"I just told you, there are no women in any of my units-" Kast had begun to say before the padawan sprinted away. Wherever she was going, her voice implied that it was urgent. Kast gave a short sigh and shrugged, and turned to the two prisoners he had secured. Both half naked, thoroughly injured women- one was stabbed with a lightsaber. Both women were unarmed, though one of the women had found herself a set of armor, in the mandalorian style minus the helmet- but made of lesser materials than beskar, Kast's eyes sharpened underneath the black visor of his helmet. The woman was obviously not a mandalorian, the reasons she wore the armor could be numerous, not many of them positive. Keeping that in mind, Kast decided he was better off [i]not[/i] providing arms to these unknown women nor did he feel comfortable showing either of them his back- as injured or not, neither of them had the look of a helpless dame about them.

As Kast began to lead them back up to the surface, he felt an explosion rock the building. Kast frowned beneath his mask. Saying nothing to the women, he merely increased his pace, returning to the main floor shortly after. He heard a few blaster shots, as well as some fire. The building was for the most part secure, but the troopers were still securing the building. On the main floor, Kast turned around and surveyed the area, outside he could see a dropship. A couple of his Assault Team troopers quickly jogged by him. Kast stopped one, grabbing the trooper's shoulder and forcing him to stay where he was. 

"Where are you going, trooper?" Kast asked in a withering voice.

"We were told to retreat." The trooper replied, "Sir." the soldier added, with a small gulp.

"On whose orders?" Kast continued, his armored gauntlet still tight around the trooper's armor. The trooper glanced at the exposed weapon muzzle strapped to the forearm plate of the Mandalorian. 

"Jedi Sentinel Arius' orders, sir. An enemy cruiser has appeared in orbit and is decimating our fleet." 

Kast stood there in silence for a moment. Jedi. They always got in the way. Kast had thus far gotten lucky with the Jedi he was lumped with, Rorwoorr and Lucina, but the other Jedi loved to get in his way. Convinced of their own superiority, they regularly gave out commands to Republic troopers, and expected them to be followed to the letter. Normally, Kast wouldn't care, but when some unknown Jedi marched onto the battlefield and started barking orders to [i]his[/i] troops, and the ones directly under [i]his[/i] command, Kast got angry. Kast finally released the trooper, shoving him away roughly. The trooper recoiled slightly, and his comrade glanced between him and the Mandalorian with an obvious degree of discomfort. Neither of them wanted to be on Kast's bad side. Walking up to the trooper he had just released, Kast stared the man down through his visor, a good amount taller than the trooper. 

"Next time," Kast said in a low tone, "You wait on [i]my[/i] orders. Understand?"

"Y-Yes sir!" The trooper replied nervously. Turning his head sharply to the left, the trooper began to call out "L-Look out sir!"

Out from behind an alcove in the wall, one of the few remaining sith mercenaries leaped out and charged Kast, as his tone of voice identified him as a person of power among the troopers. The mercenary held a two handed-vibrosword high above his head, and charged at the Mandalorian, thoroughly intending on cutting him in half vertically, but was instead met by a cone of fire enveloping his body. The mercenary screamed in pain and dropped his sword as he held his hands out, trying to block the flow of flames that sprayed from Kast's wrist mount in rather copious amounts. The man fell to the ground screaming as he writhed in pain, however Kast, instead of ceasing his attack, elected to follow the body to the ground and continued to spray fire on the screaming, writhing body until it fully stopped moving. As the flames ceased pouring from his gauntlet, Kast brought his arm back and made a sharp, pumping motion with his fist, his forearm held vertical. A steaming cartridge ejected from a slot in Kast's wrist mount, and he casually inserted another.

Looking back at the troopers, who took a step back, he spoke to them. "Go. Take these two with you," Kast growled, referring to the two women behind him. The troopers gestured for the two women to follow them, and ran off, leaving Kast alone in the Sith fortress. 

The presence of all these Jedi had Kast in a foul mood. Lucina he could tolerate, and Rorwoorr rarely spoke to him much- since Kast didn't speak his language- and was therefore also tolerable. But the rest of them, they were drawn to the Task Force in droves, all of them eager to find themselves a Sith lord to kill. Hypocritical bastards most of them were, in Kast's eyes. He wondered how things would have been if it was the Sith who had found him and procured his services first. The Jedi probably would have been just as satisfying to hunt as the Sith- and likely a lot easier to kill too, what with their overzealous sense of chivalry and code. Kast quickly dashed the thoughts from his mind. He didn't know if any of the Jedi in the area could read minds, and he wasn't keen on finding out. Faintly noticing the smell of melted metal and flesh, Kast turned on his heel and continue deeper into the fortress. The explosion implied something bad had happened, and he was probably going to have to pull Rorwoor and his overzealous padawan out of trouble. Again.