Apparently he wasn't the only person who was a smidge fedup with the arrogant Chiss, since there were blaster bolts now coming from Cara's direction. However, the entire situation went to some hell in a Jedi's handbasket. Isis basically appeared out of nowhere, and took Mal's shot in the side, and the gods only knew how many shots from Cara. Fething hells! Isis you idiot! Suffice to say, no more shots were fired from Mal's side of the room. Then the big gun opened up, but Nill wasn't shooting at Seth. Mal dropped to the ground, and neglected to note where, exactly the droid had been firing. When the sound was cleared the situation was, quite simply, a shambles. Isis was deal with the shot that Mal had fired, and he was VERY thankful it wasn't from his own gun or she would likely be dead. Driggs had been caught up in the firestorm that Nill had fired. Glancing up, there was no trace of Alec or Nill, and Mal wasn't quite certain where Seth had gone. Damned Chiss! If I ever see him again he is dead. Period. Then something funny started tickling the back of Mal's mind. Glancing at Cara, it had something to do with her but for the life of him Judder simply couldn't figure it out. Since he was unable to figure out what his intuition was telling him, the Imperial deicded the shelve it for the momnet. Deciding that Driggs could handle Cara, Mal headed over to Isis. Not really thinking, Mal tore his helmet off and looked at the wound. "Where does it hurt Isis? What way?" All he could do was hope she wasn't in shock. Catching himself before dropping the helmet, Judder attatched it to his belt and then broke out the medkit for the second time in far too short a period of time. Figuring the Jedi would be able to heal herself, he gave her a shot of adrenaline to fight off shock until he got a bit more feedback. Still he was ready with a bacta patch should it be needed. Somewhere in the back of his mind the Trooper worried about Seth jumping out of somewhere to shoot him, but... despite everything that didn't seem like quite the way they were destined to face each other.
Everything had gone...perfect. The word crossed Seth's mind and it was unfamiliar because Chiss rarely used the word perfect, very rarely. In operations, there was always one aspect that could have gone better than it had. This was the rare situation in which an anomaly, Jedi Isis, actually helped the success of his objective. She would now be out of service for a while along with Driggs Norghar. The Jedi's movement had taken him by surprise, but Nill had acted exactly how he had programmed him too and now the droid was gone. Blaster still in hand, Seth smiled down at the carcass of Isis before turning off to a tunnel that would inevitably lead him towards the center of the Killik nest. It was a shame that Nephrite was dead, however, because he had already started to work Nephrite into future plans, leading to the fall of the entire team. Yet, this end had still come and was made all the more sweeter since Seth had fooled them all and crippled them at the same time. His day was getting better. He would, however, have to be constantly on the defensive now for Judder would be gunning for him now, literally and more aggressively. Nill should have been able to take him out, but Seth could work with the shortcomings. Norghar would be dead within a few hours, either by the Chiss' hands or no. Ta'Manis would have to be killed and he would personally have to put Jedi Isis down. It seemed that the surviving members were still threats, however minor or major, and he would have to face them again. Not to mention that Seth now had to deal with the danger of the Killiks by himself. The one thing the team could agree on was that they were better together than apart, but he would survive. Seth had warned Judder that Ta'Manis would only burden him and now he had to help three bodies. He would conquer this with the same brutal force he had conquered every other obstacle in his career, but the coldest of minds on Csilla could not ignore the feeling that isolation on Shadow had grown larger. Judder's fury. Shadow's mysteries. Neither would stand in the way of Borus' glory.
Having a Jedi suddenly kiss you is most definitely not on the top ten list of things an Imperial expects to happen. Proably not even in the top hundred. Finding himself in said position, Mal was completely unsure how to respond. Then the weakness hit, but he couldn't be sure what was going on. As Isis grew stronger it became very quickly apparent what she was doing. She's going to kill me. Oddly it didn't bother him so much, as he had been the one to nearly kill her. When she finally broke away, Judder found himself falling to his hands and knees fighting blacking out. Somewhere he found a reserve of strength and drew on it. Gasping for breath he looked up at her. She seemed vastly recovered, but at what price? That would remain to be seen.
Air. Breathing still came in a very labored fashion, despite the fact that he had raised his head to look at Isis. Part of that was to open his throat more so that he could actually catch his breath. When the Jedi broke their gaze down went his head, for the true amount of his weakness finally struck him. A brief fit of coughing claimed his attention, and as such he didn't even notice Isis approach until she laid a hand on him. Then she undid at least part of what had allowed herself to heal. During that she helped the Trooper to his feet. Mal was entirely unsure what to do or say. Nor even what to feel, when it came to that. He could not say thank you, because he was unsure what to thank her for. He had nearly killed her, and she had nearly killed him. As a result they now no longer had any clue where Seth was. At leas the two of them were equal, no favors owed. Isis inquired as to how he was. "Drained. Very drained." Mal had to wonder how, exactly, he had remained so completely unscathed during the mess that had occured around the "team". "I think we need to take some rations. Otherwise we'll never stand a chance of making it out of this." He glanced at her again for a very brief moment. Intense. Mingling of life force... Numb was the best way to describe Judders feelings at that moment. "We should also check on Driggs." Moving quickly towards the Drall, Mal glanced up at the holes where the ceiling team had been. Shame about Alec. Then he forced it from his mind. Dwelling on those lost would only result in more ending up with the same fate. Approaching Norghar, "Are you alright Driggs?" Cara was at the forefront of his mind, with Seth completely beyond his reach for the moment. What had happened to her? What had been that feeling of... difference he had felt? What had he felt in the first place? Questions that were likely to remain completely unanswered for the foreseeable future.
Kneeling he listened to the drall, and actually paled slightly at his initial comment. It was meant as a joke, to some degree, but it still hit home way too hard. "Hopefully not too much," was all he could whisper. The more Driggs spoke, the worse he sounded and Mal actually winced when some of the wounds became apparent. How the feth did this happen? Yet another question that would remain unanswered, as Mal was not going to ask. Following the belabored instructions Norghar gave Mal pulled out the required bits of equipment and looked over the wounds again. The neck was indeed the most extreme and requiring of attention so he set about tending to it first. "I suggest we take a refresh break after this. Food, some water. Hopefully catch our breaths. Otherwise we're even more screwed." Glaring at his wavering hand, Mal forced it to steady as he applied the bacta gel to the furry beings neck wound. "Maybe even get you some of that tea, bit of a boost." Accidnetly he bumped the wound, and knew that it was going to hurt. A lot. Been there far too many times in my life. Applying some synthskin, followed by the pressure bandage Mal then started looking over the other wounds and applying the varied healing agents to them. Sweat had kept dripping into his eyes while doing this, and his sight was rather blurry by the end. She took more than I realized. Need a break. Stuffing things back into the Dralls pack, Mal moved to the wall and practically fell down against it. Pulling out his cantina, Judder swallowed some of the nasty concoction that resided therein, and pulled out a ration bar. The Imperial was rather loath to use any of the amphetimines that were available until it was absolutely necessary. Especially since there was a bit of peace for the moment. All of this and we've been here less than two hours. We're in for a very long day. Looking up at the holes in the ceiling again, Mal contemplated being sucked into one of those and compressed into some gooey type of paste. "Hell of a way to go," mumbled almost inaudibly. Nodding his head in respect to the now departed Mando, Mal pushed them from his mind for what was hopefully the last time. Turning back to the two Jedi, "You two still willing to follow my lead?" If they weren't he'd just do his own thing. Seth did need stalking, but he sincerely hoped they had read his dossier and knew how qualified he was for this. It had only been his life for over a decade after all.