The freighter shot through the atmosphere at an unsafe velocity and vector, the long range communication device sheared off from the vessel from the sheer speed at which the craft was descending. According to the read out, the vessel was travelling at 645 km/h, with a maximum speed of 600km/h within the atmosphere. That number continued to climb.

Exerting the force, his fingers stretched out across the forward cockpit window, changing the inertial energy that was splayed across the forward section of the ship. The heat began to dissipate, and Lord Deimos took that moment to correct his vector and adjust his speed. The end result was a ship that catapulted through the atmosphere, reaching a safe velocity moments before reaching the critical no-return point of landing. Luckily, his vessel did; but would not be able to take off again once it landed.

... and land the vessel did.

But Rev was in a hurry.

"To hell with this," he said, training his rifle on the guard to his left, and his Luxan to the one on the right and shooting both before they could pull their weapons, as casually as if they were pheasants. The recoil from his M300 was strong--strong enough to send the unfortunate thug hard into the wall, then to the floor--but it was balanced by the Luxan, which condemned its own target to a similar fate and splayed his blood across the floor. "Get him on his comlink," he said to Acheron without hesitation, referring of course to Zeril. "Get him to call all his men to this cantina. Do what you have to, use your Jedi wiles, or whatever. Or shoot him until he does it. Then hurry after me, we're on the clock here."

The bounty hunter holstered his pistol, then heaved open the door to the bar and disappeared outside, expecting and indeed knowing that Acheron would follow. He set out on a distinctly different route than the one he had walked to the cantina, this time using Tun Aduban's side streets and alleys to his advantage, to avoid Zeril's men who would, surely, follow the comparably faster route back to the restaurant. Within moments, the pair would be back at the spaceport, watching from an alley across the street as a troop of pirates passed them by. "All right, kid," Rev would say to Acheron. "Your friend's got an industrial duty ion cannon up there on that tower. I noticed it coming in, and unless you take it out we're going nowhere, you got me?"

"I'm going to make for the ship and get her started," he continued, slinging his M300 under his arm. "Do what you have to. You got two and half minutes, maybe less."

Zeril's eyes seemed to glaze over, a sudden tenacious feeling that he didn't want to do anything washing over his mind. Though before the mind-trick had fully settled on his mind, he spoke to the Dark Lord. "You are safer with me.... I will let you and the bounty hunter go. I will call off whatever I have been planning." Zeril's hands slowly drifted towards the communicator at his hip; his mind lulled into a false reality as he was about to relay the command--then the bounty hunter spoiled the calmness by opening fire on the two Pirates that had been standing sentry. Poor McKenzie, he had liked that fellow--now his blood was sprayed along the floor and the wall; a piece of gooey brain residue seeping down the door.

His eyes narrowed, and he paused in his response to the man on the other side of the communicator. However, not requiring any aid to know that should he not listen then either Darwin or the bounty hunter would gut him, he spoke once more. "All units report to the Cantina immediately, we've had a gun fight break out." That done, he deactivated the communicator and would wait for the two to make their departure.

Then the unexpected happened. He felt a wave of inertial energy push up against him and suddenly he was in the air--flying straight until the wall on the opposing side of the Cantina. His back cracked, but no serious damage occurred, and the pirate lord slid to the ground with a groggy groan. A wave of blackness descended over his eyes, and he was unconscious.

There would be approximately five minutes before all of Zeril's men had arrived at the Cantina, and by that time he would be awake and have dispatched them back to the spaceport. While that was plenty of time for the bounty hunter to have his ship prepped and ready to leave, it left Darwin with little time to deactivate the Ion canon, and even less time to get aboard the ship before the firefight broke out. Of course, surely it was an easy thing for a former Jedi Knight to kill some Pirates.

Zeril sighed, letting his back hit the edge of the cantina counter. Deimos is going to kill me... he thought to himself.

“Inform the good Captain that I am here,” the mechanized and deep voice of Deimos ordered and he turned on his heels towards the Ion Canon. Being a shorter distance than Darth Acheron from the canon, the Dark Lord had every intention of intercepting him along the way. Since Darth Acheron was leaving the Cantina towards the spaceport, he had to run three blocks (down the back alley) to the Spaceport, then enter either the main hangar bay and proceed through the communications tower before exiting on the fortified wall and running the distance of the wall to the Ion Canon, or else he had to proceed through the main hangar to the service entrance located beneath the Ion Canon which would take him to the temporary maintenance hold before he could take a ladder and come up right beside the Canon. In either case, the Ion Canon was located on the opposing side of the giant gate that led into the main Hangar (open roofed as it was) and was three stories up.

It was there that Acheron would meet the Dark Lord. The Lord of Chaos as he was known. Deimos didn’t move, his back facing away from the Hangar and the port out towards where all the pirates were running. His right hand held a thermal detonator, his left clutched the hilt of his crimson saber, the hue of the blade reflecting on the ground.

“Hello Jedi...”

A smile touched the figures face, his back still offered to Darth Acheron as he listened so cautiously to the words that were leaving his mouth. “Ah yes, no longer a Jedi... But come now Darwin,” slowly, he would turn—the metallic mask concealing his face. He had taken to wearing the mask when he had last been employed on Zhyr, inspiring fear as Deimos Al’Cair, the Revolutionary Guard Leader of the Zhyrian Guard who had brought the system out of chaos. Now, the mask worked to conceal his face—the face of a man that the Jedi—and his daughter—thought dead.

The slow circle would bring him to face Darth Acheron, his saber still in his left hand and thus, away from the Ion Canon. From this vantage, the Dark Lord would swing in a wide arc and easy hit Acheron, whereas the other Sith was unfortunate enough to require a defense, and would either plummet off the building (should he retreat) or have to spin around the canon to avoid being slashed.

“How nice to meet you again Darwin,” the hiss of the merchanized voice translated his own, and in turn made it sound more malicious then he intended; still—the effect was the same. Thumbing the detonator he hefted it up towards Darwin, the blinker already going, revealing that the detonator was armed. But at that second, Deimos similarly brought his blade from its downward pointed position to an upward pointed position diagonally, propelling himself forward with the aid of the force. Effectively, Darwin had a thermal detonator lightly tossed in the air in his direction, followed by the hulking figure of Deimos, slashing diagonally upward from Deimos’ left to right.

Failure to block the move would result in Acheron being slashed from his right hip to his left shoulder, a move that would undoubtedly kill. However, as the Ion Canon was on Acherons left, he could similarly avoid being hit by spinning to the left and around the canon. If Acheron did move, then the detonator would sail harmlessly over the edge of the fortified wall and explode near the second story, sending a portion of the foundation of the wall shattering outward and bringing a portion of the story they were on down (though unfortunately not destroying the foundation that the Ion Canon rested on.

Since Deimos had been in the air careening diagonally upward towards the diagonally downward Acheron, he would have had to exert himself through the force in the air to force Deimos away. Since the push would have been in a reverse or downward direction, Deimos would be sent back towards the ground in the instance, if not soon, then Acheron. With his feet already aimed downward, all the Dark Lord had to do was brace himself, and land, his left hand extended outward fully towards where Acheron himself would land. Since Darth Acheron would turn to face Deimos, guard up, it was the time before he did that in which he would react, sending lacing bolts of electricity through the air and into the undefended back of Acheron. It was doubtful that over the agony and pain that Acheron would feel as the electricity lit his body afire he would be able to react, and it was safe to assume that Deimos had won this duel—having rendered his opponent incapable of defence.

By now, there had been sufficient time between the start of the duel and when Am Rev would have activity his ship, meaning that Acherons “friend” would be by at any second to free him—a friend that Deimos did not know about. Worse, was that the thermal detonator had opened up a small hole in the foundation of the building, enough so that the foundation of the Ion Cannon was visible, and that a precise shot from the vessel Am Rev was in would sent the Cannon falling to the landingpad and inoperable for use.

Either way, without aid fast, it can be assumed that Acheron would die. Since Acheron had been so liberal with his use of the Force during this conflict (and the fact that Deimos had used his own sparingly) the fatigue coupled with the excruciating pain he undoubtedly felt would eventually be his downfall.

Nonetheless, as the electricity would envelope him, Deimos would reply. That mechanized voice sounded malignant and ill-intentioned. "I am, and you--my soft, pink friend--will bow to the power of the Darkside of the Force."

(( Cue Am Rev to save the day lol. ))