The Planetary Traffic Control Tower

[Eth Erzin]

"Alright, Omwati, give up, you're helpless." A guard gesticulated with his blaster.
"Okay, okay. I surrender." Lents' mind raced. Looking for all possible methods of escape... there was only one that could possibly work. He remotely deactivated his lightsaber, grabbed it out of midair, and slowly rolled it towards their feet. At the same time, he reached out to find Skeang's mind. He didn't care if he accidentally physically pushed him--if that was even possible at this distance. He just needed to find him and let him know frantically that he needed to get outside. Skeang had started climbing the tower, but Lents didn't need that. Skeang needed to stay outside, and that's the way he pushed.
"Okay Jedi--what are you doing. Stop that right now! Hands above your head, come with us." Lents looked up, and apparently his eyes had been closed. It didn't matter if they had seen him concentration. His entire gamble hinged on whether Skeang understood or had even received his message.
"N-no thanks." Lents activated the lightsaber, flailing it around, hoping to catch inevitable blaster bolts, slash legs, whatever. He sprinted towards the other side of the room, flinging the blade towards the clear plasteel viewport window.
He rolled and jumped and spun, trying to avoid the near continual stream of blaster shots that made their way towards his body. A few hit the back of his breastplate and reflected off, but a few found their way around it. One hit him in the back of the arm, another on the side of his lower back. He grunted and fell forward with the impact. Lents' hands hit the ground and he used the force to propel him upwards into a handspring that launched him feet-first towards the window. The lightsaber had carved a near-complete crescent in it.
Lents broke through the window, falling after his lightsaber. "Oh sithspawn, Skeang, I hope you get my message." He pushed with his mind again as he plummeted through the sky, countless stories above the ground.

[Skeang]

Skeang felt a slight push on his shoulder. It must have come from Lents but the distance he was able to achieve was astounding. Skeang then heard more blaster shots and footsteps about 100 meters above him. Skeang heard glass cracking and the sound of a light saber. He knew what was happening, he burst through the nearest window seeing Lents a few stories above him he extended his arm in his direction.
"Grab on, I don't think your kind can fly."

[Eth Erzin]

"I just hope your body can cushion the fall enough for the both of us!" Lents shouted over the howl of the wind as he grabbed onto Skeang's arm as if his life depended on it, which it did. Seeing his lightsaber tumbling through the air, he used the Force to direct it to him and quickly reached out with one arm to snatch it out of the air and clip it to his belt before latching back onto Skeang.

[Skeang]

Skeang felt heavy as he fell toward the hard ground below. He remembered what was weighing him down. He yelled as loudly as possible.
"Things are about to get wet and mushy try to land on top of me."
Skeang then used his abdominal muscles to propel the dismembered corpses he still had contained in himself toward the ground. The force he pushed them with put them several feet in front of him before he hit the ground with a squishy thud. Several bones impaled in him but no major damage thanks to the guards who had proudly given there lives to cushion his fall. Skeang pulled his arm in the best he could so that Lents would not be injured.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents' eyes widened as he hurtled towards the ground, but Skeang's elastic body softened the initial impact, and his stretchy arms decelerated Lents slowly enough that he wasn't jarred by the shock. When he reached the ground, he touched his toes and rolled off, absorbing the last momentum into the action. "Okay Skeang let's get outta--!" His back spasmed from where he had been shot and he fell into the ground. "Gaah, c'mon. I can make it!" He forced himself up and shook his head to clear his vision of the spinning blurs. "Alright, let's go." he stumbled over to the Illuminant Rush and palmed the hatch open. But as he stepped up into the ship, his back clenched involuntarily again and he fell to the ground. "Sithspawn! Why can't I regenerate like Skeang?"

[Skeang]

Skeang lifted Lents into the ship putting him in the driver's seat.
"Its not all fun and games especially if you notice that I never pass out no matter how much of my body is on fire. Fly toward the ship once we are off planet I will patch you up some while we head off toward Hurrikaine."

[Eth Erzin]

"Yeah, I'll just slave it to yours while I patch myself up," he grunted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the data chip. "Here you go--here are the coordinates. I dunno what he was going for, I didn't get a chance to look before attacked by guards." He grabbed onto handholds and pulled himself over to the passenger bay, opening the compartment wherein he held his emergency medical supplies--bacta patches: that's what he needed. He remotely activated the ship-wide comm and sent a link invite to Skeang's ship. "Alright, let's get outta here."

[Skeang]

Occ: I had forgotten i had a ship.

Skeang got into his ship and began to fly off in the way that Hurrikaine was headed.
"You sure have been taking a beating lately leave the dangerous stuff to me in here just keep all your limbs while we get Hurrikaine back... What do you expect to find when we catch up with him? Whoever is controlling him must be smart and loyal to the empire. I would be very cautious when we get there."
Skeang felt uneasy flying off of the planet. He wondered if Lents was still able enough to continue with him into more enemies.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents relaxed at a table in the holding room, drinking stimcaf he had cooked up. His thumb was still healing, and his arm and back were throbbing from the blaster shots, but a couple days of bacta patches in deep hyperspace and he should regain his strength to... not necessarily as before, but close.
He didn't know where the coordinates led, but he trusted Skeang, and let his ship follow Skeang's to wherever they were headed next.
Another day, another adventure.

ooc:It's up to you Skeang, I have no idea where Hurrikaine and Sarvina are going.