Kyvarr was immediately on the comms.  "This is Delta Five.  All security teams on alert.  I want the shuttle hangar on lock down and a second security team down there.  Alpha Nine, take charge down there.  Delta Lead is coming to secure the shuttle.  Increase security on the elevator as well.  All remaining Alphas report to jail block B.  Delta Six and I will join you there."

She looked to "Sir, recommend you check Two's quarters on your way down to the hangar.  She could be injured."


OOC:  Not sure if any members of Alpha Team were still aboard.  If not, assume I use ex-prisoners we've assigned to guard duty.

"Personally I'd leave the elevator lightly guarded or unguarded.  Let him make a break for it.  He'll only trap himself in the prison camp with a bunch of prisoners who don't much like Imperials.  He's still wearing Imperial uniform last I saw him."

"Getting eaten by the locals sounds pretty appropriate to me."

She checked her blaster and her knife before looking to Devon.  "Dead or alive boss?  How messy do you want him either way?"

One of the guard at the op station looks up.  "Security Team Three has spotted the fugitive Level 3, Section 18B.  He's going for the lifts.  They're pursuing."
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Fiarr looks to Mika.  "Ten, cut power to the lifts.  No, wait.  Let him get in one then cut power mid-level.  Trap him in the shaft if you can."

Kyvarr grins at Fiarr's commands.  She grabs the Bothan and drags her out the door then hits a run, heading for the turbolifts on her level.  As she goes she flicks to the guard channel.

"Team two, keep herding him to the lifts.  Let him take one.  All other units, cut off lift access points on your levels.  We'll trap him like a womp rat in a cage."

She changes to the security team who was to join her.  "Team Five, go rescue Delta Two from Cell Block B, then regroup with us ASAP.  We're heading for the turbolifts on the Ops deck."

Devon nods to the other two as he turns and runs for the hanger
"Alive!" he calls over his shoulder as he leaves.
Much as I want to kill this idiot...
Listening in to the chatter on the comms as he ran, Devon found himself wondering just what the hell their escapee was playing at.  After the deal he had offered, why do this?  Did he think the Talons wern't going to accept his offer?  Had it all been an elaborate bluff to attempt to gain their trust?  Was there something else going on?  Something Devon didnt know yet?

Arriving at Kiras quarters, Devon positioned himself against the wall to one side of the door and drew his pistol before opening the door.
Now you're bein' paranoid he told himself.

When no hail of blasterfire greeted him, Devon risked a quick glance round the edge of the door and into the room.
"You have GOT to be frakkin' kiddin' me" he snarled and he strode into the room and over to the bed.  Which he kicked hard whilst yelling
"Get the hell up you useless piece of -   Seeing that the startled woman was awake, Devon turned it down a notch, and snapped:
"Grab your gun an' your comm.  We've had a prisoner escape.  Now get your ass movin' - we're goin' to the hanger.  We'll talk about this later."

Shoving Kira out the door ahead of him, Devon started towards the hanger at a run, herding the still disoriented woman along in front of him.
He triggered his commlink to transmit:
"Four, Five - Two was asleep.  Yeah, you heard me right.  Asleep.  We're headin' to the hanger."

HANGAR BAY
Kira silently but quickly slipped into her jacket and boots.  Her blasters were slipped around her waist and she moved silently where directed.  She didn't know what had happened and why Devon was yelling at her, but she knew she'd let him down.  Fire burned in her.  She would regain his respect, somehow.

The pair reached the hangar to find guards milling about, setting up defences and barricading doors.  No sign of Arcas to be seen.

DECK 3 - Section 18.

Fiarr and Kyvarr moved quickly but surely.  They did not run, but their pace was fast and the kept a firm awareness of their environment.  As they moved they moved, Security Team Five reported in.

"Team Five here.  Delta Two recovered.  He's alive.  Was locked in the room with the Imperial Commander and XO.  But he had them covered and we got him out.  He's heading towards you.  We're leaving one person to guard the cell, the rest of us are regrouping."

As they approached the elevator, another comm call, this time Mika.

"Ten here.  Elevator powered down.  He's caught between levels two and three."



OOC: Devon and Kira have reached the shuttle and all looks fine.  Dyre has been rescued and his moving to regroup with Fiarr and Kyvarr.  Arcas is apparently trapped in an elevator between levels 2 and 3.  Kyvarr/Fiarr can reach the elevator in less than two minutes.

Dyre’s call caught Dohr totally unawares in the middle of his beauty sleep. Having crashed for maybe two hours after a very long and exhausting day, the Doc really needed the sleep to clear his head and return his strength. But apparently the imperial officer they thought was helping them out had other plans.

"All units, this is Delta Three.  Imperial escapee Lieutenant Arcas spotted in jail block B.  He's just shot a guard.  He's not breathing.  Security and medical emergency team to jail block B."

”Huh? What?”

It took the Doc a minute or so to sort out where he was and what was going on. He sat on the side of his bunk listening to the calls on the Talon channel. By the looks of it the Lieutenant wasn’t heading to the Medbay, so Mark and the others were safe for now. Nevertheless, while he dressed, Dohr called doctor Lin-Wan to make she was aware of what was goign on.

”Make sure you have armed guards present and on alert until stand down is called. I will head over to the prison block B to check out the situation there.”

In the rush, Dohr was already heading out through the door when he thought of something. If one prisoner was able to get out, maybe others would too. Although he already was carrying a blaster pistol, Dohr turned around to pick up his trusty N’Gant carbine. Better be safe than sorry.

”Delta Lead, this is Epsi…” The Kel Dorian realised most of the team on board didn’t know who was who in the Epsilon Team, which didn’t actually exist anymore after they’d left the camp behind. ”This is Delta Eight. I am heading to prison block B to check out the shot guard and to make sure the situation is otherwise under control.”

Kyvarr clicks on her comm.  "Seven, Five.  You might want to switch to the guards Tac Channel.  Got someone claiming to be our fugitive on there wanting to talk to the Admiral!"

She didn't slow down as she continues to move for the elevators.  As she went she flicked over to an alternate guard channel.  "All teams this is Five.  Get eyes on the elevator.  Pry the doors open and keep blasters on him.  Don't want him slipping out a hatch or something."
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Arriving in the hanger, Devon glanced hurridly around to take in the sitatuon - clearly Arcas wasnt here, and security was tightening around the shuttle even as he watched.
He glanced at Kira and pointed to the shuttle.
"No-one gets on that without my say so." he told her, empathically.  "No-one.  Not till we've caught our runner."

What next?  what next?
Arcas would know they were coming for him - whatever the hell he was trying to do, he didnt have long to do it.  Were their comms secure?  Arcas had got the drop on at least one of the Talons, after all.  Devon hurriedly worked his way through the Talons individual frequencies, confirming everyone was unharmed, and hadnt had their commlink taken.

Hearing the chatter over the commlink as Fiarr and Kyvarr closed the net around their fugitive, Devon turned to face the lift doors and called to the people in the hanger with him
"He's in the lifts - they're gonna cut the power."
Devon drew his blaster and waited, if Mika failed to cut the power in time, there was every chance that Arcas would arrive here, hoping to reach the shuttle...




Devon grinned a predatory grin.
Gotcha Then he sobered up.  he'd evaded pursuit himself before now with a decoy elevator to lead the chasers away whilst he took a different route... until they actual had the man in sight, they couldn't be certain he was in the elevator at all.  Kyvarr was one step ahead of him though.  He could trust her and Fiarr to close the noose quickly.

Then the first half of her message sank in.
"He wants to talk to the Admiral?"  Devon muttered "how the hell does he even know abou - wait a minute..."
It suddenly occurred to Devon that no-one had referred to him by name, or even by code-name in Arcas' presence.  But the man had heard Kyvarr referred to as Five and Fiarr as Six... Fiarr had introduced Devon merely as 'the leader'.  Presumably then, Arcas thought Devons code name was One, and thats who he was asking for - not the Admiral...

Devon nodded to himselff and licked his lips.
"Five, Seven - I'm patching in now.  I'll talk, you two close the trap.  I want you an' Six listening in - gimmie any updates or thoughts on my private channel.  I'll hear you, he wont."
Devon took a deep breath as he switched over the Tac channel, and kept his voice as level as he could.
"This is Delta lead - identify yourself."

"Yes sir!"

She looks to Fiarr.  "You got any non-lethal ordanance?  Stun, gas, concussion?  We drop a grenade or two in the elevator and we can end this quickly."
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Fiarr snorts out loud, unable to suppress it.  "Non-lethal?  Me?  Have you forgotten who you're talking to?  Non-lethal isn't really my thing.  You should have brought Two with you.  She probably likes non-lethal.  Bounties tend to pay more for alive."

Kyvarr chuckled.  "Guess I should know you better.  Then again, who am I to talk?  Tanks and walkers are hardly known for their stun settings either."

"I know wetwork is your thing, but if Seven orders an assault I say we flip for it.  I'd love to get up close and personal with this murderous bastard."
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The comm clicked on.

"This is private citizen Arcas Endeel. Listen. You have a traitor among your ranks. The man in charge of security, the one who took the datapad and my code cylinder. He is an Imperial intelligence operative. I recognized him from my time in the Academy."

One could hear Arcas drawing breath and continuing: "I suppose his plan was to order the guard to transfer me to the room with the other officers. They would execute me as a traitor and he would blame it on the guard."

"In the scuffle I managed to escape. He shot the guard because I managed to get him to expose himself."

A pause. "Despite these misgivings my offer to get you out still stands. So this is my suggestion: Disarm and detain your chief of security while we are in this system. If he is loyal to you, he will understand."

"I'd appreciate it if you can resolve the situation before you come to reclaim me. I'd rather stay in this elevator for the moment; No-one here is going to kill me for extremely poor reasons."

"Oh, and the guard here has a broken nose, but is otherwise fine."

Kyvarr snorts as she walks with Fiarr.  "You listening to this shit?  Now he's accusing me of being a traitor?  Though he said he, not she.  What the hell is wrong with this guy?  Sound like's he's trying to distract us while he escapes.  We should take this guy down.  Hard."

Fiarr doesn't respond to Kyvarr's statemement.  The Cathar tended to think in black and white terms.  Fiarr was definitely one for the grey.  While she didn't accept Arcas's claims out of hand.  It could easily be a misdirect, she would likely do the same.  Still it could have some truth to it.

She switched her comm to the private frequency.

Quick OOC Update so everyone knows where everyone is at (of course your character may not know all of this):

Devon/Kira - In Hangar (Level 1) with four guards and Alpha Nine
Fiarr/Kyvarr - Turbolifts (Level 3) with two guards
Heigren - In his quarters
Dohr - Outside cell where Imperial CO/XO being held (1 guard and murdered guard there)
Dyre - Medical bay (Level 4)
Zyra/Mika - Operations (Level 5)

Sivren and most of his team have returned to the walker in the prison camp.

Devon had been pacing back and forth as he listened to the comms chatter - burning off nervous energy as he tried to keep track of what everyone was doing.  He stopped dead as he listened to Arcas' accusation.
Hell.
Any fast way to check what Arcas was saying?  None that he could see.  Even just a few weeks ago, he would have automatically ignored what Arcas said as lies told by a desperate man looking to distract his pursuers.  These days, Devon was too paranoid to just let it go...

First things first - keep Arcas talking.  Speaking on the com channel the escaped Imperial was using, he said:  "Put your hostage on the line.  I promise nothin' till I speak to them."

Then he flipped over to the channel he was sharing with Kyvarr and Fiarr.

Looking around the hanger, Devon hurriedly beckoned Kira over.  He'd had an idea.  He flipped his comm to receive-only for a few moments, and beckoned Kira to do the same.  This next bit definitly WASN'T to go out on comms.  Even with his commlink set to not transmit, Devon still pitched his voice low enough that Kira had to lean in close to hear him.
"You were asleep when I found you - you should have been on guard.  Why?"
The woman gave him a bewildered look, still unsure why Devon was so angry with her:
"Dyre said the docs had pumped him so full of stims he couldnt sleep - offered to swap with me."


Devon rocked backwards, almost as surprised as if Kira had slapped him across the face.
It fit.  It worked.  If you assumed Dyre was a traitor, everything else started to fall into place.... but was it a coincidence?  What treatment HAD Dyre been given?

He got back on his commlink, selecting another private channel.




OOC:  Kiras response to Devons question provided by the GM in private message :)   Obviously most of you wouldnt have heard it, because Devon didnt put it on comms, but I included it here to make my post more interesting  ;) 

Kyvarr turned to her team.  "We have a go.  I want cover set up and everyone behind it.  Weapons to stun.  If he so much as twitches fire away."

As soon as cover is set and people are behind it, Kyvarr comms Mika.  "Ten, Five.  Power up the lift and bring him up to level 3.  Cut power again on my mark."

She took position in the centre.  Her customised blaster was really designed for power, but it still had it's stun setting.  She'd let the elevator come up and the doors open before she cut power again.

Over the guard's channel the unmistakable sound of somebody spitting a huge glob of something is heard, followed by "Fuck you Imp."  The tone is very flat and nasally.  Clearly Arcas wasn't kidding about the guard's broken nose or the fact he was alive.  He then adds.  "Watch it, he's got my blaster."


Before more can be said, the elevator powers up and begins to rise.  It reaches the third floor, doors open, then the power goes out again.

Arcas can see a makeshift barricade about a metre before him with four people behind it pointing blasters in his direction.

Kyvarr and co can see a man in an Imperial officer's uniform standing in the elevator.  He has a blaster pistol in one hand.  On the floor a guard lays bound, blood and mucus pouring from his nose.  He is periodically spitting on the floor, showing he is conscious.
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Fiarr stood ready, her blaster aimed.  She had not followed Kyvarr's instructions about weapons and her blaster remained on kill.  Devon has said Arcas was to be taken 'alive' not 'unharmed'.  She knew that a blasted kneecap did wonders to elicit compliance.  She'd let the others do the stunning.

Kyvarr wasted no time.  "Weapon on the ground NOW!" she roared at Arcas.  Her years as a Sergeant had given her plenty of experience in volume and projection of voice, especially around tanks and walkers.

"Take two steps forward, get on your knees and hands behind your back.  You have five seconds. . .four. . .three. . ."

Arcas grimaced. Well, the situation was out of his hands now. If the fools got him killed now, at least they would probably regret it soon enough. He dropped the blaster, holding his hands far apart and took two steps forward. Then, slowly and methodically he got on his knees and folded his arms behind his back.

For a moment Arcas considered making a snide remark, but he found his anger draining away, replaced by existential apathy. He had done everything he can. So he just exhaled, allowed the guards to take him wherever, half-expecting someone to accidentally or 'accidentally' dislocating a joint or a blaster bolt to bring an end to this.

Kyvarr moved forward and quickly cuffed Arcas's hands.  "Check on him." she said, gesturing to the injured guard.

She clicked her comm.  "Seven, Five.  Prisoner secured.  What are your orders?"

"Bring him down to the hanger."  came the quiet answer  "I wanna word with him, face to face.  Four - you report to the hanger too.

Everyone else - get started on the evac plan.  We're leaving."
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