enough to survive.

"Is there another way out?" Cara looked to Karga.

"No, that's it." Karga pointed to the door.

The Mandalorian hastily turned to Karga. "What about the sewers?"

"The sewers?" Karga turned his lips up in disgust.

"The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers." The Mandalorian explained.

"You're a genius." You whispered, your voice faint.

"If we can get down there, that is. " The Mandalorian nodded towards you, keeping you steady while you came to terms with your death. "They can help us escape."

"Yeah, sewers are good." Cara agreed, nodding frantically. She wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Checking for access points."

The Mandalorian had taken back the wrist cuff from you, pressing buttons you had no idea which function was for what, and you heard a familiar little whirr come from his helmet. "Are you using...heat seek?" You watched as the Mandalorian slowly scanned the surrounding room, leaving you silent as Cara peered back out to the streets.

"What the hell are they waiting for?" She whispered.

"Not sure." You answered. You leaned over the Mandalorian, pressing into his chest carefully.

"Hold up." Cara warned. You watched their advances, Gasping in response as you shrunk back away from the window. "Get back!" She saw what you saw. A familiar heavy-cannon getting set up outside the cantina. "That's an E-web!" You hushed. The Mandalorian ignored your frantic cries, as Cara shared a look of panic with one of her own.

"It's over." Karga muttered.

The Mandalorian spoke next, giving you a false shred of hope. "I found the sewer vent."

"Let's get the hell out of here." She hurriedly insisted.

The Mandalorian grabbed you again, pulling you with him as you all raced for a wall against the back of the cantina. Ian frantically went for the bench pressed against the wall, trying to rip it from the wall. You holstered your weapon and jumped in to help, your nerves catching on fire as you both ripped the booth away.

The vent was big enough to fit through, a blast of stagnant air hitting your face as the bench collapsed to the wall, crashing loudly.

Cara gave the Mandalorian another look, surging forward to grab the vent, trying to pull it off the wall. It didn't give, even when both you and the Mandalorian aided, the metal squeaking and groaning under the give. Solid shut.

"It's assembled!" Karga cried. "How long until that thing is cleared?"

"Fuck!" You muttered, trying to keep your cool. "Blow it."