2.0 - Lure of the Lost

Marc remembers what the jailor had said Careful! These must be the poor souls the Jailor said he was trying to save from the Dark Side! I've seen what happens when someone is utterly consumed by the Dark Side! They are dangerous! Marc takes up a position beside Heyop. Marc does not draw his lightsaber. He wonders how long these people had been locked away with the Jailor offline, and how they had even managed to survive. If not for his mother's Seer abilities and sacrifices to get him free, he could have wound up similar to one of these wretches, warped into a parody of himself and quite possibly insane when the Emperor was through with him. He shuddered in revulsion at the thought, then compartmentalized those thoughts and focused on the altercation at hand. Since Mal, Csi, and Joka had moved to show a united front, Marc decided to stick with Heyop and partner with him. Marc doubts that this situation will be resolved peacefully, but he does not want to use his lightsaber on these poor people. If the odds are too great, he draw his blaster rifle and begin to cut them down. He knows that they cannot be allowed to wander freely, they are too dangerous. I'd prefer death over an existence like theirs, he thinks to himself. It would be a mercy to be put down if I was that far gone. Still, he hopes that somehow the madmen can be calmed and the situation can be resolved peacefully.

"Captives or not we really want to unleash them on the public? After they escape I'm pretty sure they're not going to go and just start doing good where ever they go. If it goes sideways people will look to see where they came from and that'll lead to us. Warden, explain. We need to lock down the temple, fight them at choke points, and detain them until we get answers from both sides." Heyop states his face changing from a serious reserved look to something harder as he eyes the throng of people.

A wise course of action, Heyop. I'm at your side. I suggest that we break into three groups; 1st group, secure the temple entrance, 2nd group, protect the hangar entrance and the speeders, 3rd group protect the holocrons and Hethan Romund. Unless there is some way to seal the temple doors or the hangar entrance, which would be VERY handy right now.

"Csillag! Eyes up! Guard up!" Heyop barks. His hand already blurring for a weapon as soon as opposition nears.

"Right!"

Csillag activates her weapon and the cyan blade spring forth.

Realizing the situation is now beyond any hope of avoiding violence, Joka draws his lightsaber and stands with his allies.

Vigilance Check.

Marc isn't reaching for his lightsaber. If his opponent is in melee range, he will fight his opponent using hand-to-hand combat. If Force powers come out, though, or one of Marc's new allies is hard pressed in his or her combat, all bets are off.

huh?

Joka ignites his blade and immediately assumes a guarded stance and braces for likely combat. Not overly eager to kill opponents he views as both out of their proper senses and not major physical threats, he naively holds out hope they may not attack. "Hold!"

Heyop sees a flash of light to his side and hears the demand from Xho. If they panic and attacked they'd likely to loose something besides their pride.

He exhaled rocking forward his hand moving to his truncheon as he slide into his aggressor's stance attempting to knock him senseless for a bit before moving to Csillag's side so she wasn't overwhelmed.

"I'd listen to him if you drop the weapons we'll hear you out and try to resolve this peacefully. You know what happens if we defend or attack with those." he adds referring to the lightsaber.

Csillag tightens her grip on the hilt of her saber.

Marc attempts to subdue the crazed looking humanoid in front of him with (hopefully) a flurry of strikes. (and this is where I'm probably going to fumble all over the place and get myself killed)