She had helped him, guided him even as he guided her. She was his eyes, and he was the navigator. He stumbled a few times, but the woman with the soft voice and the steady hands always kept him from falling completely, and his previous disorientation had been smoothed over, to be replaced with a resolve that finally felt his own. He knew who she was - the Jedi woman - Dan's prized prisoner...

Her firm but gentle mannerisms and the way that she spoke washed over him, and he held her hand tightly at first, then as Dauntless shuddered again in throes of inevitable death, he draped an arm over her shoulder for further support.

"To the left," he coughed as the smell of smoke invaded his lungs.

"There should be a main console in the detention receiving area... "

They exited the maze of catwalks that was lined on either side with detention cells, and down into a much more open processing area. Another rumbling shake, and Marlon shot a hand out to brace against the nearest thing he could blindly grab, and ended up grasping at a dangling bit of shredded conduit.

"It's," another cough and a wheeze, "... it's in the middle," he let go of the conduit as the Jedi woman started forward once more, taking him with her. She must've seen it, and he spoke up once more.

"You'll need a command code to access the shipwide vox system," his leg crashed into a fallen stool, and Kori hissed out in pain, his features screwing into a deep grimace.

"Use mine. Four-two-four-Besh-eight-three-two."