*2 days later  0100 hours*

Location: Outside the Slaver Compound


Two days had passed in tense preperation, recon and equipemtn gathering.  The Doctor's passcard had been dutifuly copied by Nirro and now both the Commander and Jamie had a copy.  All team members had been outfitted with night vision goggles and were all prepped and ready.

The doctor's information had also revealed there was no external cameras, but a simple proximity sensor net which detected large movement within a meter of the fence.  Armed with this knowledge Nirro was confident he could disable one of the sensors to create a 'dead zone' approximately 2 metres wide; ample room to scale the wall at the back.

There was minimal lighting inside the complex.  The doctor had informed the group this was deliberate.  As the Trandoshans could see fairly well in the dark it reduced the likelihood of problems if any slaves escaped.  They had also learned from the doctor that only one Trandoshan patrolled at night.  Three others would be on duty; one each in the security station, prison and communication centre.

Stealth would be essential.  The task would be difficult.

Mark looked around nervously.  He preferred a starfighter cockpit to this sneaking around on foot.  He bagin fingering his carbine again, checked himself and slipped it back under his longcoat.

"This is where we split up people.  Jamie, you take Nirro and one Cyril.  You know your objective.  Get around the back, have Nirro disable one fo the sensors and then get over the wall and take the command and comms centre.  Be as quiet and quick as you can.  Once you are in or discovered, signal us and we will move in.  Devon, Allen and I will use the doctor's card on the front door and take out the security station."

"Jamie you are Team 1.  C&C is your goal.  Also try to link up with the doctor if you can.  But taking out communications is the promary objective.  I will lead team 2.  Our goal is the security centre and any roving guards.  Xil you will be our sniper.  Take up position and be ready to lend fire support where and when required."

"Once we secure the facility Cyril will make contact with the doctor and the slaves and prepare them for transport.  Allen, Devon and I will head to the hanger to determine what we can take.  Jamie will prepare his explosives while Nirro slices what information he can."

"From now on use numbers only.  No names.  It is unlikely they will break our encryption but we need to be careful."

"Any questions?  If not, to your stations and may the Force be with us."

Now I can put all 3 teams in seperate threads or keep it all here.  Seperate thread is less confusing but it means you don't get to see what the others are up to (OOC at least).  I'll leave it in one thread unless I hear an overwhelming majority request seperate groups.

Nirro nods to the Commander and prepares to follow Jaime to their first objective.

Allen steps up behind the commander, comforted by the nice weight of the blaster rifle in his backpack and his pistol on his hip.

"Yes Sir," Jamie said, hefting his gear.    He patted himself down systematically, a last check to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything.  His hands stopped most dramatically at his pistol, which he then set to stun.
"Good hunting, fellows, and may we all return in one healthy piece!  Nirro, Cyril, let's head out.  Set your weapons to stun, please; I'd rather not end any lives today."
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Allen reluctantly but dutifully pulled out his pistol, then set it to stun.
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Nirro sets his weapon to stun and follows his team leader.

At the commander's order Xil merely nods and moves off to enter the building.  Once inside he heads to the roof and begins setting up his rifle for the task ahead.  He also ties his rope to a suitable spot should he need to make a fast escape.

Once it is all set up he checks his rifle and his scope.  Whilst he preferred thermo it might be difficult to sort friend from foe so he made sure his low-light worked as well.

Determined not to be seen Jamie's group gives the base a wide berth as they make their way to the rear side of the complex.  All is quiet as they approach the walls.  The area is dark.  No light source is close enough to shine on this area of the fence which was both a benefit and hinderance to the team.  No noises could be heard within the facility at this time.

It all seemed too easy.  There was still the proximity sensors to deal with.

Trailing along behind Allen, Devon clicked his blaster pistol over to stun; but left the carbine (swinging from its shoulder strap) on its more lethal setting - hopefully he wouldn't have to use it.  But it was nice to know it was there and ready, all the same...

Mark listened to Jamie's order for the stun setting but made no comment.  If that's how Jamie wanted to run his team that was fine.  He planned to take no such precautions himself however.  Whilst his blaster pistol in its holster was set to stun, he made sure his carbine was set to kill.   If trouble started he was not messing around.  He'd use his pistol for close in work.  If trouble started he'd use his carbine.

He waited as patiently as he could for Jamie's team to signal they were in.
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Nirro was nervous as he approached the fence but he had full confidence in his ability to mess around with computer systems. It was what he did after all. Growing up he had plenty of practice in jamming stuff and breaking into places, but it all had been for kicks. Now he was playing for keeps. Once they got back around to the back of the base, Nirro kneeled in the shadows and whispered to his teamates.


While speaking to his teamates his face shows nothing of his earlier nervousness. He is now fully in his element and concentrating on the Mission.

Cyril remained silent as he'd followed Jamie and Nirro.  He knew his part in this wouldn't come until after they got inside.  He followed along saying nothing and remained behind his two team mates as they moved around the back.

Jamie passed one grappling spike launcher and one cable dispenser reload each to Nirro and Cyril.
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Nirro pulled out his security kit and took out the jammer. He switched it on and fiddled with the controls a little bit to get it to the right frequency. Once the jammer knocked out the sensors he would signal to Jaime and then get to the fence using the the grappling strike launcher to go over the fence as quickle as  he was able.

Nirro moves in and quickly sets to work on the sensors.  It takes very little time for him to give Jamie a thumbs-up and Cyril and Jamie run forward.  Three ascension guns fire in unison.

The launchers fire flawlessly and jam into the wall less than a metre from the top of the wall.  Allowing the launchers to pull them up to the top, the trio then grabbed on to the ledge and attempted to pull themslves over.  Whilst a seemingly easy task when looking from the ground, when dangling 10 metres off the ground the distance looked more formidable, especially in the dark.

Cyril manages the feat flawlessly, swinging up onto the wall.   Jamie is less elegant as one hand slips and he nearly falls.  Sheer strength plus a helping hand from Cyril has the demolitions expert up on the wall.  Nirro's foot slips on an uneven section of wall and the slicer falls to the ground with a thump.

Shaken but not seriously injured, Nirro quickly shook himself off and checked his gear.  Finding nothing broken he crept over and fired again.  This time, with the aid of his comrades, he made it over without incident.  Hearing nothing from inside that might suggest a patrol coming, Nirro turned off the jammer and the trio carefully lowered themselves into the compound.

They found themselves at the north end of the compound, a building right before them.  According the layout the doctor gave them, this was the communications and control building.  The door in was on the south side which meant the group would have to move into the open to get to it.  To the west they could see the barracks.  To the east and slightly south the lights of the hanger were visible.

So far there were no guards to be seen.
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"I love these guns.  They do almost all the work for you," Jamie whispered as he lowered himself to the ground.  He immediately drew his pistol and took a good look at the compound.
Nirro, you keep an eye on the barracks and let us know if anything happens over there.  Cyril, you keep an eye on the walls.  I'll watch for patrols.  Keep close to physical cover, and remember Trandoshans can see in the dark.  Our first objective is to get inside this building here.  If we encounter a fight, Nirro, I want you to immediately alert the others.  Let's go.
Jamie moves slowly and quietly toward the back side of the building, watching for patrols.  Once against the back of the comm building, he would edge around toward the front.

Nirro heads to the back of the building and takes advantage of the cover that the shadows provided to keep as much out of sight as possible. He keeps an eye on the door to the barracks to see if he see anything come out of it.

Jamie's Team

The trio moves slowly around the edge of the wall.  Moving around to the door of C&C leaves them with their back to the landing pad and security station.  Whilst there were no guards currently visible it left them horrible exposed.  With a quick gesture from Jamie, Nirro attempted the Doctor's swipe card on the door but it did not work.  Nonplussed, Nirro pulled out his security kit and began working on the door.

Jamie and Cyril kneeled down beside him, watching for any sign of trouble.

After a minute or two of hotwiring the door suddenly left out a mildly audible beep and turned green.  The trio jumped as the silence of the night made the noise sound like a siren to them.

"Nice work," Jamie whispered, adjusting his nightvision goggles and giving the room a once-over before stepping inside, blaster raised and ready for action.
Anyone home?

Niroo packs up his security kit and heads inside the comm building. He will move as quickly as he can to find a security terminal. Once there he will check the logs to see if there is anything to indicate they have been detected.

As the door opens Jamie blinks momentarily to the bright lights inside.  He blinks away the brighteness and he beholds the situation before him.  There are two Trandoshans in the room.  One was madly typing into a computer with more energy than someone should at this time of the morning.  The second one had clearly just stood up in a hurry and was pulling a blaster pistol from a hip holster.  Clearly they'd worked out something was wrong only moments before the group entered.



OOC:  Despite the trandoshans somehow being alerted to your presence you guys get the suprise round.  However as Jamie is in the doorway he is the only one able to act.  Nirro is still in the act of packing up his security.  Cyril is outside with pistol in hand.

We're down to combat now.  Please get me posts asap and please remember the more info you give me the more rounds of combat I can round.

As soon as Nirro is aware of the Trandoshans, he will drop to one Knee and pull his blaster even if  he has not finished packing up the Kit. He will ready an action to shoot into the room the moment Jaime Moves to the side or falls. If he can see both Trandoshans from where he is he will opt to fire at the one typing if possible.
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Jamie pulls the nightvision goggles off his face to prevent prolonged blindness as he moves to the side of the doorway, taking as much cover as possible from whatever he can.  He then fires his pistol once each at both of the Trandoshans, gritting his teeth and hoping the stun setting worked on reptilians.  If the guard is not stunned, Jamie will fire at him as many times as necessary to finish the job before turning his attention to the techie again.

As Jamie moves inside and Nirro drops to one knee, Cyril stands behind Nirro, pushes off his goggles up with his left hand and shoots at the first target he can comfortably get a shot off at with the pistol in his right.  Once his googles are off his face and on his head he will grip his pistol two-handed and keep shooting until all the guards are down or Jamie orders him to stop.

Exilim's thoughts had wandered back to his past as he waited, his mind not completely focused on the task ahead. He had registered Jamie's team as they came over the wall and he had done a brief scan of the area. Seeing Jamie's team approach the door he shook his head to clear his thoughts pulling his concentration back together. Once again he scanned the area looking for potential threats. The sweep brought him back to the door just in time to see the shooting start.

Jamie moved into the room already firing at the surprised Trandoshans.  His shots go wide as the guards begin diving for cover.  They commence firing though their hasty shots are also well off the mark.

Dropping to one knee Nirro fires a stun blast that catches the seated Trandoshan in the chest, knocking him over backwards.  Cyril's blaster bolt burns through the air where the Trandoshan was a moment ago and scorches the back wall.  A moment sooner and the guard would likely be dead instead of stinned.

Switching targets, Jamies takes aim on the other guard and cooly dispatches with a stun blast.

As the second Trandoshan falls to the ground the only sound to be heard is the heavy breathing of the three Talons.  After hours of silence there had been ten seconds of pure adrenaline.  Now it was silent once more.



OOC:  Well you have two stunned (for now) Trandoshans and no Talons were hit.  Fortunately the fight took place inside the room with only the door open so the sound (hopefully) didn't travel too much.  At the moment.  Jamie is inside the room.  Nirro is kneeling in the doorway (his security kit still sitting outside) and Cyril is standing right behind Nirro (so just out of the room).



Current VP/WP
Jamie - 28/28 12/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 26/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12

Jamie gave a low whistle, holstering his blaster and rushing to the guard.  "Cyril, detain the techie; stun won't last long."  He quickly relieved the guard of his weapon, produced a set of binders, and set the guard on his stomach.  After cuffing the guard's wrists behind his back, he searched for something to gag the guard with; perhaps the guard's own clothing?  Once the guard is secured, Jamie checks to make sure the techie is relieved of his weapon and secured in like manner.
"Nirro, hurry up and get your stuff in here and close the door, then contact team one.  Tell them we're inside and we've detained two, but we are now unsure of our secrecy.  From now on, though, I need you to follow my orders the way I give them; otherwise, we could all get killed."
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Cyril makes no response to Jamie's order, but moves in quickly on the stunned techie.  Rolling him on to his stomach, Cyril binds his hands behind his back and then gags him with whatever he can find.  He then sifts through his pocket with a skill that suggest he's done this more than once.  He hands whatever he finds to Jamie then moves over to whatever communications equipment he can spot and begins examining it.

"Good," Jamie says once both the Trandoshans are bound and gagged.  He then drags both Trandoshans to the middle of the room, and looks about for anything else of interest, such as doors, windows, closets or stairs.

Nirro hurriedly puts his kit back together before hurrying into the room. He sits at the seat recently vacated by the stunned techie and takes out his comlink and contacting team 1, Talon Team one this is talon team 2. We have entered the target and have subdued two hostiles. Not sure if we have alerted anyone. Talon 2 out. Nirro tried to make the message as short and concise as possible while not allowing any casual listner to discern its whole purpose. Once down he begins tapping keys on the computer console and tries to log in.

He will search the security system first for any alarms that have been sounded in the last 5 mins. He will then check the security cameras for the locations of any Trandoshan's on the base. Once he has that info up he will call over Jaime for them to decide exactly which systems to hack into first in order to complete their objectives.
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Receiving the call, Mark lifts his carbine a little higher.  He looks to Flash and Devon.  Once we get the signal from Jamie's team we go in.  I hope you both remember the layout of the security station because we will be going in hot.  We will have the advantage of surprise but I doubt that will hold long.  So shoot straight and do not hesitate."

"Devon you will swipe us in when the time comes.  I will go in first with Flash right behind me.  I will take the left, Flash you have the right.  Devon your job is to cover the rear and provide support as needed."

As Jamie searched the room with Cyril's assistance, Nirro sat down behind the computer the tech had been working at and begin to examine its uses.

Hearing the message from Talon Team 2 Exilim continues to scan the area for movement, as he does so he sees 4 people emerge from the barracks door.

"Talon teams 1 & 2, Talon 4 sights two 2 man patrols emerging from the barracks. They are armed with blaster pistols and rifles,... they do not appear alarmed and their weapons are being held casually."

After watching them for a moment "Talon team 1 you have a patrol headed toward you, Talon team 2 you have the other patrol approximately 50 metres from your position coming towards you. They still appear relaxed."

Pausing for a second, Exilim decides to target one of the patrol heading towards the communications centre. He keeps him in his sights ready to shoot if needed.

As Nirro tapped away at the computer terminal his hopes began to fall. Jaime he called, This terminal has no access to camera's or security. The smugglers business info is stored here and that intel might be useful to the alliance but apart from that, the only usefull thing here is a complete listing of the base supplies, personel and ships. Also it seems that the computer here is connected to the hanger so I can send a work order to preflight the ships we want. Given enough time I can dowload the business info to my datapad, find out what the base stores and get the fighters prepped.

Just then Xil's voice comes over the comlink. Guess I wont have that time huh? Nirro pulls his blaster once again and trains it on the door.

Mark cursed to himself as he heard the report.  'What was happening in there?' he wondered.  It was always hard to trust difficult decisions to his subordinates, especially ones he had yet to truly test in battle.  Still Jamie was in the heat of it and he was not.  He would have to trust the man.  Shaking the thought aside he thumbed on his comlink.

"Five this is one.  Team one stands ready to move in on your order.  Its your call."

Jamie moved towards the communications center in the room, but stopped to think for a moment.  Preflight ships, download, supplies, patrol...
He turned around to face Nirro.  "Download all the information you can, starting with business records.  Don't order preflights; not yet, anyway.  That's suspicious.  Keep me posted on your progress."
He turned again to face the communications console.
"Cyril, you can have a look at this.  This is your area of expertise.  Tell me if you find any recordings or communications memory."
Jamie drew his pistol and knelt by the side of the door where he would have cover before answering the Commander.
"One, this is Five.  We don't have access to cameras or security here, and there are four on patrol, not one.  At this rate using the doctor's card could get you killed; stand by.  Four, this is Five.  Keep me posted on their positions."
He addressed Cyril and Nirro again.  "Gentlemen, this room appears soundproof, but we might have a few visitors.  Nirro, as it is, will team one be able to enter the compound?"
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Cyril, having heard most of the conversation looked between the door and Jamie.  Realising he could do nothing about the patrols outside he moved back over to the communications console.

" These guys obviously never imagined anyone would break into their offices.  There are some preset frequencies in there.  Obviously people they communicate with regularly.  It wouldn't take more than ten minutes to locate who they've been calling.  There is also a decent sized memory to this system and given some time I could probably decrypt them.  I don't have the storage space to download 'em.  Of course we could just lift the data storage devices and take them with us."

Exilim swears to himself while listening to the comlink.

"Five, this is four. Will give you an update as to the patrols movements shortly"

Exilim will then quickly scan the area for other signs of activity, check the movement of both patrols concentrating on the one approaching the communications centre targeting one when he is tracking them.

"Five, four here. One patrol half way to the security station. Your patrol is 5 metres from and closing in on your position"

Exilim lines up one of the patrol ready to fire.
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From what he could hear over the comms, it sounded to Devon like things inside the slavers compound were about to hot-up some; and that he, Flash and the commander would have to go in any moment now.

Holding his blaster carbine one handed, Devon drew out their copy of the doctors security card and positioned himself ready to open the door.  Catching the commander looking in his direction, Devon nodded once to show he understood his role in all this and hoped that he didnt look as jittery as he felt...

Maybe I can open a door for them or we can break into the security station. Either way we have to deal with this patrol.

Jamie gave his pistol a last check to make sure it was set to stun before calling the Commander again.
"One, this is Five.  Things are about to get hot, but hold tight."
Jamie glanced around again, then grabbed the two chairs and stood them next to each other, facing the door.  He then crouched behind one, issuing orders as quickly as possible.
"Our best chance is to let them in; the room is soundproofed, so no one else will hear this.  Nirro, try to hide.  Cyril, you and I take cover here and fight."

Nirro Looked around the room for somewhere to hide. He crouched down behind the the desk and peeked around the side. He took cover behind it and tried to remasin out of sight. That way, he could get a shot on the Trandoshans before they could see him.

Hearing the patrol is almost upon them Cyril bursts into action.  Grabbing the techie he'd tied up, he clubbed him soundly with the bitt of his vibrodagger.  Then he ripped off the gag, cut the bonds and began dragging him towards the chair he'd been sitting in.

He looked to Jamie desperately.  "Help me get him in the seat.  We can make it look like he's fallen asleep at the desk.  It might buy us a few seconds."

As soon as the techie is in the seat Cyril ducks behind whatever hiding spot he can.

"Good idea," Jamie said, giving the techie a stun-shot just to make sure he was out before helping Cyril.
"As soon as they're inside, even while the door is open, we should be able to shoot them without making any ruckus."

Mark was getting edgy.  The reports coming through were necessarily brief but it didn't make him any easier.  He held his faith in Jaime to make the call.  It was always hard to delegate responsibility.  The burden of command.

He turned to Flash and Nirro.  "Now we'll be moving in shortly.  We will try the access card and if it fails we will improvise.  It will vary based on wether I call for a quiet or noisy insertion.  If its quiet, you know what to do.  If its noisy then all weapons set to kill and we move as fast as we can."

"Questions or comments?  Last chance gentlemen."

Exilim keeps tracking the patrol as they move towards the communications centre. He notes that they are walking side by side. He keeps the nearest one in his sights, hoping that they stay in that formation if they try to open the CC door, giving him the best chance of a clear shot if the need arises.

Jamie's team hunkered down into hiding positions as Xil's report came in.  Only moments after they had wrestled the tech into position and found hiding spots they heard the sound of someone opening the door.  One of the Trandoshans walked into the room and moved towards the tech.  He hadn't noticed the true state of his comrade. . .yet.  His sidearm was holstered and his rifle was slung over his shoulder.  The second guard had not entered the building and was not in sight.

Jamie slowly aims his pistol at the unsuspecting patrolman, ready to stun him the moment he became alarmed or the other patrolman stepped through the door.  Due to the rush of adrenaline, he finds it difficult to breath regularly and silently, and ends up just holding his breath.
Come on...just step inside...life will be a lot easier...for me...if you just step inside...

Nirro Aims his pistol at the approaching patrol man but keeps an eye on the door just in case.

Allen steps up, gripping his weapon under his cloak.

The lone trandoshan guard walks towards the desk speaking in Dosh to the slumped technician.  As he approaches he spots Nirro crouching behidn the desk and gasps.  His hand goes to the hilt of his blaster as three stun shots ring out in the night.  Hit by three stun blasts at point-blank range the guard wordlessly slumps to the floor with a resounding thump.

From outside the door a voice begins speakingt in Dosh.  You assume he is calling to his now-immobile partner.

"Gundark!" Jamie exclaims, leaping to his feet and placing another stun blast in the techie.  Cyril, bind these two; Nirro, get working again.  He could be using a comlink.
Jame moves closer to the door before calling the Commander.  "One, this is Five.  Surprise may be compromised; if you're joining us, now is the time!"
C'mon...one-shot him...one shot...
Jamie then moves into the door, until he can see the other patrolman but still has cover, and takes a shot.
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Allen pulls his weapon up to his shoulder, then lowers it and looks at the commander, waiting for the signal.

Exilim had watched the patrol close on the communications centre. They seemed to pause for a moment as they attempted to open the door. They got it after a couple of tries. One of the guards opened the door and entered the building while the other had stayed outside examining the lock.

Exilim's finger slid onto the trigger of his sniper rifle as he watched. He slowed his breathing down waiting, realising as he did that his hands are sweaty. He suddenly see's the outside guard grab his blaster pistol and turn towards the door.

He hears Jamie's message on the comlink and risks a look at the patrol heading towards the security station.

"Talon teams, the second patrol is still headed to the gate, they are not in a hurry or alarmed. Team one hold, Team two, get the second guard down."

Exilim aims at the guard outside the communications centre hoping that the team inside will get him down quietly. He lets out his breath and prepares to shoot.

Nirro gets up from behind the desk where he was hidden and pushes the first 'sleeping' trandoshan out of the seat, sits down and places his pistol in his lap. He starts clicking away at the computer again but tries to do it quietly. He eyes flick back towards the door nervously. I hope Jaime gets that other guard down quickly. I would hate to be sitting here when he comes in.

At Jamie's signal Mark begins reaching into a waist pouch.  "Alright people this is how we'll do this.  Devon. . ."

He stops as Xil's command to hold comes through.  The commander curses silently.  'Stop and go.  Stop and go.'  The waiting was frustrating.  He wasn't quite sure why.  He'd been forced to wait for hours on end whilst sitting in a starfighter cockpit.  Often he was sent home after a fruitless 3 hour wait.  Somehow being on the ground made it more frustrating.

When the commander said his name; Devon hefted his carbine, ready to go in shooting, then settled down slowly when Sheppard hesitated.  It was clear from his face that the waiting was getting to him too...

Lets just get this over with! He muttered under his breath

Allen is clearly starting to get twitchy, and takes his finger off the trigger so he doesn't accidentally set it off.  Turning back and forth, he starts pacing, almost ready to just jump in there, guns blazing, without waiting for everyone else.

Jamie peeks around the door, blaster in hand.  He spots the guard at almost precisely the same moment he is spotted.  The guard yelss in surprise as the pair exchangle hastily-fired blasts.  The blue stun bolt flies hastily wide as does the guard's energy bolt.  The pair take better aim the second time round but Jamie proves the faster.  His second stun bolt takes the guard dead centre in the chest and sends him plummeting to the ground.

Jamie has a second to take a breath before he hears a yell in Dosh.  About 50 metres south, almost to the security station, the second patrol Exilim had mentioned had turned and drawn their blaster rifles.  Clearly they had heard the altercation and now Jamie stood exposed in the doorway. . .



OOC:  Well another guard down but now your presence (well Jamie's at least) has been noted.
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As Jamie moved to the doorway, Cyril moved to the techie and resecured his hands.  When he heard the blaster fire outside the door he cursed silently.  Checking his blaster pistol still had good charge, he flipped it over to kill and waited for Jamie to make his intentions clear.  He stayed away from the door in case the team leader came rushing through in a hurry.

Jamie glances toward the Dosh yell, then rushes to the guard he had just stunned.
They sound far enough away...for now, at least...to Kessel with loud blasters!
He holsters his blaster, grabs the Trandoshan's arms, and begins to drag him towards the door.
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Nirro gets up from the computer terminal once again taking cover behind the desk. He reluctantly flips his blaster to kill and aims at the door.

As Jamie moved forward to drag the Trandoshan into the C&C the two guards in the distance began firing with their rifles.  At such range it seemed unlikely a shot would hit but fate was not on Jamie's side this night.

One bolt narrowly missed Jamie and his prisoner, singing the hair on Jamie's head as its past.  Another blast struck Jamie in the side, hurling him into the wall where he slumped down gasping.  His entire left side felt like it was on fire and it was difficult to take a breath.

In the distance the Trandoshan begin backing away.  One kept firing whilst the other jabbered in a commlink.  None of the bolts came close to hitting Jamie.


OOC:  Well the dice certainly like your enemies at the moment!  An almost impossible roll but they hit twice and one a critical hit!

Jamie is on the ground about a metre from the door to C&C.  The two guards are backing up towards the security centre.  Clearly they are happy to let you bleed for a while.


Current VP/WP
Jamie - 15/28 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 26/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
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After seeing that the second guard had been taken down by Jamie, Exilim turns his attention to the patrol near the security station, due to their position his line of sight is not the best. They open fire as they notice Jamie. Exilim swears as Jamie gets hit " Talon Teams, Five has been hit, I repeat Five has been hit. He's lying just outside the door. The guards are backing up to the security station. "
Adrenaline levels rising he struggles to remain calm muttering to himself "Patience, you are still the unknown factor." Checking once again that he is ready to shoot in a hurry he continues to watch noting that only one guard is firing.
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Jamie's adrenaline was boosted again as a shot singed his hair.  Wow!  That was CLOSE!  My hair-
A loud "Umph!" escaped him as he was blasted into the wall.  He slumped to the ground, dazed for a moment and gasping for breath, but his mind was running at lightspeed, switching from careful calculation to survival mode.
Just get inside...
He pulled his nightvision goggles back over his eyes and looked around quickly, especially toward the security station.  Seeing the guards were content to let him bleed to death, he paused for a moment to think.
The guard...
Deciding not to examine his injuries just yet, he cuffed the patrolman before he continuing to drag him toward the door of C&C, this time staying low and trying to remain as invisible as possible.  If the patrolmen of the second patrol turn more attention to him, he will drop the Trandoshan and get inside as quickly as possible.
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"Sithspawn." Mark growled.  "Three take charge and secure five.  Four watch for enemy reinforcements.  Do not give away your position until you have to.  "

He turns to his group.  "Okay we're going in hard and fast.  Eleven swipe the door and stand back.  I'm gonna lead the way with this."

He reaches into his belt and pulls out a grenade.  "Mark four concussion grenade.  Should keep any guards distracted long enough for us to get in.  Once this baby detonates I'll take the right, two you go left.  Eleven you bring up behind us.  Drop anything that's not friendly".

Slinghing his carbine he moves to the door.  Nodding to Devon he waits for him to swipe the door, hoping the doctor's access is good.  Getting a reassuring green light, Mark activates the grenade, pulls the door open a fraction and hurls the grenade in.

In one swift action he kicks the door shot, drops to his knees and covers his ears as he shouts  "DOWN!"

He didn't care if the security guards heard him.  They were going to hear a lot in three seconds. . .

Two. . .

One. . .

Seeing Jamie still trying to pull the Trandoshan in the door, Cyril wonders why he didn't just kill the guard and be done with it.  Rescuing a slaver at the cost of his own life seemed a poor exchange.  Still Jamie seemed determined so whilst Jamie continued to drag, he pulled out his blaster pistol and fired as fast as he could at the two guard.  He didn't expect to hit them, he just wanted to keep their heads down until Jamie got inside.

Nodding his understanding of the instructions, Devon took a deep breath to calm himself; then positioned himself so that door was on the opposite side the card reader to him - that way, even if he tripped as he moved out the way, he wouldn't be blocking his team mates.

Swiping the card through the reader, Devon watched for the green light confirming the door was unlocked before he hopped smartly backwards.  Turning his back to the door as the grenade was tossed, Devon covered his ears and braced himself for the blast.

The commander's grenade exploded within the security centre right on cue.  To Teams two and three it sounded merely like distant thunder.  In fact only Jamie, who was trained in explosives recognised the distinctive sound.

For Mark's team and the pair of Trandoshan's just oustide the security station the noise was deafening.  Having been prepared for the noise, Mark, Devon and Flash had covered their ears and as such had only a mild tingling in their ears.  The trandoshans on the grounds had no such warning and now clutched their ears in surprise.

Tearing open the door Mark and Flash charged in, Devon close behind.  Their weapons were held in ready positions though this proved unnecessary.  The two guards inside the security station had been hurled across the room and were now crumpled up in corners like rag dolls.

A few of the monitors had been destroyed in the blast but the room was largely intact.  Four of the six monitors still worked and it looked like the guards had not had the opportunity to encrypt any of the computers or trigger any alarms.

There was a secure door to one side of the room.  It looked like the kind you would find on a bank vault.  It was likely something important was kept in this room.




OOC:  Well all three teams are in motion.

Team 1 - The blast from the grenade has momentarily disoriented the two Trandoshans outside.  This has given you a momentary reprieve to take cover inside C&C and regroup

Team 2 - The security centre is taken.  The computers look like they are operational.  On one side of the room is the strong door.  There are two other doors in the room.  One at the south end which you came in and one to the north that leads into the complex grounds.

Team 3 - Xil is still merrily on top of the roof.  You no longer have LOS on the two trandoshans as they had backed closer to the security station.  So far nobody else is moving.

Current VP/WP
Jamie - 15/28 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 26/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12

"Now that was cool!"  Mark exclaimed before he could control himself.  The commander had destroyed capital ships before, even dropped proton bombs on a synthfuel depot.  He'd made some pretty big explosions over his career, but somehow the proximity of the concussion grenade made it more 'real'.

He frowned off his joy.  He was commander of an elite squadron, not some flight cadet.  He had a job to do.

"Flash, get on those computers.  Lock down what you can and check out those cameras.  We need to know how many we're up against.  Devon, I want this door open.  I doubt the doctor's card will work but try it.  After that, well do what you can."

Having his team sorted, Mark got on the comm.  "Team 2 is in.  No resistance.  Three contact our insider.  Tell him if he can help, the time is now.  Five finish acquiring what info you can and prepare for phase 2.  I'm sure we'll have company soon."

Jamie removed his nightvision goggles as he entered the building again.  As he dropped his patrolman with the other three Trandoshans, hearing the blast, he jumped up straight.  "That's a concussion grenade!  I wonder who...aah," he said, as he felt like someone had stabbed him in the side with a fiery hot vibrospike.  He carefully seated himself on the floor against a wall before risking a look at his injury.  "Great Gundark, I've got a hole!  I think I'll live, but this is gonna scar."
He gritted his teeth as he got back up and hobbled over to the blaster rifle dropped by one of the patrolmen, picked is up, and kneeled behind one of the chairs again, covering the door area.
"Cyril..." he said, just as the call came through from the Commander.  "Ah, good, they grenade must've been them!  Nirro, finish your download with what you've got and tell me what else you can do there.  Cyril, go ahead.  I've got the door covered, but if I get shot I'm toast."
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'I got it.'
Grinning covertly at the Commanders unintentional break in his military demeanour, Devon glanced around the room to double check it was secure before hurrying to the strong door, thinking to himself that since this was the security station they were in, it was entirely possible that this probably-blast-proof door led to an armoury...

But if this is the armoury, he thought to himself Then the doctors security card almost certainly wont open it  Devon swiped the card anyhow; it only took a second and if it did work, it was going to be a hell of a lot faster than cracking the lock...

Allen grins with excitement at finally getting to see some action.  Seeing the looks on the other's faces, however, he quickly suppresses this.  Raising his rifle, he prepares for the blast...

Seeing the commander's reaction to the blast, Allen can't help himself: he grins even wider this time.

"Right on it, sir."  Allen heads over to the nearest computer and starts working furiously, but efficiently.

Nirro hopped back into the chair in front of the terminal. Ok Talon 5, just make sure to keep those ugly git's off me long enough to do some work. Nirro regretted his light tone when he realised that Jaime was still hurt. It never hurts to laugh though he thought to himself.

He continues to download the slaver's business info before turning to Jaime once again, Uh 5? Since they know we are here.... How about I get some droids to do some pre-flight on some ships? Nirro begins then to access the base inventory to see what is available. Just in case...

"I don't want those ships airborne without us in them," Jamie said quickly, "See if you can make sure they're well-fueled."
Jamie concentrated on Nirro's original report of the terminal's capabilities for a moment, partially to keep his mind off the fiery pain in his side.
"Search the personnel files, and download them if it'll only take a moment.  I want to know if you find anything that looks immediately important.  Are you sure you have no access to cameras or security functions?"

Cyril pulled out his commlink and began muttering furiously into it.  A lot of it sounded like gibberish but Cyril had agreed on this with the doctor before hand so as not to compromise him if things went wrong.

After he was done he switched back to the tactical channel and turned to Jamie.

"I have no idea if he can help at all but if the commander's team is inside then his passcard must have worked."

As Nirro focuses on the computer, Jamie begins laying down some cover fire.  The two Trandoshan guards return fire and Jamie is forced to duck back as blaster fire bounces off the wall near the door.  None of the shots come through the door however.  The two guards back off until they reach the security door.  Obviously they are hoping that despite the noise, their comrades are coming to their aid.

Inside the security station while Flash typed away madly at the computers, Devon pulled out his security kit and worked on the vault door.  The heat of combat had flusted him as he can't seem to get his mind focused on his job and the door remains locked.

Nirro meanwhile was having no such difficulty as he began slicing away at the paltry security the computers had.  He figured he could have written a better program while drunk and tripping on spice.  It took only a few minutes to break into the hanger's maintenence computer.

Mark moved to stand behind Flash.  He watched the security screens as they flicked in-between the cameras and didn't like what he saw.  The prison cells were quiet enough but the barracks were a fluster of activity.  Numerous Trandoshans were running in and out of focus, pulling on armour vests and pulling out blasters.  Clearly surprise was no longer on their side.

The commander gripped his carbine a little tighter.

"One to five.  Looks like we've got around a dozen or so guards in the barracks preparing to join the party.  Looks like a mix of rifles, pistols and body armour.  I hope you're secure."

He turned to Devon.  "Get that damn door open.  If that's the armoury, we're gonna need the extra firepower.  At the very least we can destroy it and deny it to the enemy."

Allen types away at the computer, seeing what he can take care of.

'I'm trying!' snapped Devon without looking round.

Muttering curses, Devon started checking his work over - it was a simple mistake he'd made; he was sure of that - all he had to do was find it.
'Come on, come on... ' he muttered to himself 'Normally I pick this sort of lock without even breakin' stride...'

Seeing where he had gone wrong; Devon hurridly disconnected his tools from the lock, took a deep breath to calm himself and started over.

Hearing the Commander relay the information to Jamie, Exilim turns his attention to the barracks door. He decides that as he can't see the patrol near the security station his best option is to try and prevent as many extra guards from coming out as possible.

Jamie slings the blaster rifle over his shoulder as he moves toward the door, looking for a control panel to close the door.
After attempting to close the door, he gets on the comlink again.  "One, this is Five; be advised, there are two patrolmen outside the security center.  I have asked Eight to order fueling for the fighters.  I need a minute to set up some goodies in here.  Four, please give me warning if anyone approaches our position."
Jamie stows the comlink and moves to the computer console.  He quickly produces a pack of Detonite and begins to form it around the database, setting it up for a remote detonation, trying hard to ignore his injury.
Cyril, see what you can gather from that communications thingy.  When you're done, see if you can de-service it properly with a vibroblade.
One remote detonation, coming right up...oh boy, I love pushing the little red button!
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Nirro began at once. He started downloading the cargo and ship manifests. He also sent a work order to have the droids fuel and arm the ships in the hanger. Sorry boss, not able to access the security functions from this location.

Location: Security Centre


Flash quickly takes Nirro's swipecard and resets it to contain all base passcodes.  Without looking up from his work he hands it to the shipjacker.  Frowning slightly he concentrates on altering the passcodes to the barracks door.  After about a minute the new codes are accepted.  The Duros turns to the barracks security camera to see that the Trandoshans have geared up.  They seem surprised as their swipecards fail to open the door.  They begin bashing on the door with fists and blaster rifle butts.  They look most unimpressed.

"By the force!" he heard Mark exclaim from the next room.  Flash whipped up his blaster and rushed into the next room.  Devon and Mark had disappeared into this room shortly after Flash had made them the new swipe card.

Entering the room he shuddered to a halt.  The room was certainly an armoury and it was quite well stocked.  There was enough small arms to outfit at least a dozen shoulders.  Against one wall were five sets of medium battle armour, and a dozen full length riot shields.

Along the back wall where Mark and Devon were situated, aside from the small arms were a number of heavier weapons.  An E-web cannon rested in a box besides two heavy and two light repeaters.  A crate of concussion grenades rested on a box of mini smoke and gas grenades, complete with grenade launchers.

OOC:  A tally of the inventory

15 blaster pistols
8 heavy pistols
12 blaster rifles
12 Riot shields (full-length)
5 Medium battle armour
1 E-web cannon
2 Heavy repeating blasters
2 Light repeating blasters
1 box concussion grenades (40)
1 box mini smoke grenades (25)
1 box mini stun gas grenades (25)
6 Grenade launchers (shoot the mini grenades)
20 stun batons



Location: Command & Control

With the door now closed, laserfire no longer bounced off the walls.  Though with the soundproofing it was entirely possible they were shooting the walls and you just couldn't hear it.  Either way the team had some breathing room.

As Cyril begins downloading the communications console to his datapad and Jamie begins setting up his explosives, Nirro worked on sending a work order to the hanger computer.  Slicing effortlessly through base security, he soon had downloaded a work order to the hanger computer ordering the droids to fuel all the ships.  The work order was successfully transmitted.  Before long with luck the droids would jack in for orders and commence work.

Whilst waiting for further orders, he sets the personnel inventory to download to a datapad.


Location: Rooftop outside the compound

Xil waits impatiently.  So far nobody had come out the barracks door.  Something was strange.  Surely the Trandoshans would have responded by now?



Current VP/WP
Jamie - 15/28 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 26/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
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Mark picks up one of the light repeating blasters and tests its weight.  "I soooo like this weapon.  Couldn't hit the side of a bantha with one at 200 metres but they sure scare the pants of anyone you fire 'em at.  Grab anything you think you need gentlemen."

He looks to the other weapons.  "According to our schematics there's a fixed weapon mount just outside the doors here.  If we could mount the heavy repeater there we'd have much greater defensibility.  We can keep the guards holed up in the barracks and prisoner cells.  That will help nullify their numerical advantage.  Devon, grab the repeater.  Lets make some slavers VERY unhappy."

Exilim had kept his sights on the barracks door saying to himself "Just shoot away when they come out, make them think twice'

He kept waiting, reinforcements had to be on their way surely.....nothing happened. Now he was getting frustrated, his initial adrenaline rush was seeping away, it was making him restless.

"Five, four here. No other guard movement to report, still only the two near the security station. I have no line of sight on them."

Jamie frowned and stopped preparing the Detonite to answer Xil.
"This is Five; nothing Yet?  That's odd.  I've closed the doors and I'm setting up my goods on the computer here."
Jamie scratches his nose and returns to his work.
Where was I...ah, yes.

While the personnel files were being downloaded Nirro got up and said to jaime, So, what now? Are we stuck in here or what?

Location: Security centre

As Jamie's team work on their individual assignments, Cyril's comm beeps.  Flicking it on a voice simply says,

"This is wild card.  Have arrived at the party.  All of the partygoers are drunk.  I have two friends with me waiting to crash the party."

Cyril turns to Jamie.  "That's the doctor.  He's using the code I gave him.  It means he's somehow neutralised all the guards in the jail and medical centre.  He apparently has two people with him who are helping him.  He's asking what he should do now."

Jamie stopped working again to answer his teammates.
"Excellent!  I'm reasonably sure we can trust him, but I don't want any nasty surprises.  Keep your wits and your weapons handy if they're around, alright?  Call the Commander and ask what he's up to now.  We need to neutralize the barracks first thing, I think, then the hangar, then the prison last."
Jamie glanced at Nirro and the door.
"Are you done already?  Goodness, slicers these days are faster than a Rodian on a date!  Anyway, all I did was close the door," he said, returning to work.  "If you can't get it open again I'll make a new one."
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"On it."  Cyril turns on his commlink.  "One this is five.  Our 'inside man' has rustled up some friends and is awaiting orders.  Five also requests a sitrep."

The commander listens, pondering how much they trusted the doctor.  His card had got them in the door after all.

"Three this is one.  Hold position and make sure you get everything you can.  Two and I will clear a path.  Then proceed with phase 2 as planned.  Barracks is locked down for now but be wary of enemies.  Tell our friend to defend himself but to hold position."

He then turns to the others.  "Devon, get back on the computer and watch for any reinforcements.  Lock down any doors you think are necessary.  Flash, you and I are going to set up that heavy repeater on the weapon mount outside to provide some fire support.  Then we'll secure the hangar."

"Both of you grab any weapons or armour you two need but make sure you bring that heavy repeater Flash.  I'd prefer the E-web but I can't spare more than one of us to man the turret."

Mark grabs the light repeater and slings his own carbine.  Waiting for Flash to arm himself he then moves for the door.

"Remember we have two unknowns out here somewhere."

"One, this is three.  Understood."

Cyril then flicks his comm to the doctor's frequency.  "Wild card.  You're ordered to hold your position and defend against aggresors.  Once we are secure a team will come to you.  Out."

Cyril turns to Jamie.  "Well that's that.  What now?"

Flash just stood in wide-grinned amazement, staring at all the big weapons, until the commander's voice brought him back to the real world.  Oh, well, at least these are real...

Flash picks up the big heavy repeater before the commander finishes talking, then hefts it and the other one at his last remark.  Going through the crates, Flash loads several grenades and such into his pockets, still with that maniacal grin on his face.


OOC: Here's what I'm getting:

2  Heavy repeating blasters (one for mount)
1  Heavy blaster pistol
1  Grenade launcher
10 mini smoke grenades
10 mini stun gas grenades
15 concussion grenades
?? extra power packs (as many as I'll need, + some)

This is just what I think I might need, extras I'll put back if necessary.
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Whilst Devon is left to manage security matters, Mark and Flash head out the north door to prepare the heavy weapon.  Mark leads the way with his light repeater in hand and Flash follows, with his handful of weapons.

As they move outside, the pair of Trandoshans who had been taking cover near the security centre and watching C&C suddenly gasp and spin towards Mark and Flash, blasters at the ready.

At nearly the same moment a loud explosion is heard by all to the north west, its comes from the direction of the barracks.



OOC:  Well its down to combat again (for Mark and Flash anyway).  You all heard the explosion.  As you have walked out the door Mark and Flash have no cover.  Neither do the guards.  Since the guards were expecting an attack from C&C they don't get a surprise round (aren't I nice?)
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Mark wonders what the explosion might have been but has more urgent matters on his mind.  Spinning to face the attackers he lets off a burst from his light repeater at the guard on the left.

At the same time he calls.

"Two.  Take right."

At the explosion and the yell, Flash immediately drops everything he's holding except the heavy repeater.  Spinning around and bringing it up to his shoulder, he lets off a few shots at the two guards, staring with the one on the right.

Watching the barracks door Exilim had noted the exchange on the commlink. Suddenly the door explodes out, Trandoshan guards visible in the hole created.

"What the....." Exilims exclaims momentarily shocked by the blast.

" Talon Teams, they've blown out the barracks door"

Quickly taking in the scene "Two guards are out, armed with blaster rifles and pistols. More are coming"
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Flash drops his load and desperately tries to bring his repeater into line.  The other three are quicker off the mark.  The commander fires a trio of blasts from his repeater that strike the left guard full in the chest.  The corpse with a gapink, smoking hole in its torso flies a good metre back before striking the ground.

The return blasts from the Trandoshan's fly wide, though the one shooting at Flash only misses by a few centimetres.

Finally ridding himself of his load, Flash lets off a volley from his weapon.  His movement is far from clean as the kickback sends the second two shots into the air.  However the first one strikes its target and the strength of the projectile is not to kill the guard outright.

Moments after Exilim's warning comes through, a blaster shot strikes the wall about 4 metres behind Mark and Flash.  The guards Exilim had mentioned were out.  They certainly didn't look happy.


OOC:  Two guards down.  There are four more who have emerged from the barracks.  They are approximately 60 metres from Mark and Flash.  Exilim is about 100m from them.  More guards are emerging behind the four.

Since only two rounds of combat have occured (ie 12 seconds) Devon, Jamie, Nirro and Cyril haven't really had a chance to do anything. . .yet.


Current VP/WP
Jamie - 15/28 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12

The commander frowned.  Partially at the sound of approaching guards but more at Exilim's breach of comms discipline.

'They're probably not recording but that slip could compromise our whole cover.'

Focusing back on the situation he began barking out orders.

"Two get that repeater set up, I'll provide cover.  Five, hold position until they come out more.  You'll be able to catch them in a flanking fire.  Four targets of opportunity.  Eleven, we need some extra help here."

Mark drops prone to steady his aim and reduce his profile.  Then he starts firing on full automatic to try and keep the guards' heads down.

'Right!' shouted Devon from inside.  Abandoning his position at the computer console and leaving his carbine to swing from its shoulder strap, Devon snatched up the remaining light repeater, several spare power packs and the box of concussion grenades, then hurried to the door.

Sheltering inside the security station, Devon placed his box of grenades on the floor next to him.  Using the doorway for cover, he called 'One, I've bought toys with me - you want some?'

Hefting a concussion grenade, Devon looked for a nice grouping of targets to throw one of his 'toys' at - if theres nothing suitable in range he'd simply open fire with his repeater.

Hearing the order to pick off targets Exilim says to himself "Shoot staight, one target, one shot".
He will then start off by targeting and shooting at the guards that have emerged, as they are distracted by the Commanders cover fire and also hoping to make it look as if the security station team have brought them down.

"Now," said Jamie, not bothering to interrupt his work this time, "We hold the position a little longer before trying to catch the slavers from the barracks in some good crossfire.  Have you looked at the communications do-hickey yet?"
Now what was Phase 2?

Grabbing the weapons, Allen hurries over to the mount and starts setting up the repeater.  As soon as he finishes with that, he hefts the grenade launcher and loads a smoke grenade into it, ready to fire it whichever way the guards are coming from.

Nirro pulls out his blaster and then checks the downloading files. If they have finished he will stow his datapad.

Cyril looks over at Jamie.  "I've downloaded all the communications log.  However I can't crack the code that would let me actually use the equipment.  I'm no slicer."

"Communications log...good...don't worry about using it...see if you can keep anyone else from using it...a vibroblade or blaster should work nicely," said Jamie, pausing a moment with his work so as to not screw up anything.
"Don't open that door just yet; I'll only be a moment here."
Why did a dozen heavily armed, extremely unhappy Trandoshans cross the compound?
Jamie paused in his work again to think of a good answer to his own riddle.
Ah.  To shoot us.

Nirro heads over to Cyril, Would you like me to give it a try?

The blasterfire from the barracks intensified as the Trandoshans burst out of the door, rifles blaring.  Dozens of blaster bolts flew towards Mark's group but none struck as the distance was too great.  Mark and Devon returned fire also but with no success beyond adding further light and sound to the show.

The only kills were being made one not even in the compound.  Exilim, secure on a nearby rooftop took his time as he lined up his first target, an extra large Trandoshan leading the charge.  The bolt striking him in the chest drilled straight through and out the back, spraying the person behind him.  His second shot hit the Trandoshan to his left in the thigh dropping him to the ground.  As he rose a third sniper bolt took him in the head, heating his cerebral matter to bioling point in a matter of seconds.

The charge faltered amidst the slaughter laid down by Exilim and his SoroSuub X-45 Sniper Rifle.  The Trandoshans stand still for a moment until one Trandoshan begins barking orders.  Exilim spins his attention to this new threat but one of the troops drops a grenade and quickly the ground is immersed in thick smoke.  Unable to target accurately Exilim can still roughly make out what has happened.  The soldiers have broken into two groups.  One group charges southwest taking cover behind the north end of the medical centre while the other group has charged east towards the C&C.

Near the security centre Mark and Devon continue to lay down fire even though there is nothing to see.  Meanwhile Flash finally gets the heave repeater set up on the tripod.






OOC:  Made a rough map.  Just gotta work out how to upload it now.  Haven't got a ftp program anymore!

Current VP/WP
Jamie - 25/38 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 14/14 10/10
Mark - 82/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 27/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
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The corners of Exilim's mouth turn upward slightly in a grin at seeing the two Trandoshan guards go down.

Peering through the smoke Exilim sees the Trandoshans split into two groups. Quickly losing sight of the group near the medical centre, he swings his sniper rifle around to target the group headed towards the communications centre.Starting at the lead guard, Exilim fires short bursts. He deliberately angles his shots down, attempting to incapacitate the guards for now, well aware that that his sniper rifle has the capability of firing through the walls of the building and that team 2 are behind those very walls.

"Alrighty," Jamie said, "I'm done here." 
He unslung his new blaster rifle and faced the door before calling Xil; his voice trembled just a little, perhaps a result of adrenaline or his recent wound.
"Four this is Five; I'm ready to give crossfire assistance.  Position report on the enemy?"
He looked back at Cyril and Nirro, saying "Too late now; we need to assist the Commander.  All hands prepare to provide heavy crossfire."

Nirro looks down at the blaster pistol in his hands. He knows he isn't technically the best person to help out in a crossfire especially when he is using the little pistol against guys who probably have blaster rifles. This is why I chose to be a pilot he said softly to himself. He moves to the door and stays to one side wishing to get the best cover the doorway could provide.

Hearing Jamie's request Exilim responds and also gives him a heads up on potential friendly fire.

"Five, four here, six guards headed to your position, they're getting close to the door, unsighted on the group near the medical centre. Stand back from the walls a little, trying to even the odds"

Mark continues laying down his fire.  He doesn't allow himself to feel too confident, even as Xil lays down fire.  There was still far more of them and his group was awfully exposed.  When the repeater is finally connected to the turret he allows himself a moment of relief until he sees Flash go for a grenade launcher.

"Two, what the Sith are you doing?  You've got a heavy repeater there and you're messing around with a grenade launcher?  We have to get these guys' heads down."

Mark rises to his knees.  He needed a better angle.

"Two.  Suppression fire.  Keep their heads down.  Eleven on me.  We're going for the hanger, south wall.  On my mark run like you've never run before."

"GO!"

Mark begins running for the hangar.
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Allen nervously jumps and drops the grenade launcher at the commander's yell.  "Smokescreen?" he suggests.  "Holy smokes that's a lot of guards!"  Reaching for the repeater, he fumbles a little, then steadies it and lets off a torrent of blasts at the guards.  After about fifteen shots, the blaster dies.  Allen sits there for a moment, still holding onto the trigger, before he realizes that it's not working.  "Oh, shoot!  What now?  Why isn't it working?"  Catching a glimpse of the power reading, he mentally smacks himself.  "D'oh!  Forgot to hook it up to the power.  Of course.  Well, fix it!"  Allen removes the empty power pack, hooks it up to the power supply, then starts firing again.

The total time without covering fire was about twenty seconds.
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'I'll be right behind you.' he called, then continued in a lower voice: '_{we've got cover here - I like it when I'm in cover.  People cant shoot me when I'm in cover.}'

Despite his muttered grumblings, Devon prepared for a mad dash across to the hanger, tucking a couple of concussion grenades into a pocket and keeping a wary eye on where he guessed the enemy to be.  When the order came, Devon joined the commander in his dash to the hanger, running half crouched and hugging his repeater to his chest.

"Change of plans," Jamie said, setting his blaster rifle on multifire.  "We're on defense again."
He glanced at the computer console, trying to decide if he could move it to block the door with the Detonite still intact. 
"Shoot first, ask questions later, alright?  I doubt these slavers are interested in our health.  Try not to get shot."

Mark and Devon make their mad dash, accompanied by a large burst of laserfire coming from the group taking cover behind the medical centre.  Since Flash isn't shooting at them and Xil doesn't have an angle, the group fire with impunity at the pair.  Laserfire flows all around the pair, a couple barely missing but they make it intact.  As the pair take up position behind the hangar, a pair of the trandoshans use the time to rush over and take cover in the medical centre.

Flash continues to fire at the group about to breach C&C.  The tripod offers him greater stability and he is rewarded as he cuts down two of the enemies with his heavy fire.  Exilim plays it more conservative and shoots low.  Unfortunately the difficulty of hitting a running guard in the leg proves a difficult task and the sniper's blasts both go wide.

Jamie and Nirro begin moving the desk with the computer into a position in front of the door.  Cyril meanwhile works to destroy the communication equipment.  All three are forced to dive for cover as Flash's missed shots punch through the walls of the building and fill the C&C with laser fire.  The computer takes a hit and starts to smoulder.  Providence saves Cyril as he drops to the floor milliseconds before a shot flies past where his head has been.

As the trio pick themselves up off the ground four guards storm the room.  The rear one takes a sniper blast in the back and falls to the ground dead.  But it leaves Jamie's team in close quarters with three very unhappy Trandoshan guards.  The guards seem much more willing to engage Jamie's group in close quarters then risk the wrath of Flash and Exilim.



OOC:  Okay update.  Three Trandoshans have breached C&C.  Two have broken into the medical centre and two are against the north wall of the medical centre shooting at Mark and Devon who are now against the south wall of the hangar.




Current VP/WP
Jamie - 25/38 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - 4/14 10/10
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
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Nirro instantly drops to one knee and fires at the nearest Trandoshan. This was it, it was fight or die time once again.

Mark hits the wall (literally) in his mad dash and immediately drops to his knees.  Taking a prone position at the corner of the hangar, he takes aim on the medical centre group of enemies whilst keeping as much cover as he can.

'Thank the force I'm left-handed.  Being a righty would cost me a lot of cover.'

As soon as he was set up he commenced firing at the group near the medical centre.  'Sure hope the doctor isn't there.  Still if he is, he's a prisoner, a collaborator or dead by now.'

He calls over his shoulder to Devon.  "We need to get into the hangar and let you get to work.  Even if we defeat this lot other will come.  They might have called in friends.  Even if they haven't whatever counts as law will."

"Look for a way in.  Make a door if you have to."

Cyril reflexively grabbed for his head as the blaster bolt flew over him.  He'd felt the heat from that one.  He was ready to say thanks to whomever was watching over him but fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on him as the guards burst through the door.

Targetting the first one with his blaster pistol he opened fire.
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As the guards disappear into the C&C, Flash swings around to face the other group.

He grits his teeth.  'I sure hope I'm not going to hit anyone in there.'

Aiming a little more carefully this time, Flash once again opens fire.

Detonite doesn't have much of a blast radius...
"TAKE COVER!" Jamie yells as the Trandoshans storm the room.  Seeing Cyril is already on the floor, he lunges at Nirro, trying to drag him to the floor and grant him a body shield to whatever blast remnants hit them.
As the Trandoshans are in a prime location for collateral damage, he pushes the button to activate the Detonite.
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'Right' Muttered Devon as he cast a speculative eye over the hanger wall.
'This is just a break an' enter' he told himself.  'Done this plenty of times before - theres always a way in...'  A blaster bolt whined past, and the shipjacker flinched.  An' all I want to find is a way OUT he finished in his head.

Door, window, airvent, disposal chute... any of those would do.  Hell, Devon was willing to settle for a section of wall thin enough to blast through with his repeater or concussion grenades...

Location: C&C

Jamie dived atop of Nirro, forcing him to the floor as he triggered the detonator in his hand.  The small blocks of detonite attached to the computers exploded in spectacular fashion, albeit it small.

The first guard took the blast in the chest, knocking him backwards and throwing off his aim.  Staggering forward the guard looked injured but far from out of the fight.  The rear guard had taken some moderate shrapnal damage to the leg and thigh but was far from finished.  The middle Trandoshan had dived to the side in time to completely avoid the blast.

Nirro, buried beneath Jamie did his best to extricate himself as a volley of blaster fire erupted.  Cyril's shot went harmless wide as did the shots of the front two guards.  The third guard with the leg wound took more deliberate aim with his blaster pistol and hit Cyril, charring a huge wound in his upper chest and thorax.  The comms officer fell to the ground motionless, his weapon clattering away.


OOC:  Since Devon, Mark, Exilim and even Flash are largely out of combat at the moment I'm going to try and resolve a few rounds with C&C.

Well a rapid change of events.  Two of the Trandoshans are injured.  Cyril however has been gifted with a critical hit and is at best unconscious or possibly dead.  You don't have time at the moment to check him over thoroughly.


Current VP/WP
Jamie - 25/38 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - Unconscious, dying or dead 
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12


Guard 1 (First) - Seriously Injured
Guard 2 (Middle) - Uninjured
Guard 3 (Rear) - Moderately Injured

Niro hurriedly untangles himself from Jaime and takes aim at guard one and fires.

Location: Outside

As Mark commences fire, adding his repeater shots to Flash's, the last two Trandoshans by the medical centre duck inside, managing to avoid the fire.  Now all four Trandoshans are inside the building and lost from sight.  The door remains open but no shots come out.

Seeing the four disappear into the medical centre he now has no line of sight on any enemies.  He keeps his eyes open on the doors to C&C, medical centre and the door to the jail should they try to come around.  If any enemies show their face he commences firing.

Without missing a beat after the blast, Jamie rolls just off Nirro and glances at Cyril's limp body.  He gripped his blaster a little tighter as he reacts the way any respectable leader would.
He gets angry.
As a result from going prone a few times already today, his face is smudged with dust and mud.  This, combined with his tight grimace and furrowed brow, makes him look frightful as he blasts away at the guards.  Since he had set his blaster rifle to it's multifire setting, he shot once each at the two injured guards.

If one weapon doesn't fit the job, find a different one.  Reaching over, Flash picks up the grenade launcher he had dropped a moment before, and loads it with a stun gas grenade.  With a grunt, he points at the door to the med center and pulls the trigger, sending the grenade flying through the air at the door.

Making sure his grenade launcher is loaded, Flash takes aim and fires a shot.

Failing to elevate the barrel sufficiently the grenade lands short, exploding about 5 metres short of the door.  The walls of the medical centre absorb much of the blow.  It is unlikely anyone in the medical centre was injured.  Indeed, moments after the grenade blast someone quickly slammed the medical centre's door closed.

Meanwhile around the back of the hangar, Devon finds a ventilation shaft.  Its not more than a metre in width but if he crawled it was possible to make ones way inside.

'One, this is eleven - found a way in round the back.  Go in now or wait for you?'
Attaching his comlink to the front of his flight suit, Devon glanced around hurriedly - double checking there were no bad-guys about - then set to removing the vent cover whilst he waited for the Commanders answer.

Exilim curses himself as he realises that he should have just gone for kill shots.

He looks around noting that he no longer has a visual on any of the Trandoshan's. Pausing for a second he decides to keep most of his attention on the communications centre door, ready to shoot at any guard that may come back out.

As the three Trandoshans came forward Jamie felt his anger rise for his fallen comrade.  As he stared at the attackers he suddenly felt a clarity he'd not experienced in battle before.  He knew exactly what he had to do.

Swinging up his blaster rifle he fired with precision and speed.  Two shots were off before anyone else could fire a weapon.  His first shot took the lead Trandoshan in the face, the second took the rearmost, the one who had shot Cyril in the lower abdomen.  The guard fell screaming and yelling as he clutched his clearly-fatal wound.  Nirro belatedly fired at the lead guard but by the time he fired the guard was on the ground screaming as his life ebbed away.

Clearly unnerved the final Trandoshan let off a pair of hasty shots at Jamie, both that missed by a good distance.  Jamie and Nirro both returned fire, the former striking in the stomach, the latter the chest.  The guard gasped and fell forward.

With no more enemies to deal with Nirro rushed over to check Cyril for signs of life.  There were none.



OOC:  Okay C&C is yours once more.  However you have lost a man in the process.




Current VP/WP
Jamie - 19/38 3/12
Nirro - 8/17 12/12
Cyril - Dead
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
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"Affirmative eleven.  Commence your entry, I'm on my way."

"Two, four, this is one.  Maintain your surveillance.  Keep an eye out for reinforcements.  Out."

Devons voice crackled over the comlinks - the shipjacker sounded obscenely cheerfull about something...

'Eight, this is eleven.  Can you get me any access codes for the ships in the hanger?  Save time if I don't have to break into all of them.'

"One, this is Two.  Should I backtrack and watch the cameras?"

"Negative two.  I want you on station right where you are until four relieves you."

"Four.  Once team two has phase 2 safely underway I want you to collapse into the building and relieve two.  Only once five reports phase two is underway."

"Are we clear?"

Jamie shook himself off as he looked over the dead Trandoshans.
Bastards!  They deserved to die like dogs.
He clicked on his commlink and said in a rather calm tone, "One, this is Five; Three is dead.  I repeat, Three is dead.  Proceeding to phase 2.  Four, report on the detention center?"
He relieved all three guards of their rifles, checking that each slaver was actually dead before taking up a position at the door, eager to continue.
"Nirro, time to move out; we can come back for him later."
If there are any Trandoshans in view, Jamie will switch his rifle to single-fire mode and shoot at them.

"Affirmative one."

Flash returns to his post at the mounted repeater, scanning the area for any movement.

Nirro checked to see if any of the dead slavers had grenades and then claims one of the rifles. He isn't very good at using it but hopefully he would hit something.

"Understood One" exilim replies to the Commander.

He frowns at the news of Cyrils death, now wishing that he had just taken the chance and gone for kill shots.

"Five, no visual on any guards. At least 6 headed to the medical centre for cover. Two, do you have a clearer line of sight?"
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"Four, I believe that would be the group I just blasted in half before they slipped into the med center."

Nirro collects himself a blaster rifle from the fallen guards whilst Jamie collects two others and slings them on his back.  With only a quick glance to their fallen comrade they move to the door once more.  This time they are greeted only by silence and the smell of overcooked Trandoshans.  Near the door are a collection of dead guards.  Some are riddled with blaster shots, courtesy of Flash's repeater.  Others bare a single high-powered shot, no dount from Xil.

The courtyard's only visible living occupant is Flash.  He stands at the south end outside security manning a turret with a heavy repeater.  Xil is assumedly still on station on the nearby rooftop.

There is no movement near the barracks though the door is open.  Both the medical centre and jail doors are closed.  Four dead Trandoshans lie outside the medical centre door.   The hangar doors are also closed.
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Nirro went down on one knee once outside the room. What now 5? Do we still try to link up with the doctor? And aren't we supposed to destroy the com equipment?

OOC:  Between Cyril attacking the comm equipment and damage from Jamie's explosives you figure the comm equipment is definitely out of order

Jamie gave one last report before stowing his commlink again.
"This is Five; Eight and I are running for the detention center; cover us if you can."
he readied his rifle and glanced at Nirro's.  "You look kind of akward with that.  Do you know how to use it?  Tell me later.  Right now, run with me; we're going to try to secure the prisoners."
Jamie gave one last glance around the courtyard, checking that his nightvision goggles were secure and working, before moving as quickly as possible toward the jail.  Unfortunately, his injury has a rather adverse influence now, and he is unable to run.

Nirro follows Jaime constantly scanning looking for any enemies trying to get the drop on them.

Jamie and Nirro make their way across the courtyard without signs of enemies.  They reach the jail door and Jamie stands ready while Nirro uses a swipe card on the door.  The door clicks open and Nirro pulls the door open.

The hall is empty as is the guard room at the end of the hall.  Halfway along a hall stretches off to the north.  Somewhere down the hall can be the heard of people talking in Dosh.  The talking is fairly animated and one person is heard to laugh.  There are at least 3 seperate voices.

_{"I don't like this.  I'll go down there and check this out; you look in there for a computer and see what you can do,"} Jamie whispered, indicating the empty guard room.
He raised his blaster to the ready and stalked off down the second hallway, trying to make no noise and ready to shoot any Trandoshans that appeared.

Nirro shouldered his rifle and started searching for a computer to jack into.

As Jamie and Nirro prepare to move up the hallway the sound of blasterfire erupts from the hallway to the north.  No laserfire appears so they are clearly not shooting down the hall but at somebody else.

As the pair relax slightly, a Trandoshan steps around the corner.  He is taller than all the other guards do date.  He is wearing a combat jumpsuit that looks well used and maintained.  Slung over it is a belt with twin holsters at the hips and a bandoleer with various blades and grenades on it.  A wicked looking knife with a metre-long blade hangs on his back.  He carries twin heavy blasters in his hands.

He hesitates for maybe a mircosecond or two, which demonstrates he is no stranger to battle.  He snaps off a hasty shot with one of his pistols and ducks back into the hallway just as Nirro and Jamie return fire.  All three shots miss their mark, but the Trandoshan's blast only missed Nirro by less than a handspan.


OOC:  The trandoshan is clearly not a common guard like the others.  It's likely he'll be a lot harder to take down.  He currently is hiding around the corner which provides him cover.  The hallway offers no cover to you.  A move action could put you back outside (allowing you cover) or move you up to the bifurcation of the hall (negating everyones cover).

On the bright side, if he maintains cover he can only shoot at you with one pistol rather than two!



Current VP/WP
Jamie - 19/38 3/12
Nirro - 0/17 12/12
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
Cyril - Dead

OOC: Or if you get him into range of my gun...

Unless I'm mistaken as to where you are.

Nirro heads back down the corridoor and takes cover behind the wall. He lines up his rifleand watches for the remergence of the Trandoshan.

Nirro bursts into action, firing a shot that strikes the wall near the Trandoshan.  Without pause, Nirro runs for the door and dives through it, expecting a blaster bolt in the back with every step.  Jamie moves into action a little slower than Nirro.  He too fires a blaster bolt that misses then runs for the door.  His departure is greeted by a blaster bolt that strikes the flank of his lower back but is turned aside by his armour.

The pair take up cover outside the jail door.



OOC:  Jamie and Nirro are now outside the jail door.  You both know have partial cover (as does the Trandoshan).  Flash you can obviosuly see Jamie and Nirro now (Exilim you can't see them).  Flash can't see who they are shooting at of course.

Jamie I've had to control your moves as you haven't posted.  Hopefully you'll be able to post this round.  The team needs their team leader.  Mark is not there so you're calling the shots at the moment.



Current VP/WP
Jamie - 5/38 3/12
Nirro - 0/17 12/12
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
Cyril - Dead

The commander's voice is heard on the comm.


"Eight this is one.  We need those codes or you ASAP.  Respond over."

As Jamie recognizes a trained soldier he makes the split-second decision to let his brain guide him rather than his feelings.  After firing off a shot at the obvious leader of the Trandoshans and muttering "Stand still so I can hit you!" he retreated to the outdoors to make a comm call.
See if I ever go anywhere without armor again!
"Five to all available units; converge on the detention center!  If you've got any of those grenades bring them with you.  There's a cowboy inside; Eight and I can't handle this on our own."
Jamie once more changes the setting on his blaster rifle to multifire, standing far enough to the side of the door to gain complete cover from anyone inside.

Flash picks up the bag of grenades and heads for the others with a sudden grin.  "I like grenades.  Well, as long as I'm the one using them."

The commander sighed.  'Nothing ever ran smooth'.  He flicked on his comm.

"Belay that order.  Everyone hold your position.   If he's in the detention centre he's trapped and if he tries to leave two can cut him down.  Keep him contained until I get there."

He turned to Devon.  "Keep working on the ships.  Get those codes cracked.  I'll try to free up who I can to help."

Opening the hanger door enough to get out, Mark secured his repeater in his hands and jogged towards the jail.  Once he got there he stood against the wall near Jamie.  His eyes run up and down the team leader, taking in Jamie's injuries but he says nothing regarding them.

"Five.  Sitrep."
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Nirro leans out just far enough to get a clear line down the coridoor. The moment the Trandoshan leans out to shoot he will fire.

Watching the courtyard from the overlooking rooftop, Exilim begins to feel frustrated at the situation. With Flash at the heavy repeater, Exilim allows himself a brief moment to scan the area surrounding the compound.

His attention snaps back to the courtyard as he hears Jamie ask for assistance. He focuses on the medical centre, realising even as he does so that he doesn't have line of sight. Cursing, his frustration builds knowing that at present all he can do is watch for further reinforcements.

Flash stops when he hears the commander's message.  "Awww..."  Reluctantly, he turns and heads back to the gun mount.  "I never get to use grenades."

Jamie breathed a slight sigh of relief as the Commander appeared.  As well as he could while keeping his rifle at the ready, he used hand gesetures to visually outline the interior for Mark.
"Hallway here; guard room at the end, was empty, probably isn't anymore; another hallway comes off the side and splits at the end; at least three guards back there in a firefight with someone else; one - probably the leader - is really good.  He's a little taller than the others, armored, armed to the teeth with grenades, and he uses two heavy blasters - at the same time.  I can't take him; I'm pretty much spent, Sir, and shot to Kessel."

Mark nodded as he listened to the report.  Every so often he fired a volley down the hallway.  He didn't bother to look and aim, merely fired shots to keep the enemies from charging.

"Very good five.  Now replace two on the repeater, you're no good to me dead.  I'll keep eight with me.  Then get on the comm and have four get over here if things are still clear.  Have him secure the facility then have him join me."

"Two.  Take position at the medical centre entrance.  You may get a chance to use some grenades after all.  Eight, turn your damn comm on or get your ears syringed.  Eleven and I have both been comming you.  Pay attention in the future."

yessir! Nirro replies without taking his eyes off the hallway.

"Yes sir!"  Flash performs another about-face(almost) and heads over to the med center door, pulling a grenade out as he goes.

Once Jamie and Flash swap positions he gets on the comm again.

"Okay here's the game plan.  Five, keep on the repeater and take down anyone you see.  We can't wait for four so we'll do it like this.  I'll keep them pinned down and distracted here.  Two, you enter via the medical centre and take eight with you.  If this guy keps using the corridor for cover from me, you should get an unobstructed shot at him.  If he moves to defend against you he exposes himself to me.  A classic flanking maneuver.

Move out."

Mark fires another burst down the corridor.  Whilst he tries to hit any Trandoshan who shows his face, he is happy just to keep them pinned down and exposed to Flash and Nirro.

"Sir!" Jamie saluted the Commander respectfully before moving off toward the repeater.
"Four, this is Five," Jamie proceeded on the comm as he reached the repeater.  "You have orders to join us and secure the facility, then to join One."
Jamie readied himself at the repeater, looking thoroughly around the courtyard for any Trandoshans.
Here you are, Jamie, on the turret, whilst others are on the front lines.

"Yes sir.  Eight..." Flash's voice fades off, then he motions for Nirro to follow him.  Flash slips into the med center and heads around to get a good view, pausing for Nirro to catch up.
"Finally, off to the front line!  Although, the turret's not so bad..."

OOC: Remember, that grenade launcher and its mini grenades are still next to the turret.

Yo got it boss! Nirro replies to Marc, he jumped up, shouldered his rifle and hustled to the med centre.

Flash and Nirro entered the medical centre without trouble.  The door was unlocked and the room unoccupied, save for a dead trandoshan.  Moving to the door connecting the medical centre to the jail hallway, the pair found that open too.

Peeking down the hall Flash had a clear view of three trandoshans.   One was dead, halfway down the corridor.  The other two were at the south end of the corridor where it branched out east and west.

One of the Trandoshans was against the wall shooting down the corridor to the east.  This was the one who was trading shots with the commander.  The other stood behind him.  He was pulling a grenade from his bandoleer.  Neither had noticed Flash yet.  Nirro was further back in the room having not reached the doorway yet.



OOC:  Mark is trading fire with the Trandoshan leader with minimal effect.  Jamie is on the repeater but is seeing nothing.  Xil is (assumedly) packing up his sniper rifle in preperation to move.

OOC: How far apart are the two Trandoshans?

OOC:  About 2 metres max.  One guard is leaning against the left (eastern wall) shooting.  The other is in the middle (in line with the last pair of prison doors). 

Flash reaches into the bag and pulls out a concussion grenade.  "Well, here goes," he mutters, then rolls it out right between the guards.

Understood Five, on my way. Xilim replied as be started packing away his equipment. As he packs his gear away he mumbles to himself Seems a little early to be called in....has something happened?

He will make his way to the compound door as soon as he has his gear ready.

Flash's grenade rolled down the corridor and landed between the two Trandoshans.  The rear one gasped in surprise and in a fluke move kicked the grenade as he dashed to one side.  The grenade flew down the corridor towards Mark's position but exploded well short.

Roaring in anger, the Trandoshan leader spun and began running down the corridor, twin heavy blasters aimed at Flash, who was standing in the medical centre doorway.  His companion took a few moments to recover before joining his leader's charge.


OOC:  For your benefit flash you throw was perfect.  However BOTH trandoshans made their fort save (gotta hate those dice).

Anyway you've got two Trandoshans rushing towards you.  One is about 10 metres away wielding twin heavy blasters, the second about 5 metres behind him with a blaster rifle.

Nirro moves down to the doorway once he hears the grenade go off.He will drop to one knee an fire at the trandoshan leader.

Mark instinctively ducks back as the concussion grenade explodes in the hallway.

'Guess Flash finally got to play with those grenades' he muses, assuming it was the Duros who'd caused the explosion.

Pulling back into position he lines his repeater up on the hall while remaining behind cover as much as he can.  He waits for a Trandoshan to show its head. . .or any body part for that matter.

Flash lets out an exclamation of triumph at his aim, then one of disappointment at it getting kicked away, followed quickly by what sounded like a squeak as they started charging him.  Grabbing his heavy repeater, he dives for cover, then takes a few shots at the charging Trandoshans.

Nirro drops to one knee and fires his rifle at the charging Trandoshan.  His shot scores a graze on the opponents shoulder but seems to do no real damage.  The Trandoshan opens fire with his twin blasters, missing with one but hitting the slicer dead centre in the chest with the other.  Nirro falls to the ground, bleeding from his gaping chest wound.

Flash gasps as his comrade falls but steadies himself to fire his repeater.  The recoil of the weapon proves too much and the bolts all fly wide and high.

OOC:  Well Nirro is down, the Trandoshan leader has minor wounds and his companion is uninjured.  The leader has just reached the medical centre door this round (this will negate Flash's cover




Current VP/WP
Jamie - 5/38 3/12
Nirro - Dying
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
Cyril - Dead

Jamie was about to call Xil for a report when the call came through.
"Good!  Four, be prepared for some action; it's not pretty down here."
As Jamie finished his comm call he began to inspect the package Flash had left by the turret.
"Mini-grenades, and a launcher to boot!  Oh boy, what a treat!"
After another look around the courtyard he picked up the launcher and enthusiastically loaded it.  Once finished, he set it down and prepared himself to use the turret.

Flash drops to his knees for a moment to steady his blaster at the Trandoshan in the doorway, then takes a few shots before jumping back to a slightly more protected position.  Grabbing his comlink, he yells "Eight is down!  He looks like he's still alive, but you'd better get help in here fast!"

Flash drops to one knee and lets loose a volley of autofire at the approaching Trandoshan.  This time, the Duros in on target and his shots cut through the Trandoshan leader like he was made of flimsiplast.  One of the shots continue through and strike the trailing Trandoshan in the head.  Both enemies fall to the floor in a bloody mess.

Once they fall the only sound to be heard is a Duros' heavy breathing.

Mark comes running down the hallway moments later.  Seeing there are no enemies he turns to Nirro.  Pulling a medpac out he begins using it on the worst of the slicer's wounds.

"Two report.  What happened here?  You were supposed to contain them, not let eight get shot up.  I need him to secure out escape."

He growls.  "Secure this building.  Now.  Get the prisoners ready to move.  Find the doctor and send him in here."

He jumps on the comm.  "Five.  Once four is in make sure he locks us in tight.  Then I want you in here to help with the prisoners."



OOC:  Well Flash, I guess the dice like you.  Two critical hits in as many rounds!  Lucky thing!

We'll assume Xil has arrived and has locked the gates.  This allows Jamie to act.   






Current VP/WP
Jamie - 5/38 3/12
Nirro - Stabilised
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
Cyril - Dead
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:58, Fri 23 Mar 2007.

A voice comes from the first cell on the left.  A human can be seen looking through the bars.

"By the light I hope you are the mercs who Jek was in contact with. Darak Aeleth here - Junior Officer of the Bothan Exchange Conglomerate - Grade 9A, Service Number 23-72-11. If you are here to rescue us, the cell doors are jammed. There are two in the cell directly opposite me who might need medical attention. I'm still well enough to fight, just badly winded. My friend in the cell here is Daniel, and I've patched him up enough so he is mobile - we aren't priority but Jek and Roy over there took some heavy hits in the firefight."

A second human appeared at the cell door looking out.

"Good to see we've finally met someone with the firepower to take care of those guys. I've been injured but I will survive. Darak here and Jek in the other cell might be able to proide you guys some aid and I can help with moving the injured and evacuating the other slaves."

Mark looks up as the two prisoners speak to him.  When they've finished he turns to Flash.

"Grab the guard's swipe cards and try them.  If they don't work, head to the guard room and check out the security."

He switchs on his comm.  "Five, this is one.  The cell doors are apparently jammed.  Your 'special skills' may be required.  Bring your demo kit and get here now.  Four can take your post when he finishes the lockdown."

Mark walks over to the cell where the two humans are.  "We are indeed here to free the slaves.  The doctor was helping us.  Tell me how is it you are armed yet locked in the cells?"
This message was last edited by the player at 09:27, Fri 23 Mar 2007.

Checking that Xil had locked the gates, Jamie jumped on the comm.
"This is Five; I'm on my way."
In, out, in again...just don't get shot, eh?
Jamie takes in the sight of the grenade launcher with a sigh.  "Until we meet again," he says, hurrying off to the detention center.

Hearing the man on the other end of the cell Daniel responds. "We took cover in the cells when the trandoshan guards arrived in the infirmary. We were able to take out a few but they got the upper hand and shot us up pretty good. Luckily Roy changed the codes to the cell doors or we might not be here right now."

"Indeed, the stun gas grenades and their respirators allowed them to cut us off from our fall back position in the guard room."

"Jek gave us a way out of the cells with his swipe card. Daniel, Roy and I have all had some combat experience and we managed to acquire some weapons and gear - though not enough to match the Trandoshan Boss and his crew when they came our way. Still, we managed to take a few of them out - and stay alive - against superior force. Jek did tell us that you were coming, though the impression I got was that he had alot of unknowns to work with. Maybe thats why he recuited us for some support."

"So ... number one, Sir?... what are your orders once we are out? If you need another medic I am a Doctor, and I am a decent pistol shot."
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Mark looked a little incredulous as the group told off what had happened.  He figured there was more to it then being told.  How did they arm themselves and then get themselves locked in with no way out?  Still it didn't really matter for now.

"Well gentlemen.  Please excuse me if I don't offer up our names at this time.  Operational security and all that.  You can call me one for now.  I lead this little band of mercenaries.  The Duros over there is known as two.  He uh. . .well he does whatever odd jobs I need."

Seeing Jamie come down the corridor he waves towards him.  "This is five.  He's my demolitions expert and is serving as my second in command at the moment.  He's now going to do what he does best."

"Five, get these gentlemen out then blow the other door to get to the other two.  The doctor is badly hurt and so is thier friend. . .Roy was it?  This Darak fellow states he is a medic so the sooner we get him out the better."

"I didn't catch your friend's name or what he does.  I need all the hands I can get.  My communications man is dead and my slicer is the gentleman lying on the floor over there" waves to the medical centre, "who desperately needs a bacta tank."

Flash grabs the card and tries it, then nods at the two as he gets introduced.  Turning back to the door, he tries the card a couple more times before turning away, disgusted.  Dropping the card, he starts back to the guard room to try to open it from there.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:07, Sat 24 Mar 2007.

Seeing that the Commander is looking for more deatil Darak offers the following while cells are being opened "Of course - One - it is Roy who is a slicer I think, he hacked into the security network at any rate. Jek, the Doctor - or Daniel might know more about each other. The three broke out of their cell with help from Jek, and I wasn't around for how the got the weapons. Once I heard them making a bit of commotion I called out to them. They took out a trandoshan in their breakout I think. Oh yes, Daniel ... you are a soldier right? I am guessing from the way you handle the rifle. Never did learn those proper firing postions."

"Anyway they sprung me from my cell and we then heard a a group of Trandoshans taking up postion in the medical bay. At that time Roy was working away on a makeshift grenade and hacking the security system while I celared these two cells of prisoners so they would be away from the med center - explosions and Trandoshans and all. We also cleared the cells to set up a cross fire, which worked brilliantly ... but they came through before we had a chance to set up anything else quick  - like a tripwire or shims for the doors. They came in just a minute earlier then we had hoped."

"So like I said we took one more out straight away in our crossfire and pinned them down for what seemed like a full minute ... They countered by putting on respirators and all three of them - maybe four - coming out as they filled the hall with gas. Though I could not see it becuase of the gas cloud there was some reason we couldn't move to our fallback position in the guard room. So we were forced to stay clear of the gas by retreating into the cells. Then they slammed the doors on us. We took some heavy fire when most of us were slowed up by the gas, but I got to cover behind the door here and managed to take out another Trandoshan. They couldn't get in becuase the doors were frozen and it allowed me some time to patch up Daniel here."

"I would be happy to tell you more, One, but up until fifteen minutes ago I was snoozing in a cell. I have been here for a bit - figured the Slavers were taking the time to squeeze my company offices for ransom or something. Who knows really. Very glad that you and your band are here though ..."

"Did I miss anything Daniel?"

Flash pauses on the way out.  "You talk too much."

Darak shrugs his shoulders at the Duros comment with a 'wasn't talking to you' expression.

Exilim had packed his gear and rushed to the compound as fast as he was able to. After making sure that the outer door to the the security station was locked and that the security station was secure he makes his way to the heavy repeater recently left by Jamie.

As he gets to the repeater he uses his commlink "One, four here, have secured the the compound and taken up position". He notes that there is some equipment at his position..."Need to remember to take with us." he says to himself as he does a quick scan of the area.

Jamie waves two fingers in response to his intro as he marches down the corridor.
His eyes run smoothly over the jammed doors, calculating the best way to open them quickly.
After half a moment of consideration, he turns to Darak, saying, "Properly blowing this could take a few minutes.  Back away, please; sit in that far corner."
Making sure all observers were clear, he simply took careful aim with his rifle and fired several shots each at the hinges before examining his progress.

Not wanting to get in the way of a demolitions expert and his work Daniel backed away from the cell door and moved to a far corner of the cell.

"Jek, as I'm sure you know, had infiltrated the slaving compound to try and help free all of us." Daniel added to Darak's commentary. "He smuggled me a holdout blaster and with his help we over powered the two slavers on guard duty. We relieved them of their weapns and the rest is pretty much as Darak has said."

Mark fixes Flash with a 'Why are you still here?' glare before turning back to Darak.

"I welcome your assistance should you all be willing to give it.  All I require is that you follow my orders to the letter.  Once we are free we can discuss what happens then.  If you feel this is unacceptable then you can remain witht he slaves."

"One question Darak, Daniel.  Our exit will be by spacecraft.  Can either of you fly or serve any shipboard function?  I am already down at least one pilot."

"Five will remain in charge here.  I need to help eleven arrange our transport.  Break these men out and see what can be done for Jek and Roy.  If Roy and my silcer can be revived send them to the hangar.  We'll need all the help we can get.  When two gets back send him to download everything he can from the systems in the security centre.  Then I need him to start stripping the place of everything he can in preperation for departure.  Perhaps Daniel you would be willing to help him with that.  The security centre is loaded with weaponry.  The barracks may hold items and information of value also."

"Five don't forget phase three of this mission.  Perhaps you should leave the other prisoners in the cells until that is complete so they don't mill around like lost nerfs."

Once he has his answers and if there are no questions, Mark moves off to assist Devon with prepping the ships for flight.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:14, Sat 24 Mar 2007.

Flash is out the door before one finishes the look.

Once he gets back to the guard room, he settles down in front of the computers and tries opening the door again.  "If it works at all, it will work now..."  When it doesn't respond, he curses.  Recalling the blaster shots, he mutters "Melt the hinges, why don't you.  Now you'll have to blow it open.  Though that's probably what you wanted to do all along..."  Turning his attention back to the computer console, he figures he might as well open the cell doors, and sets about doing so immediately.

Daniel frowned as he remembered his combat training "I haven't had much experience with flying a fighter. The only space travel we really did was by transport vessels. The academy did teach us some astrogating skills and I can aid with any repairs but my main area of focus is gunnery and weapons."

He pauses for a second and then continues. "I'll help where I can. I'm sure this place has plenty of equipment and supplies that should prove useful to your outfit."

"I've passed the basic company exams for routine transport operations on everything except astrogation, and I've done about 200 rotuine shuttle hours ... but I have zero combat experience. As a pilot combat manuevers will be very shaky for me ... smooth runs should be OK. On the other side of the coin as Junior-Chief Spacehand I've had my ship running smooth as salak-cloth for a three month shakedown cruise."

"I'm with Daniel ... whatever I can do to help will be my 100%. You can count on it - One ..." Darak says like he is very accustomed to a rank structure and  each time he says 'One' he is unconsciously pausing where a 'Sir' or a 'Captain' would go with it. Habits and proper military training stay with a person.

...

Unless he is driected elsewhere the first chance he gets (doors open, etc.) he will go to examine Roy, Jek, and the downed Merc. Along the way he will say to the Commander "One ... I have a limited supply of some custom medicine. This treatment is from my homeworld and it very effective ... but I only have enough to treat one more man right now. Lucky I managed to hold onto any of it at all really - given circumstances. In short, it is a booster that can usually do one better than medkit drugs. The S.O.P. I am trained in is to bring field cases that are non-critical back as close to operational as possible and to stablize the more serious cases for safe transport. It's your call if I do it by the book or if you need priority on one of these three patients. We might need stretchers from the medical bay ... if they have em."

It takes Jamie less than three minutes to blow the locks on the doors holding Daniel, Darak, Roy and Jek.  By then Flash has come back dejected.  Someone had changed all the codes and the Duros was unable to break them.

Darak wasted no time.  Grabbing up his medical gear he moved into the opposite room.  He worked as quickly as he could and soon he'd fixed the worst of Jek and Roy's wounds.  Slowly the pair started coming around.  Once done there Darak moved to Nirro and brought the slicer around also.

Current VP/WP
Jamie - 5/38 3/12
Mark - 68/82 12/12
Flash - 13/26 10/10
Devon - 13/27 12/12
Exilim - 23/23 12/12
Daniel - 5/21 2/13
Darak - 1/16 14/14
Nirro - 0/17 1/12
Roy - 0/10 1/10
Jek - 0/17 2/12

Cyril - Dead
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:33, Sun 25 Mar 2007.

Roy here you must be the mercs that I was told about, good thing I knew I was dead.  Anyways I'm a programer I changed a bunch of the codes around here her to make our movement a little safer and powered down the AA gun. If any of you seen a heavy blaster around here I would like it the slavers took mine.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:19, Sun 25 Mar 2007.

As he crawled back to consciousness his first thought was to seriously wish he hadn't.  His chest felt like it was molten metal.  Every breath hurt and caused him to cough, increasing the pain.  His limbs were shaky and the light hurt his eyes.

'I will never go lightly on the analgesic with any patient' he swore to himself.

As his eyes started to focus he noticed Darak sitting over him.

"Hey there.  I guess this means we won."  he managed a weak smile.

Flash gives him a look.  "So you're the one who messed with the codes.  Too many slicers spoil the system," he adds with a smirk.  He hefts his heavy repeater.  "Anyway, I don't know if this one is yours or not, but it's mine now."

Thats fine like I said they took my blaster thats not a blaster. So who's incharge here and what is the order of the day?

As Darak treats people he says with a smile and freindly bedside manner "Welcome back. Yes, indeed Jek we won ...and I have to thank you again for risking everything helping us out. You got a little unlucky and cuaght some fire, but you'll live - without scarring if your lucky. Thank goodness you have strong vitals. Take it easy with quick motions ... does that feel OK? "

"Ah Roy, your trick with disabling doors worked out very well. Let me take out the Trandsohan straggler who was left to finish us off. How is that ... watch the wound there ... don't move too fast with that. To fill you both in the Captain? of the Mercs is using the handle "One" right now - he's not here but I suspect that Mr. "Five" here is going to be our squad leader for the moment, and "Two?" is it? He seems pretty handy with that big repeater - very reasurring to have a good heavy weapons man on our side."

"Hello there ... Eight? is it? Nice to meet you. You'll pull through but take it easy with this ... right now you need to make slow and careful motions only. Like the others ... slow and steady. That feel OK?"

OOC: Most of that is just bedside manner, you don't have to respond to it unless you want to emphasize that you are all basically being held together by wound sealant, burn patches, and pain killers of various sci-fi varieties :)
This message was last edited by the player at 15:18, Sun 25 Mar 2007.

Nirro opened his eyes and the invasion of light suddenly made his head hurt. I wish I hadn't done tha he mutters to himself. Once his eyes start o focs he notic4es the newcomers and assumed that at least some of the slaves have been rescued.

Two, Five, would you give me a hand here? If one of the others gioves him a hand Nirro will ge to his feet leaving the discarded Blaster Rifle on the floor. I should never have thought to use that clumsy thing. He looks at Darek, Thanks, now I only feel a little dead and not a whole lot dead

Five, what are our orders?
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:35, Sun 25 Mar 2007.

Being right there Darak will give Eight a hand, and will wait for orders from Five while supporting Eight.

Jamie finishes with his work quickly, having mostly ignored the others to concentrate on his task.  He had given One a nod, but that was it.
"I'm Five.  It seems I blow things up and give orders.  Let's see..."
Jamie looked around the room for a few seconds, counting the cells.  His happy demeanor fades and he seems suddenly depressed.
"Oh, no!  I don't have nearly enough to free all these slaves.  The last thing I want to have to do is leave some behind."
He looked back to the faces of his comrades, and those who had volunteered to help.  He grimaced slightly as he gave his orders conflicting with the Commander's.
"I'm changing the plan a bit.  I can't blow all these slaves out so our needs have changed.  Eight, proceed to the hangar to assist One and Eleven.  Two, go back to the security center and download everything you can; Jek, go with him and strip the place of anything useful in prep for departure.  Roy, I want you to go back to that computer.  Fix whatever it is you did and prepare to open these doors on my mark.  Do you have a commlink?  Daniel, I want you to take this and stick with Roy; keep him alive.
"Darak, I want you to come with me.  I'm going to blow up the barracks and I could use someone to watch my back."
Jamie removed two extra blaster rifles from his back and handed them to Daniel and Darak as he examined the faces of the mercenaries.
"Are there any questions?"

Jek stood slowly, the painkillers finally kicking in.  He still hurt. . .a lot but at least it reminded him he was alive.

When 'five' gives his orders Jek nods and hobbles over to the Duros he's named as 'two.'.

"Two is it?  Well sir, my name is Jek or you can call me Doc.  If we've got a lot of things to carry I've got a few trolleys in the medical centre which might help.  Just let me know what you need.  Not up for much of a fight but I can still carry things."

"With you Five. If it's all the same I'm much more accurate with the pistol." Darak says as he indicates he is already armed with a blast pistol. "Haven't had Rifle Training."

As his old habits from the academy started to kick back in gear Daniel snapped to attention as five issued the orders. Listening carefully to what was said  he responded with "No questions from me Sir." when five prompted him with the question.

Daniel took the rifle that was offered to him and went to a rest stance as he turned to Roy. "Let's move out Roy. There's plenty of work to do."

Five would you like me to try and slice thes doors open? If you can't blow them all open, I may be able to overide the locks. Every breath hurts but Nirro tries not to let it show o his face.

OOC:  Just a note for Roy.  As you set the passcodes on the doors it will take you about 10 seconds to open them once you get the guard room.  Jamie you might wanna assign him some extra jobs

"I may require your services, Eight, but One has requested your help in the hangar, and Roy changed the codes to start with; I'd rather have him on that this time around."
Turning to Roy, Jamie added, "If at all possible I want you to open the doors on my mark.  It may be a few minutes, but we don't want the slaves wandering around long before we can pick them up and get out of here.  Or, if you can give the codes to Daniel, first make sure he can get those doors open, then move to the hangar to help One."

Nirro nods in reply, Roger that I'll head on over to the hanger then. Nirro hobbles to the hanger as fast as he can go without collapsing.

Darak is with Five when it is time to head out.

In the brief moment that five is giving orders he checks over his medical supplies, and squars himself away. Though he can't use the rifle effectively, he does make sure to take along an extra power pack. Another standard power pack for his blaster pistol should guarantee he has ammo for task at hand.

Though he spent most of his life as a Doctor, several years of training in the junior officer program had left it's mark. In sorting himself out he spared no attention to detail - as if he were in unfirom. Quick motions spoke of drill, pocket flaps needed fastening, shoes needed to be tighter, and he really must look pretty shabby with his recent lack of shaving ...

Feeling his beard he does have an idea to grab any remaining grenades and the respirators from the fallen trandoshans. He will offer a respirator and all but one of the stun-gas Grenades (if any remain) to Five.

He will also loot any other useful gear from the fallen guards to better equip himself.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:07, Wed 28 Mar 2007.

Flash heads for the guard room, talking to Jek as he goes.  "So, Doc, let's see what we can scrap from this guard room."

Roy pick him self up. One is it? Here are the pass codes no need to blow the doors.  If daniel or Darak has the pass key I made it should open them right up At that Roy will open the nearest cell.

"No, I'm Five, and One is in the hangar right now," Jamie corrected the programmer.
"Don't open anything else yet, we need to keep these people in one place for now.  Alright, let's move out!"
Unless there are any more questions, Jamie will stow the extra rifle on his back again, ready his own, and lead Darak outside towards C&C.
"We should check the communications center first; there should be a few bound Trandoshans in there.  If not we'll have to watch out for them.  If they're still there we will proceed to the barracks."

Sorry I think my head is a still abit out of it.  Getting shot a few times will do that to you. All the door can still be opened from the guard room. Sorry about the mixup five.

Darak is with Five. Ready for what may come despite being almost exhausted.

Keeping an eye on both the barracks and medical centre doors, Exilim settles back into the role of quietly keeping a lookout for potential trouble, the heavy repeater ready to fire.

As before when things were more settled his mind recalls parts of his previous life and his reasons for joining up with the Commander. The thought of the Commander reminds him that there is still more to be done. He makes himself start thinking of what may be ahead and the plans that are yet to be completed.

Thread is now closed as the GM pushes the fast-forward button and proceeds to Act 4!