Turwaithion nodded and stood shakily, turning to stand facing the back wall of his cell. Cursing, he kicked the wall savagely, turning to see an Elf, wearing the silver star of the FŽanorian soldiers, meant to change the Death Watch guard, decapitate his former compatriot and deactivate the force fields. "We must go", he said, throwing the King the dead guard's rifle and Adenn his sidearms. "We have little time, your wife and daughter will rendez-vous with us at the escape pods. I will take you to the Armoury."
Turwaithion nodded, and bolted after the guard, rifle at the ready. Turning a corner, he raised his rifle to stare down the corrider, spotting a Feanorian patrol who promptly nodded to them and joined the party of escapees. Turwaithion nodded to them as he opened the turbolift and punched the controls for the gun deck, where as the Feanorians instructed, the Armoury was situated.
Stepping out, Turwaithion cursed as a pair of Deathwatchmen rounded the corner to stare at the Elves in blatant disbelief, before opening fire on them. On e of the Deathwatchmen paused, and an alarm klaxon began to blare and the ship's computer declared a prisoner escape as both Deathwatchmen were cut down by Elvish blasterfire.
"Adenn!" Turwaithion barked. "Take point!"