[ Just beyond the bend Cassian can hear the sound of what sounds like a giant vacuum. Panic leaps into his throat and his steps hasten. Had he punched in the incorrect code? Had he made things worse and led this woman astray? Already his mind is leaping and bounding over contingencies on how exactly he'll get her out because going back to the panel is not an option. Not when the water had been rising inconceivably fast and moving in a way that water shouldn't. The dark, undulating mass that had been burned into his mind's eyes overlaps with the parting look she had given him. It had been equal parts fear, equal parts hope. And he wouldn't allow that hope to dim.
He's already drawing his blaster, ready to shoot his way through the glass if he must - only to be greeted with the sight of inky black water being sucked up around her. Immediately he rushes forward, wrenching the door open. The water or whatever the kriff it is, tries to latch onto his boots and he kicks it away as he reaches for her.
The hair on the back of his neck still feels like it's standing on end. After a lifetime of trusting his instincts he knows what it means. Something is still here. Something is still watching. Bix and Brasso might tease and call him paranoid, but he knows in his gut that something here isn't right. Whatever he'd come here isn't worth the loss of a life nor any more harm than what she's already suffered. His fingers curl around her wrist, positioning himself so that she leaves the room first and that if anything in this room tries to retaliate, it will be he who gets attacked first.
There's no time to stop or look around for a sign for what could have possibly triggered this. They have to put as much space between this room, this building, as possible. All the same concern reaches through his words as he urges her forward offering himself as support should she need it. ]
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He's already drawing his blaster, ready to shoot his way through the glass if he must - only to be greeted with the sight of inky black water being sucked up around her. Immediately he rushes forward, wrenching the door open. The water or whatever the kriff it is, tries to latch onto his boots and he kicks it away as he reaches for her.
The hair on the back of his neck still feels like it's standing on end. After a lifetime of trusting his instincts he knows what it means. Something is still here. Something is still watching. Bix and Brasso might tease and call him paranoid, but he knows in his gut that something here isn't right. Whatever he'd come here isn't worth the loss of a life nor any more harm than what she's already suffered. His fingers curl around her wrist, positioning himself so that she leaves the room first and that if anything in this room tries to retaliate, it will be he who gets attacked first.
There's no time to stop or look around for a sign for what could have possibly triggered this. They have to put as much space between this room, this building, as possible. All the same concern reaches through his words as he urges her forward offering himself as support should she need it. ]
Are you okay?