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An explosion echoed down the narrow corridors of Level Four Containment and Delousing Station. Cover created by the blast was soon converged up by several armed guards sent to assess the situation, they were met with violently heavy resistance and soon were taken capitive unable to defend or withdraw. Thankfully Cel wanted to keep the casualties to a minimum for now, at least until he found the man in charge. He would bribe them with their life and just as easily take it away from them when he found out what he wanted, and the fools would all be just as trusting as their fellow deceased comrades. What other choice did they have? The brutal honest truth of it was: they were going to die, with or without talking, and either way when they die the result of what happens next doesn't affect them. So why not spill the beans, why give a rat's behind about what happens to the man they are trying to defend...it's his fault they're there and about to die.

Or at least that is what he would say to the tough nuts to crack.

Some would talk, most wouldn't. But it was the ones that did talk that proved fruitful. The facility was about to be stormed with guards armed to the teeth aimed to kill everyone. Well the best he could do was to cut his loses, Cel's ability to mimic and recreate himself as others would have its best use now. He quickly explained his plan to the ten others that he had gathered at the beginning. Quickly they disrobed one of the armed guards as Cel began the painful process of altering his appearance. Bones crackled and tendons popped as his jaw and nose reset according to Cel's will. The end result left him gasping in pain and also in an attempt to regain the composure lost during the transformation.

The uniform of the dead patrolman fit incredibly well. Vainly he had the men admire his new clothing and dispatched them to their new positions quickly. The bodies were repositioned around the debris as if they had fallen in combat and Cel joined their ranks discoloring his face a little as if he had been knocked unconscious by the explosion. Soon another better armed force would be coming to take the position, or so according to the initial guards.

The other ten set to work fortifying their position with the light riot weaponry they had garnered from the armory. This battle was not meant to be won, after Cel was retrieved by the opposite forces they would drop back to the next and most heavily populated defence.

All systems were operational. As the Firespray reved up troops began to file into the hangar and blaster fire opened up upon the light ship, Cel enabled the shield but it woldn't last very long under that kind of barrage. The ships engines whined into readiness, Cel engaged the thrust and forced the starship out of the hangar. A few Merson Missiles whistled by the Firespray narrowly missing it and rocking the ship from the turbulance.

The exit from the atmosphere was a smooth one, but if one thing was for certain someone would be along shortly to follow him and gun Cel out of the skies. The weapons system sprang to life and Cel gave the lasers a few test blasts. Calibrating to his liking, Cel turned the ship around and decided on creating a diversion and gaining a little extra time.

In the schematics there had been a hangar that said reserved for Imperial Representatives. Best guess Cel could give was that the ship Colonel Tasse arrived on would be located in that hangar. The complex was looming close and the guards had retreated back inside. Noticing the reserve generators and power station, Cel opened fire and grinned gleefully at the destruction. He then circled around to the hangar in question and proceeded to create a new sunroof. Maybe the falling debris would disable the ship, but if this man was tough to kill then his ship would likely be just as tough as it's occupants.