Vancil felt… peaceful. It was a strange feeling for the Sith, one which he could only compare to the feeling of having a heavy blanket on top of you as you laid in bed after a long day of work. He knew something was wrong, that something had happened, but he was far too disoriented to tell much of anything. His vision was hazy, and all that he could see was limited by both the mask he wore and the rubble in front and on top of him. Oh. Rubble. That usually happened after an explosion. Ah, yes. The explosion at the… something. He wasn’t really sure, it all felt so wrong.

Perhaps the rubble was the source of the heavy blanket feeling. It would make sense considering the amount of rubble in front of his face indicated he was almost certainly buried beneath something. Vancil moved his leg testily. He felt the muscles flex and the attempt be made, yet the most he could move it was a few centimetres to the right before being stopped by what he assumed was rubble. The rest of his limbs were in a similar condition, only able to shift in the smallest gaps which had been left behind, with his head unable to move at all.

He could hear… something. Perhaps those jetpacks the Mandalorians seemed so fond of. That sound was soon replaced by footsteps, adding some credence to his theory despite how muffled the sound seemed to be. Why was it so- oh yeah, Vancil was buried by rubble. There also seemed to be a very faint ringing in his ears. Talking… someone was talking now. What exactly though he had no idea.

The muffled sound of a blaster reached him, which was shortly followed by many other chaotic sounds, including a… lightsaber. There was also another sensation, one that he was sure he had used many times before, yet again, Vancil was far too disoriented to fully understand what it was. Wait. A lightsaber. He had one of those. A quick flex of his right hand also confirmed it was right where he had left it. His one wasn’t activated though… who else did he know that had a lightsaber…

Kandria…

His eyes widened as the chaotic sounds finally formed into something cohesive, something he knew very well. The sound of battle. A sense of panic entered his mind as he struggled to move his body, which was trapped by both the pain of the explosion and the stoney rubble atop him. This was a new feeling, and one he didn’t like. As the sounds intensified the feeling grew. He was so helpless. Kandria was out there fighting alone, without him, putting herself in danger. And he couldn’t do anything about it.

He grunted as one of the fingers on his left hand moved the rubble a bit, giving more wriggle room. Not enough. It wasn’t enough. Kandria was by herself. He had to get to her, protect her. His panic grew as the rubble continued to remain unmoving, essentially resulting in him vibrating beneath it all as he shifted to and fro desperately. The sound of battle slowly stopped as what sounded like another lightsaber joined the fray.

Fear.

He was too disoriented to think straight, the consequences of the explosion and the panic he felt being too great. He knew there was something he had, something he could do, yet his thoughts were filled only with how Kandria was in danger and there was nothing he could do about it.

Someone started talking, the same voice as before, but Vancil was recovered enough to at least hear what was being said, even if it was muffled, “What’s wrong, huh? Your little witchcraft can’t help you now? And here I thought you were actually going to cause problems. “But then again, what would I expect from a pair of Jedi.”

Vancil’s vibrations froze as the final word hammered into his skull as well as any blaster bolt would have. His feelings of panic were slowly subsiding, and with it the fear that clouded the options he knew he had but couldn’t see. His wide, panicked eyes slowly begin to narrow, his right one even twitching slightly.

He felt the weight on his back slowly lift before disappearing entirely. Clenching his fist around his lightsaber, he wordlessly staggered to his feet. His grip on the force had never been stronger, and he felt it quiver around him as his anger started its exponential growth. He raised his gaze upwards, drinking in the scene around him.

Three Mandalorians, all wearing the same armour as the ones he had fought at the dock. Two were standing together with the one in the lead wielding some weird ass black lightsaber. The last one was to his right, standing over Captain Tryd who was either dead or unconscious. The rubble which had previously kept him down and buried now floated all around him, counting in the dozens and held up by the sheer amount of dark side force leaking out of him from all the anger that coursed through him.

Vancil’s anger abated slightly as his head turned slightly to look at Kandria. The woman had turned towards him, bewilderment and astonishment evident in her eyes. Her lightsaber was ignited, yet she clearly struggled to keep a proper grip on it, constantly readjusting. That coupled with the fact of how she clutched her stomach and how ragged her breathing was, it was clear that she had gone through one hell of a fight.

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His anger returned in full force as his gaze shifted to the lead Mandalorian. Considering his position in front of the other Mandalorian he was likely the one that had been talking, as well as their leader. His glare intensified underneath his mask as the crimson red of his lightsaber sprang to life.

“I’m going to kick your fucking ass.” Vancil snarled, causing the man to take a step back.

Without a further word Vancil lowered himself into a stance. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he kicked forward, the rubble he stood on cracking and being thrown backward as he dashed forward with his force enhanced speed, while the rubble which previously floated began their descent back to the ground. In a second he was in front of the leader, who was in the process of leaping backwards. Slow.

Almost dismissively Vancil force pushed the lead Mandalorian off to the right and continued on towards the one who stood behind the leader. They too were slow to react, only having halfway raised their blaster before the Sith drove his lightsaber through the glass visor of the Mandalorian’s helmet, killing them instantly.

Vancil twisted around, deflecting the yellow blaster bolt from the third Mandalorian with ease. He pointed his open hand towards her, also force pushing her back, causing her to collide with the quarry wall, her jetpack shattering and likely taking the brunt of the collision. As she slumped down, either knocked out or paralysed, Vancil didn’t care, he turned back to where he had pushed the lead Mandalorian. The man had been sent flying through several tents before finally stopping, and was only just now staggering to his feet.

Vancil snarled. He fucking hated Mandalorians.

Dashing forward once again, Vancil brought his red lightsaber against the leader’s own black lightsaber, making sure to aim for the saber specifically. He didn’t want this to end too quickly. Even then, the force of Vancil’s blow was enough to force the Mandalorian to stagger backwards, nearly losing his footing again. Pressing the attack Vancil took another swipe with his lightsaber, this time knocking the enemy’s weapon from their hand.

The leader attempted to take flight, his jetpack sputtering to life as he started to ascend away from Vancil. He didn’t get far though as Vancil seized him by the ankle, pulling him violently back down to the ground with a slam. Now flat on his ass, the leader attempted to reach for the pistol holstered at his side, however his attempt was quickly halted by Vancil who aggressively stomped on their hand, several cracks and the ensuing scream indicating that the appendage was almost certainly broken.

Face still twisted into an enraged snarl beneath his mask, Vancil deactivated and holstered his lightsaber. With a roar of fury, the Sith descended on the Mandalorian, straddling the man and laying into the him. Each time his armoured gloves connected with the Mandalorian’s helmet the metal on said helmet bent, creaked, and cracked, slowly deforming the protective device. The glass quickly shattered as the frame holding it in place was morphed beyond recognition, yet the Mandalorian’s eyes and any sort of facial features were hidden by the shadow of the Sith looming over them.

He made some feeble attempts at blocking at first, yet now all the leader’s arms were doing was laying at his side, flinching and twitching with each blow Vancil dealt. Unsatisfied, Vancil stood up, seizing the Mandalorian by the throat and dragging him to a nearby tent. With more yells of rage, he grabbed the leader by the back of the head, slamming their face into the solid metal frame which held up the tent. Once that had been deformed as much as the helmet still attached to the leader’s head, likely only the case because the helmet was so deformed, he threw the Mandalorian to the ground once again.

The little shit appeared to still have some fight left in him, as his arms slowly but desperately scrabbled to drag him away. He appeared to be speaking but Vancil didn’t care enough to listen. With a final roar Vancil brought his foot back. The force enhanced kick to the chest sent the Mandalorian flying backwards, coincidentally all the way back to the cave entrance he had blown up on top of their heads.

No. Vancil wasn’t done. The Sith’s fists clenched once again and he started marching towards where the leader now remained unmoving, the edges of his vision blurring as he focused only on the Mandalorian. He stopped however, as he felt something wrap around his waist, holding him in place and stopping his executioner’s march dead in its tracks.

This confused him at first. Whatever was holding him certainly wasn’t using a lot of force. In fact, it wasn’t even really holding him, simply just being present with so little grip it was as though it would slip away at any moment. He finally registered something pressing against the crook of his neck. There was… someone standing in front of him. As his vision started to clear and the rage subsided, he finally realised what it was that had stopped him, what was calming him so quickly and efficiently.

Kandria was… hugging him. Yes… that was what this was… a hug. He blinked away the rest of his blurry vision and ripped his gaze away from the Mandalorian, turning it to Kandria instead. She was basically slouched against him, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms just barely wrapped around him, as though just doing this was taking up all of her energy. He could feel how slow and ragged her breathing was, just as she likely felt how rapid his own breathes were. It… calmed him.

His anger completely melted away. Slowly and tentatively so as to not distress her exhausted body with any sudden movements, he hugged her back.