Corusant: Streets
The man was stressed, weak, and probably going to die on this miserable planet. His armor had been stripped from him in the heat of battle. Even his favoured blaster had been stolen in the last couple of days. However, the man would be damned if he at least didn't kill the Hut'uun that stole it before he passed into the void. The current situation he was in got in the way of things. Being trapped under tons of debris was just about as miserable as one could be. "What a fine load of Osik I've gotten myself into," The warrior said to himself. It suddenly occured to him that he wasn't going to get his blaster back if he died here. With brute force in mind, the man started to push up on the debris holding him down. As he did, it began to move.
Going from face down in the deris, to on all fours, then kneeling, and finally standing, the warrior lifted his burden. With a sigh of relief, he rolled the remaining metal and rock off of him. Looking around, he was immeadiately surpised. In front of him was two Corusant street rats, and what appeared to be a child. It seemed that in lifting the debris off himself, he had freed the child from her own prison. Strange. It occured to the man that all other functions but his heart and muscles had shut down for the single purpose of surviving. Looking at the girl, and at the two people, he blinked, considering the options.
If they found out he was a Mandalorian, they would probably kill him. On the other hand, they might be grateful from his freeing of the girl. Comabt was out of the question. He might be able to take down the Zeltron before she shot him, but the other was likely to stab him with his vibroblade. So, all things considered, it seemed best to try to compromise. "Ugh...," Was the only thing that came from his mouth. Reaching to his neck, the Mandalorian found that his throat was quite a mess, and scabbed over heavily. Unable to speak, he shrugged at the other two.