Sora sends Zirak a scowl.

"Sora, you know you really should learn to use these things properly," Bane sniffs, snatching the third medpac from the weequay and preparing to inject it.

"Um, Bane..." says Sora tentatively, "I think it goes the other-"

There is a splash as bacta sprays across Bane's boots.

"Not one word, Sora," Bane replies darkly as he tosses the empty medpac aside, ignoring Ak-Yev as he focuses on cleaning off his boots.

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 8 using 1d20. Treat Injury.
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Several minutes, and as many medpacs, later, after a good deal of arguing and discussing between the three conscious party members, a combined effort has finally seen a medpac correctly inserted into a vein on Ak-Yev's arm, and the mercenary has jerked awake.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 13 using 1d20+2. Treat Injury.
Sora Bulq rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Treat Injury (Aid Another).
Bane Malar rolled 20 using 1d20. Treat Injury (Aid Another).

Ak-Yev has sat up, seemingly oblivious to the wounds on his chest and arm, and glanced about the corridor.

"I salute you Emissary," he says reverently to Zirak, "The foes of Quay will learn to fear his very name!"

"Remind me again why we decided to wake him up?" Bane says darkly as he returns to the task of scavenging duros corpses.

While Zirak rejoins Bane in their efforts, Sora has risen and limped along the corridor to peer into the nearest of the apartments.

"Sella?" he has called weakly. Upon receiving no response, he has moved onto the next one, then the next. After a few minutes he has stuck his head out of an apartment near the far end of the corridor.

"Here! I think I've found something."

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Search.

"Oh?" Zirak says darkly as he makes his way down the corridor, Bane and Ak-Yev in toe, looking as though he doubts that anything that is of interest to Sora would interest him.

"A recording," Sora says as Zirak enters, pointing to a holotable in the corner of the room. It depicts a duros in a combat jumpsuit, speaking in Durese. He holds a blaster pointed at what is unmistakably Sella, with what appears to be a large bruise on her forehead, her hands cuffed behind her back.

"They must have been in the middle of playing it when we entered," Sora surmises thoughtfully, "Either of you understand what he is saying?"
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"What do I look like, a protocol droid?" Bane says with disinterest as he moves over to rummage through a pair of lockers on the far side of the room.

"Nope," Zirak replies, equally unhelpfully as he follows Bane over to the lockers.

Bane has already tossed out a couple of jumpsuits and is examining a pair of macrobinoculars. Satisfied, he pockets these, before withdrawing a series of medpacs. He eyes these with resentment, but takes them nonetheless. He tries the next locker, which appears to be locked.

"Always a good sign," he informs Zirak knowingly as he attempts to slice it. His enthusiasm falters as the lock gives a dissatisfied beep. Then another. Then a third and final beep as the lock flashes unhelpfully 'Too many attempts. Manual override required'. Bane sighs.

"Lightsaber?" he suggests resignedly, stepping out of the way.

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Computer Use.
Bane Malar rolled 14 using 1d20+7. Computer Use.
Bane Malar rolled 14 using 1d20+7. Computer Use.

Zirak has nodded in a agreement, igniting his lightsaber to give the locker a swift jab. With a sickly beep the lock splutters and the door swings open. Zirak peers eagerly at a pile of credit chips, a modified DL-18 blaster and what is unmistakably a lightsaber stashed within.

Bane peers over his shoulder, eagerly reaching for the blaster as Zirak takes the lightsaber.

"Jackpot."

"We need a translator," Sora says impatiently as the hologram ends, pressing a button to replay it again, "Are any of those thugs out there still alive?"

"Do I look like a medic?" Zirak says as he ignites the lightsaber to reveal a green, humming blade, swinging it around experimentally, before deactivating it once more.

Sora gives an impatient growl and stalks out of the room to begin examining the bodies outside.

Bane proceeds to quickly tally the credit chips.

"Three thousand one hundred in total," he says presently, "That's a thousand each for you, me and R5."

"I've found one!" Sora calls presently, "He's still got a pulse."

Upon receiving no response from his allies, Sora withdraws a medpac and very carefully prepares to inject it. He double checks the end, and, frowning in concentration, injects it into the duros' arm. The duros gives a gasp and opens his eyes. Sora pats the empty medpac approvingly before placing it onto the floor beside him. He then turns his attention sternly to the duros.

"All right, if you want to live you've got one chance."

OOC: Sora Bulq rolled 19 using 1d20+2. Intimidate.

A minute later the duros has limped into the apartment in which Bane and Zirak are still dividing credit chips. Ak-Yev stands solemnly at Zirak's shoulder, hand resting on the grip of his blaster. The duros pauses in the doorway, eyeing the trio with apprehension, but has received a rough shove from Sora and obediently made his way over to the holotable. Sora has restarted the recording, and the duros has licked his lips before proceeding in heavily accented basic.

"It's our leader, Kuzran Terrak," he explains, before translating, "Vellor, we've hit the jackpot. Our informant has got back to us. She's Stratocracy. And not just anyone. She's the daughter of Sondiv Sella, one of Veers' inner circle. The Consortium are offering a fortune for her. This could be our buy in. Gather your men and meet me at the Blue Nova in half an hour. We're jumping this moon. And be on your guard. Sora's ship didn't detonate. He's somewhere on the moon, and you know how dangerous he is."

The recording finishes and the duros glances cautiously at Sora.

Zirak and Bane have ceased negotiating with their credit chips, and have approached with interest.

"Daughter of one of Veers' inner circle?" Bane repeats calculatingly, "Perhaps rescuing Sella isn't such a crazy idea after all..."

"Indeed," agrees Zirak, staring at the holorecording of Sella as though he is looking at a particularly large credit chip.

"We are not selling off Sella," Sora reprimands the pair sharply, "We are rescuing her."
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"Naturally," Bane replies smoothly, exchanging a meaningful look with Zirak, "Wouldn't dream of it. One thing is certain though, we need to make our way to this Blue Nova, and fast..."

OOC: End of Chapter X...