Chapter 5: The Rescue - Part 1
POV: Oliver
Night falls over Nevarro like a shroud, the volcanic sky bleeding from orange to deep purple. The facility squats in the distance, its lights a harsh constellation against the darkening landscape. Oliver's hands shake as he checks his blaster for the third time, knowing he'll be useless with it when the shooting starts.
[MP: 70/92]
[HP: 210/210]
[DANGER SENSE: MULTIPLE HOSTILES DETECTED]
"Last chance to back out," Din says, his voice modulated through the helmet's speakers. Even distorted, Oliver can hear the tension underneath.
Oliver looks at the facility, imagines Grogu inside—alone, afraid, subjected to whatever horrors pass for Imperial science. His hands stop shaking.
"I'm already dead in a hundred ways. Might as well pick one that matters."
POV: Din Djarin
The stranger's words hit Din with unexpected force. There's something in Oliver's voice—a quiet resignation mixed with fierce determination—that reminds Din of warriors facing their final battle. Not the bravado of someone trying to convince themselves they're brave, but the calm of someone who's already accepted the cost.
"Stay behind me," Din says. "When I move, you move. When I stop, you stop. When I tell you to run, you run."
"What if you tell me to leave you behind?"
Din's finger pauses on his rifle's safety. The question is asked too casually, with too much understanding of what might be required.
"I won't."
"But if you do?"
Din meets Oliver's gaze through his visor. The man's eyes are steady, determined, already grieving for what they might lose.
"Then you take the kid and you run. You don't look back."
Oliver nods once, sharp and decisive. "Understood."
POV: Oliver
The facility's lower levels are a maze of maintenance tunnels and utility corridors, exactly the kind of forgotten spaces where small creatures make their homes. Oliver reaches out with his enhanced senses, feeling for the network of life that exists in the margins of every civilized place.
[BASIC CREATURE CONTROL ACTIVATED]
[TARGET: SPACE RATS (URBAN SCAVENGERS)]
[MP: 50/92]
The connection establishes smoothly, Oliver's consciousness touching dozens of small minds scattered throughout the building. Through their eyes, he maps the facility's layout—security checkpoints, patrol routes, the sterile chamber where Grogu is being held.
Hungry, Oliver whispers into those alien minds. Cables taste good. Wires are delicious.
The effect is immediate. Throughout the facility, space rats begin gnawing through power conduits with single-minded determination. Lights flicker and die in cascading failures, plunging entire sections into darkness.
Emergency lighting kicks in, bathing the corridors in hellish red. Din moves through the chaos like a shadow, his armor's systems compensating for the low visibility. Oliver follows, trying to match the Mandalorian's silent efficiency and failing spectacularly.
[SENSORY SHARING ACTIVATED]
[TARGET: VOORPAK (INFILTRATION SPECIALIST)]
[MP: 35/92]
Through a voorpak's enhanced senses, Oliver scouts the route ahead. The creature's night vision reveals patrol patterns, guard rotations, the steady flow of stormtroopers trying to restore order to their compromised facility.
They reach Grogu's chamber without encountering resistance. The door stands partially open, light spilling into the darkened corridor. Oliver can hear voices inside—Dr. Pershing's nervous tenor, and beneath it, the soft sounds of a child in distress.
Oliver's heart clenches. Grogu is trying not to cry, the tiny whimpers barely audible but devastating to anyone who's learned to listen for them.
Din signals for Oliver to stay back, then moves to breach the room. But as they round the corner, Dr. Pershing looks up from his work—some kind of blood extraction device attached to Grogu's tiny arm—and his face goes white with shock.
"Dr. Voss? You're supposed to be dead!"
POV: Oliver
The name hits Oliver like a physical blow. For a split second, his borrowed memories threaten to surface—fragments of sterile laboratories, the hum of machinery, faces twisted with pain and fear.
"I'm not—" Oliver starts, but Pershing isn't listening.
"Project Chimera was your design! The biological interface, the neural—"
The words cut off abruptly as Din's stun blast drops the doctor where he stands. Pershing crumples to the floor, his scanner clattering across the sterile tiles.
Oliver stares at the unconscious man, the world tilting around him. Project Chimera. Your design. The words echo in his head, bringing with them flashes of memory that feel like someone else's nightmares.
Voss created this. Whatever's in my head, whatever's making me into a monster—he built it. I'm wearing the face of the man who made me a weapon.
"Move. Now."
Din's voice cuts through Oliver's paralysis. The Mandalorian has already freed Grogu from the medical apparatus, the child clutched protectively against his chest plate. Grogu's eyes find Oliver's, and in them Oliver sees recognition, relief, and something like forgiveness.
Not your fault, those ancient eyes seem to say. You're not him.
Alarms blare throughout the facility, the harsh sound echoing off sterile walls. Emergency blast doors begin sealing automatically, trying to contain the chaos Oliver's creatures have unleashed.
"They know we're here," Din says unnecessarily.
Oliver can hear them coming—the measured tread of stormtrooper boots, the whir of security droids activating, the sharp commands of officers trying to coordinate a response.
Time to be useful.
[BASIC CREATURE CONTROL ACTIVATED - MASS TARGETING]
[TARGETS: ALL FACILITY FAUNA]
[MP: 5/92]
The facility explodes into chaos.
Every rat, every insect, every small predator that has made the building its home responds to Oliver's call. They pour from ventilation shafts and maintenance ducts like a living tide, swarming over security forces with coordinated fury.
A guard captain's pet massiff—a massive, fanged creature bred for loyalty—turns on its handlers with savage efficiency. Avian creatures dive from hidden roosts, their claws seeking exposed flesh and optical sensors. Even the facility's vermin population joins the assault, their small teeth finding gaps in armor plating.
Oliver staggers as the mental effort hits him like a hammer blow. Controlling so many creatures simultaneously pushes his system beyond its limits, feedback pain shooting through his skull like lightning.
[WARNING: CRITICAL MP DEPLETION]
[SYSTEM STABILITY COMPROMISED]
[NEURAL INTERFACE STRAIN: SEVERE]
POV: Din Djarin
Din has seen chaos before. He's fought in the aftermath of planetary bombardments, navigated starship battles where friend and foe were indistinguishable in the dark. But he's never seen anything quite like this.
Oliver stands in the center of a maelstrom of living fury, his eyes glowing with that same blue light Din has come to associate with the impossible. Creatures move around him with purpose and coordination that defies their nature, each attack precisely timed to maximum effect.
A stormtrooper squad rounds the corner, weapons raised. Before they can fire, a swarm of insects engulfs their helmet visors, blinding them completely. They stumble into each other, disoriented and helpless, as larger predators close in for the kill.
"This way!" Din shouts, leading them toward the facility's exit. Grogu clings to his chest plate, wide eyes taking in the violence with disturbing calm.
Oliver follows, but Din can see the cost written in every line of his body. Blood streams from the man's nose, and his movements are becoming increasingly unsteady.
They reach the main corridor that leads to the exit, only to find it blocked by twenty stormtroopers in full battle formation. Heavy weapons, riot shields, the kind of coordinated response that means someone higher up the chain has decided this is serious.
"Surrender the asset and the terrorist!" the squad leader calls out. "You are outnumbered and outgunned!"
Din does quick tactical calculations. Twenty troopers, heavy cover, limited ammunition. Even with his beskar armor, the odds are bad.
Oliver steps forward, swaying on his feet. His face is pale, blood still trickling from his nose, but his expression is determined.
"Get behind me," he says quietly.
"Oliver—"
"Get behind me!"
POV: Oliver
Oliver reaches out one last time, stretching his consciousness beyond the facility's walls to the desert beyond. There—a massive shape grazing in the volcanic scrub, powerful muscles and bone-crushing jaws evolved for survival in the harshest conditions.
[ADVANCED CONTROL ACTIVATED]
[TARGET: BLURRG ALPHA (TERRITORIAL PREDATOR)]
[MP: 0/92]
The connection tears through his mind like fire, but Oliver holds on. Through the creature's simple awareness, he feels its confusion, its irritation at being disturbed, its territorial instinct to defend what it considers its domain.
The walls are in your way, Oliver whispers into that alien consciousness. The white-shells threaten your territory. Charge.
The blurrg responds with prehistoric fury.
The facility's outer wall explodes inward in a shower of plasteel and rockcrete as eight tons of enraged herbivore smashes through the barrier. The creature's massive head swings left and right, seeking threats, its bellow shaking dust from the ceiling.
The stormtrooper formation scatters like leaves before a hurricane. Those who don't move fast enough find themselves trampled under claws the size of vibroswords.
Oliver collapses, his system finally pushed beyond its breaking point. The world grays at the edges as critical warnings scroll across his fading vision.
[CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE]
[MP: 0/92]
[HP: 175/210]
[REGENERATION OFFLINE]
[CONSCIOUSNESS FADING...]
The last thing he sees before darkness takes him is Din scooping him up with one arm while cradling Grogu with the other, running toward the Razor Crest as the facility crumbles behind them.
We did it, Oliver thinks as consciousness fades. We got him out.
And then there's nothing but darkness and the distant sound of a child's grateful coo.
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