A return jump was simple maths for the slicing skills of Chu-Shkar and the rest of the crew were able to rest. It wasn't long before they reached the now familiar crystal planet of Isis. The Rebel base welcomed their return and the crew were summoned to see Commander Tallon for their debrief. T3-M8 chirruped happily in greeting to Klyn before Mon Mothma walked out from the commander's office and they were then ushered in.

The commander was holding a holo-disk as they entered and took from Lyla the recording Odrion had given her. He reviewed the disk and nodded his head thoughtfully "We've no time for formalities I'm afraid but my congratulations to you all. You have again done the Alliance a great service. It will be recorded on your records and I shall be henceforth promoting you to Lieutenant Rahn. Now I have another mission for you" he held out the holo-disk for Lyla to take "Lieutenant I need you and your crew to pick up Commander Ackbar, his team and the prototype starfighters they are working on. We need those fighters desperately. The Imperials new Nebulon-B escort frigates have put an end to any raids we can successfully make on any Imperial cargo convoys. These new starfighters will be capable of neutralising that threat. I'm transferring your unit to Commander Ackbar. You must hand this holo-disk directly to him and then follow his orders. Is that clear? Do you have any questions?"

Whatever Tera had done to her must have worked: Lyla slept for days and woke up feeling and looking as good as new, breathing easily and with no scarring or blaster burns. Then again, a razort claw swipe would've been something to show off for the scout.

She was surprised by the news – another promotion, so soon? Or rather, it was an upgrade, they'd made her officer instead. She'd come far from her humble beginnings. Lyla swallowed her embarrassment and feelings of being an impostor, and said 'Thank you, sir.'

She took the holo-disk, already thinking about the mission and seeing some problems. 'We're a small team with a small ship, and only a few of us are trained pilots. Will we need pilots for these starfighters, does Ackbar have them, or are we carrying the parts in our hold?'

The holo-disk taken Commander Tallon walked around his desk and took a seat. He made no motion for anyone else to do so and left the Rebels standing. His fingers tapped at his datapad as he considered Lyla's question "Ackbar has two prototypes. My data indicates you have three pilots capable of flying the starfighters. Ackbar's team will likely consist of trained pilots, I leave that for you to discuss with the commander".

The time it took for them to return was mainly dedicated to healing and resting, but Klyn also inventoried what they had salvaged from the AT-AT.

Thankfully they did take the time to heal while getting back as they almost immediately were summoned for another mission.
Klyn had barely the time to greet T3 and ask him to check the Gold, as he trusted the small droid to find anything they might have missed since the forced shutdown due to the Golden Sun power.

Lyla raised a good point about the pilots and the higher-up response was indeed well informed... but Klyn had hoped he could keep working on the keeping the Gold safe while someone else - a trusted one, of course - was doing the piloting.

He didn't really enjoy the fighters : too small, no room to do some real repairs...

But it was a small price to pay to be able to see... and most probably work on... the rumored prototypes.

Tera was back on her feet in only a few hours. All the bruising and blaster burns all faded to memory. She put all the other crew into healing trances on the way back. "Is any imperial activity expected during this mission, sir? Do they know of the new star fighters?"

Chu-Shkar had scrounged a droid brain and sensor package along with a vocal modulator from a droid he had found in the wrecked swimmer. Fortunately he was able on the trip back to construct a belt that could hold these and together with a spare datapad, he was able to make a translator for his speech.

As they went to the briefing, he was still fiddling with it. powering it up, he asked [Language unknown: "Fiet lothi roonro ro i teroulera ou ncdin? A ameereere estatilin llss e one trulin ioweus p ll dihenencsi."] What came out was: "ARE you grapping me to flu one sir? I don't usually homogenize in the small cockpit of a starfighter." In irritation Chu-Shkar smacked the contraption and growled in frustration. [Language unknown: "Leosat tinproons cean llek lo mass"] Which came out, "STILL wrecking out the insects sir."

Not offered a seat, and not big on the whole military discipline thing, even if a freshly made lieutenant, Lyla did what any twi'lek girl would do and perched her bum on the commander's desk. She tried to peep at the datapad. 'Okay, pilots are taken care of. Chu-Shkar can fly the Gold,' she glanced back to the Wookiee with a smile, glad she could understand him now, more or less, 'While Rynn and Jason can spell Ackbar's pilots as needed.'

She glanced down at T3-M8, mouthing a "hello" to their former droid, but hoping it was indeed the same T3. 'What about astromechs? Should we requisition some?' She knew what her first choice would be.

"Where is Commander Ackbar anyway?' Please not a water world, please not a water world, please not a water world...

"The starfighters have been developed and built in secrecy" Tallon answered Tera. He made no comment to the alternate growling of Ch-Shkar and the computer generated gibberish.

"The quartermaster will be able to provide supplies. Go see her before you depart. Commander Ackbar has his research base in the Roche asteroid field. I've had the coordinates transmitted to the Alabak's Gold astronavigation system."

As the commander sat at his desk his datapad beeped and he looked to the door "I have other business to attend to now Lieutenant . May the Force be with you."

OOC Galactic Lore, Life Sciences and Technology checks for whoever is interested in trying to recall any knowledge of anything.

As before I will allow individual or group requests for the quartermaster, an astromech or medical droid being around the top limit for a group request. Individual requests expected to be lower.

[Language unknown: "Nc proureeau ca waswilred bleicares, T pelothme, e ughounwas p o wetrosie (m k u encstasan preantredand lar istr i stecpr), loni ou halicari ionere entiouati tr eenanyess p iv oul palolo tihi erteivsssa hasentnti Li man."]

This came out as, "I COULD use three things, a blowfly, an upgrade to my computer, (as in an actual computer not just a datapad), and an astromech dude would be useful as they can handle navigation while I fly."

Growling again in frustration, he said [Language unknown: "Isatlaac his reeiad!"
]
Which came out "BOWCASTER you nitwit!"

Rynn clapped his hands rubbed them together at the mention of fighter craft. He preferred flying the smaller quicker craft to the bigger freighters. Silently he made wondered what sort of fighters could take on Frigates. He snapped out of it when Lyla said his name. "Excellent El Tee. Can't wait to fly prototypes. We should get vaccum suits at least if we are going to be out there alot."

Lyla pointed to the waiting T3 droid; after all their missions, there was one astromech she'd trust above all other astromechs. 'Can we have T3-Mate back?' she made her final request to Tallon.

And: "May the Force be with you?" Why do people keep saying that? What did it even mean? Between obstructive and stubborn Jedi and only intermittently helpful corals, she still wasn't so sure this Force thing was a good thing to have with them. Life made so much more sense without it. 'Oh, maybe we'll get lucky. Goodbye, Commander. We'll bring back those starfighters.' She slid off Tallon's desk and led the team out the door. And away, to glory, or something.

'Ell Arr, you mean – oh, right.' she answered Rynn, remembering her new rank. 'Ugh, suits, again. Let's all get them, just in case we need to go outside and push... Mmm, and a helmet that fits my head...'

She clapped a hand on Chu-Shkar's furry back. 'Don't worry, Chu. We'll get you your blowfly.'

She thought about changing blaster rifles. She missed her old DC-15a, lost in an Imperial evidence vault somewhere, but the new SG-4 had been rather satisfying first time out of the box, compact and versatile.


OOC: Knowledge checks:
18:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 11 using 1d20+9. life sciences.
18:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 24 using 1d20+9. galactic lore.

The Roche asteroid field... the name rang a bell in Klyn's mind.

There was of course mention of secrecy, meaning trouble as someone was most certainly aware of what was going on.  Or they wouldn't have to move all those prototypes.

One of the good things from all that swimming adventure was that it had increase his skills for 0-G movements, which might prove useful if he had to get out of the ship to make repairs.

Klyn was quite happy that Lyla mentionned T3 because he had missed the little fellow.
Of course they had now a few skilled people to work with him on the Gold, but he would really appreciate having him back.

The device Chu-Shkar had spend most of his time working on still needed some fine tuning but it was a great improvement from his forced mutism during their last mission.

He was in fact impressed with the programming as a slight change in tune or frequency drastically changed the meaning of the roar. And the program was doing quite well.



17:20, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 17 using 1d20+11.  technology.

17:19, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  galactic lore .

At Lyla's last request Tallon gave T3-M8 an affectionate tap on the top of the droid's head "if you need him take him, make sure to bring him back in one piece. I've grown used to having him around", the droid beeped excitedly and wait for a decision from Lyla.

OOC T3-M8 is worth most of what the quartermaster will be able to offer so any further request will have to be on the modest side.

"Welcome back teammate" Tera said happy to see the droid again. "Uh..,can I have a variety of grenades?" She asked when it came to requests.

IOC: for die roller results please look in the die roller. I'm posting from a tablet and it crashes chrome when I try to copy/paste

'So have we,' Lyla answered Tallon, then waved to T3-M8 with a fond smile. 'Come on, little guy. But don't get underfoot.'

Out in the corridor, she recalled 'I think the Roche asteroids are home to the Verpine, insectoids. Anyone had any experience with them?


OOC: What does Lyla know of the Verpine? Anything important or secret, or can I just raid Wookieepedia?
19:53, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 24 using 1d20+9. life sciences - verpine.
19:54, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 22 using 1d20+9. galactic lore.

OOC I checked the Wookieepedia entry for Verpine, there's not a lot there. I'm happy for any character to do some research on the holonet and learn what's in the entry.

"Nice to have you back, lad" said Klyn when T3 was once again recruted.

"I don't know much about them but what I heard make we very eager to get there.
Like you said, it's an insectoid race.  And more importantly, they are rumored to be very skilled in all maters related to ships and technological advances.

I am very much looking forward to see what the combined skills of the Mon Calamari and the Verpine created."

As Klyn talked Rynn tapped away at his bracer computer, checking the holonet for anything else he could come up with. "Yep, all that seems to check out." He said, seeing an entry that talks about Verpine. "It seems that they are also a hive based society. So we need to watch out with pissing them off. Hives can be tricky."

'I know, I kicked an anthill once.' Lyla answered ruefully. She recalled some interesting factoids she'd learned about Verpine. 'They have some kind of natural radio communication, and a hive-like total democracy. But they're pacifists, tech-focused... So we shouldn't have a problem with the Verpine. They might even be helpful to us, with parts or repairs, and they're sympathetic to the Rebellion... Provided we don't piss them off.' She didn't figure anyone in the current group would be antagonistic to the Verpine, or the Verpine to be antagonistic toward them, but if anything did happen, then Rynn was right – they'd make a lot of enemies very fast.

The Rebel base was its usual bustle of activity, the crew of the Alabak's Gold were greeted warmly and hailed as heroes by many, fellow soldiers, technicians and families alike.

At their arrival at the stockmaster's office she smiled at their return and checked her datapad "on loan. Eight underwater breathing suits and two SG-4 blaster rifles" she read aloud before she offered a welcome "Lieutenant Rahn the commander said to expect you. How can we serve you?"

Lyla had to admit – the heroes' welcome felt pretty good. She felt appreciated, like she was needed and was doing good work. More, meeting these people showed what was fighting for. So she waved back, called greetings, shouted encouragements and jokes, to build camaraderie.

At the quartermaster's office, she made an embarrassed face. 'I'm afraid those suits came back with a few holes in them... They match up with the ones in me.' She gestured for a droid to transport the container out of the Alabak's Gold. 'Maybe you can recover some parts off 'em.'

'But I really liked my SG-4. D'you think maybe I can keep it? Unless you have a better suggestion for vacuum work?'

On a datapad, she began filling out a requisition form. 'Otherwise, we're looking for a portable computer, a medical interface visor, vacuum suits – flight suits or space suits, which would you recommend? Enough for all of us, and some spares. And this T3 droid right here.' She pointed a thumb at T3-M8, then looked around the team. 'Anything else? Ah, we'll need more medpacs!'
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Chu-Shkar gives Lyla a dirty look at her comment.

Later in the Supply office, he adds to Lyla's list.

[Language unknown: "Enpa'eith."] Chu-Shkar growls out. "BOWCASTER!" comes out of his translator.
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At Lyla’s explanation the quartermaster let out a sigh “well there’s not a great demand for the swimsuits, we should be able to get them repaired for next time” she made a mark on the record on her datapad to indicate the damaged stock then returned her attention to Lyla. At the proffered blaster rifle the quartermaster instinctively began to check its condition with an easy efficiently she confirmed it was in working order before she laid it on the counter ”a good rifle, reliable in nearly any environment. I’ve got maybe a couple of choices you might be interested in” she walked among the shelves and crates behind her counter and returned pushing a repulsorsled with a stack of seven boxes.

The first box was dented and corroded on the corners “not much demand for this model, a rifle for someone who appreciates precision and marksmanship” she lifted from the box various parts of different sizes. Quickly she assembled the parts into long-barrelled slugthrower rifle "Czerka Adventurer, designed for high accuracy at long range. The firing chamber fills with a rich oxidizer as the bullet fires. Also can be packed away small" she added as she disassembled the rifle as quickly as she'd built it. Packed away she pushed the old box out of the way and showed Lyla a newer and more common model, what looked at first glance like a regular blaster pistol "DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System, common during the Clone Wars. Can be switched from rifle to sniper to anti-armour. You take you pick"  she laid out three different attachments designed to be fitted to the muzzle of the pistol like weapon. The quartermaster looked up before she could pack away the ICWS as Chu-Shkar growled and his translator yelled. Interrupted she nodded and picked up another crate and revealed the familiar looking but uncommon weapon, a fusion of modern and ancient technologies "Wookiee bowcaster. I don't think I ever seen one fired outside of the practice range. You sure you know how to handle it" she asked as she put the bowcaster on the desk for the team to examine.

Other boxes were opened. A backpack which contained a portable computer. A high tech piece of headwear and goggles, a medical interface visor. Four orange flight suits of varying sizes. The last box contained six fastflesh medpacs, the quartermaster shook her head as she pushed them across the counter "don't tell the commander" she whispered as the cost of the requisitions were already over their given allowance "so you used all twenty medpacs you took on the last mission? That must have be one ugly fight" she said with a note of respect and awe.

'Ooh.' Lyla looked over the rifles on offer with keen interest and expert appraisal, picking them up, testing weight and balance and feel, and checking over the specs compared to what she was used.

The Czerka Adventurer: 'Nice, but I figure I supply the accuracy, while I always need more stopping power. Slugthrowers are noisy too.' she decided, not sold on it. 'Besides, I've simply got nothing to wear with it.' she added in wry irony and put-on high-class tones.

The DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System: 'Oh, momma like!' she gasped, eyes bugging and tails almost on end. 'I only saw this in catalogues, but the cost— After what I did to earn my DC-15a, I didn't dare try for the DC-17m... Mmm, standard blaster rifle, beautiful sniper option, and, ah! grenade launcher... I think I've found a new girl's best friend... And you'll let me keep this? Because I'm not sure I can give it back.'

Bowcaster: 'Now that is a strange and amazing weapon.' she said admiringly, looking over Chu-Shkar's fancy crossbow. Using it well was beyond her though.

She counted the flight suits, and questioned 'Uh, there's five of us right now, six if Jason comes, more if we pick up tagalongs. And we'll probably need some spares... And have you got a helmet that will fit a twi'lek's weirdly shaped head? Seriously, I can't even wear hats.'

'It was one ugly fight.' Lyla agreed with meaning, though she wouldn't admit it if she had a few spare still. Supply might not give them any, expecting them to use up everything. 'It was one ugly dog too.'
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Klyn kept his own heavy pistol but had a few modifications in made.
Those he could do while they traveled with the various parts they had salvaged from the wreckage.

But for the moment he reached the quarter master with a log of his own.

"Here are a few things we got from 'generous' imperials while we worked on the last mission.  I hope it will be enough to get our balance back into the positive."
he said while Lyla checked her new prized possession.

"One SG4, one imperial suit - might come in handy for infiltration, one unorthodox harpoon pistol - you might want to check it, quite an 'at the moment' inspiration.  And something a bit too big to get it here: a Waveskimmer.

It's currently on the Gold, but since we will need some more room..."


He raised an eyebrow at the mention of the spent medpacs.

"Well, we hall got quite an handful of new scars... big ones..." he added, his hand massaging his side without him thinking about it.

A little imaginative book keeping and the quartermaster had five orange flight suits in the correct sizes and shapes for the anatomy of Lyla, Chu-Shkar, Klyn, Tera and Jason. A flight suit wasn't offered to Rynn who already had an adequate suit of his own "that's the best I can do. Supplies are short, especially essentials like flight suits" she explained.

The Czerka Adventurer was packed away and the DC-17m was left for Lyla to keep "take it. You'll need to find some grenades whilst in the field. We haven't had any in store for a while" she explained.
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At Klyn's offer of reciprocation the quartermaster smiled at the ship's engineer "that's make my job a whole lot easier." She then commed an team of technicians to collect the goods immediately before the opportunity passed.  She marked them on her datapad and looked up "anything else you need sweetie?" she offered Klyn.

Chu-Shkar picked up his bowcaster and hooted lovingly as he stroked it. The translator droid at his waste surprisingly didn't translate the sound. Chu-Shkar nodded his head as he slung it over his shoulder. He then picked up the computer, and began to go through it's programs and files with lightning speed. It was obvious that this was where his true talents lay.

[Language unknown: "Ure maio ourpo was Atine strlesterundout, on t enc tr itpa U fillch osil ort adme..."]

The Translator began speaking, though it was obvious that it was speaking in yet another language.

"HMM this has the X37b progressives, not as good as the D model but very good..."

Chu-Shkar had slipped into some sort of technobable, and was talking to himself.

Lyla took the DC-17m ICWS and cradled it like it was her first child. 'Ah, that's where they get you – custom ammo... Hmm, looks like there's one in the chamber still, at least.' She tested the stance and aiming posture, remarking 'The reviews were right – the left-side energy clip placement is odd. I'll have to reverse my holster.' Some of the shine was already coming off the weapon, but Lyla wasn't about to suffer buyer's remorse just yet. After all, she hadn't paid for it. She'd have to practice with it on the flight.

Putting it down, Lyla tested the plus-sized helmet over her tails (long, sexy, but really inconvenient at times), coiling them inside the hood. 'Okay, so no spares. Just make sure there's plenty of patches and puncture repair kits.'

"No, Nothing really." answered Klyn.
"I have my old heavy blaster and I will do my own upgrades : I like to manipulate, dismount and rebuild my things."

Relieved that no more stock would be needed the quartermaster went back to checking her stock as the new supplies were loaded on to the Alabak's Gold. Refuelled and restocked the starship was ready for launch. The astronav computer had been programmed with the coordinates for near to the Roche Asteroid field. Before the hyperspace jump T3-M8 checked the coordinates and course and once the droid was satisfied they were once more travelling the galaxy to a new destination.

The irregularities caused by the asteroid field meant that they would not be able to jump directly to the Rebel base. They would have to travel at sublight speed for the last couple of hours. The Alliance signal receiver onboard the Alabak/s Gold would be able to pick up the broadcasting base-homing device as they got closer and help them find the Commander Ackbar's base.

OOC Please roll a Use Computer check for the Systems Operator.

As Chu-Shkar sits in the pilot's chair, he goes over the controls and once fully familiar with them enters into the computer system. A few quick keystrokes, and he's ready for takeoff. [Language unknown: "Monope a te en Beroulloss."]  His translator came out with "READY when you aren't Lieutenant."

Chu-Shkar looked angrily at his translator and hissed at it. He hooted, [Language unknown: "His wil a ma eauioncon venit ec."] Out from it came' "I'LL work on it during the trips." He then flipped a switch to turn it off.

Use computer  roll 25.

Before she left, Lyla donated the propulsion pack she'd pilfered from the downed ISC vessel. Only good in water, it had done its job on Sedri, and was now surplus to requirements. It went well with the Seatrooper armour they'd taken as well.

*

After stowing her new gear, Lyla wandered into the cockpit to oversee the launch preparations, hearing Chu-Shkar's somewhat contradictory report. Lieutenant. It really sounded good on her. She hoped that her parents would've been proud of her. 'Don't worry, I got the gist of it. Take us up when you will, Mister Chu-Shkar. Oh, and when port control gives permission to launch, of course.'

She checked the projected course, reciting to make sure she understood it 'Okay. We're dropping out of hyperspace outside the asteroid field and going in at sublight. Fair enough. The walk will do us good and give us time to look around first.'

'And give us some time to get ready. I've been training, I'm rated for heavy weapons now, but I need some practice on the Alabak's turrets. You know, now I know how they work.'

Chu-Shkar nodded though he looked perplexed when she called him mister. As she talks about the turrets, his look turns to sheepishness, recalling his own poor performance.


OOC: How long does it take to get there? In the movies they always made it seem instantaneous, except the first time when the Millennium Falcon  was going to Alderaan.

On the way to their new destination, Klyn spent most of his time on the various weapons that went under his scrutiny.

He carefully dismounted them, checked every piece and made the tiniest, but vital, transformation to improve the efficiency of the targeting enhancers.

+1 accuracy for Lyla's weapon, Rynn's weapon, Klyn's weapon.
3000/5000 from the spare parts valued used.

Chu-Shkar will mostly spend time working on his translator, though he will have Klyn check his Bowcaster, just to verify it's in working order, and doesn't need repairs.

No need to upgrade it yet.

Otherwise he'll spend most of his non piloting time on the computer, getting it set up for his style. Setting up macro's and installing/writing personal programs for his own style of slicing.

Lyla slipped away from the cockpit, making a quick tour of the ship to check in with each of the crew, confirming they were ready and able for the impending mission. Not that it was necessary – she trusted her team and knew their skills well enough now – but she wanted to be a good CO. If anyone had a question or concern, she wanted them to feel they could come to her.

At the workshop, she found Klyn. 'Hey, Klyn, thanks for these weapons mods. We'll need them with the hard targets we keeping going up against.' She examined the gyroscopic stabilisers and auto-targeting enhancers he was installing in her DC-17m ICWS, then left him to it, not wanting to interrupt too much.

Finally, she climbed up into the dorsal turret and settled into the gunner's seat. She spent some time familiarising herself with the controls, now having some more formal training courtesy of Alliance instructors, then went through a training sim, firing weak lasers at asteroids to improve her accuracy. She'd have a better chance hitting TIE fighters now, but she still didn't want any to show up on this mission.

The Alabak's Gold was not a slow starship. It was designed as a fast moving jumpship. The Rebels however often had to make multiple jumps to hide their whereabouts and disguise their trail. Extra calculations were required with the Roche asteroid field disturbing the hyperspace fields. The extended hyperspace journey allowed the Rebels to rest and engage themselves in leisure pursuits or to pursue their own projects. Klyn was busy with repurposing the scavenged parts into tools and weapons the crew would find useful. Chu-Shkar was busy getting himself accustomed to the Mon Calamarian jumpship and Lyla took her responsibility for the crew seriously as she checked on them all.

The personalisation of the sensor array had Chu-Shkar tuned into the ship and aware of what was going on around it. The Wookiee was waiting for the Alliance signal receiver to start blinking so they could plan their approach when another sensor was tripped. They had incoming. Chu-Shkar tweaked the receiver and picked up the objects on the full-spectrum transceiver. Imperials, three TIE fighters! The sensors also detected high energy concentrations in the TIEs weapon ports, they must have also detected the Alabak's Gold and be preparing for an attack run.

OOC Initiative checks please.
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Klyn had just finished the third weapon on his schedule when the warnings about the TIE went through the ship's com.

He used his own com to answer
"Chu-Shkar, I'm going to the twin cannon. Hoping we can get them before I need to patch the Gold. Call if you need backup!"

edit: I forgot: init:24
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Chu-Shkar, using the Gold's internal translator he had set up, barked out a clear message of incoming TIE fighters. It went through the ships intercom, so anywhere they had a speaker heard it clearly. He activated the shields and began maneuvering in anticipation of a dogfight.

Couple of questions, One can I see what type of TIEs they are? and are they in hyperspace? Or had we dropped out at the asteroid field?

Also, What skills will I need to roll for evasive maneuvers? I'm assuming piloting, but are there others?

Edit. Initiative 11
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OOC: I think Rynn is piloting and you are to co-pilot and/or shields/communications operator.

Lyla will probably go to the upper quad cannon, and Tera ... well she could help those in the pilot area (Like klyn did for the underwater fight)

Lyla had been working her way through the training simulator with success when the TIE fighters popped up on her display. 'Eh? I'm only up to asteroids, TIE fighters are next level.' she complained, tapping the screen to see if the virtual TIE fighters would go away. They didn't. They were not virtual.

Then she heard Chu-Shkar's warning over the intercom. 'Oh, poodoo.' At least she was already in the turret. Hurriedly, she began switching off the simulator and reverting to combat operation. 'Evasive manoeuvres and counter-attack! Bearing 027 mark 183!' she ordered over the intercom.


OOC: Initiative 19

Yeah, Lyla's in the upper turret, as I mentioned in my last post.
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"Stang stang stang." Rynn said as he bolted from his room where he'd been resting waiting for his chance to fly a star fighter again. He had been willing to let the rookie pilot Chu-Shkar take the sticks to get them to the base, but he wasn't ready for combat yet. "Get out of the seat Chu!" Rynn called through his voice amplifier, dialing up to a shout as he ran through the hall to the cockpit. He jumped into the pilot seat and prepared for maneuvers that he was worried he was a little rusty on. He grabbed the radio as he sped toward the incoming craft. "We engaging or should I prep for another jump LT?"


Move action: Toward
Reaction: Vehicular Combat
00:50, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 29 using 1d20+11.  Vehicular Combat.
00:42, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Initiative .

Tera was sitting in the copilots chair when the alarms went off. "Uh....looks like we have company." At Rynns comments she added "I think we need to engage. This project is supposed to be secret."

Tera looked at the sensor output trying to figure out a valid battle plan.


09:16, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 28 using 1d20+10.  Initiative.
09:16, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 14 using 1d20+6.  knowledge Tactics. for helping gunners.

'Yep. Hit 'em hard and fast, no witnesses.' Lyla confirmed over the intercom, swing her turret around to start tracking the nearest TIE. Later she realised that "no witnesses" meant "no survivors" and wondered when she'd gotten so hardened to killing. She blamed the Empire.

The three TIE fighters shot warning blasts of green laser fire across the Alabak's Gold's bow, then hailing all frequencies the lead pilot broadcast his instructions "unidentified freighter submit to Imperial protocol and accompany us to the command frigate. Any hostile action including raising your shields will be treated as aggression against the Empire" the pilot warned.



OOC

CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP  Notes

Lyla        21 21 18   54/54  1/1  (+14) 8  4  Quad cannon
Chu-Shkar   15 17 16   31/31  1/1  (+14) 6  1  Cockpit
Klyn        14 20 18   33/33  1/1  (+9)  7  2  Twin cannon
Tera        18 19 20   59/59  1/1  (+12) 8  3  Cockpit
Rynn        16 18 15   25/25  1/1  (+10) 7  3  Cockpit

Alabak's    24 13      120/120
Gold        DR15 SR25  Threshold 74

TIE 1       22 15 10
TIE 2       22 15 10
TIE 3       22 15 10

CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Tera 19
TIEs 18
Klyn 15
Lyla 10
Chu-Shkar 2
Rynn 1

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Chu-Shkar moved his large frame over to the sensor suite, and let Klyn have the pilot's chair. Scanning the data they were receiving, he first tried to figure out what kind of TIE's they were, and see if they were transmitting.

26 on Know Tech
30 on Use Computer to see if they are transmitting.

Cruk cruk cruk! The Imperials were here in force, so they were wary of Rebel activity. They might already be moving to attack Ackbar. Over the intercom, she told the crew 'Let me talk.' before switching through and figuring what to actually say. 'Alright, chief,' she sighed, as though this were routine. 'Please transmit your frigate's coordinates so we don't get lost in these asteroids... So what were we doing, sixty percent light speed in a fifty zone? Sorry, we've got this new wookiee pilot with a lead foot...'


OOC: Trying to extract some information from them: where's the frigate and why do they want us? Otherwise, buying time. Deception 11, rerolled to 14.
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"I don't like the word 'frigate'." said Klyn.
"How in the hell are Empire's vessels in this area?"

OOC 19 knowledge technology

In reply to Lyla Rahn (msg # 48):

"Ok, lowering speed to match our story." Ryan said to the crew before getting on the comma to the turret, "Kylnn, you take the port target and Layla starboard. I'm going to rotate the ship when the shooting starts."

The TIE fighter squadron moved to surround the Alabak's Gold and cut off the Rebels chance of escape. Sensor reading indicated continued high energy readouts in the fighters weapon ports.

"No one flies through the asteroid field" the TIE pilot condescends to Lyla "the frigate is on the edge of the system. You will follow me and submit to inspection" he ordered.

As soon as she'd learned all she was gonna from the TIE pilot, not bothering to listen to the rest, Lyla tapped the intercom to her crew. 'Hit 'em hard!'

"Raise the shield and do you best to evade the first shots!" added Klyn.
"And maybe see if you can disturb their communications..."

Over the ships internal comms, Chu-Shkar says. "These are Reconnaissance models. They are fast, and have a long range, but light armor. Best bet to kill them quickly, as they can out run us, and will easily keep pace unless we go to hyperspace. As to jamming the comms, I'll check and see."

He then begins to type furiously into his computer, which he's plugged into the ships computer.


00:19, Today: Chu-Shkar rolled 29,24 using 1d20+14,1d20+14.  Use computer (Master slicer).
00:19, Today: Chu-Shkar rolled 23 using 1d20+9.  Know Tech.

"Raise  the shields first" interrupted Klyn.
"You or someone else, but that's the priority!"

"Let me take care of that" Tera said not wishing to disturb Chu-Shkar from whatever he was doing with the TIEs.


16:30, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 30 using 1d20+12.  Use Computer.

In reply to Tera Inkari (msg # 56):

Ryan banked the the ship hard leaving a target for Lyla and Kalyn, taking the middle ship for himself. He split his focus between offense and defense, banking to avoid the ship getting hit so his aiming was off a bit.







With the modifier my vehicular combat roll is 19?
18:34, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 9 using 1d20+8 ((1)).

Klyn fired as soon as he was in position.
His aim proved quite good

10:22, Today: Klyn Cors rolled 26,24 using 1d20+8,4d10.  firing  +1 if point blank .
Times 2 =48 damage ( not certain we also add half level with starship weapons)

As the Gold leapt to the attack, Lyla swung her turret around, tracking and leading the centre TIE. She fired a hail of laser blasts into it, hoping to destroy it before it communicated much to its bosses. However, despite her recent training, her unfamiliarity still showed, and she struggled to hit the thing.


OOC:
Attack 12, or 13 if in Point-Blank range; damage 120
19:17, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 12 using 1d20+5. attack (corrected from roller)
19:23, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 30 using 4d10. damage. x4

As soon as Tera raised the shields the TIE fighters which had surrounded the Alabak's Gold began to unleash laser fire upon the jumpship. In the cockpit Chu-Shkar started jamming the TIE communications. Rynn proved his ability as a pilot as he swerved the cumbersome starship around to avoid two of the laser beams, only one of the lasers hitting, perhaps enough to save all their lives.

Lyla was prepared for the battle but her aim was just not good enough at this range and against such quick and nimble targets. Klyn who hurried to strap himself into the turret managed to score a hit but it wasn't enough to destroy the starfighter. The TIE fighters began to circling their prey in a vulture like fashion but the Rebel starship was not harmed again yet.

OOC TIE/rc have fly 6 squares, Alabak's Gold fly 2 squares. So the TIE can dictate the range and keep it at 10 squares (long range). I haven't uploaded a new map but the TIE will be spread equally around the Alabak's Gold, imagine 12 o'clock, 4 o'clock and 8 o'clock.

Vehicular Combat negated first TIE hit. Vehicular combat is a Reaction so Rynn can take an action as well. Second hit scored 88 damage against the Alabak's Gold, which puts -1 to everyone's Pilot and Gunnery checks.

Rynn's Pilot checks will be -1 (Rynn's Pilot skill +10 minus size modifier -10 minus -1 condition track), Gunners will be -9 (-10 long range -1 condition track + 2 Intelligence).

Shields have been lowered to SR20.

Everyone is up to act.

CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP  Notes

Lyla        21 21 18   54/54  1/1  (+14) 8  4  Quad cannon
Chu-Shkar   15 17 16   31/31  1/1  (+14) 6  1  Cockpit
Klyn        14 20 18   33/33  1/1  (+9)  7  2  Twin cannon
Tera        18 19 20   59/59  1/1  (+12) 8  3  Cockpit
Rynn        16 18 15   25/25  1/1  (+10) 7  3  Cockpit

Alabak's    24 13      32/120  -1 step
Gold        DR15 SR20/25  Threshold 74

TIE 1       22 15 10    42   -1 step
TIE 2       22 15 10
TIE 3       22 15 10

CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Tera 19
TIEs 18
Klyn 15
Lyla 10
Chu-Shkar 2
Rynn 1

Feeling the impact judder up through her seat and into her teeth, Lyla cursed, begging 'Come on, girl, hold it together!' After all this time, the Alabak's Gold was starting to feel like both a home and a fellow team-mate. It hurt Lyla to see it hurt, and if it was killed, she'd be killed too.

She scrutinised the tactical display, and even craned her neck to peer out the window at the TIEs. 'They're circling like womprats! Focus attacks on TIE number one, let's thin the pack.' she urged her team, swivelling around to find the lead TIE and chase it with laser blasts, not doing much better.


OOC:
Far Shot: reduce long range to medium (-5)
Attack 17, 11 after penalties; damage 124
19:27, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 17 using 1d20+5. turret attack
19:28, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 31 using 4d10. damage.

"Damnit! That was a bad one !" cursed Klyn.
"I'm out of firing: the Gold won't take another hit like that!"

He quickly went to the main engine room and got ready to work.

'Take T3 for repairs!' Lyla shouted to Klyn, not liking him leaving his post but also knowing they had no other choice. 'Tera or Chu, someone take the second gunner's seat.'

Tera ran towards the gunnery station and started blasting at the TIE fighters

17:42, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 20 using 1d20.  To Hit. uh crit?

The blast that took Rynn by suprise and the jerking the sticks out of the hand, hurting his hand. He quickly regained the sticks and speed off toward the ties, but was unable to track one to shoot and could not react as quick as he wanted.




Welp... that was fun.
18:48, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 4 using 1d20-1.  Vehicular Combat.
18:47, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 7 using 1d20-3.  Attack.

Chu-Shkar was busy with his computer typing furiously into it, and not paying attention to anyone or anything else.

18:09, Today: Chu-Shkar rolled 11 using 1d20+9.  Know Tech.
18:09, Today: Chu-Shkar rolled 18,26 using 1d20+14,1d20+14.  Use computer (Master slicer).

The starship shook. Machinery groaned as it strained to cope with the damage. It was unthinkable for Klyn to sit idly as the Alabak's Gold suffered. The ship's engineer unstrapped himself from the turret and threw himself into engineering, offering his aid and ministrations to the ailing starship.

Lyla's gun tracked the Imperial TIE, her shot was a close but not close enough. The TIEs returned fire but despite how rattled Rynn was and how less than perfect his flying the Imperials failed to strike again. Perhaps partly due to the interference from Chu-Shkar as he transmitted readings of ghost ships into the TIE fighters targeting computers.

Quick to take the second turret from Klyn the ship doctor and Jedi strapped in and found her focus easily. Tera's finger depressed the trigger and the TIE fighter exploded in a ball of fire.

OOC T3-M8 successfully rerouted the ship's power and removed the condition track penalty. Tera replaced Klyn in the twin cannon.

Everyone is up to act.

CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP  Notes

Lyla        21 21 18   54/54  1/1  (+14) 8  4  Quad cannon
Chu-Shkar   15 17 16   31/31  1/1  (+14) 6  1  Cockpit
Klyn        14 20 18   33/33  1/1  (+9)  7  2  Engineering
Tera        18 19 20   59/59  1/1  (+12) 8  3  Twin cannon
Rynn        16 18 15   25/25  1/1  (+10) 7  3  Cockpit

Alabak's    24 13      32/120
Gold        DR15 SR20/25  Threshold 74

TIE 1       22 15 10     42                    -1 step
TIE 2       22 15 10    102                    Destroyed
TIE 3       22 15 10

CN = Character Name
F = Fortitude
R = Reflex
W = Will
HP = Hit Points (Max/Current) or for GM controlled characters hits taken
Second Wind = Second Winds (Max/Current) (+Value)
FP = Force Points
DP = Destiny Points
Loc = Location on map
Notes = Notes

Posting order
Tera 19
TIEs 18
Klyn 15
Lyla 10
Chu-Shkar 2
Rynn 1

Having hurt their ability to shoot straight, Chu-Shkar switched to improving the targeting for his people.

UC (MS) 20 and 16. Either would give the +2 to my allies.

Kly was more than relieved that no more tremor, meaning they had been hit, shook the Gold.
"Hold on, lady, I will take care of you" he muttered as he worked on the various panels and settings of the ship.

He shared the cry of joy as Tera got rid of one of the pests.

"Two to go, let's not worry.."

3 swift actions: mechanics, restore shields rating 25

In reply to Klyn Cors (msg # 69):

Rynn was shaken by the state of the Gold, the damage it has taken left him worried and stressed about the near future and he wasn't flying his best. He was able to line up a shot on the already wounded Tie.



35 damage
Failed vehicular combat roll.
45, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 17 using 4d10.  Damage .
18:44, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Force Point (attack, only if I get the aid bonus) .
18:36, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 1 using 1d20-1.  Vehicular combat .
18:36, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 10 using 1d20-3.  Attack .

'Good shot, Tera!' Lyla whooped, glad they'd been able to return the favour this fight, with a damn good shot from the doctor. 'Guess you must be Jedi after all. Now, I got the bigger gun, so herd number three into my tracer... Despite what we tell the guys, size matters.'


OOC:
Attack 13 (rolled 13, with BAB +3, Ship +2, Range -5) @ TIE #3
Damage 31x4 = 124
15:08, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20. attack.
15:09, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 31 using 4d10. damage. x4

So I just need an AA from Tera and I'm good to hit #3.

The TIE squadron had proven to be a dangerous complication for the Rebel crew. The Rebels had overcome many dangers by working together and it was that efficiency and their guts which brought them victory again. Rynn spun the Alabak's Gold over and blasted at the damaged TIE. The starfighter exploded. The final TIE darted away from the ship, trying to use its speed to full advantage, it was about to move out of range as Lyla swivelled around in the turret. She lined up the targeting arrows and a gentle squeeze of the trigger and the last TIE fighter disappeared in a colourful fireball. Sparkling fragments fly by to fade away into the silence of space.

The sensor array detected no more starships but many more warning lights blinked and beeped as the ship's computer reported the damage the ship had suffered in the space battle.

Drifting closer to the Roche Asteroid Field the ship's receiver picked up the homing device on the Rebel base. They just needed to fly into the asteroid field to reach the base.

Tera looked relieved as she headed back into the main body of the ship from the gunnery station. "We need to buy more bits for the Gold. It's a bad state of affairs when some TIEs can almost destroy us. We only just escaped that."

"That was indeed a very close call" agreed Klyn.

"I will begin the repairs immediately, as we don't know if the imperials managed to sent intel to their main ship, and so we don't know how long we will be 'at ease'."

He paused a moment, checked some data from the many reports and added
"of course, until we reach our destination, where they certainly have all the needed installation to make heavy repairs, it will only be 'first aid' patching...

T3, let's go: we have a LOT to do, for yesterday, of course."

Lyla breathed a great sigh of relief as the last TIE disintegrated under her fire. It had been a very close call. 'Nice shooting, everyone.' she congratulated, trying to maintain team confidence after this near-death experience. 'They got some lucky shots on us early on, but we held our own and gave back more. It just shows we can't get too cocky, even with TIEs.' she concluded for a positive spin.

She thought back over recent events and what they'd learned. 'So, we know they have a frigate on the edge of the system. And we do not want to be here when they come looking. Rynn, Chu, take us on a stealth route away from this position and into the asteroids. Watch the sensors, we don't want the Imps tracking us to Shantipole.' she ordered, then reflected 'Unless someone has a better idea?' Lyla didn't want to be the kind of leader who controlled everyone and didn't take ideas; she wanted her whole team to be free to speak their mind.

"I don't know for certain what they got out before we attacked, but I was able to block their transmissions once we attacked. They didn't have much in the way of time to say who we were." Comes over the internal comms from Chu-Shkar.
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"They'll still mount a search when the pilots don't return. This area might get fairly busy." Tera suggested.

"That was some shit driving at the first there... sorry about that." Rynn said, breathing heavy and shaking the nerves out. Clearing his head he said, "Something needs to be here to jump away when the imperials come looking for those guys. We don't want them looking around here."

'Don't keep us in suspense, you got any ideas? We don't exactly have any spare ships or pilots.' Lyla returned. 'We could take a dozen jumps away and circle back to the other side, but if that frigate's blockading the system, we'd just be in the same jam as when we started.'

Between two quick soldering and a few exchanges with T3, Klyn gave his opinion.

"I say we hurry to the meeting point, do what we need and get the hell out of here.
They will certainly come here at one time or another, with the missing scouts, and they also most certainly pick the transmission.

They might take a bit of time to find the source, but they will.

So we better not be there when they finally arrive."

"Roger El-tee, taking her in." Rynn said, moving on an intercept course with the base.

'Thanks. Fly safe and stealthy.' Lyla advised. She readied her turret and tried to remain alert to more TIEs swooping in. The last thing they needed was to skirmish all the way in and out of Shantipole. This was meant to be a straightforward pick-up and escort. But when had there ever been a routine?
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Chu-Shkar stayed quietly during the meeting, concentrating on the sensors. He didn't want to be caught unaware if they were approached by more Imps.

Use tech 20
Use computer Master slicer, 31,32
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Tera shrugged "Maybe we could blast some junk from our ship and jettison it...the Imperials might think we've been damaged. Well...we have been, but more badly damaged than we are...and that we ran..."

'Sounds like a plan!' Lyla agreed with enthusiasm, hopping out of the turret seat to return to the main part of the ship and join in. Meeting Tera face-to-face, she said 'We throw all the garbage into the airlock, scraps from the workshop, some ceiling panels, and stuff we don't need.' That decided, she rampaged through the ship, tearing up or tearing out whatever they could do without and tossing them into the airlock.

"Couple of bits that we don't need any more. Couple of blaster shots with the ships guns and we're good." Tera grinned, helping Lyla round up detritus from the ship.

Junk and trash was ejected from the airlock and blasted by the laser cannons for good measure. Their decoy left the Alabak's Gold fell into the asteroid field. The Roche asteroid field was a cluster of rocks, varying in size from tiny meteorites to large planetoids, circling a small yellow sun.

It was an extremely old field. Once Rynn had the starship inside it was rather orderly and predictable not a whirling storm of space debris. Rynn's difficulty was plotting a course through it without entering an area too dense in debris to pass through whilst evading meteorites as they suddenly bounced toward them.

Patiently he flew them toward the beacon and the Rebel base. Monitoring the sensor array Chu-Shkar detected various indications of life in the asteroid field, possibly mynocks or evener bigger life form like space slugs.

The beacon took them to an hourglass shaped asteroid. Points of light penetrated the asteroid's outer crust, highlighting air vents and repulsor-beam projectors. When the  chunk of rock spun around the entrance in its side became visible. A hangar bay and several figures could be seen moving around within its lit interior.

The ship com unit crackled to life "Freighter, identify yourself immediately and state your business".

Without waiting for orders Chu-Shkar began transmitting the response code to let the rebels know who they were. Then he said over the internal comms, "Lieutenant, We've arrived. I'm transmitting the recognition codes now."

I'm assuming that he would know, as a comms specialist, the proper procedure for this.
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It was a tense and anxious flight through the Roche field. Even once Lyla realised the asteroids were relatively predictable, she still kept close look out for pursuing TIEs, in case the Imperials hadn't been fooled by their garbage trick. She was aware the Verpine might all show up, wondering what was going on in their system. Even the weird alien life dwelling in these asteroids could prove more than a nuisance.

So it was a relief when they finally came to the Shantipole base. Here they could stop, repair, and learn what the cruk was going on. 'Thanks, Chu.' she said, them commed to the base. 'This is the jump freighter Alabak's Gold, here for a pick-up?' she introduced cautiously, not wishing to admit to their mission or Rebel connection over a channel that could be surveilled by the Imperials outside. The recognition codes would discreetly reveal the truth to those who should know.

The codes sent by Chu-Shkar were successful in getting the starship cleared to land. The hangar's small size and the rapid rotation of the asteroid makes landing tricky but Rynn brought the damaged Alabak's Gold in safely.

The ship's com invited the crew to stretch their legs and wait for an escort once they were landed. The small hangar bay appeared functional and efficient. A control tower jutted over the deck carved and hollowed out of the natural rock. While the ceiling rises high overheard the walls remain uncomfortably close. A mixture of instrument panels, cooling veins and patches of natural reddish brown stone covered the bay walls. A wide stone passage lead away from the chamber.

When the first Rebel steps out from the starcraft they are greeted by an excited squeak. Three tall insectoids scurry from the passage toward them.

Lyla led her team down the Gold's ramp – anyone who wished to step out and could spare themselves from repairs, anyway. 'Watch yourselves and be careful.' Lyla warned them, wary and feeling faintly on edge after the encounter with the Imperials. 'The Imps will come gunning for this place sooner or later. They might already be hear...'

Exiting the ship, she looked around at the squeak. 'And these would be the Verpine...' She waved to the insectoids, calling out a simple greeting in Basic 'Hello!'

The three Verpines respond to Lyla with waves of their somewhat awkwardly articulated arms. One Verpine approaches first, the alien's body tall and thin, evenly coloured in a pale green. Its most striking aspect its dark and featureless eyes.

"Greetings members of the friendly Rebel hive. My name is Suskafoo. You have a most interesting starcraft" when he speaks Suskafoo twitches and chirps excitedly, its antennae moving in time. He speaks in unaccented Basic.

The other two Verpine chittered and chattered in excitement as they examined the Alabak's Gold, somewhere among the garbled alien speech pattern Lyla picked up that the pair were are asking her highly technological questions about the starship's design and the technologies used.

'Yeah, that's one way of putting it...' Lyla replied, looking back over the ungainly, turtle-like Alabak's Gold. Soon bombarded by technical questions that went over her tails, Lyla pointed out Klyn, Chu, and T3. 'Uh, you'll want to ask our engineers. We might need some repairs while we're here too. Where can we find Commander Ackbar?'
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The two younger Verpine took their cue from Lyla and boarded the Alabak's Gold going in search of the engineers and to examine the ship's power source and engines.

Suskafoo remained speaking with Lyla "the other Rebel hive members will be here shortly" he told her "your project Shantipole is most interesting development don't you agree? We can aid in any repairs for your ship, we would be pleased to learn more of it from your engineers" the Verpine offered.

Chu-Shkar walked down the ramp, having to duck down to prevent hitting his head, and once out rose to his full height of 2.1 meters. Though the Verpine were taller than most humans, Chu-Shkar still towered over them. His mass was more as well, and they seemed startled by his appearance at first. Wookies and Verpine didn't normally mix, and the meeting was interesting.

Looking at them he spoke, [Language unknown: "Ondintho."] and his box came back with "GREETINGS!"

Skipping over the project she didn't know much about anyway (for operational security, not merely because it was boring technical stuff), Lyla answered 'Thanks. I'm Lyla, Chu-Shkar, Tera, Rynn, Klyn, T3-M8,' she introduced the members of the team. She glanced around, but saw no sign of Mon Calamari. She was anxious to complete the mission and starting bugging out before the Imperials found them; they didn't have time for small-talk. 'Do you know there's an Imperial frigate outside this system?' she pressed Suskafoo.

Klyn had left the ship with the group for the greeting but he quickly followed the two verpine inside.
A little smile on his face after their comment on the Gold.
"So, I will give you a tour of the lady then we can work on the most urgent repairs."

Rynn had set the craft down gently. Trying to save some face after his showing in the battle, which had shaken him a bit.

When they exited the craft and met the insectoids, his eyes grew wide... not that anyone saw inside his body suit. His eyes went up again when the lead creature spoke basic as well as he did. He chided himself at judging the insects before interacting with them.

Once Lyla had made introductions, with Rynn holding up a hand in greeting when his name was called, and the tour kicked off on the ship, Rynn with with Klyn to show the other Verpine around. "Have you had a chance to look at it Klyn?" Rynn asked, feeling responsible to the damage on the ship.

The two Verpine was taken aback by Chu-Shkar's greeting but were unable to restrain themselves when invited to tour the Alabak's Gold. Their curiosity had them opening hatches and pulling at wires as Klyn showed them the starship "why are the ship engines configured in anti axis and induced with dampeners? It would be better to configure them cross lateral and install separate inductors" the Verpine chirped "we can have the modifications completed in no time" the other added and pulled a handful of wires from a hatch and begins to reconnect them.

Suskafoo was agitated by Lyla's statement, his antennae trembled "no, we did not know that the enemy hive was so close" he worried. As he said it another figure emerged form the tunnel. Dressed in a simple brown tunic and matching cape. The figure's head resembled a four-tentacled squid. He heard Suskafoo's words and uttered three sharp sounds. Suskafoo chirped an angry reply, waved his antennae at Lyla then exited the chamber.

The Quarren watched he Verpine disappear down the corridor "greetings, I am Lieutenant Salin Glek, aide to Commander Ackbar" he said in halting Basic "I trust you have a prime reason for jeopardising the security of the base?"

Tera looked at Lyla "Well, the Imperials are already scouring this system. Better we uncover their effort to find you now, than when they invade the base and corrupt all the good work being done here for their own ends....don't you think?" Tera suggested.

'Lieutenant Lyla Rahn,' Lyla greeted more curtly, figuring that if they were comparing ranks, she didn't want to come up short. She watched Suskafoo scuttle away, wandering what she'd missed here. Glek was rubbing her tails the wrong way. She nodded to Tera; 'Yep, your security was jeopardised before we arrived. As for us, we're to meet with Commander Ackbar and transport him and his prototypes back to our base, ASAP. So, lead the way.' She had the holodisk in her pants pocket; there it would stay until she put it in Ackbar's own flippers.

"Lieutenant Rahn the Commander is busy at the moment and will be busier now our security has been compromised. I will take any messages you have for the Commander and you can stay with your ship and crew" the Quarren hissed back.

'You ever heard the saying "If you want something done, give it to someone who's already busy"?' Lyla retorted. 'I have strict orders to give my message directly to Commander Ackbar. No one else.' She wasn't sure how strict that order was, but she wasn't going to take any chances for reasons of security and not getting in trouble with the brass.


OOC: 16:01, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 20 using 1d20+4. persuasion.

Glek soon became angry at Lyla's refusal "what Lieutenant Rahn? You bring the Imperials to our doorstep and refuse to accept the Commander is busy. Hand over your message now" the Quarren screamed "[Language unknown: sanearera Anyatepre ronc comyinons]".

As the screaming and hissing became louder a scar-faced human appeared at the corridor opening. The man dressed rather like a pirate demanded to know what was going on. Lieutenant Glek informed the man of the arrival of the Alabak's Gold. The man immediately sent a comm message to notify their arrival "let me escort you to the Commander" the pirate offered.

At the Quarren screaming in her face, tentacles flailing like an eldritch horror, Lyla stayed firm and unyielding, knowing herself to be just as stubborn when she had to be. This Glek was looking like serious trouble; she hoped they wouldn't have to work with him.

Thankfully, someone almost sane arrived. Saved by the pirate. She flashed a grateful twi'lek smile. 'Thanks, mate. Lead on.' she agreed, glancing to Tera and whoever else wished to follow.

When she got a chance, she commed privately to the others, 'Don't let that quarren, Lieutenant Salin Glek, anywhere near our ship.' She wasn't going to trust that Glek.

"bring your team with you" the pirate motioned for Lyla to follow and waved to Glek "you'll be coming with us Salin". Angry but now subdued the Quarren gave a small nod. The scar-faced man said nothing else and waited.

Lyla gestured to everyone who could be spared, who wasn't already involved in repairing the ship and shepherding Verpine. 'Alright, let's meet the boss.' she said to the scar-faced guy, giving an infuriatingly innocent smile to Glek. She really needed to know what was going on here, and she especially needed to complete her mission and get her tails out of here.

Rynn got the word to rally from the comms, and seeing that Klyn and the Verpine had the repairs well in hand, made his way to meet up with the rest of the team for the briefing.

Chu-Shkar had stepped up behind Lt. Lyla when the Quarren had started to get upset. His massive form would help to remind this Lt. Glek that she was not to be touched. As the Quarren had not actually attacked her, he believed it worked.

As they walked on he moved over next to Glek, and said, [Language unknown: "Ou adill und thi iteene a itthu k evant sstrli, Ilest onun nt rutkorwil. M ivomai hat wh."] The Vox box translated this as, "IF you lay one glipper on any of our people, I'll pip you apart."

Tera nodded, feeling she could deal rather handily with the Quarian if it came to that, although she had many more tools at her disposal than just the threat of violence. "Excuse me sir, but your Verpine complement of staff might need evacuated in short order. Do you have any way to do that? Or should we steal the Imperial frigate?"

The two Verpine enjoyed their tour of the Alabak's Gold. Both wiggled their antennae excitedly through out and chirped rapidly at each other. When they saw the gathering outside the ship they rushed off to follow Suskafoo into the tunnels "we would be honoured to help complete any repairs or modifications after you have seen the Commander" they promised Klyn.

The outburst from Chu-Shkar and the questions from Tera were met with sullen silence from the Quarren. There was no amity between the pirate and the Quarren. Neither spoke further as the team moved through the base. There were three side tunnels before they reached the communications centre, where control consoles lined the walls. A large clear board stand in the centre of the room. Numerous lines traced across the board showing the trajectory of Roche's larger asteroids.

Through the communications centre they entered the command centre. It was a large circular chamber. The walls covered in monitors and control panels. A holo-projector tank filled the floor space on the far side of the chamber.

Across the room hunched intently over a display terminal is Suskafoo and a Mon Calamari. The pirate led you to toward them "Commander Ackbar. These are the messengers."

The Mon Calamari turned "welcome to our base. I understand that you've travel to see me. I trust your journey was an uneventful one?"

"Negative sir." Rynn said, snapping a salute to the Mon Calamari. "Deckman Culmar." He said in way of introduction. "Took contact with three TIEs on the outskirts of the belt, they tried to escort us to their command frigate but we took them out. Sir." He added as an afterthought.

'Nice place you've got here.' Lyla had said cheerily to fill the uncomfortable silence, in complete irony against the bland asteroid tunnels and the sour atmosphere Glek generated. On the other hand, maybe she shouldn't antagonise him further.

In the command centre, she gazed around then took in the Mon Calamari. 'Commander Ackbar?' she confirmed, taking the holo-disk from her pocket. They didn't have time for small-talk. Were they really so in the dark here? She nodded in thanks to Rynn's report. 'I'm Lieutenant Lyla Rahn. Commander Tallon ordered us to find you and give you this holo-disk directly,' Lyla passed it over, completing that part of the mission. At least that was easy enough. 'Then collect you, your team, and the prototype starfighters and take you back to our base. Apart from that, our unit is to follow your orders. Sir.' she concluded, mustering as much military protocol as she could guess at.

The Commander shook his head at Rynn's news "that is bad news you bring my friends" the Mon Calamari expresses his concern "the Imperials this close puts us all in danger". Lieutenant Glek added a biting comment of his own, his sullen mood not improving "they were probably tracked coming here".

Commander Ackbar blinked his big eyes at the comment but took it no further as he then listened to Lyla report. He walked over to the holo-projector, currently displaying the Roche Asteroid Field "let's see what you've brought Lieutenant Rahn" he said. He inserted the disk into the machine. The field disappeared, replaced by a woman in a flowing white gown. Mon Mothma, Supreme Commander of the Alliance.

The holo-image spoke "Greeting, old friend" she said warmly "as you predicted, the Nebulon-B escort frigate has put an end to our supply raids. Your report that the Shantipole Project nears completion could not have come at a better time."

"The rest of this message is for your eyes only, Commander Ackbar, and for the agents who delivered it to you. Please pause the holo-disk until all other personnel have left the area."

Ackbar reached out and tapped the controls on the projector tank and Mon Mothma's holo-form froze. Pollard and Suskafoo left immediately.

Klyn wanted nothing more than to get back to his ship, but they obviously needed to meet the one in charge here.

He was a bit surprised to see a Quaren as he thought they and the moncalamari didn't appreciate each other very much.

And it took only seconds for him to understand why, if that Glek fellow was an average member of his species.

He did, however, nearly felt bad for him as Chu-Shkar put him back in place.


He listened to the exchange with The Commander and noticed Glek didn't move.

"I believe you are neither Ackbar nor a member of our team..." he began.
"Are you waiting for something, maybe?"

Prompted by Klyn the Quarren walked out of the command centre. Once he had left the chamber Commander Ackbar continued the message.

"The Alliance fleet  is assembling in the Pothor system. Proceed there immediately with your design team and your two prototype B-wings. Upon arrival you will assume the rank of Admiral. You first duty is to organize a mass production system for the new B-wing."

Mon Mothma continued "to the agents who delivered the disk. Thank you for your service; the Alliance owes you a great debt. I must now ask you to perform another service for us. You must safeguard Commander Ackbar, escorting him and his project to the rendezvous point. The location codes are embedded at the end of this holo-disk. Do not take this duty lightly, our agents suspect that there is an Imperial informer on the commander's staff."

"To Commander Ackbar. Allow these agents to bring you, your team, and the prototypes to the rendezvous point. Trust them as I do. I apologize for the heavy-handed precautions, but we could not risk interception of this message. The new starfighter is too crucial to the survival of the Alliance. Proceed to the rendezvous point with all speed, and may the Force be with you." Hyperspace jump coordinates replace Mon Mothma's image, then the holo-disk shut off.

Lyla had a couple of comebacks for Glek, but settled on 'They must've gotten pretty good at tracking, to get here ahead of us.' She did not want any resentful officers trying to lay the blame for the fall of Shantipole on her crew, so she wanted to make sure to cover their collective tails while she could.

She gazed up at the flickering holo-image, seeing Mon Mothma herself. 'Huh.' she breathed. 'I always thought she'd be... a moth.'

When the room cleared out, and even Glek begrudgingly sloped off, Lyla took a quick look around for straggling technicians or droids. She hoped this wouldn't take long. She remembered Glek screaming in her face, and couldn't wait to wash off the stench of seafood breath.

Then she heard the message. Oh, goddess. This was major. The fleet was being mustered, surely in readiness for a large-scale battle. And they had to get its admiral and fancy new ships into the field. This was crucial to the survival of the Rebel Alliance. And it was all on her tails. She swallowed, trying to find the still point inside herself and the sense she could endure, work through, and overcome any challenge. 'Alright, you heard the Moth lady, but this is even more urgent now a frigate's already here. We're bugging out. Chu-Shkar, you protect those coordinates and compute a safe course.' She ejected the holo-disk and passed it to the Wookiee. 'Klyn, you'll probably want to oversee repairs. Liaise with the Verpine and Ackbar's people. Nothing matters except getting the Gold good to go, to fly fast and hit hard.'

'Tera, you know the Imperials and have good insight.' She meant the Force, but wasn't going to say it. 'I think you and I should screen the staff for this informant. I think I know who to start with...'

'Commander Ackbar, are these B-wings ready to fly? I know you have your own pilots, but I'd like ours to practice on them in case we need back-ups.'

'Otherwise, we need to start loading all personnel and valuable and sensitive equipment into our ship. Do you have a transport of your own here?'

'We need to take or destroy everything that might contain valuable data, so the Imperials don't get their hands on it. Can we blow up the base? Preferably with Imperials inside?'

She turned to face Ackbar directly, aware she took orders from him now and he was still in charge here. 'Are these preparations good for you, Commander?'

Rynn was bouncing on his toes as he listened to the message being played. Prototype star fighters... of a caliber that it's existence should somewhat level the playing field. When Lyla mentioned her pilots taking the star fighters, he raised his hand to the commander indicating he'd be one of them. That was when the shakes set in. It wasn't nerves, and Rynn knew he couldn't stop it. It had happened fairly often in his time as a pilot. When given the chance for something new and exciting to fly a nervous energy settled on him. Like an equus before a race.

He snapped back out of this thoughts to hear his commander suggesting to Akbar to blow up the base. He rocked back on his heels a bit and waited for the response.

OOC: Equus is star wars for Horse.

"There's a few things we can do to find a traitor...but in such a short time it might be difficult. This would be much easier if we had a little time to plan....but things must proceed." Tera looked thoughtful "Okay...so, perhaps I should intimate I am a spy myself? Ask pointed and leading questions I have no right to ask?"

Lyla pursed her lips, considering. 'I'm good at that too, but non-humans have no reason to help the Empire. Especially Rebel lieutenants... Okay, I'll play interrogator while you play spy. Hopefully the informer gets wind of me coming and runs to you.'

'But until we find this traitor – if there even is one – we need to maintain strict secrecy and need-to-know.'

"I will make sure they only do quick repairs" said klyn, looking a bit disapointed as they had talked about making some improvements as they proceeded, but now that time was even shorter...

As quickly as the Rebels reacted to Mon Mothma's message Commander Ackbar nodded and was considering his next action.

The Mon Calamari began the download and wiping of information from the Commander Centre computers "the B-wings have been completed. They are held at the Research Station, another asteroid base. We have three transports here" Ackbar responded to the questions directed at him "then we must begin the evacuation" he agreed with Lyla's suggestion. He set the controls of the chamber to allow the base personnel to re-enter . Pollard and the Verpine technicians returned "prepare to evacuate the base" he ordered them.

A separate base? Cruk. That made pulling out more complicated, and there was no time to train Rynn on one. 'Where's this research station? Is it far? How many personnel are there?' she questioned, trying to work out the best approach.

'I want to put one prototype on our ship, the other on one of your transports, to minimise the chances of the Imperials intercepting both... Should we pick them up after evacuating this base, or should go over there, collect them, and come back for the personnel and equipment?'

Chu-Shkar took the disk and plugged it into his computer, with that he began to examine the destination, looking at the possible routes to take. First he ranked them by length, and then by safety and stealth.

As the others talked about spies and blowing up the base Chu-Shkar couldn't help but comment. [Language unknown: "Prstas po a star. I m reabe setsa ant, caure Ninaechi oneiec teanch our atson dayavethe. Hotr alee ectpreich any sepro hattheugh olwi ameiououn rutbutles wessek stek hein yinsa ul waisse an thikorven popo-ssic."] His vox box translated it as  "THERE is no fly. If a fly was here, the Imperials would already have this place. It's more likely they have figured out through other beans that this area is higher in rebel activity."

"I wouldn't be so definite" intervened Klyn.
"Maybe he coudln't get all the intel he needed, with the prototypes being on another place and all.
Or he had orders to wait for people getting here and capture more rebels."

With the technicians returning, Lyla made sure they were talking quietly and away from eavesdroppers, but then not so discreetly it didn't look like they were up to something. They wanted to stir up this spy after all.

'A fly on the wall, huh?' Lyla remarked with grin at the expense of Chu-Shkar's dodgy translation. 'Bear in mind, a spy might not want to give the exact coordinates, not until they're off the base. They don't want to be here when the Imperials hit this place, because they're not choosy about targets.' she suggested. 'But until we know for sure, we should carry on as if there is a spy. It's the only way to be safe.'

Chu-Shkar just shrugged and left that stuff up to the L.T. Instead,he dove into his computer to figure out the best way to get the ships home.

Use computer (Master Slicer): 26,18
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Klyn nodded and went in search of the two Verpine he had talked with, to tell them about the reduced time they had and to see what could be done in that short span.

"How quickly are we flying out? Do I need to go an prep the gold now?" Rynn asked their commander. "Or are we tracking this fly first?" He crossed his arms as he waited for an answer, unsure of what he should be doing, and anxious due to the uncertainty.

Tera frowned as she left the others looking for an out of the way access to a communications terminal.

Lyla pursed her lips, planning their approach. 'We need to wait for Ackbar's people to pack up their stuff and clean house. So we have time to go spy-hunting while they do. Let's go around, lend a hand in removal or repairs, and ask questions and keep our eyes and ears open for double agents.'

Unfazed by the sudden urgency or the fast change in their mission the Rebels coordinated themselves. Lyla asked questions, Chu-Shkar went to interrogate the computers, Klyn planned the repairs to the Alabak's Gold, Rynn ready to find the spy or make a quick get away and Tera to check the com unit.

All was as it always seemed to be for the Rebel crew. Ahead of the Imperials but only one step ahead. Moving into their positions they worked as a team then warning sirens screamed across the base. A voice boomed from the command centre com unit Tera was operating "Hangar bay to Commander Ackbar! Sir an unidentified craft is approaching this asteroid. It's closing fast and it doesn't respond to our signals. Wait... it's an Imperial assault shuttle! Repeat, an Imperial..."

Two explosions rocked the base, showering dust and small rocks on everyone. The screens monitoring the asteroid's interior flashed white and flicked off. Ackbar turned to Pollard "there no way we can hold out against an attack. We just don't have enough soldiers. Give the emergency evacuation signal."

Pollard complied, he shouted into his com unit "emergency evacuation. All personnel immediately report to the life boat bay. This is no drill" the base shuddered as the assault shuttle continued its bombardment. With each explosion the light flickered ominously.

Ackbar then turned to Lyla "if I don't retrieve the two man B-wing configuration files from this computer then everything we've worked for will be lost. I need more time".

Rynn had just began to leave the briefing room to try to track down the mole when comms station started squawking, and then the asteroid shook. Stumbling into a wall, the Ubesian used it to steady himself, "If we don't get back to the Gold and out of the Hangar bay we could be blocked in."

He looked at Lyla and asked. "Want me on the Gold to provide point defense against that shuttle? It'll also give me a chance to get the engine running for a quick escape once the Commander has the plans downloaded. "

'Scratch that, we have a space battle!' Lyla corrected, abandoning her former plans as the base rocked and she grabbed the console for support. Their timetable had moved very much forward. They had the worst luck.

She agreed with Rynn, saying 'Alright. I'll go with you and get on turrets. We need to take that assault shuttle out if we're to get out of here.'

Chu-Shkar stopped what he was doing and instead moved to the console where the files were kept. He began copying them to the portable computer, and also began to upload a virus into the computer that would wipe the mainframe and scrub any data from the drives. He would activate the virus only once the data had been stored.

Rolled 21,15 Use computer (Master slicer).

"They are already here !?" exclamed Klyn.
The universe was conspiring against him getting any verpine upgrade on the Gold...

He then noticed the talk about using the gold to go against the invaders.
"Unless the Verpines are VERY quick worker, I don't think the Gold is shape for another battle, let alone against an Imperial assault shuttle"
He warned them as they moved toward their ship.

"Do they have any fighters in this base?" Rynn asked as they ran to the hanger. "I could try to hold them off as long as I can while the gold is loaded. Klyn is right it can't take another hit right now, but the turrets could protect the hanger from within."

'Doubt it. Ackbar only mentioned the three transports and two prototype B-wings. Which are unhelpfully not here.' Lyla answered Rynn, running with him and Klyn. She really wished they had those B-wings now; they might actually get to see if they as good as claimed. 'Alright, it's a plan, we'll stay in the hangar and fire out. We'll still get shot at, but base shields can protect us, providing we can still shoot out.'
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Both Chu-Shkar and Ackbar concentrated on retrieving the vital data and wiping the mainframe before the Imperial could access it. The rest of the crew ran back to the ship. As they ran out of the Command Centre and into the Communications Centre the bombardment stopped as suddenly as it began.

"The Imperials must have invaded the base" Pollard called out in surprise.

'Oh, come on! Give us a chance to catch up!' Lyla yelled at the universe in general, annoyed at the rapidly advancing events, moving beyond their ability to deal with them. Readying her ICWS rifle, she barged out the door, waving her team to follow. 'Arm up and follow me! We're gonna drive them into space!'

[Language unknown: "Ut venpe ch ameeentra Hisa hi maiou el."] Chu-Shkar barked out. His vox box translating it as "I need 9 seconds give me that time."
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Tera drew her lightsaber. This was going to get more complicated rather quickly and would probably end her opportunity to find the spy. "We can hold them for that long."

"Already!?" exclamed Klyn as Lyla took aim at the universe.

"We have to make sure people - us included - are able to make it to the ships" he added, checking his blaster and ready to follow directions, or return fire.
"But I have no idea how we will manage to get to the secondary position without them noticing.."

"This is why I don't like NOT being in a ship. If we were in the ship, we could be up and flying right now. But noooo, we are in a rock in the middle of space." Rynn said, blaster drawn and taking up the rear of the group and watching their backs. "Still beats swimming."

A master slicer Chu-Shkar had the transfer and deletion of the data in hand. Commander Ackbar switched the holo-display to show a map of the base so the Rebels could plan their defence as they ran back toward the Alabak's Gold.



The four Rebels made their way into the corridor between the Communications Centre and the Hangar Bay without meeting any stormtroopers or Imperials yet.

OOC Key of known areas

2. Command Centre
3. Communications Centre
5. Hangar Bay.

Lyla thumbed her comlink, calling 'Ackbar! Have your security personnel meet us outside the Hangar Bay, but leave a few guarding the other entrances. And have everyone else focused on evac. Remove all research, useful equipment and munitions, and anything that the Imperials could use to trail us, even personal affects.' It seemed rich for the lieutenant to give orders to the soon-to-be admiral they'd been ordered to obey, and it took some brass to boss around the top brass, but Lyla no longer had time to screw around with protocol and chains of command.


OOC: I can barely read the numbers on that map.
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Tera laughed self deprecatingly to herself "Guess our little diversion didn't stop them for even a minute."

At the end of the corridor the Rebels came to the heavy blast door which led into the hangar. The blast was open. They stepped into the hangar. The tall hangar bay was near empty. Beside the control tower were two smashed asteroid hoppers and the Alabak's Gold was not there. A Imperial assault shuttle hovered in the opening to the hangar, its boarding tube disgorging white armoured stormtroopers.

OOC Yes I know the map is small. I'm using a free site for image hosting. Photobucket which I used to use is now charging. If anyone know a good and free image hosting site let me know and I might be able to post bigger maps.

For reference if you can't see the numbers the hangar is the room on the bottom right. You are at the blast door.

Lyla burst into the hangar, looking urgently around, taking in the situation. Wrecked hoppers, Imperial assault shuttle, Stormtroopers. The ungainly turtle-like shape of the Alabak's Gold was noticeable by its absence. 'Where the cruk's my ship?!' she screamed, enraged and dismayed by this act of grand theft starship. It was like an old friend had been kidnapped.

But it was very clear that there was a spy, and they had stolen their ride. 'We need that shuttle!' she decided, quickly adapting and just as quickly bringing her DC-17m ICWS to bear on the enemy...


OOC:
13:38, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 25 using 1d20+6. initiative.

In reply to Lyla Rahn (msg # 149):

"I'll flank them." Rynn said through his voice modulator after spotting the other door off the side of the hangar. He moved back down the hallway and moved through the room adjacent to the hanger, readying his blaster pistol before opening the door.





07:52, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.
07:45, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 11 using 1d20+3.  Initiative .

As they managed to reach the hangar without trouble, Klyn hoped had increased, only to drop dead when he noticed the Gold was not where he was supposed to be.

"What the hell did those Verpines do with her?" he yelled at the same time as Lyla.

He quickly too his communicator and tried to reach T3.

"T3? Where are you? What's happening? WHERE IS OUR SHIP !?"
he asked/yelled while taking cover.
init 15

Tera drew her saber as she joined the others. "Looks like we might need to take the shuttle from them and quickly...before the frigate gets here."


OOC:
18:45, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 19 using 1d20+10.  Initiative.

As the Rebels reacted to the invasion a squad of five stormtroopers disembarked and began crossing the hangar to secure the base.

Klyn's attempts to contact T3 on his comlink receive a dead line. Running around the corner Rynn entered the Recreation area. The room contained tables, chairs, a food dispenser and holo-Dajarik game. A heavy blast door led back into the hangar through which Rynn saw the stormtroopers approaching.

The Imperial shuttle was a Sienar Fleet Systems Sentinel-class landing craft, a transport ship with the capacity for up to seventy five troopers.

OOC Roll Initiative. Stormtroopers act on Initiative order 10 so everyone can act now.

The range to the stormtroopers from the corridor is 45 squares, from the Rec room 30 squares.

Chu-Shkar's countdown Round 7 of 15.

'Fan out! Keep to cover!' Deciding to run and gun, Lyla charged across the hangar before the Stormtroopers could draw a bead on her, unleashing a hail of blaster fire into their ranks. She slid into cover behind one of the wrecked hoppers, looking back to see what chaos she'd wrought.


OOC:
Far Shot: reduce short range to point-blank.
Point Blank Shot: +1 attack and damage
Running Attack: move, attack, move

Swift: switch weapon to autofire, -5
Standard: area attack 20, damage 18, or halved for 9
Move: move 6 squares to cover, closer to shuttle.

Rynn ducked out of the rec room running closer to the stormtroopers while looking for cover. He slid into cover and glanced around it, raising his arm to point at the closest storm trooper coming his way and fired a shot.





Move 6 squares to cover
Standard Attack. Didn't factor in -2 from short range, and +1 from skirmisher attack roll should be 19, damage is 16.
07:51, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 16 using 3d8+3.  Damage.
07:50, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 20 using 1d20+7.  Attack, modified heavy blaster .
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Chu-Shkar continued to slice together code for his surprise, while simultaneously downloading and copying the data. So far so good, let's hope the team can hold them off long enough for it to matter. He thought to himself.
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Klyn followed Lyla's move and took cover nearby while setting his blaster for more damage.

move action and personalized modifications.

The Imperial Stormtroopers continued to pour out of the boarding tube. The small crew of the Rebel's offered enough resistance to prevent them spreading out to overwhelm the base. Lyla's rifle spat blast-fire from one direction and Rynn's rifle from another. Caught in the crossfire three of the stormtroopers fell almost as soon as their boots hit the hangar floor. The surviving two crouched and returned fire. Closer and more accurate Rynn was shot with enough force to almost knock him off his feet.

Despite the Rebels success the battle was not going in their favour as another five stormtroopers emerged and set up a defensive line behind the surviving two.

By the heavy blast doors Tera kept out of sight and ready to close the eighteen inch thick enhanced titanium blast door when the Rebels needed to make an getaway.

OOC Rynn takes 16 damage. There are now 7 stormtroopers in hangar.

Range to nearest Stormtrooper, in squares
Tera 45
Lyla and Klyn 39
Rynn 24

Chu-Shkar's countdown 8 of 15.

CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP  Notes

Lyla        21 21 18   54/54  1/1  (+14) 8  4
Chu-Shkar   15 17 16   31/31  1/1  (+14) 6  1
Klyn        14 20 18   33/33  1/1  (+9)  7  2
Tera        18 19 20   59/59  1/1  (+12) 8  3
Jason       17 19 13   40/40  1/1  (+15) 6  3
Rynn        16 18 15    9/25  1/1  (+10) 7  3

Initiative Order
Lyla 25
Tera 19
Klyn 15
Rynn 11
Stormtroopers 10

Seeing the Stormies all lined up for her, Lyla was glad of autofire. She continued to strafe and blast the squad of Stormtroopers, hoping to thin their ranks some more. She regretted it took so long to prepare her ICSW as a grenade launcher, else she could do the job more quickly.


OOC:
Standard: area attack 21, damage 18, or halved for 9

Rynn recoiled, nearly fell, then stumbled back behind cover against the attacks from the storm troopers. He was comforted by the sound of Lyla's gun opening up on the stormtroopers, and he hoped it killed a few. As he stumbled and ran Rynn snapped a shot off at the stormtroopers hoping to keep their heads down while he sought cover.


OOC: Standard Attack:Failed
     Swift: Second Wind
     Move:  Move to cover


09:09, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 12 using 1d20+6.  Attack, modified heavy blaster .

Chu-Shkar continued his slicing, nearly oblivious to the sounds of battle that were growing closer.

There was little to do but to try to hold them off as long as possible.

But holding them would only work for a short time. And they didn't have a ship to escape with anymore.  Whoever took it better have a very good reason and be helpful or really hope the imperials kill them all before they find him or her.

standard: attack (hit 23 dmg 20)

The flash and burn of blasterfire continued to fill the hangar as the Rebels fought desperately to stop the Imperial invasion. Dug in and prepared to fight the Rebel shots knocked out more Stormtroopers. The bodies of the Imperial soldiers scattered on the ground. It did not prevent the Imperials growing in number however as yet another five Stormtroopers rushed out of the boarding tube to take up position behind the others.

OOC There are now 9 stormtroopers in hangar.

Range to nearest Stormtrooper, in squares
Tera 45
Lyla and Klyn 39
Rynn 24

Chu-Shkar's countdown 9 of 15.

CN          F  R  W    HP   Second Wind FP DP  Notes

Lyla        21 21 18   54/54  1/1  (+14) 8  4
Chu-Shkar   15 17 16   31/31  1/1  (+14) 6  1
Klyn        14 20 18   33/33  1/1  (+9)  7  2
Tera        18 19 20   59/59  1/1  (+12) 8  3
Jason       17 19 13   40/40  1/1  (+15) 6  3
Rynn        16 18 15   19/25  0/1  (+10) 7  3

Initiative Order
Lyla 25
Tera 19
Klyn 15
Rynn 11
Stormtroopers 10
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'Oh, come on! What is this, a clown car?' Lyla cursed, dismayed at the ever-swelling ranks of the Stormtroopers. She sprayed another hail of blaster bolts into their ranks; at least she had no lack of targets or worry about hitting them.


OOC:
Far Shot: reduce short range to point-blank.
Point Blank Shot: +1 attack and damage

Standard: area attack 14, damage 18, or halved for 9

"I don't know how long we can hold them off it they keep coming" answered Klyn.
"Any news about an escape ship?" he added after his shoot.

From behind Tera heard running, had the Stormtroopers already surrounded them? Then she heard the gruff voice of Pollard as the pirate sidled up beside her, blaster pistol in one hand and grenade in the other. he looked at the battle in the hangar and Stormtroopers filling it up "that shuttle could be transporting two full platoons. We should back up and close the blast doors. There's life boats on the other side of the base" he told her.

Tera looked towards the others, pausing for just half a second too long, before coming to a decision. "Pull back everyone! There are life boats on the other side of the base!" she put away her lightsaber using her pistol to blast one or two shoots into the hangar, posing no real threat to any of the storm troopers.

Lyla swore explosively, angered that they'd have to fall back and let the Stormies made a beachhead, but she knew this wasn't a fight they could win. From the skirmish outside to having their precious Gold stolen, and now losing the base, this day had rapidly gone from bad to worse to bloody terrible, and had a feel of desperate finality and failure to it. She hoped this wasn't going to be how it ended.

'Move your tails outta here!' she shouted, rising and running from her place of cover behind the trashed hopper. Dashing swiftly across the deck under raining fire, returning a wild spray of her own, she skidded wildly through the blast doors. 'Get them doors down!' she urged, moving to hold the position while the others worked the doors.


OOC:
Swift: Lieutenant power, grant all allies in LoS additional move action
Double Move: move to behind blast doors,
Running Shot: move, shoot, move, move
Far Shot: reduce short range to point-blank.
Point Blank Shot: +1 attack and damage
Standard: area attack 15, damage 15, or halved for 7

Still very unhappy about the fact they still had no idea about the Gold's whereabouts Klyn had to admit they couldn't hold the imperials any more.

They were already inferior in numbers and the imperials kept coming.

So he followed his lieutenant's order and fell back toward the doors.


action: fire, move, move.
to hit: 24, damage 15

More Stormtroopers fell as Lyla and Klyn blasted them as they quickly retreated. Tera turned to the control panel for the blast door, ready to cut the Stormtroopers invasion of the Rebel base off. The blast door did not close at the simple push of a button, Tera needed to enter the access codes or override them.

OOC Tera roll a Use Computer check.

Hearing the call to retreat, the Ubese dashed back through the side door he'd came through not long before, and closed it. Doing his best close and lock the doors trapping the storm troopers inside.


OOC: Any way to remotely open the hangar forcefield and suck the air out?

08:56, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 19 using 1d20+9.  Use computer.

Tera fiddled with the door controls, trying to get them shut in time.

OOC: This is bound to make me look mroe like an Imperial spy
16:51, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 15 using 1d20+12.  Use computer.

Without the Rebels to hold them back the Stormtroopers began to take command of the hangar. Soon there was twenty-three Stormtroopers in the hangar and still more disembarking from the Imperial shuttle. Twelve of their comrades lay on the ground.

Neither Rynn and Tera were able to break the code and close the blast doors. With the Stormtroopers building in numbers they would have to be quick or they would be overrun and captured.

OOC Try again for Use Computer to break the code and seal the doors or run and leave them open, your choice.

Chu-Shkar's countdown 11 of 15.

Klyn reached the position of the two others and asked "what's taking you so long? close the damned doors!" Seeing they were apparently stuck he shoved one of them a,d started to work on the controls.

"I'm really starting to hate that place" he muttered as his fingers danced on the various buttons.
"To think it had begun so nicely..."

'Come on, come on, come on!' Lyla urged her team-mates, as if that could make the doors close any faster. There wasn't any other way than wishing and pushing for her to help get them closed. She'd given up trying to shoot the Stormtroopers; no use wasting shots on an endless supply of them. Instead, she focused on keeping them at bay, to give the others long enough to close and seal the doors.


OOC: There didn't seem much point shooting at this point.

A bit of pressure from the mounting number of Stormtroopers and some help from Klyn then the blast door sealed shut with a clank. Without the codes the Imperials would have to knock down the door or cut through it, both time consuming tasks.

The Rebels last glimpse of the hangar bay saw it overrun with Stormtroopers. The Imperial assault shuttle most likely carrying a contingent of upwards to eighty soldiers.

OOC Waiting to see if Rynn will keep trying the other blast door or run.

As the blast door finally closed in front of her, cutting off the charging Stormtroopers with heartbeats to spare, Lyla felt a rush of relief, mixed with painful frustration and dread. 'Damn it!' she spat, kicking the blast door. They'd already surrendered one part of the base, slashing their available options and losing one avenue of retreat. This felt less like a victory and more the first step on an inevitable path to defeat.

Then she remembered the layout of the hangar, and how Rynn had gone around to an adjoining room to flank them. 'Rynn!' she realised, sprinting off to rejoin and aid her team-mate. On the way, she frantically loaded a fresh power-pack into her rifle.


OOC: Let's join Rynn and try to get the other blast-door closed.

Chu-Shkar was keeping his attention focused on the data files. He needed to succeed, and was alert for the possibility of anyone trying to stop him. But he was hoping that he would be able to finish in time. This could be of vital importance to the Rebellion.

"C'mon C'mon C'mon." Rynn said, fingers tapping on the touchpad trying to seal the door. Once it was clear he couldn't get it he took off to link up with the other rebels.



09:50, Today: Rynn Culmar rolled 12 using 1d20+9.  Use computer.

"What about Rynn?" asked Klyn, still grinning from his success.

A short lived grin as the situation cleared itself.

"Once in a while, a nice smoothly run mission might be a good change, you know" he commented as they rushed toward their ally's position.

"Couldn't get that one closed, they are going to be able to pour through it." He explained out of breath a bit from sprinting.

'It never goes smooth!' Lyla retorted to Klyn as they hared around the base.

She caught up with Rynn, crestfallen to hear he couldn't get the door close. 'Klyn, Tera, can you do what you did to the other door?' Why the cruk this hangar had two blast doors she would never know.

"Well, it depend on how much time they are going to let me try" he answered.

"Rynn, how close were they when you left?" he asked as he started running toward the second door.

"Seemed to be forming up. Not sure which way they are going." Rynn said, glancing back toward the way he came. "But we really shouldn't hang around. There are way more in there than I thought there would be."

The blast door stubbornly refused to close so Rynn fled before the growing army of Stormtroopers which had taken the hangar. Rynn ran through the base's recreational area. He passed through a normal door to reach the corridor where he met the others, the door looked very weak compared with the blast door.

Klyn went running toward the rec room, the room contained tables, chairs, a food dispenser and holo-Dejarik game. The blast door was wide open and inviting. The heavy footfall of many Imperial Stormtroopers was heard through it.



OOC Chu-Shkar's countdown 12 of 15.

"Yeah, they uh seem to know what's going on here given their numbers." Tera suggested as she tried to assist in the closing of the blast door

17:31, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 31 using 1d20+12.  Use computer

Lyla ran with Klyn and Tera, covering them with her rifle as they worked to shut the other blast door, desperate to keep the Imperials from storming the rest of the base. 'Another point in favour of a mole.' she cursed.

Heedless of the dangers Klyn and Tera ran through the rec room and into the face of the advancing Stormtroopers. Hails of the blasterfire scattered around them as they desperately closed the blast door. It was impossible that anyone could have completed the task without taking some injury, even a Jedi such as Tera was not invulnerable  to harm. A blast bolt hitting her as the blast door began to seal shut, the Stormtroopers rushing forward but not fast enough to prevent the Rebels buying Chu-Shkar a few moments longer to complete his task.

Near the other closed blast door the Rebels heard the groaning and buzzing of the door being tested as the Stormtroopers began to cut through it.

OOC Tera takes 15 damage.

Chu-Shkar's countdown 13 of 15.

Spraying a wild hail of blaster bolts from her DC-17m, Lyla fought to keep the Stormtroopers back, back long for Tera to close the door. It didn't stop one getting a lucky shot in, striking Tera. 'Tera!' As soon as the heavy door clunked closed, Lyla ran to catch her friend.

'That won't hold them forever.' she muttered as she heard the grinding. 'Let's clear these rooms for evacuees and resources, take what we can, destroy what we can't, and close the other blast doors. We can slow them down at least.'

Lyla hurried out the other door in the rec room, intending to see what lay behind.


OOC: Checking out room #4.

Chu-Shkar had set his bowcaster down next to the console and as the firing grew closes he made sure it was within arms reach. A few more seconds and the program would be finished. Hopefully there would be a few more seconds.

"Well" said Klyn panting as he tried to get his second wing
"That went better than I feared."

He paused to look at Tera "Nothing too bad I hope?"

But there was barely any pause as Lyla gave new orders.

"And where are those lifeboats you spoke about?"

Tera's eyes streamed with tears as she walked away from the door in pain. "Who knew being a good guy could hurt so much." She looked worried "I'll be okay, so long as ChuShkar gets those plans...and I have a few hours to myself somewhere."

'You might not get it.' Lyla warned. She could help treat Tera with her new assistance visor, but they didn't have the time. When did they ever? 'Let's just keep moving now, and deal with it later.'

She looked at Klyn momentarily confused, before realising 'That was Pollard. They're on the other side of the base. We need to make our way to them, they're our only way off now.'

"In that case, let's get our slicer and close all the doors behind us."

He paused for a moment and added

"Do you think we could manage the same departure gift we last gave when leaving a imperial controlled base?"

The room next door to the rec area was living quarters. Most of the area was open barracks, set up for communal living. Several smaller room were set up against the back wall.

Plenty of noise and activity could heard from the other side of the closed blast doors.

OOC Chu-Shkar's coutdown 14 of 15.

[Language unknown: "Nderut lladna."] Chu-Shkar mutters repeatedly, unknowingly repeating something said at the battle of Yavin. His vox box actually correctly translating it although it still was louder on the first word. "Almost there."

'Glad to hear it, Chu.' Lyla said breathlessly, hurrying back into the Command Centre to check on the wookiee. 'Keep up the good work.'

Having confirmed the barracks area was empty (at least after shooing out potential stragglers), she tried to shut the adjoining blast door, to prevent the Imperials getting access any time fast. She fiddled with the controls; she'd seen the others do this enough now, she figured she could work it out.

'If you can blow this joint, Klyn, you have my express permission.'


OOC: Shut the blast door at 2–4:
15:26, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 14 using 1d20+5. use computer.

Next, Lyla will check area #1.

Tera settled in beside Chu "Uh...you need any help?" she started to check herself for blaster burns.

While they waited for Cho to finish his work, Klyn checked his options to send his regards to the invading imperials.

With a beep from the computer Chu-Shkar gives a delighted hoot, which is translated as a loud screeching wail from his vox box. For those that have never seen a wookie grin it usually frightens them, since the wookie mouth isn't designed to smile like the more traditional humanoid faces. It comes out looking like a snarl, but the eyes aren't scrunched up in a hostile manner.

Pulling the connection from the computer he said, [Language unknown: "Riul icssplel. K poant prheek."] The vox box belts out, "I'M finished. We can tree branch!" Picking up his bowcaster, he tucked his computer into his satchel, and handed one of the computer disks to Lyla. then clicking off his Vox box temporarily, he whispers to her,  before clicking it back on.

'You heard the wookiee – let's make like a tree and branch!' Lyla agreed, hurriedly dispensing last orders. 'Close all these blast doors, check for stragglers, and bug out!'

She took the disk from Chu, slipping it into a pocket, then stared blankly as he spoke to her.

Realizing she didn't under stand he turned to Klyn and whispered the same to him.
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Hurrying away from the hangar and invading stormtroopers the Rebels returned to the Command Centre. Lyla punched some buttons on the blast door, it closed but did not lock. As Ackbar and Chu-Shkar finished retrieving the files Lyla explored the back room. The room she entered was hollowed out of the asteroid rock, the floor was made of thick bases of reinforced permacite. Dozens of pipes lead out of the a massive atmosphere generator which dominates the room. Three airlocks lead to the surface of the asteroid.

In the Command Centre Klyn assesses a map of the Rebel facility.

1. Atmosphere Generators.
2. Command Centre.
3. Communications Centre.
4. Living Quarters.
5. Hangar Bay.
6. Rec Area.
7. Main Power Generators.
8. Auxiliary Power.
9. Storage.
10. Repulsor Beam Generators.
11. Medical Centre.
12. Life Boat Bay.
13. Auxiliary Command Centre.

Klyn's knowledge allows him to deduce that sabotage of the Main Power Generators would destroy the base or sabotage of the Repulsor Beam Generators would result in asteroids smashing and pulverising the bases into pieces.

OOC See map above for reference to locations.
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'Atmosphere generators.' Lyla reported, returning from the back room. She'd tried switching them off an an added impediment to the Imperial occupation; the base had enough air for a little while, and they didn't intend to stay there that long.

She had another go at actually locking the blast door to the Command Centre, with less success, and asked Klyn 'So, what's the plan for blowing this joint? Tell me don't have to be in here when it happens.'


OOC: Use Computer 13, not any better than last time.
16:37, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 13 using 1d20+5. use computer.

"What's that?" he asked Chu. "Getting homesick?"
But before he could go further on that road, Lyla was back and it was time to explain his plan.

"Well, I could turn that very fine, but completely lost, base into quite a deadly trap for any imperial still on board.

I think we can safely assume we are the last one leaving so if we close each door behind us, we won't trap any innocent and it will give me the time I need to disable the repulsors protecting this big asteroid from the others around it."

he explained while giving a hand in closing the door.

"I will go straight there while you close the few doors between here and the intersection SW from here. I will meet you there as soon as I'm done.

If you are confident enough in that area, I wouldn't mind Chu's help, by the way."

'You had me at "deadly trap".' Lyla answered with a grin, ready to take whatever clever idea was on offer. 'Okay, I'll go clear Main Power rooms – do you want me to switch off power? – and close those damn blast doors... Uh, how do I actually close them anyway?'

"Don't waste time on the generator, If you shut them down, they won't be able to access Chu's 'surprise' and they will be worried about something so mine won't work either." said Klyn as he left the group.

"Just gain some time by closing the blast doors to allow more of them to get inside to increase the numbers of losses on their side and, of course, to allow me to get the job done."

Turning the vox box back on in frustration, Chu-Shkar said, [Language unknown: "Hihoarit lar ck ul la pre wautes hona itplee O th Wa ut O eewhte ut t.] The phrase coming out "REMEMBER, that word so you can decry the files I gave Lyla if I don't make it."

Then he turned to the map and studied it before saying in a flurry of roars and vox box speech. "Sir it might be a good idea for someone or possibly everyone to head to here," Pointing towards the Auxiliary Power Generators, "And use space suits to walk along the surface of the asteroid to here." Indicating the main hanger bay. "That gives us the ability to retrieve the Gold. Lifeboats won't do us much good if the Empire has ship out there. But with the Gold we can escape."

In the interest of my sanity unless I am saying something specifically important for translation I'm going to type in Vox box setting for communications going forth. The second part of this post was impossible for me to do in the way I was previously.

'Alright.' Lyla agreed to Klyn. She had another go at locking the blast door linking the Living Quarters and the Communications Centre, wishing she'd studied all this technical stuff instead of interpretative dance, and that she could just smash the panel with the butt of her rifle instead. She was having more luck now, trying to tell it there was a atmosphere breach and it should lock to prevent catastrophic damage.

She was surprised by Chu-Shkar's suggestion, then realised 'Cruk, you weren't there – the Gold was stolen, it's gone from the Main Hangar. We only have Ackbar's ships now.' The loss of the Alabak's Gold still hurt, she just hadn't had time for it to sink in. She'd lost a lot of gear and mementos too.


OOC: Attempt #3 at locking the 2–4 blast door.
19:44, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 18 using 1d20+5. UC.

"So then where are we heading?" Rynn asked, watching the path toward the storm troopers. "To the life boats then right? Seems to be the only chance? I had been hoping to snag that transport that brought the storm troopers, but they had way WAY more than I was thinking."

With some assistance from Klyn the blast door between the command centre and living quarters are sealed. The stormtrooper would break through the blast door at the hangar soon and be on their tails. Klyn headed toward the repulsor beam generator. Klyn estimated that once he shut down the beams that shielded the base it would be destroyed in about ninety seconds. Everyone else just had to get those life boats ready.

Chu-Shkar was surprised at the loss of the Gold, but that would have to wait, as there were more important things to do at the moment. "Regardless, we won't survive long in lifeboats if there are more ships out there. And I don't see the Empire sending just a single Transport to take a base. We need another option."

On their communicator Klyn intervened as he moved closer to his objective.
"Well, I'm working on a good way to keep them very busy.  And we don't really have any others options. At least I don't have any idea.  But if you have, I would be very glad to listen, as our chances are dim at best."

Lyla hurried out to the Main Power Generators room, briefly checking it and the Auxiliary Power room before trying to close and shut the blast door to prevent Imperial access. On the comlink, she answered the team 'I think we're taking the lifeboats to the secondary research base, where the B-wings and transports. That's what Ackbar said. We'll get a proper ride there.'


OOC: Close and lock blast door to Area #7.
10:41, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 18 using 1d20+5. UC.

Klyn started working on his plan.
"Just a quick information." he began.
"Once I am done with this, we will only have around 90 seconds to get the hell out of here before this station change it's function from nice base to pack of asteroids.

So just tell me we you are all ready to leave so that I can push the last button and run back to you as fast as possible."

Their plan to escape in the lifeboats was simple and the majority of the Rebels ran to make their escape. Most Verpine and technical staff were gone, although they saw a few rushing head in the directions. Lyla set to obstruct the Imperials at every opportunity, closing blast doors and trying to set locks on them, without the security codes her attempts were ineffectual.

Klyn reached the Repulsor Beam Generators, three tall, silver cylinders, interconnected by a maze of pencil-thin filaments. A computer control panel would grant the engineer access and a chance to destroy the asteroid.

The rest of the Rebels led by Lyla ran through the Medical Centre. The room consisted of eight beds, one bacta-tank and a curtained off corner.

A shiver ran through the ubese's spine at the thought of navigating a lifeboat through a swarm of tie fighters but he said nothing.

"Should we be checking for other survivors?"

Rynn asked as he moved with the main group toward the lifeboats.

"Or are we assuming that everyone who needs to leave has left?"

'Now you tell me.' Lyla muttered sourly as she realised her attempts to lock the blast doors were not only pointless, but ineffectual. Some instructions sure would be nice. 'Hey, Ackbar! Transmit me the security codes!' she demanded irritably of the admiral, forgetting respect for the brass in favour of actually getting the job done. After all, he'd forgotten to be helpful earlier.

If that failed, she could always settle for bashing the control panel off with the butt of her rifle; what she couldn't lock, she would make inconvenient.

'Yes, check all rooms, leave no one behind.' Lyla ordered Rynn, from where she was still arguing with a blast door.


OOC: Can we please have some rules on closing these blast doors to save time and frustration? Action, skill, DC? And Ackbar ought to know the codes and to have given them to us.

Klyn started to work on his plan but the safety measures implemented to avoid exactly what he was planning proved to be quite strong.

Looking at Lyla Chu-Shkar asked, "What do you wish for me to do?"

'Help me with these blast doors! Close and lock them all behind us!'

Tera for the sake of her own sanity and to make sure no-one would be left behind, checked the curtained off corner of the medbay.

Rynn moved with Tera to provide a bit of ranged support to the Jedi, and ensure she kept moving and didn't get left behind herself. He dialed up the volume on his voice amplifier. "IS ANYONE REMAINING IN THE STATION?"

Split from Klyn the Rebels explored the medical centre. Behind the curtain was a surgical bed and apparatus. The bed was unoccupied.

Klyn began his plan to sabotage the Repulsor Beam Generators but it was more difficult than the engineer had anticipated. Rather than command a shut down he might have to set an explosive or damage it enough with something else to stop it working.

The sounds of the Imperial invasion grew louder as the troopers began to break down the blast door.

OOC The Blast Doors can be closed by anyone but programming them so they won't open again for anyone else takes a Use Computer check DC 20.

Chu-Shkar goes to the access terminal for the blast door controls, and plugs in his computer. A quick diagnostic program quickly finds the security subroutines and he gets to work changing the codes.

Since he is a master slicer, and this is his specialty he quickly has the doors locked down tight. "That should do it."

09:48, Today: Chu-Shkar rolled 22,27 using 1d20+14,1d20+14.  use computer.

Looking around for something he could use to disable the generators, Klyn made another attempt at disabling the securities.

'Thanks, Chu! You get these doors closed and locked, I'll run around like a headless gutkurr chook clearing these rooms.' With that, the twi'lek scout sprinted up a branching tunnel to the storage chamber.


OOC: Checking and clearing area #9, Storage.

As the Stormtroopers broke through the first blast door and into the base Chu locked the two blast doors that would prevent them following them through the Communications Centre. They had a bit more time which Lyla used to search the room at the end of the tunnel. Inside the room were many crates stacked up against the walls. The boxes were both the Rebel and Verpine supplies.

Klyn's expertise was repairing things but the engineer also knew how to dismantle or disable any device. The Repulsor Beam Generators were no exception. Klyn would have no problem deactivating the power supply and then short circuiting it so that the power could not be restored, or at least not before the whole asteroid was obliterated.

OOC Lyla Perception check.

Klyn, whenever you are ready let me know and I'll begin the count down!

Lyla quickly but thoroughly scanned the stacks of crates, not wanting to leave behind anything that might be essential or top-secret, nor to leave behind any personnel who might be injured, lagging, or incapacitated.


OOC: 10:54, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 28 using 1d20+9. perception.

Klyn signaled to the others that he was ready to launch the deadly countdown.
"Just tell me when you are safe and I will start it... and run like hell."

"I'm headed to the life boats, to make sure we don't have any surprises waiting for us." Rynn said over the comms as he raced to where the boats should be.

Grabbing Lyla by the arm he began moving her and him towards the lifeboats. [Language unknown: "Rindpa ut repaunncul!"] "LET"S go lefty!"

He's not going to force her if she resists, but it's the idea of DANGER coming and he grabs the LT to drag her to safety. He's acting concerned, not domineering.

Not wanting to get stuck in the asteroid or caught by the stormtroopers Lyla gave the storage room a quick search. There was lots of boxes full of various essential items. What struck Lyla as odd was the way the boxes had been placed, there would be a gap in the middle of the stack of boxes.

Klyn had his sabotage ready and was awaiting orders from Lyla. Chu-Shkar watched over Lyla.

The first to reach the Life Boat Bay was Rynn. There was three bays for life boats. Two empty and one remained. Commander Ackbar stood by the open hatch to the medium-sized life boat "quickly we need to complete the evacuation" he called to Rynn.

'Just a sec!' Lyla pulled away from Chu-Shkar, hurrying to look behind or through the stack of crates. It might be nothing, might be just bad stacking, but some instinct or doubt made her suspect something more.


OOC: Has a box been simply removed, or have they been deliberately placed this way to conceal something?

An examination of the crates made Lyla certain that the placing of the crates was deliberate and that someone or something was hidden in the middle.

OOC: Is that something gone now, or still hidden? Lyla takes a quick look if she can.

OOC Still hidden.

Chu-Shkar, not knowing what she was doing, shouted. "LIEUTENANT, we need to leave! Those storm troopers will be through the door soon, or find a way around!"

'There's something hidden here!' Lyla retorted, climbing up and taking a quick peek behind the crates. 'I'm not leaving anything vital behind.'


OOC: Taking a quick look:
10:56, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 24 using 1d20+9. perception.

Behind the crates Lyla discovered a trio of Verpine, their antennae nervously twitching.

'Oh, by the Goddess's tails!' Lyla cried, exasperated that these three somehow hadn't gotten the message to evacuate. Didn't they have telepathic communication or something? 'Come on, move, we're getting out of here!' she urged them.
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The three tall insectoids garbled a response to Lyla that must have been their attempt at Galactic Basic then rushed off toward the life boats, reassured that the enemy Imperial hive soldiers had not penetrated this far into the asteroid.

Once they were moving, Lyla scrambled off the crates and sprinted after them. 'Now we're going!' she yelped to Chu-Shkar, clapping his furry arm.


OOC: Getting the hell out of here. :)

OOC Continued in The Trip.