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Cragin had sent Rubis to the left, hopefully it wouldn't be long before he found Brak and the rest of the squad. While Cragin, well he was just looking to kill guards. Though he needed to recover technology. It would be vital for his planets. Cragin would see several guards making their way up the hallway. Batons at the ready he would meet the first with a quick to the face, so sudden it was like a snake strike. The man would be stunned dropping his baton and falling back into his fellow guards, who would just manage to keep him from falling to the floor. Cragin would lower his leg, checking his stance before charging forth, he would take one step off the fallen man's chest, then his head, and then the shoulder of the guard holding him up. He would hurtle through the air landing in a skid on the other side of the group of guards that would struggle in confusion.

One would turn to be struck in the chest with the bloodied sword, another would raise his baton and lose his wielding hand before he had the chance to strike, then be cleaved at the shoulder by a powerful slanted chop. The third and forth would charge forward, recovered from his leap. He would run at a slant up the wall. The Saiyan guards following him and raising their batons not quite turning he would leap off burying his sword to the hilt in the neck of the guard closest to him. Using the dead weight as leverage to leap off the wall, pulling the guard down as he swept forth kicking the living guard in the lower back. The man would crash to the ground unconscious and Cragin would clamor to the ground, the body falling just beside him. He would rise kicking it onto it's stomach completely and pull his sword from the man's neck. Walking forth to the site of a small pool of blood around the unconscious man. He must have landed on his head. Cragin would give a very swift and precise stab to the lower spine of the man with a flick of his wrist, flicking blood off the blade of his sword. He would begin a slow trot down the hall.

At another right turn he would see a long hall of cells. Screams of "Help!" And "Get us out of here!" Would sound as inmates struggled against the bars. Cragin would circle back grabbing the guards two at a time and pulling them to the cells. He would try their hands one at a time testing the hand signature required until finally one would fit, he would use the hand and a small panel would become apparent. He would stand a moment in thought before hitting a small button. Soundlessly the cells would open and men would rush out stopping dead in their tracks at the sound of his cold, savage, quiet voice, echoing through the corridor.

"You'll all be silent and composed. You'll all be thankful for a rescue and do as I tell you, when I tell you to make your way to the main hall." The men would stir a moment before finally. They would form a line, maybe thirty of them in total and Cragin would travel up that line and quietly the men would begin to surge forward in unison.