Day's Won, All That's Left, is to Run [Day 9, LE, Closed]

[Honor]

Below the battle was won, the Imperials were being pushed back to their garrison. Elsewhere souls were pit in an age-old conflict. Aboard this station few people new what was truly happening, truly aware of what was about to happen. They'd never know of the true moments that were shared now. The commitment to the sacrifice that would save countless lives.

All Tosath Nazora, doctor of the KSF and a man whom only ever cared to save those he could, all he had to do was to run.

[Musical Theme]

[Tosath Nazora]

As he runs, he curses the stitch in his side. He had never been the most physically active person and suspected he likely needed more hydration for all the activity he had been doing today. And his shins hurt like crazy, burning all the way up through his knees and into his thighs. "Damned running... turbolifts are malfunctioning... I'm getting too old for this..." he mumbled to himself as he ran. "What I wouldn't give to have Senesca's legs right now."

Coming to a crossroad in the hallways, he closed his eyes, pictured himself in a schematic and thought about where 27-b should be, and he was off once more. Breathing heavily and physically worn out, he noticed the door for the control room marked in big letters. Trying to stop himself and turn too quickly, he tumbled over. A couple seconds on the floor and he took to his feet again. Opening the door, he looked around for the main control console in the reactor core.

"Who puts system control next to the reactor in such a big ship? Seems stupid," he says out loud to himself. When he spots the console he moves to it. Standing in front of it he inspects it rapidly for a slot for the code cylinder. Still trying to catch his breath, his body shaking from the exertion, he struggles slightly with getting it to fit just right. It does eventually, go in, but now was the process of having the system recognize it and allow the over-ride.

His neurons fire in an accelerated way, thanks to the stims, allowing him to piece together the functions of the system as he goes through them as rapidly as he can. Once he finds the subroutine that should allow it he attempts to activate it only to be greeted by an error that demands he input some sort of credentials. "Mother... piece of..."

He was about to open a comm channel to get the captains authorization, but then he recalled Claymore's backdoor while he was looking over his shoulder. He closes his eyes once more, his brain going into overdrive as he recalls keystrokes and commands the Mandalorian used to call up the backdoor in a test, just to make sure it worked. Opening his eyes once more he went through all those same steps in as precise a manner as he can.

Now, with the elevated privileges, he ran the commands to have the cylinder accepted once more and sighed in relief as the system accepted the change. Passing control to the command bridge, he tapped the communicator and let the Captain know. "Control should now be restored to the bridge. Do your thing, Captain."

With that, his mind eased. He couldn't do anything else and he collapsed to his butt from exhaustion. He wiped away some sweat with his sleeve and rested his head against the panels at the base of the control console.

[Honor]

"We have access, Sir," the woman with dark skin, hair let down and curled. Looking up to the Captain who nodded in return.

"Thank you, Rebel," he said, leaning forward on his unit. Pushing himself up he started calling off names and directions. Every member of the crew acting with professionalism. Every one knew what they all signed up here for. Through their joined effort they shifted the ship, turned it, and used what thrusters they had to blast the ship just enough off it's current trajectory that it wouldn't land inside the city.

"Current trajectory is.. clear," the Captain said. Relief filled his voice, looking out to the remainder of his crew. "Thank you.. everyone. It has been a pleasure and honor serving with all of you," he said. Wiping away a tear as they waited for the inevitable.

Back to Tosath.. he had a moment alone, the alarm claxons continued to sound and the ship quarters where he was at had long since emptied. For a little while there was an odd sense of peace and then...

[Tosath Nazora]

"Thank you, Captain," he says, pulling the comlink away. He didn't actually know the captain's name. His last moments were those of peace before the crash. In them, he knew that he had likely saved more lives with his death than he had in his 50 years alive combined. This was why he hated war. Nobody should be called upon to sacrifice themselves in this way. But reality was crueler than dreams. His father had died for his beliefs and now Tosath was doing the same. Children and parents... he was glad he hadn't had any so that he didn't bring someone into the galaxy that would have to go down that same path. It was nice, thinking of his father's smile in his last moments... and the end came too quickly to ruin it.