Nau'ravi(Arya and Co.)

Arya gritted her teeth. I'm not leaving my ship, she wanted to retort, but reigned it in.

"Fine." She followed after the Jedi and the kid, shooting a bit more in the Falleen's direction to make sure he stayed hidden. "Better hurry though."

The pilot jogged down the forward face boarding ramp, stopping in the middle.

"Ma'am! General is ordering us back," he'd raised his voice to be heard, but even through the yell it was plain to hear that he was worried.

"He's furious; said a few things I'd rather not repeat, Ma'am. I recommend we leave now."

A raised eyebrow, and s'Il held tightly to Teagan.

"You should think about changing back," she whispered into the pup's ear. Her answer was another happy nuzzle, this time accompanied by a tongue in her ear. It was... an odd feeling.

Time being of the essence, the Jedi broke into a jog with Arya close behind.

His head was ringing, vision blurred; the fact that he couldn't feel pain from where Ravenwing had slammed his head against the deck was surely a bad sign. He could hear the dull, distant sounds of gunfire; or maybe that was just the concussion, messing with his ears.

He squinted as he staggered, clambering from within Ravenwing's ship; stumbling his way clear. His eyes narrowed, squinting to focus on the shapes ahead of him. A shuttle. Figures retreating. He thought he could make out Ecks, seeking cover behind a rock. Or maybe it was just a green rock. He wasn't sure. Didn't care. People running towards shuttles generally meant retreat, and escape. Hugo wasn't sure who the hell all these people were anymore - his train of thought had been lost somewhere amongst the Rebels, the Jedi, and the shapeshifting wolf baby.

Not that it mattered. Now wasn't the time for questions. Shoot first. Ask later.

He fumbled with the controls of his blaster, shifting it to stun. At this range, there was little chance he'd be able to hit with a kill shot; let alone hit in somewhere that would merely disable his target and let them bring her in alive. On stun at least, he could fire indescriminately in her direction, and hope he hit something; and so he levelled his blaster - holding it steady with both hands - and opened fire.

Arya caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to look at her freighter, rail gun staying on Ecks' position. The second hunter was staggering out of the ship, blaster aimed at the running trio.

"Go go go!" she shouted, though s'Ilancy needed no encouragement and was already booking it to the relative safety of the shuttle with the kid in her arms. Arya was trying to take an evasive zag to the right when the stun blast caught her, overloading her nervous system and sending her crashing to the sulfurous dirt.

Ecks surged out from behind his rock as the Ravenwing woman went down to the ground, and blasted the dirt behind Loklorien s'Ilancy to keep her moving forward and away from the mark. He ran forward, noting that the shuttle Lok was running to was out of range of Arya's position, making the pilot useless to stop him as he shot Ravenwing with another stun blast before throwing the twitching female over his shoulder.

"C'mon," he growled at Montegue, who looked out of it but together enough to follow him back to Razor's Edge, his blaster covering their escape. But s'Ilancy did not follow, or attempt to stop them. She was probably counting on those X-Wings that were due for another flyby shortly, and the MC80 in orbit to keep them from taking their mark.

The Jedi disappeared into the shuttle as the hunters reached their ship. Ecks threw Arya into the common area, yelled at Montegue to put binders on her, and charged into the cockpit to fire up the repulsors.

Head thick with concussion, Hugo struggled to focus, forcing himself to follow in the wake of Ecks' grunted command. Stepping into the ship came as an intense relief: soon, he'd be able to collapse in a corner; maybe raid the emergency medical supplies for something to abate the dull ache that permiated his skull.

Of course, the distraction that the pain provided wasn't entirely unwelcome. It stopped his mind from coming to grips with the terrifying truth: someone had been messing around in his skull, and had rewired his brain; taken his actions out of his control. He didn't want to dwell on that. Didn't want to have to contend with what that might entail: not here; not now. Maybe, if he took enough pain meds, he could slip into a daze and stop caring for a while.

Before he did though, he had one instruction to comply with. Retrieving the stun cuffs, he knelt down beside the paralysed Ravenwing. The programmed hate and bile still stirred in the pit of his stomach, but it was satiated by the fact that she was captured, no doubt being returned to the person to whom he was programmed to help send her; his actions then were his own, as was the hint of sadness in his eyes.

He reached down, gently closing her mismatched eyes, no doubt already drying out from the stun-induced inability to blink. He hesitated as he reached to slap the first set of stun cuffs around her wrists. "Thank you," he muttered softly, and then fell into silence.

She'd had no choice, and the pained look on her face gave away the frustration she felt as the shuttle's boarding ramp had lifted. The whine of servos and motors had rung out like a death knell, signaling Arya's fate. Even as the pilot brought the shuttle up off the ground, s'Il carefully set her daughter down - the vornskr pup wriggled as she was placed on the deck - and hurried into the cockpit. She watched, helpless as the hunters retreated to their own ship with the Loveloxx Lupine.

Gaze tracking to Arya's ship, s'Il knew that it would still need to wait a while yet before being retrieved.

It was the sound of Teagan's reversion, coming from the crew quarters behind, that took her thoughts away from those that pressed so heavily upon her though. Turning on her heel, she was gone from the bridge once more, and with her arms going out, the elder Lupine swept her daughter up into an embrace that lasted for long minutes. Both shed tears, and neither released the other.

Teagan was back. The events themselves that had apparently happened to deposit the girl into Arya's hands began to make a small bit of sense, but ultimately they mattered little now. What mattered most was that s'Il's family was whole again.

There is a part of my soul
Taken from me, lost to me
But you have found it
You have returned it, and I am whole again
I receive