"We should take some and have our own people research it," Jack said.

"Take some of it," Connus replied in disbelief.  "We're going to take all of it.  Do you know what the street value is for something like that?"

"We're not selling it," Jack replied.  "I don't need to be dealing with super-healing criminals.  We'll take it all, but only to keep it out of Imperial hands.  Someone get on the computers and delete their files but make sure we get copies first."
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Connus scoffed before saying, "I thought you were the computer expert of the group, Jack."

"Fine, I'll do it," Jack replied.  "The rest of you go do something useful, at least."

"We can just take all these other supplies with us as well," Urb'n said.

"No, we should send some of it back with the droid to the village," Talamon countered.

"Before we send this droid anywhere," Connus said, "I have a few more questions.  Droid: you mentioned a Captain Vischera, please tell us more about him."

"Captain Vischera is a former Imperial scientist who is now the head of this prison facility," the droid answered.

"And why were there these altered Felucians here?" Connus pressed on.

"Captain Vischera has been altering the genetic code of Felucians to create mutant warriors," came the reply.

"And where did he learn how to do that?" Connus pondered more to himself than to the droid.

But the droid answered anyway: "During the Clone Wars the Techno Union performed experiments on the natives of the planet Nelvaan, transforming them into massive, violent warriors that could be bent to their creator’s will.  When the Confederacy collapsed, those Separatist secrets fell into the hands of Captain Vischera.  After months of experimentation, Vischera has managed to create two such monsters out of Felucian hosts, though we did go through several hosts in the process."

"So, these two creatures were the culmination of his work," Connus stated.

"Oh no," the droid replied.  "The two hosts here were only part of the evolutionary process, kept here for further observation."

"I see," was all Connus could think to say to that.
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OOC 3+7=10

"Well, maybe we can take care of them while we're here," Jack responded.  Listening to the conversation was leaving him distracted though.

OOC: Did you grab the medical researcher's code cylinder before trying to access the computer?

OOC Yyyyyyyes.

OOC: I thought so, I was just checking...
"Well of course we'll take care of them" Connus replied.  "We're going to blow up the facility, remember?"

It was no trouble copying the files out to Connus' and Urb'n's datapads, but when Jack went to erase the files, the computer must have realized something was wrong, because it shut off his access to the secret program files.

Meanwhile the others continued to debate what to send back with the droid:
"Okay, I agree we should keep the healing stimulants," Talamon conceded, "because we don't know exactly how well they work.  But we should send everything else back with the droid to the Felucian village."

"No way," Connus said, turning back from his comment to Jack.  "We're the ones risking our necks here, we need them all for us."

"How about this," Urb'n said, stepping in as mediator.  "Let's keep four medpacs--one for each of us--and one medical kit.  We'll send the other three medpacs and the other medkit back with the droid."

"Fine," Talamon said, truly satisfied with the compromise.

"Fine," Connus said, less pleased with the arrangement, but clearly recognizing that he wasn't going to get anything better.

"The medpacs will be meaningless for the Felucians if we all die without destroying the facility," Jack explained.  "This compromise is for the best."

"Okay, well let's get going, we still need to find this admiral," Connus said.

"So where should we try next?" Talamon asked. "We should probably try to stay out of the hallways as much as possible so we don't run into any stormtroopers again."

OOC: Note the map of the facility.

"We finish this floor then move up," Jack replied.

"I agree," Talamon said, "but I meant more specifically, which door that we've seen are we going to try next?"

"Head south," Jack said.

"Weren't there stormtroopers to the south?" Connus asked.  "I thought that's why we ducked in here.  The only other unguarded doors I saw were to the east, two sets of them.  It might be easiest to try the first set."

OOC Fine, so I'm bad with remembering what we've established.

"East, then," Jack said, irritably.

They carefully exited the medical bay and made their way to the first door to the east. When they opened it and entered, they saw that it was just a storage room with four storage containers scattered around it.

OOC: Note updated map.
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"Oh well, this is great!" Connus exclaimed.  "A storage room is really where we needed to go."

"Maybe the crates have something in them," Talamon said hopefully.

Connus sighed and everyone started searching through the crates.  Unfortunately, the only things they found were a couple of glow rods and a power pack.

OOC: Any comments?

"Keep moving," Jack said.

Not even bothering to gather the common supplies, the group moved onto the next door.  When they opened it, they found that the bulk of the room was taken up by computers and other communications arrays. The far wall jutted outward slightly to make room for a massive computer column, which obviously formed the base of the satellite dish attached to the top of the facility. Blinking lights and flashing monitors indicated that the station was obviously in constant communication with someone, and displays showed sensor readouts from around the station and elsewhere on Felucia.

There was one comm operator directly across from the door, but with his back to the door, facing his station.  He didn't seem startled at the opening of the door, and in fact had not yet even turned around to see who had entered.  There were also two more operators farther into the room near the computer column.  All three wore dark gray uniforms and an Imperial Army helmet, with a blaster pistol holstered at their hips.  Additionally, a datapad and other communications equipment were tucked in pouches attached to their belts, giving the impression that they were both soldiers and technicians.

Standing behind the pair of comm operators was a young officer with a scowl on his face who looked like he was itching for a fight.

OOC: Roll for Initiative.

OOC 12+8=20

OOC: You guys get a Surprise Round.  Too bad none of you had your weapons drawn.  You only get 1 std, 1 move, or 1 swift action.

Urb'n drew his lightsaber in preparation for what he knew would end up being a battle.

OOC: Note the update to the map, showing allies' and enemies' locations.

Jack drew his weapon and readied himself to fire as soon as he had a clear shot.
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Talamon reached out his hand, using the Force to slam the closest comm operator.  The blow overturned the guard's chair, knocking him on the floor, and knocking the wind out of him.  When Connus glared at him, Talamon said defensively, "What?  It looked like he was going to sound an alarm." Connus quickly drew his pistol before any of the Imperials could react.

The winded comm operator got up, still a little stunned and looked around to see what had happened.  Urb'n moved in quickly and finished off the guard with his lightsaber.  He then zoomed over to the Imperial officer.

OOC: Jack's turn. Note updated map.