As the repulsorlift beam shut down Tera leapt as high as she could. Her fingers brushed the handle of the hatch but slipped away. Below was certain death. Then a life saving rope shot passed her and locked on to the insides of the starship. Tera grasped the last chance of surviving. The grapple held strong. Lyla had saved her life. Tera pulled herself into the entrance. Lyla and Rynn were able to follow, abandoning the speederbike.

Once inside the ship lurched as the maneuvering thrusters kicked in. The entrance hatch automatically shut as a warning claxon sounded. The entrance bay was four metre by five metre. Two guards lie dead on the floor, their necks broken.

Relieved to see the grappler hold firm and Tera catch hold of the rope, Lyla held it taut for her to climb the rest of the way up into the Handree. Once she'd made, Lyla followed, hauling her way up the cord, hand over hand, boot pressed against boot, trying not to think about how high up they were now, how far, far above the surface of Isis they had to be now. Don't look down. The roaring wind whipped at her tails and her coat, flapping them all over the place. And she was only wearing shorts underneath. Try not to think about that pilot looking up at your legs.

Finally she was through the hatch, grabbing the sides and Tera's helping hand as she pulled herself in. Lyla looked back to see if Rynn made it, and got a rather ghastly view of the ground far below. Lying on the floor, holding the rope steady, Lyla helped Rynn aboard and yanked up her liquid-cable dispenser, just before the hatch slammed shut.

She rolled onto her back, then laughed and laughed. 'Ha ha ha! We made it! Thank the Goddess! Woohoo!' she cheered, glad to be alive and not a splash on the surface of the Isis. Then she realised she laying next to a corpse. 'Cruk.'


OOC:
09:50, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 18 using 1d20+3. climb.

Tera laughed feeling exhilarated at the prospect of being alive. "I'm so happy to be here I'd almost be tempted to fondle your lekku" she sat up on the deck, crawling over to the floor to the dead guards.
Tera frowned as she checked the guards bodies. "You know I know Scouts are independent thinkers, but it seems improbable they managed to overpower these guards and take over the ship. I wonder if they're Naval Intelligence personnel."

Lyla sat up and checked said luscious lekku, unknotting them and half-worried she might have lost the tip in the closing hatch. 'I'm not sure I go that way, but right now I wouldn't say no, babe.' she murmured. She looked over to where Tera had started inspecting the bodies. Heads shouldn't sit like that. 'I'm starting to think you're right. Wilderness scouts would have gone to ground, tried to get a signal out, steal a light, fast vessel. Not launch a commando raid on a heavily defended Rebel base and steal a gunship. If they're not incredibly lucky, they could have planned all this perfectly. One of them at least has got to be some kind of special ops. We might even have a traitor helping them.' Lyla mused glumly. After all, everything had gone far too well for the downed ISC team.

Rynn clutched the cable tightly as he shimmied up the length of it. As the last to go his anchor point on the bike was lost and the rope swung as he climbed up into the ship, and the last thought in his mind was the twi’lek’s legs. As he climbed through the hatch he lay down on the deck, visibly shaking. As odd as it was, he really didn’t like heights. He was fine when he has a ship, or a bike under him. He trusted his skills piloting different craft, but dangling under a ship by a rope wasn’t something he wanted to do again. As the shaking subsided and Lyla cursed he looked around. Seeing the bodies for the first time he drew his heavy blaster from its holster. He half rolled up on his feet, and looked around for the nearest computer. He’d tap into trying to figure out what was going on with the ship.



10:09, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 11 using 1d20+7. Use Computer.

Tera drew her pistol, moving to the interior to get an idea of what it looked like just outside the room they were in. She crouched low to the ground. "Remind me next time we stop anywhere to get more grenades." She looked back at the guards "Lyla, you might want to search them and see what was taken from them, if anything."

The small entrance bay had one blast door leading into the ship. When Rynn went to open that door he found that it was locked. Without a security kit Rynn tried his best, plugging with his bracer computer. He tried to bypass the security on the door for around one minute before he realised that his attempt was a failure.

"Frackin Frack." Rynn said trying to hack the door... but it wasn't going well. He kept at it, but wasn't confident. "They mucked up the system." He said, trying to cover up the fact that he just wasn't getting the door in a timely matter.


14:27, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 16 using 1d20+7. 2nd attempt if possilble .

"let me help you" Tera said and moved to help Rynn.

13:34, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 24 using 1d20+9. Use Computer.

True to Rynn's excuse it soon became clear to Tera and Rynn that someone must have tampered with the lock. The door wasn't going to open upon command. The lock was going to have to overridden.

OOC Knowledge - Technology checks.
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'Search for something that's not there?' Lyla asked Tera incredulously. Nevertheless, she went over to the two corpses and began to rifle through their pockets. 'Sorry, mates.' she muttered. She looked for anything of use or what she figured two Rebel guards ought to have — like some kind of key-card judging by Rynn and Tera's failed efforts. 'Come on, we're missing the party.' she urged them. She also scanned the room, looking for some other potential exit. Escaping through an air duct was such a cliché, but right now she'd take it.


OOC: Search the guards for what they have and what they don't have, and the room: Perception 26
08:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 26 using 1d20+8. perception.
I'll drop my temporary FP on this while I've still got it, for Perception 30.
08:31, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 4 using 1d6. temp FP.

Tera growled at the keypad as she stepped back from it. "Looks like we're stuck here for the time being." she sat on the ground watching Lyla search the bodies "Yes, you know. What did the bad guys take with them. Might be how we find them in the end."

OOC:I don't have Knowledge:Technology.

'I don't exactly know what's supposed to be in a Alliance guard's pockets.' Lyla returned testily


OOC: You can make it untrained.
08:47, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 6 using 1d20+4. untrained technology.
Though, uh, not like that. :)

Tera moved back to the lock, trying to figure out a way past it. "I don't know, blasters, identity card, keys, power supplies, handcuffs, first aid kits."

19:52, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 21 using 1d20+5. Know:Tech. my + is only 4 not 5 so it's a 20.

Rynn closes up his bracer, not knowing how to get through the door, but seeing that Tera has it under control feels a little bit better. "This day has DEFINITELY not gone as planned." he said sighing. "I had a date after my shift at the cantina." He looked at his chrono. "Yep not gonna make it... if you can't crack it lets blast it down."

The small entrance bay served as an airlock so Lyla's saw no alternative way out except the door out of the ship or the door in. The weapons and passkey had been taken from the dead Rebel guards.

Tera huffed as she played with the locking mechanism. "Ok, I've got an idea of how this works. They've jammed this system and recoded it. I have to figure out what code they used. Anyone remember what the ident code of their ship was? We're looking for 5 digits between 1 and 5 each, each digit only used once."

Tera tried a few random combinations of numbers trying to puzzle it out.
12345
13245
13254
13425
13452
13524
13245
working her way through the list.

Lyla looked up from the bodies. 'Well, they don't have weapons or passkeys.'

She looked incredulous as Tera started tapping out numbers. 'There's got to be thousands of numbers. And what if it locks you out?'

She activated her comlink and tried to contact Klyn, T3-M8, or even Oglo. 'Hey, anyone reading me? We're trapped in some kind of airlock, the door lock's jammed. Little help?'

Oglo actually answers his comlink.  'Have you tried ... hrmmm...holding your breath .... hummmm....and waiting patiently .... hrmmm... for help to arrive?  I'll tell maintenance... hrmmm... to let you out.  Don't know how long... hrmmm...  it will take.  Everyone should be... hrmmm... preparing to .... hrmmm... evacuate.'
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"Acutally, 5 digits of 1-5 with each digit used only once is only 120 combonations. 5*4*3*2*1=120... so that should only take around 2-3 minutes to try them all." Rynn said doing the math in his head. "It shouldn't take too long to try them all out." He said watching the woman trying them all. "Hey ask him if the ship is leaving atmo... if it does and they pop that air lock we will all be all stiff and frozen." He glanced back at Tera. "No preasure."

"I'm working as reasonably as I can. I suspect they're likely to know we're here, so the threat of them popping the outer door is a real one...unless one of you two goes and makes it so they can't?" Tera said as she continued through the combinations.

'Five digits, non-repeating? Well, someone needs a lesson in password security.' Lyla commented dryly. Finally they'd had a stroke of luck, or rather, a dash of less bad luck. They were still trapped in an airlock in a ship leaving atmosphere.

Then she got a response from Oglo, though not much of one. 'Oglo! Where are you? We're on the hijacked ship. And no, we can't wait for maintenance! Did you see where Klyn and the droid went?'

Lyla pulled out of her pack the vacuum mask she'd looted from the downed scout-ship. 'Glad they left this behind.' she muttered. It was a small emergency measure, but wouldn't give complete protection against vacuum. There was only one. Someone would get to live ten minutes longer than their friends. 'Tera, put this on.' she ordered, tossing it to the doctor.

She went over to the outer door, the hatch they'd just climbed through, and grabbed hold of the liquid cable, wrapping it around her forearm. If the grapple held, she wouldn't get sucked out of the ship in a hurry. 'Any ideas, Rynn?'


OOC: Do the dead guards have anything left of interest?

Also answering his comlink Klyn spoke with his voice down
"We managed to get into the engine part.  We will try to prevent them from running. I will ask T3 to see if he could help you with the door"

There is a bit of silence and static before he added:

"Can you give us some data on where is that door? floor level, numbers on or above the door?"
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Tera looked at the mask quizzically "I think you'd better put the mask on yourself. We're going to need someone strong to pull us through when I open the door." Tera closed her eyes for a second before reopening them and retrying all of the possible combinations as quickly as she could.

OOC:Just narrative here.

Rynn snapped his fingers and tug in this utility belt, pulling out two items, the laser wielder and the power prybar. He tossed the wielder and goggles to Lyla. "Don't let that hatch open." he said then got to work on prying open the door.
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The dead guards were in Rebel uniform, blast helmet and vest. Little else was on their bodies. Quick to try and open the door Tera immediately had a go at breaking the code. To try any combination however meant reprogramming the door control, not a simple matter of typing in the numbers. It took Tera three minutes to make her first attempt of 1 2 3 4 5. The lock did not open first go.

OOC Mechanics and Use Computer checks from Tera and Rynn.

Tera groaned at the door in frustration. "T3 did the Imperial vessel have any reference in the databanks to a 5 digit number, 1 through 5, each number can only be used once." Tera tried the next combination in line.

17:50, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 20 using 1d20+9. Use Computer.
I'm farily sure Mechanics is trained only.

'Thanks, Klyn. We're at the bottom floor of the ship, some kind of airlock where the turbolift went in,' She read off any identifying information she found on the airlock hatch. 'Hope that helps.'

She looked back to Tera and the vacuum mask. 'I ain't strong. But we're going to need someone to keep tapping that panel and fix us up afterward more. Put it on.' she repeated.

She pulled Rynn's welding goggles over her head and tails, adjusting them over her eyes, then took up the laser welder. Now, how do I work this thing... She hit the on switch and a burning laser lanced across the room and scored the metal wall. 'Frack!' Trying again, Lyla directed the welding laser around the edges of the hatch, trying to fuse them together. It was a tricky task to hang from the grappler cable with one hand and use the welder with the other, but she steadily got the hang of it.


OOC: I'm not trained in Mechanics, so this is just an Intelligence + 1/2 level check: 13
09:13, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+4. int check.

10:21, Sun 30 Mar 2014: Rynn Culmar rolled 16 using 1d20+7 ((9)).

Replying over his own comlink, Olgo says, "Oh, I stayed... hrmmm... at Rebel Port.  Hopeless to stop... hrmmm... Imperial scouts.  Hrmmm... better to help... hrmm... families evacuate.  Stuck in Rebel ship?  Hmmm... I could speak... hrmmm... to people here... hrmm... see if they know... hrmmm... those codes."
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"No, this is an Imperial system that's kind of bolted on to the existing door lock. For them even to have this kind of gear suggests they're not really Scouts." Tera replied. She sighed at Lyla's comment. "If they really want to kill us, I could try maybe one more combination before we all lose consciousness from lack of oxygen. Is that worth it? With 119 left to try?"

'Yes.' Lyla answered flatly. It was a cold and simple mathematics, well known to the harsh world of Ryloth. It was the process of choosing who would live and who would go without, balanced for the best outcome. Lyla knew it well. Mum had thrown her into the freezer, leaving herself to die in the heat-storm. Lyla had faced her own doom in battling the Gutretree. She grew angry at Tera's protests; did she really have to argue for her own death? She kept working at welding the hatch shut, answering over the comlink. 'You're the healer, so you get to live a little longer. If you survive, you can heal us after. If not, you heal other people. That's how it works. Please.' The last word was pleading Tera to just do it and stop making Lyla think about this.

Tera glanced at Lyla ready to start an argument, but she could tell that Lyla was being serious. She had no idea why Lyla was being so insistent. She didn't feel as though the reasons were anywhere near as valid as Lyla, but she slipped the breather mask around her neck so she could put it on in a fractions of a second if she needed to. "Ok." she said softly as she continued her work on the door.

Ineptly Lyla tried to seal the airlock door to stop them from all being thrown out into space once the Corellian gunship was out of atmosphere. Her work was poorly done and probably doing more damage than good. Meanwhile Tera continued to try and break the code on the Imperial lock.

Tera's shoulders slumped. "Strike that, there are six possible slots, each using 1 through 6. That's....way too many to be working with." Tera sounded depressed. "T3, can you revise the search parameters for anything to do with the Imperial vessel or personnel with the numbers 1 through 6 each number used once." Tera glanced at the others trying not to let the worry show as she started back on the locking mechanism.

'Damn it.' Lyla swore as her welding laser just seemed to melt through something that was probably important and keeping them alive. The heat and stress was getting to her, and she no idea what she could do to get out of this. Tera's news didn't help. She gave up, switched off the beam, and slid the goggles up onto her head. 'This is getting nowhere. Rynn, you got a fusion cutter in there? Can you try cutting through the lock or the door?'


OOC: Did Lyla see any special numbers while search the Wanderer? I can't see anything skimming the thread. Wisdom check? 9.

Both Rynn and Lyla didn't have the correct skills or right tools to make any real impression on either airlock. A thermal detonator would probably only leave a little carbon scoring.

None of the trapped Rebels can remember see any special numbers. From what Tera can deduce the Imperial locking mechanism is placed on the lock and can be programmed with any number.

Lyla swore, cursing the universe for their situation. They were trapped in this airlock, to starve or suffocate, or to wait for the ISC commandos to realise they were here, arrest them as Rebels or flush them into space. Was this how it was all going to end? 'Why would they even choose a guessable number? They could have just mashed in something random. They're not coming back this way after all.' She supposed they could take a cutter to the lock itself, but if it broke and stayed locked, then they would have no chance of getting out. She began pacing the airlock like a caged beast, hating feeling so confined, wanting desperately to be free.

Tera shook her head. "Look, I need you two here helping me with this. The way this works. We try a combination. I can only see one part of it. I need you two to help. When we get a part of it right....we can lock in that number, but if we want out of here any time soon, it needs to be all of us."

Tera started her reassembly of the lock mechanism

124365


22:30, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 15 using 1d20+4. Knowledge(tech).
 

Trying a different solution Tera eliminates another code as she can identify that none of the numbers are in the correct slots.

OOC Have another go.

Lyla joined Tera at the door, doubtful she could do much to help. A life on the streets and in the desert didn't give her much experience with electronics and mathematics. She watched Tera work for a time, finding something naggingly familiar, then exclaimed 'Goddess, I think I know this game. We used to play something this like in the caravan, with rocks. What have you tried so far? Okay try this,' Getting involved, Lyla entered a new sequence: 653421, mostly the reverse of Tera's.


OOC: Is this the current sequence?

124365
653421

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After a moment of thought Lyla grasped how the Imperial code worked. Enthusiastically the Twi’lek encouraged Tera to have another go. Tera programmed in the new code and was satisfied with a soft binging sound which meant that one part of the code was correct. They had now been in the airlock nearly ten minutes.

OOC Everyone Knowledge – Technology checks DC15 to identify which number is in the correct place.

Also a second Knowledge – Technology check for something completely different.

OOC: I'm untrained, so I don't if this counts: Knowledge (technology) 16 to ID number, and 19 for the other one.
17:26, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 16 using 1d20+4. know: tech.
17:26, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 19 using 1d20+4.

07:35, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 19 using 1d20+2. Knowledge tech.

07:34, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 20 using 1d20+2. Knowledge tech.

With the correct number locked in place it was simply a matter of time until they got all the others correct.

06:46, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 19 using 1d20+4. Knowledge:Tech.

06:46, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 22 using 1d20+4. Knowledge:Tech.

Everyone managed to identify that the 5 was in the correct place and locked that digit in place. They only have to find the correct location of the other five numbers now. It was as Tera began to programme a new code that the three of them were suddenly thrown to the floor or against the back wall of the airlock. The airlock was claustrophobic and had no viewports to see outside with but they all knew what it felt like when a frigate went into hyperspace.

Tera looked at the others with alarm. "We need to stop this ship before we get to anywhere with Imperial influence."

Next combination

361245

11:06, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 9 using 1d20+4. knowledge:Tech. Edit...I had to fail sometime.
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OOC Another one correct. Technology check to confirm which one. The Technology check is open to everyone in the airlock.
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"If they leave get above the crystals they can off a message." Rynn said, a bit worried.



16:00, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 21 using 1d20+2. tech.

Whilst they were in hyperspace communication was impossible but when they came out of hyperspace the Imperials would be able to reveal the location of the hidden Rebel base.

Looking at the lock Rynn was that the 4 was in the right place. So the code so far was -5--4- only four numbers to go.

Tera breathed a sigh of relief as she set for another series of combinations. "I would say third times the charm, but we're already well past that."

651342


15:17, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 13 using 1d20+4. Knowledge:Tech.

Certain of success Tera programmed in the final combination. With a satisfying clunk and then a whoosh the door lock released and it slid open. Through the airlock was the Handree's Belly Hold.

Lyla watched on anxiously as Tera and Rynn worked through the remaining combinations, helping where she could but finding they already had a good idea of how to work the puzzle lock. As the door finally opened, she breathed an immense sigh of relief, snatching up the laser welder and her cable-gun, then dashed through the door with others. 'Ha ha! Good work, Tera.'

She tapped her comlink, telling Klyn, T3-M8 and Oglo the good news. 'Hey, we finally got out. Looks like we're in the Belly Hold.'

She rolled up her cable and grappling hook and stuffed it back in her pack, and passed the two FastFlesh MedPacs to Tera. 'Oh, here, you should have these.'

Next, Lyla turned her attention to the floor, looking for any sign of the ISC team. Tracking aboard a ship was difficult and different from on land, but not impossible. Someone could leave dirty footprints, or clean footprints in dust. They could move things and drop some litter. Unfortunately, the Imperial Scouts knew better than that.


OOC: Giving Tera my the two FastFlesh MedPacs found in the Wanderer, Threats of the Galaxy p54, "As Medpac except +5 Treat Injury on First Aid"

Perception (tracking) 18, rerolled to 12 (Why did I do that?!)

Rynn smiled when the door took the code and they heard the whoosh as the door open. Rynn took his wielder from Lyla and replaced it and the prybar back on his belt pouch. "Nice now we got to stop this ship early. There is no telling where we are heading but I'm pretty sure it's not a rebel friendly port. " he said quietly. He drew his heavy blaster from the holster went through the door. He looked around at the ship, looking for what would be the path that would logically lead to the bridge.

When he found what he thought to be the path, he began moving down it, trying to stay quiet.


15:13, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 17 using 1d20+2. stealth.
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Tera nodded "Yes, we need to stop this ship from making an Imperial port." She paused for a moment "A ship like this has to have a lot of crew right? T3 are there any areas of the ship that are using much more life support than normal?"

Answering Lyla's call, Klyn's voice can be heard on the communicator

"Good to know. We were afraid we lost you.  We had some time to do a little digging, ship's plan and other data.  T3 is currently courting the ship's computer.

There is my suggestion:

I think we should approach things by two angles. We are already on deck 3 where the communication control are. You are Deck 5. The hyperdrive controls are on deck 4. You should try to make your way there.  I suppose Rynn has some skills with those, as a pilot.

We will go and destroy their communication center, in case we can't stop them soon enough.
What do you think?"
He finished, both for 'his' team and the others.

Lyla agreed with Klyn, responding 'Yeah, disabling communications is good. That'll stop them getting a message out. And if we run into an Imperial ship, maybe they'll attack us instead. That should keep the ISC off the main space routes and away from Imperial bases, slow them down a little.'

'If you can cut the engines too, that'd also help.'

'And yeah, taking the controls is good. We should find at least one of them there.'

'There's four of them: Pilia Tonth, captain; Ishale Meahonon, astronavigator; and two gunners, Rengor Talke and Sona Lerenga. You've seen the descriptions. They'll probably hang by the bridge. The engineer and pilot died on the Wanderer, so we've got that over them. But be careful. We're starting to suspect there's some kind of commando on the team, or else a traitor among the Rebels. They've been very clever and well equipped so far.'

'Lyla out.'

Her message complete, Lyla followed Rynn, moving as quietly as one used to hunting in the wilderness.


OOC:
08:54, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 19 using 1d20+10. stealth.

Tera followed behind the others, trying to be as quiet as was possible, but not doing a great job of it. "Where are we going?" she asked, not having any idea where the group was heading.


07:22, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 11 using 1d20+2. stealth.

'Deck 4, hyperdrive controls. Right, Rynn?' Lyla answered.

From the Belly Hold the three of them jumped into a turbolift and went up to Deck 4. From the Belly Hold they were in the centre of the gunship. On Deck 4 they found themselves in the Droid Storage & Maintenance workshop. The corridors were quiet and unoccupied. On Isis the starship's crew had not been onboard whilst its precious cargo of medical supplies were being loaded.

Lyla glanced around the workshop, wondering if there were any droids that could be reactivated and made to help them. Well, that was a problem for Klyn and T3-M8 to sort out when they had time. She kept more of an eye out for any useful tools or weapons, anything to give them an edge against the ISC team.


OOC: Searching the workshop for goodies: 23
11:51, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 23 using 1d20+8. perception.

The Handree was in dock for resupplies. Much of which had been completed before the Imperial team hijacked it, so the workshop had a full stock of tools and spares, including maintenance and labour droids. Whatever Lyla wanted from a droid workshop she would find if she spent long enough.

OOC What exactly does Lyla want and how long is she willing to search for?

OOC: Weapons or grenades, and a few minutes?

A search through the inventory and a look around the workshops and stores finds no weapons or grenades. Neither the Empire nor the Alliance made use of military droids, droids were used by both armies for auxiliary support only.

Tera looked around for anything which might be useful in breaking into the bridge or other locked doors. "Maybe we should look for an Armoury." Tera suggested. "but after we break the hyperdrive."

Whilst Lyla looked for weapons Tera did a general scan of the rooms and the inventory. The shut down droids she saw were CLL-M2 Ordance Lifter droids, ASP Labour droids, WED Treadwell Repair droids and KDY-4 Tech droids. Various pieces of utility gear were stored away or on display they included repulsor pads, tool kits, droid diagnostics and plenty of restraining bolts and droid callers.

Lyla grabbed a spare toolkit; after using Rynn's welder, she wondered if it might come in handy after all. 'Yeah, if the crew had any sense, they'd have locked the Armoury. Let's get moving again.' Lyla agreed, stuffing the kit in her heavy pack and heading out the door.


OOC: I'll grab a second toolkit in case we get locked in again or need to bust in anywhere.

"Couldn't we use the droids somehow?" Tera asked "Some of them are really strong. They might be able to break open some of the doors for us?" Tera didn't really know if they could or not, it was just a thought.

Lyla mused on the droids. She was far from being an expert on this sort of thing. This was an issue for Klyn and T3-M8, and it was frustrating that they were separated.. 'We could, but how long would it take to power them up and get them to accept our commands? Besides, they're probably in the shop for a reason. I dunno. Could one of them get us through locked doors?'

Tera shrugged "I don't know but they're a part of the crew. They're likely to be granted access by the security system and if they're not then they're going to be stronger than we are." Tera started the initiation sequence for one of each of the types of droids. "Follow me"

Not entirely sure if this would work or not, Lyla followed Tera's lead, going around to what appeared to be complete droids and looking for some kind of on switch on each. She activated them as best she could, and stood back to see their handiwork, hoping they hadn't started some kind of droid mutiny.

Soon Tera had four droids activated and ready to command. Accustomed to being given orders they all lined up behind her, none spoke or made any noise except the sounds of their motors and metal feets on the ship's gangway, all except the Treadwell which ran on a tracked system of locomotion. None of the droid seemed to be slow in movement though so they would not have to reduce their speed to keep them near.
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"All droids follow me. We are heading to the armoury." Tera said. "The door security mechanism is faulty and needs repaired."

Obediently the droids accepted Tera's orders and waited patiently to follow her.

Lyla was impressed to see all the droids activate and line up to follow Tera like a little army or troupe of performing animals. 'Nice work.' She had a go at giving them instructions herself, the better to have them accept her as on their side and in a position to command them 'This ship's been invaded and seized by hostile intruders. Contact the astromech T3-M8 for details. We want you to obstruct them if you can.'

None of the droids possessed vocabulators or comlinks so stood mutely as Lyla gave them their new orders.

'...Well, okay, carry on.' Lyla said after the distinct lack of response.

Tera walked towards the armoury leading the ragtag collection of droids.

Looking around the Droid Storage area Tera can see the turbolift they came up, a corridor to General Maintenance and a corridor to Auxiliary Systems. Unfamiliar with the design and layout of the gunship which way is she going to head in search of the armoury?

Tera paused looking at the others in her team. "The only real ships I know well are Star Destroyers. Do any of you know where the armoury is on this thing? Or should we just go to auxiliary controls and turns the ship around?"

Lyla shrugged and activated her comlink. 'Klyn, T3-M8: do you know where the armoury is on this wagon? Have you found a map you can transmit to my datapad?'

Klyn quiclky answered the request:
"Armory in on Deck 1, Far above you and us both.  We just disabled communications and put the brake on the sublight engines.  We are now moving to make them jump out of hyperspace... This might take a bit longer to do it safely, though."

with some luck, they should receive data from T3.

Lyla glanced to Tera to see if she got that. 'Bit far, but thanks... By the way, we activated a bunch of droids here. Cargo movers, technicians. Let us know if you need 'em to do anything.'

Transmitted from T3-M8 the map of the Handree is received on Lyla's datapad. Lyla can see that they are currently at Droid Storage on Deck 4. Whilst looking at the map they hear footsteps in the corridor outside.

Tera's eyes widened as she drew her blaster as quickly as she could, looking around for cover she headed for somewhere where she might have some protection. "It might be one of them" she hissed to Lyla and Ryn. "Uh...come out into the open or we'll just throw in a thermal detonator."


13:00, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 24 using 1d20+9. deception.
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At the wrong time, Klyn's voice can be heard on the communicator.

"Guys, we have some bad news: they sabotaged the hyperdrive nav system before we reached it.  No chance of getting it to work from here.  T3 told me the computer are all responding to the main unit on the bridge, so that's our new destination. Try to get there as quickly as possible. I'm afraid we might encounter some resistance."
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Rynn had his heavy blaster drawn as they moved about ship. He listened to the orders he shrugged, not really knowing what else they could be doing, aside from storming the bridge.


When he heard the footsteps, he immediately hide and tried to flank whoever was approaching.



18:20, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 22 using 1d20+2. stealth.

Lyla was looking over the map when her pointed ears heard the footsteps. Shoving the pad back in her pocket, she whipped up her rifle to cover that direction. Something told her the scouts would have heard them talking and waking up the droids, and so wouldn't be stomping about so openly — unless it was for a distraction. She spun to face their rear, but they were more or less confined in the Droid Storage room, then dashed for cover.


OOC: Stealth 26, Perception 13
10:26, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 26 using 1d20+10. stealth.
10:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+8. perception.
10:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+8. perception reroll.
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"You won't do that!  I'm standing against the outer bulkhead.  Do that and you'll open this entire section of ship to the vacuum." came the reply in a heavily accented Basic, perhaps an alien voice.

Tera frowned all the Imperials were human. "What species are you?" She hadn't even considered that they might be near the outer hull. It was good that she didn't actually have the thermal detonator.

"My species?", replies the strange buzzy, croaking voice.  "I'm a Quarren!  But don't think that means I'm going to help you!  I'm no criminal like other Quarren!  You ship-jackers have messed with the wrong Quarren.  You thought it would be easy to steal a ship from The Alliance?  Well you have it wrong!  There are dozens of Alliance personnel aboard this ship.  We're getting organized right now to take the ship back from you!"

"We are the Alliance personnel sent here to recover the ship." It felt true, though Tera had not received the full backing to join the Rebellion and in fact, was seen as an embarassment and something to be hidden, so she felt that intent was fair. "I'm going to come in where you are and see you. Please keep your finger off the trigger." Tera stood up from behind cover putting her blaster away and headed towards the room slowly.

Lyla swiftly stepped out and halted Tera, then called out, incredulous, 'You? A Quarren? What kind of self-loathing Quarren are you, to call your own people criminals?' She wasn't aware of any great Quarren crime movements to justify the statement, not like those among the Twi'leks. 'Me, I'm a proud Twi'lek.'

Keeping the supposed Quarren talking, Lyla tried creeping out into the doorway to check the corridor was clear, though walking and talking proved too much for her and she bumped into a tool on one of the work benches, sending it flying with a clatter. Screw it. Lyla peered around the doorway out into the corridor.


OOC: Stealth 11, rolled a 1
08:25, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 11 using 1d20+10. stealth.

Perception 28, rolled a 20, gain a temporary FP, for all the good it'd do right me now
08:30, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 28 using 1d20+8. perception.

The loud noise Lyla makes tells the Quarren just where to point his blaster.  He doesn't remove his finger from the trigger, but he doesn't pull it either.  He is hesitant to shoot, like he has never shot at anyone before.  And what he can see of Lyla doesn't look frightening enough to shoot at.  Nessquik had always pictured his first kill being a Stormtrooper.  He had never counted on it being a shipjacker, and especially not a Twi'lek girl.

The Twi'lek girl was engaging him in conversation.  And uneducated in tactics, the Quarren stood his ground in the middle of the port-side corridor never thinking that the Twi'lek could be creating a distraction for someone else to sneak around at attack him from behind.  Common sense was not one of his strong suits.

"I think you just answered your own question.  The self-loathing kind.  Maybe it's what my Mon Calamari commanders keep telling me about Quarren.  Or maybe it's my father always going on proudly about his criminal past.  You define pride your way, and I'll define it my way.", he replies to the Twi'lek girl.  "Or hey, easier explanation, we define it the same way, which makes you admitting to being a criminal.", he goes on.  The logic of it was strange and it swam around in his head so erratically that even he was starting to get confused by it.  He had his own pre-conceived notions about Twi'leks, but he wasn't rude enough to say it out loud.  One thing Nessquik had sworn himself to be was not as openly prejudiced about another species as Mon Calamari are.  Still, comparing Lyla's definition of "pride" to his father's felt like a prejudiced thing to say.  Nessquik immediately regretted it.  And by all appearances, the situation still warranted it.

Lyla peered around the doorframe and stared at the odd-talking cephalopod-headed being, feeling uncomfortably like she was listening to Oglo ramble on. At least he was quicker. 'Hey, what do you know, he is Quarren.' she called back to Tera and Rynn. She then answered the so-called Quarren with 'Don't trust those Mon Calamari, it's a trap. So, what you mean is: you're not a criminal like your father. Yeah? We all know that feeling, mate.'

'And nah-uh, my people were caravanners and freedom fighters, not criminals. We don't have to be what other people make of us. And we really are Rebels.' Lyla promised.

Tera walked out openly into the corridor "I can whole heartedly confirm the fact that her family were not criminals. Aside from the ones that were. Why are you on board? I was under the impression that the Rebellion left this gunship almost completely unmanned while they were loading cargo. Never mind, that's not important. How do we break into the bridge and stop this ship from reaching Imperial space?"

"Criminals... freedom fighters... same difference.  Anyhow, I'm listening.  It's not like the Mon Calamari were ever very nice to me or gave me the reasonable doubt that I won't go criminal.  Talk convincingly and I would do them the favor of being right about me.", says the Quarren.

He shakes the sleeve of his uniform jacket to draw attention to it.  Right away what becomes visible is that the uniform is shabby and thread bare in spots.  It had started out as a Rebellion Naval Officer's uniform, but by now it has to be second-hand.  The rank and service insignia on the collar and sleeves tell that he's an Ensign in the Supply Corp.  So if cargo was being loaded aboard, he would have been directly involved.

"If you want to get on the bridge, you'll have to blow through the blast doors with a shaped explosive charge.  Your Thermal Detonator won't do it.  And since this ship is loaded with medical supplies, you're not going to find anything more explosive than nitro glycerine... diluted and in pill form.  I was going to program the Treadwell droids to use their cutting torches to cut through the blast doors.  That would take hours though.", replies the Quarren.  "My other thought was to shut down the main reactor.  Something I am hoping the droids know how to do safely.  Not that that helps you get on the bridge, but it would leave the ship dead in space, which gives you more time to cut through the blast doors."  The Quarren does talk a lot.  More so than Oglo ever did.  Talking is likely this Quarren's best suit.

The Quarren begins to stroke his tentacles with his free hand while he thinks.  Is other hand continues to point the blaster at Lyla, but his attention has lapsed.  The Blaster is just a forgotten item with no place else to be.  "Can't just shut down a Fusion Reactor though.  If it loses magnetic containment, the plasma inside will burn straight through the housing and boom!  It has to be powered down slowly and allowed to burn off its fuel.  Of course, if the bridge is manned then they can over-ride the shut down procedure from up there.  So the alternative is to manually close off the hydrogen fuel lines.  When those are all closed, then the reactor will burn off its fuel and gradually the ship will lose power.  And there's nothing the bridge can do about it but come out and manually re-open the fuel valves.  Of course, I'm not going to go crawling around through the engine section to close all the fuel valves.  I was going to make the droids do it."
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Tera nodded "Now that sounds like an excellent idea. I'm afraid I'm not that great on the designs of this ship. Perhaps you should activate the droids needed to do this. If they're all stuck in the bridge, they'll need to come out to fix it and that should give us the opportunity to retake the ship."

Continuing to stroke his tentacles, the Quarren rambles on further without paying any attention to Tera's interruption, "Two problems I can conceive of:

"First, the droids have Integrated Comlinks.  They can receive instructions from the bridge and will regard those as more legitimate commands.  So we will have to delete the old scrambler codes, and input new codes.  Then command the droids to disregard any communications that come in that don't use the new scrambler codes.

"Second, a gunship has Auxillary Fusion Generators to power the Turbolasers.  Those could generate enough power to power the Hyperdrive.  All someone would have to do is reroute Auxillary Power to the Hyperdrive from the bridge.  Sure, it would deactivate the Turbolasers, but you don't need those in Hyperspace.  So we will have to choke off fuel to the Auxillary Generators as well."

Tera glance at Lyla with an amazed expression "Ok, so we're in trouble then. Big trouble. You're telling me the people on the bridge can use the droids we have here against us, that we need to shut all power sources down on the ship and get back into the bridge to make this work. How long does it take to do the code scrambling?"

"That's the easy part.  No need to change the scrambler code, just change the key code.  A new key I can generate with the touch of a button with my Pocket Scrambler.  We just upload the new key to the droids before powering them on.  Don't give them a chance to contact the bridge to ask for instructions.", replies the Quarren.  He then cranes his head as if to try to look over the shoulder of Tera and Lyla into the room behind them.  "Please tell me you haven't started powering them on yet."

'There's a black rycrit in every family.' Lyla muttered, thinking of a certain wheeler-dealer cousin, as she stepped out into the corridor and wasn't immediately shot at. She listened to Tera and the Quarren, and kept stepping out of his line-of-fire while he seemed to have forgotten about his blaster.

She didn't know enough reactors and generators and droids to say a word about the plan, but did drag a hand down her face in dismay at the talk of changing codes. 'Not more codes.' she groaned. 'That's if the ISC team have locked themselves in the bridge. There's no reason to if they think they're alone on this ship. They might be moving about, checking out other areas.'

Then the Quarren asked about the droids. Lyla looked to Tera; she could explain it.

Tera winced "We might have activated a few....can we turn them off again?" she looked hopeful "Ummmm, these Imperial are sneaky and conniving. I don't think they'd be in the bridge. That'd be a bottleneck. They'd do what they need to up there and break it so we can't fix it."

"A bottleneck it may be, but it's also the most secure place on the ship with the possible exception of the Armory.  But you can't fly a ship from the Armory, and that's another bottleneck.  Bottlenecks are easiest to secure.  You only have toe worry about one entrance.", replies the Quarren.  "If you break the bridge controls then the only other place on the ship you can fly it from is Main Engineering.  But that isn't so secure as there are many ways in and out.  Now the droids, the ones you have on need to be given a new key code now before your Imperials realize they have little helpers they can be giving orders to."

Realizing that he probably doesn't need it now, the Quarren puts his Blaster back in its holster.  He's still not sure if these two women really are Rebels.  After all, they're not wearing any uniforms and the only Rebels Nessquik has known have worn uniforms.  But even if they are shipjackers, as he still suspects, he thinks he has earned their trust and proven his usefulness.  It's scary just how much thought Nessquik has put into shipjacking when it isn't included in his duties.  Usually, the closest he comes to shipjacking is inventorying the cargo aboard ships stolen from the Empire by the shipjacking crews of the Rebellion Supply Corp.  He never seriously dreamed he would be promoted to a Rebel crew of privateers.
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Speaking of getting stuck somewhere, they'd been standing and yammering too long while the ISC team had the run of the ship, and Lyla was growing impatient. She decided to get things going again. 'Okay, Tera and New Guy, you two can secure these droids, right? Rynn can stand guard while you work, and I'll scout this deck to make sure we're alone. Sound good?'

"Fine then.  Just don't call me 'New Guy'.  The new guy always gets shot.  I prefer to be called Ness.  But not Nessy.  Nessy is a legendary sea monster of Mon Calamari.  I don't like being compared to a monster.", replies Nessquik with his beak-like mouth jawing away amid a flurry of waving tentacles.  His ice-blue eyes stare away unmoving.  This whole time, they haven't blinked once.  Finally the moisture on his eyes needs to be replenished and he blinks.  Only his two eyelids, though really an opaque membrane, close in from the sides rather than the usual top and bottom for most species.

He then rolls back his sleeves as if to get to work.  In rolling back his sleeves he reveals what he has to work with.  This item must be his most valuable.  It's a wrist computer that has all the functions of a Datapad alone with a Personal Holoprojector.  In addition, he has linked in by cable a Long-range Comlink, and connected to that is a Pocket Scrambler.  It's a nice little setup for the Slicer on the go who doesn't have the room to pack a full-sized personal computer.  With this setup he can connect to a droid to upload programs and instructions, or download any of their data.

His plan is to connect his Wrist Computer to the droids.  Any droid that has an Internal Comlink he will have to upload the decryption program from his Pocket Scrambler as well as a new key code so the droids can understand the commands he will give to them over the comlink.  He then will give them the instructions to disregard any comlink communications that don't use the correct encryption and key code.  That should stop anyone on the bridge telling the droids to stop what they're doing.  Once it is understood who the droids take orders from, then he will send them off on their tasks to go to the Hydrogen Fuel Tanks for the main reactor and auxillary reactors and close the manual cutoff valve.  And then hold them closed so they can't be remotely reopened from Engineering or the Bridge.  To his knowledge about technology, this is effectively the manual shutoff for the reactor.  Within a couple hours, much less time if a lot of power is being used from them to power something that's a power-hog like say a Hyperdrive, the reactors will completely shut down leaving the ship on only emergency battery power.  Loss of power to the Hyperdrive will force it to deactivate and bring the ship out of Hyperspace.  A very dangerous procedure, but given fair warning and no way to stop it from happening, Nessquik expects anyone on the bridge to bring the ship out of Hyperspace in a safe and orderly fashion because they don't want to die.  It isn't a permanent sabotage to the ship though.  It can be easily fixed.  You just have to remove whatever is holding the valves closed and manually pull the lever yourself.  And while he's looking over the droids, he has to find a couple that have plasma cutting torches that can cut through the blast doors to the Bridge.  He also has to make sure there is an Astromech droid in there with a Scomp Link that can fly the ship via the ship's computer in case the Imperials decide to destroy the bridge controls.

Tera shrugged "At least you're not wearing red. Ness. Let's get a move on before they realise we've coopted the droids" Tera had no idea what Nessquik was going to do, but she was going to help.

It was a good plan by the Quarren but as he activated his comlink he discovered that none of the droids assembled had comlinks.

At that time, there is another message from Klyn:

"Hello there. We had contact.  We took care of Meahonon but she was busy sabotaging the consoles when we arrived.  I will let you know how deep in trouble we are once we know more ."

Nessquik finds it both a relief and troublesome that the droids are not equipped with Comlinks.  It is good because then the Imperials on the bridge cannot give them commands.  But it is a problem for him because he cannot give them commands from afar.  He will have to give them their tasks and send them on their merry way.  But if there is a change of plans, or when he needs them to get to repairing the ship, then getting new orders to them will take time.

Upon hearing Tera's Comlink chime in with a message from someone else, Nessquik looks up from his task of programming the droids to do a manual shut down on the reactors.  Worried about what is happening, he asks Tera, "You have other crewmen?  I lied about having more.  My crew left when they were done loading the cargo.  Only I and some guards stayed behind to count the inventory of food and medical supplies.  What controls?  Where at?  They better not have sabotaged the reactor controls.  Without those we won't be able to reactivate the reactor after we have shut it down."

'Don't worry, we've all been shot.' Lyla attempted to reassure Ness. He and Tera went back to deal with the droids, and Lyla moved off the recon Deck 4.

She hadn't gotten far when the message came through from Klyn. She cheered back 'You got her? Great! That's one down, three to go.' Things were looking up.

Lyla kept moving, walking quietly around what seemed to be an engineering deck, first circling the Droid Storage & Maintenance area, then moving forward past other maintenance and storage areas. She peered around each corner, in each room, looked back now and then to confirm she was alone. She then went onto the speeder hangar and the brig. If there was any more crew on board, the ISC might have stuffed them in the brig.


OOC: Just scouting the area, starting forward of the droid shop on Deck 4.
Perception 16, Stealth 17
21:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 16 using 1d20+8. perception.
21:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 17 using 1d20+10. stealth.

Provided with new orders by Nessquik the droids all trundled off to do their duty. Their capacity for engineering would be up to the tasks the Quarren gave them but their behavioural Inhibitors might prevent them completing all he asked as anything which could harm or allow harm to come to any sentient living being would override any other programs.

Exploring Lyla circled around some of the other areas on Deck 4. The Twi'lek did not find anything amiss, any more crews members or the Imperials in General Maintenance, Equipment Storage or the Brig.

Rynn stayed with the Quarren, not fully trusting him yet. "If it wasn't clear before... I'm the Rynn supposed to be guarding you." He said, still holding his blaster in case there was any danger. "If the controls have been sabotaged we can always radio back and wait for help to arrive to fix everything."


He watched the Quarren and droids work for a bit before making small talk. "So why'd you join the rebels?"



OOC: Sorry it's been so long. Been reintegrating and what not. 

Another message is sent from Klyn

"Guys, things aren't good here... The damage is quite severe. We don't know where we fill end up, but we have less than 12 hours before our little trip ends. And there is no way for us to safely stop the hyperdrive either.  Doing it 'brutally' has more chances of getting us killed than just lost in space.

Repairs would take much longer than 12 hours, even with the correct Spare parts.

I'm worried about what we could find once we get out of hyperspace so we better get the ship under control and make sure we have sublight movement, shields and weapons.

It's too bad we are so few, such a ship needs a bigger crew...


Do you have some suggestions?  I could leave T3 to begins repairs, or maybe get our destination from what remains of the nav computer, and try to find the others imperials?

I'm not looking forward making repairs with the constant threat of being attacked...


How are things on your side?"

Lyla continued her recon of Deck, taking a peak in the Forward Hold, before circling back by another way to the Droid Workshop. On the way, she heard Klyn's message and responded 'We found one of the crew, a supply officer, a Quarren named Ness. He and Tera are messing about with the ship's droids, going to get them to help us make repairs and get control... Uh, they can explain it better. I'm doing some recon.'

'How are external communications? Can you disable them? If the ISC are taking us somewhere, we don't want them talking to anyone there. They might call up a star destroyer or something.'

Lyla started moving aft along Deck 4, moving past Auxiliary Systems and Engineering Maintenance, and ending at Engineering itself. She was much more careful in snooping about there, figuring it was somewhere the ISC might be working.


OOC: Stealth, taking 10 for 20.

Going as far as the Forward Hold Lyla pressed the door controls but the door did not open.

"Well, to put it simply, nothing works. We disabled communications and sublight engines -which probably wasn't such a good idea with the current damage. so once we leave the hyperspace, we will be like an huge immobile and silent target."

Answered Klyn.

"Bye the way, where are you exactly?  It appears someone else let a door open: there is something wrong with the forward hold. Do you think they had another ship?"

Tera asked Nessquick "What do they keep in the forward hold?"

"Just what I said earlier: Medical Supplies.  My guess is they want to deny us access to healing, or to chemical components that can be used to make explosives.  Not that I know how.  I'm no chemist.", answers Nessquik to Tera's question.

Then he answered Rynn's question in a cagey manner, "Dad got in trouble with the Empire.  His old employer set us off on Mon Cala.  Other Quarren hated us because my great-granddad left there.  The Mon Calamari offered to help by shipping us off to Neskroff.  My dad didn't like it.  He resents the Rebellion and the Mon Calamari for the destruction caused to the Mon Calamari cities.  But what choice did he have?  They were the only ones offering help.  Me?  I'm grateful.  It's no worse home than the one I knew previously.  Well, less water available so it is worse.  Anyhow, there's a lot less jobs.  Rebellion were the only people hiring."
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'Yeah, I was just there. Doors wouldn't open. Guess that's why.' Lyla responded, relieved the doors had remained firmly closed so she didn't get blown out into space. She'd already had enough of a close-call with that. 'Do you know if we lost anything?' she added after a moment's thought. This ship was meant to be carrying the vital medical supplies for Polmanar. If they'd been flushed out into hyperspace, their whole mission would have been a bust.

She kept moving aft.

"Can we tell where they are by what they break next?" Tera suggested.

"Not completely silent.", replies the Quarren to the male voice he hears emitting from Tera's comlink.  "We still have Escape Pods.  Those have emergency beacons.  If we connect an emergency transmitter by wire to the ship's main transmitter array, then we'd greatly boost the range of the transmission.  We'd just be limited to the kind of message we can send.  Under the circumstances though, the emergency distress message will do nicely."

Ness strokes his tentacles as he pauses in his task of re-programming the droids to shut down the reactor fuel valves, and not think about the consequences that would have.  He continues to think about why they would depressurize the main cargo hold.  He recalls that the cargo was all tied down.  Some of it may have broken loose when the hold depressurized, but it all wouldn't get sucked into space.  Maybe they suspected that someone like him would still be in the cargo hold so they were trying to space him.  And then it occurs to him as he thinks about the ship's deck plan.  "The Main Hold is two decks right below the Bridge.  By cutting through the ceiling of the hold you come up into Navigation.  And from there there's access up to the Bridge.  They have to be holding out on the Bridge!  Why else block off one way onto the Bridge?", he further answers Lyla's question.
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Klyn did not answer Lyla's question immediately as he checked a few things.

"I will take a look, also try to see if there is any surveillance device on the ship.
It would be nice to find the remaining imperials.

T3 is busy working on the Bridge computer, but unless we can safely get access to the various engineering places - and walk around without risking being killed - there isn't much we can do..."

Exploring Deck 4 Lyla found that the Auxiliary Systems, Engineering Maintenance and Deck 4 Engineering were all empty.

After poking her head in Engineering, Lyla had finished her tour of Deck 4. 'Deck 4 is clear. I'm coming back.' she commed to the others, then moseyed on back to the Droid Workshop to see how the others were getting on.
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Klyn's intervened for another report

"Hello there.  Still no news from the remaining imperials?  I tried to find security footage but there is nothing.  I also have no idea about the status of the Forward hold.

I might be able to close it if I manage to get inside... But it's probably not our first priority.

I think I have found a way to get control of the sublight engines back, but it will require long hours of work.

Can you explain what exactly you had planned with the droids?"

"I'd figured the Imperials would have locked themselves in the bridge. I hoped the robots as they're part of the ship would be able to open doors and get access to perform repairs. We can use them now I guess to repair the controls in the bridge and give us some semblance of order." Tera said.

Upon hearing from the Comlink with Lyla that she has completed her sweep of Deck Four and is on her way back, he thinks to pipes up and tells her something.  But the Comlink cuts out before he can speak up.  It's okay though because he won't have long to wait for her to come back.  Once she is back, he tells her, "I need a sweep of the Deck Five Engineering Section, and I need Deck Two checked out as well.  I don't want to send these droids off on their tasks and have them run into the Imperials.  Every droid must safely reach its destination or else my plan won't work.  If these Imperials are every bit as clever as you make them out to be, they won't think nothing of a droid trundling around on Deck Five or Deck Two near the engine access tunnels."

On hearing Klyn ask about what the plan is over the comlink, Ness says to him, "This better be a secure comlink.  One thing they taught me in Officer Training is never explain a plan over an unsecured com channel.  You are the mechanic, yes?  Then you should be able to figure it out.  Is it going to be safe?  No.  But I am counting on the Imperials not wanting to die so they'll do everything they can from the Bridge to keep that from happening.  But then they will have to come out to deal with the droids so they can get back underway."

A small silence followed NEssquick explanation
"I suppose your are the Quarren.  Nice to meet you but ...hum... small trouble with your plan: T3 and I ARE on the bridge.  There was only one imperial present - doing her very best to destroy the computers - and we took care of her.

But until we are done with the most basic repairs, there isn't much that can be done from here... by us or the imperials, should they come back."

Tera turned to the Quarren, making sure her commlink was not broadcasting.. "Ok, so the Imperials have no one else on the bridge. I'll go with Lyla and check out Deck Five, while you try to get the droids online. Don't send them up to the bridge until there's an escort to help them up there to repair the damage. Do you have a weapon?"

Returning to the droid workshop, Lyla responded with her thoughts on the situation, patching into the comlink conference call. 'Don't forget, we have that vacuum mask if we need to get through anywhere they've spaced. It'll save us holding our breath.' she suggested, a little flippantly to avoid the thought that they might well have had to.

'We still have three armed and dangerous commandos running around, and they've had time to get to know and prepare the environment. I don't like us being spread all over the ship, in ones and twos and easy picking, trying to make repairs as they're breaking stuff. It seems like a futile task.'

'We've still got 12 standard hours, or less. I'd rather we focus on taking down the rest of the ISC first, then on fixing up their mess. It's safer for us all.' the scout said, ever pragmatic and focused when it came to matters of survival. She might not be a soldier, but she was even less of an engineer or techie, so she wanted to deal with the enemy directly. She had a scout's approach: exploring the environment and eliminating dangers within it before getting to work.

The Quarren's eyes go wide at the news that Klyn is on the Bridge and not in Engineering as he had presumed.  "Schizsticks!  Those are the panels they destroyed?  Focus your efforts on fixing the Hyperdrive controls, and only to the point that you can safely bring us out of Hyperspace, or we're all dead!", he says out loud so that the open comlink will pick up his voice.

"Okay, so change of plans.  No need to shut down Auxillary Power if we have control of the Bridge, or if the Power Distribution panel has been destroyed.  All our droids can be used to try to shut down the Main Reactor.  But we better be prepared for droid losses because I think they're going to be defending the Engineering section.  It's the only other place on the ship where you can have control.  Seems like a dumb place to hold out though because there's access to it on practically every deck."

Klyn quickly answered again:
"Well, not gonna happen.  Either we get to our destination or we try do shut it down with a VERY high risk of blowing to pieces.  There is no way we can get control over the hyperdrive in less than 11h.

Especially with three imperials doing their best to hinder us.


I plan to get control of the sub-light engines but I'm not very keen on starting to work and walk around for spare parts under the constant threat of being shot dead."
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"Let's all go up there with the repair droids. We should be able to find out what they need to get done to repair the damage right?" Tera suggested.

'I just got in Deck 4 Engineering, no problems, no one was there.' Lyla said to Nessquik when he said the ISC might try to hold it. 'Unless they were on another level.'

She listened with a sense of relief as the others decided to meet up on the Bridge, getting the gang back together and having safety in numbers. 'Okay, Bridge it is. We'll make it our base, take control, secure the droids there, and get to work. And maybe we can talk to Meahonon, see if she wants to tell us anything.' Lyla hoped the ISC scout was going to be sensible and cooperate, she had no stomach or desire for interrogation or torture.

Lyla checked her map, finding a safe, quick route through the ship past places they might want to visit. Once a scout... Fortunately, the droid workshop had two turbolifts inside, which they ought to be able to get the droids in. 'Rynn, how about you and I take the lead, while Tera and Ness follow with the droids? ...If we go up to Deck 3, Sickbay and the Medical Lab are right next door, and Tera can grab anything she needs... Then we can advance forward, clear some rooms, go through Hyperdrive and Power Distribution Control, work there if you want, then go up to the Bridge. Sound good?' She looked around the group to see what they thought. ...Always a tour guide.

OOC Move to 'On the Bridge'.