Crystaall pushed herself up and scratched her head. She honestly wasn't expecting something like that, and to her knowledge, nothing like that could've happened. But something felt odd to her, because she could feel the power she used in her fight against the A.I. ITs was as if she really did gain its abilities. What scared her was the fact that if she ever used the power, she would allow Dark Angel to get closer to control than the intended time. Unfortunately she didn't have time to think about this fact as Grey-Kast began to speak.
"The Alliance got here before us, and I heard the assault on the Death Star is having issues. Not to mention the Alliance is having a hard time pushing toward the palace. Its like the Empire put it under its best infantry unit under its control. You still up for this?"
"I am. How else am I suppossed to avenge the fallen?"
"Well that's good to hear, because R4 is dropping us on the front-lines. Blaster fire and the stench of death is littering the area.."
"Ridding the city of the Empire is the first step. R4! Lower the ramp!"
The hatch fell and both of them looked to see a massive scale firefight. The Alliance was making a push toward the Palace, but as Crystaall looked closer, she could see the Empire moving to flank the Rebel soldiers. Pulling out her pistols, Crystaall aimed carefully and decided to shoot at the Imperial troopers from the ramp. Before Grey-Kast could stop her, she took a small jump off the ramp and began to fall, feet first. The rodian stood there and shook his head.
"Ah hell. R4, don't get the Hawke blown up now!"
Kast shouted this as he jumped off the ramp himself Luckily the droid was hovering only a few feet above the ground, allowing the two to land with only some small pain in their ankles and a large thud on the ground with the occasional grunt. Unfortunately, who they landed in front of was no the Alliance. They had dropped into the Imperial flank Crystaall had been shooting at. Sighing and taking cover behind a small wall before the troops could fire at her, Crystaall cursed herself. Taking out her pistols she rolled out of cover and began to fire one bolt after another at each of the troops. They barely had time to react as Grey-Kast landed behind her, never losing his standing pose. He pulled out his own pistol and began to fire it off with a single hand at each troop Crystaall managed to miss. The two slaughtered the Imperial flank squad as it took the blaster beating willingly and with hardly any resistance. Once their shooting had died down, both Crystaall and Grey-Kast decided that now was the time to help the Alliance's push. Using the same flank the Imperials had, both rodian and human made their way to the Imperial's rear defense with speed, and began to unload upon the unaware foe. They took extra procedure, taking cover behind one of the Empire's set barriers and open fired upon the battalion that held the palace gates. Of course, with killing these men and women came at a cost in Crystaall's mind. The stench of death and the knowledge that she could never wipe this from her memory. She could never forget that she killed people for her own revenge, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she was so close to killing him. The blaster fire and the screams of dieing soldiers didn't end, even as the Alliance left to eliminate the surrounding troops near the palace/ The slow walks up the steps seemed heavy for some reason. The weight and pressure she felt from finishing this man off. a man who had caused so much chaos for her friends and family. A man that deserved to die because he relished any opportune moment to cause such chaos. She would kill him if it even meant losing herself.
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