Tylen knows they are about in the right area and he knows he is not the best shot - that is Yas's expertise.  So instead of following the gunman, Tylen advances into the corridor that the Vagr exited - shotgun ready and cocked.

Shui has wasted no time*.  At Tylen and Saskia's alert, she immediately rose and headed for the medbay, triggering the comm on her dataglove.

++ All passengers, please remain in your rooms.  This is not a drill.  Remain in your rooms. ++

The last thing they need are the passengers coming running with questions and requests to assist.

Arriving at her office, she snags her black bag, nothing more, and immediately turns about.  Back to the hatch, then, where Saskia awaits.  No questions, here, and no requests.  "Ms. Blake, please ward the hatch."  That said, she opens it, takes a quick glance, and - if there is no danger obvious - heads out.

Another message sent as she hurries to the docking bay exit, this time on the crew channel. ++ Security personnel, medical officer is ready to assist at your discretion. ++

Without their directions, she has no idea where to go.

*heavy irony.
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"Watch your corners!" Yas calls back at Tylen as she watches the Vargr ditch something and move off.  As much as she would like to secure him as well, it is not the primary objective at the moment, but rather to secure the scene and take control.  She makes a mental note of where the object was ditch as she checks each corner before moving on.

"Please remain at the ship for now," she calls, quietly, over the comms to Sushi.  The last thing they need is another non-combatant to look out for.

She dares a peek around the corner, for a moment, to assess the situation and to come up with a strategy based upon these findings, should any adversary remain.  Time is of the essence, but risking more lives is pointless.

Shui's lips purse in a moue of exasperation.  ++ Yes ++ she returns, simple and clear, nothing more.  Whatever the situation, obviously Yasmine and Tylen do not need distractions of any kind, and she will not second-guess the people 'on the ground'.

But if she returns to the ship, she'll be another minute or so away from any injured people.

Decision made, Shui takes a quick glance around the hanger entrance.  It's not cluttered, but there is machinery, loading equipment, service equipment...certainly the terrain isn't barren.  Her lips thin, one corner twisting down, and she shrugs.  And moves.

Moments later, the hanger again becomes quiet and seemingly empty.

Tylen swings around the corner into the cross corridor, even as Yas yells a warning at him.

Ash is there, with two Vargr close to him.  Jago is down - dead or unconscious.

One of the Vargr is on the far side of Ash, and facing towards Tylen as he enters the corridor.  The alien has a pistol, and squeezes off a shot, even as the security officer realises that he shouldn't use his shotgun with Ash so close to the Vargr.

The round explodes against the wall close to Tylen... who doesn't see any immediate cover, short of dodging back around the corner.

Yas, hearing a new shot, looks carefully around the corner to assess the situation...

It is quick thinking time, no cover, no real way of backing out, a weapon in hand that isn't immediately useful, a flap top holster that stops a quick draw of the pistol.  But Yas round the corner. She'll be waiting for a shot.  Bit of bluff, a brass neck and hope Ash does as he's told.

Tylen continues to step around the  corner half across the corridor, trying to draw the Vagr's eyes away from the Yas corner.  "Hit the deck" he barks, eyes making brief contact with Ash, but then focusing on the Vagr as he brings the shotgun up ready to fire.
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Another shot fired.  No time to waste, this has to end now.  Yas pops out enough to have a clean shot, or two, using her default weapon - the .50 cal revolver.  Not only does it roar loud, but it will roar even louder for a Vargr.

As the shot rings out, making even her ear rings in the confined space, she starts shouting, in as loud and commanding voice as she can muster, which in all fairness is quite a bit.

"DROP THE GUN!  DROP IT!  DO IT!  NOW!!"

She does not even wait to see if she hit the Vargr or not, but keeps barking out orders, over and over.  Jago is down and if possible she rather not have anyone else down either, regardless of how much she would love to beat the pup to a pulp right now.  Killing can come far too easy.

The large calibre revolver roars in the smaller corridor, even as Ash drops close to Jago.

The Vargr duck, and one presses his wrists tight against his ears, still holding a knife in one hand.  The other yelps, and drops a snub-pistol on the deck, then covers his ears as the echo of the shot rolls down the passage.

"No shoot Hoomaan!  No shoot!" howls the alien with the knife.

Shui sits quietly in her place of concealment, waiting in case somebody has been hurt, and her services are called upon.

A man appears on the ramp of the other ship in the bay, followed by a second.  They stroll casually down to the bay floor, both are armed.  Shotguns.

They cross the floor, heading towards the bay exit.  Suddenly the footsteps stop, and one of them yells.  "You there!  Behind the atmosphere processors!  We are Lady Luck security!  We know you're there!  Come out with your hands where we can see them!  You have five seconds to comply, or we'll toss a grenade in there!"

"Then drop the knife.  NOW!"   Tylen instructs as he advances towards the Vagr with the knife, shotgun levelled.  However, he makes sure that he stay on the far side of the corridor and does not get between Yas and the Vagr at all.

Assuming they mean her, Shui carefully slips out from her cover, holding the bag up in one hand, the other open and empty of any threat.  "Shui Tiesi, Profit Margin Steward and Medical Officer," she calls out with a worried glance at the weaponry.  "I'm waiting for word of a firefight situation involving my crew nearby - I've been ordered to stay near the ship until that is contained, and thought it a better idea to remain in cover."

She glances up at the medical bag, then offers the men a strained smile.  She can't exactly blame them for their concern, though tossing of grenades does seem a trifle excessive. "Do either of you gentlemen know about this, and where it is taking place?  And if so...would you be willing to escort me?  I could have crew members injured."

"BACK UP!  AND KEEP THOSE HANDS ON YOUR HEADS!"

Keeping the sound levels high should ensure that the Vargr's kept their morale low, she reasons, and moves forward only when they move back to kick the gun back, while Tylen moves in to secure the blade.  Without taking her eyes of them - and even keeping her head on a swivel, should the runaway behind them return - she calls out to her crewmate, "Ash!  You OK?"

"So that's you're ship over there, and you're waiting for word on a fight, and you decided that the best way to get that information would be to skulk behind some processors and ask any total strangers who happened to discover you if they had heard anything?"

"What do you think, Roj?  Plausible?"

"I think we should just shoot her right now Chief."

The one addressed as "Chief" sighs, "See, we can't do that, because we've already called Port Security, and if they arrive and find a dead body, there'll be forms to fill out, statements to make, and we might have to take lunch a bit late."

"But you're right Roj, it sounds a bit iffy to me too.  Especially since there are a lot of thefts going on around the docks lately.  I guess we're just going to have to keep her here until PortSec show up and take her in for questioning.  Shouldn't be too long.  And we'll be on time for lunch."

In the corridor, there is a lot of shouting.  And a lot of confusion, most of it on the part of the Vargr, and almost all of it a result of the shouting.  A lot of the shouting seems contradictory, which increases the confusion as the Vargr try to comply with all the instructions.  So desperate are they to comply that the one who had originally held the gun even pulls a small folding knife out of his pocket and throws it on the deck.

The other also drops his knife, which is probably a good thing, since it lessens the chance that he'll stab himself in the head.

Ash gets to his knees, "I'm not hurt, but Jago's been shot."

Somewhere along the corridor a siren is coming closer...

Shui nods slowly.  "Very reasonable, gentlemen.  I understand your predicament."  She holds up her dataglove.  "My ID is here, and I can contact the Profit Margin if you wish.  I have been instructed by my security to remain here until they call me.  I chose to do so outside of my ship because if someone is injured, I did not want to wait, and I am in cover because I have no idea how far away the altercation is."

"And I am unarmed." 

That much is true - she doesn't even have the accursed snub pistol, it's still back in the drawer.

"By all means confirm with Port Security, and I have no issue with an escort," she continues, "but please allow me to at least go to my crewmember if I receive a call to assist!"

Ash looks shaken.  He's not in shock, having seen his share of violence - random or otherwise.  But, he does seem upset at how quickly the situation has turned.  He purses his lips and waving off any aid for himself, urges the others, "We need to get Shui here quick!"  His troubled gaze turns towards the prone figure of Jago once more and he kneels again, looking to staunch any blood flow.

"The captain needs serious medical attention..." he pleads with Tylen and Yas.  One blood stained finger stabs at his wrist computer and then uses the dication feature, "++Shui, The Captain's been shot.  Chest wound; I'm afraid to move him.  ETA?++"

Ash has no formal medical training.  Sure he has done a field dressing or two.  And he's read plenty of medical mysteries and seen plenty of medical documentary vids.  But, this is out of his league, he's pretty sure.

"You want me to get her?  Or shall I wait here and keep an eye on these two?" Tylen ask Yas, nodding towards Jago and Ash.

"No, you wait here until PortSec arrive - you don't go anywhere, and you don't call anybody.  We have no way of verifying your credentials, and no easy way of confirming that anybody you call is actually who you claim they are." the Chief holds his shotgun so that it points in the general direction of Shui's gut.  "Imperial regs give me the authority to hold anybody that I feel has been acting suspiciously in the vicinity of any ship that I serve on, until such time as a local law enforcement unit arrives to take control of the situation."

Ash kneels next to Jago and pulls aside the Captain's jacket, ignoring the large hole, with the scorched edges, in the front of it.  The jacket, with its armoured lining looks to have borne the brunt of the damage, but there is still a fair bit of blood.  At least Jago is still breathing. 

A hovercraft stops at the end of the corridor, and two Port Security officers step out, armed.  "Drop your weapons, and step aside!  What's going on here?"

Yas is about to answer both Ash and Tylen when the local law enforcement arrives.  She lifts her hands up, taking her finger off the trigger and placing it on the finger guard, as she speaks up with all the authority she can muster.

"I'm Yasmine Crow, security chief on Profit Margin.  Our captain has been shot, by these Vargrs.  Two others have fled.  I know basic first aid, let me help him until we contact and bring over proper medics, be it our doctor or your local EMS.  Either me or one of you, but he needs help now."

She fixes the officers with a steady look, hoping to drive home her point.

Taking his lead from Yas, Tylen allows the shotgun to drop, however it is still on the strap slung across his body and only falls to about waist height.

Perhaps for the first time, he is grateful that he is wearing the black uniform with security stencilled across it.

The two Port Security officers look over the situation, and one triggers a communicator attached to his helmet.  He turns away and starts to talk quietly.  The other looks at the two Vargr.

"Hello Gzagk.  Up to your usual tricks again?"  He glances down at Jago, then at Ash.  "Don't tell me... Gzagk and his gang faked a robbery, then attacked you when you tried to intervene, right?"

"Well Gazgk, this time it looks like you and your pack took things too far.  You'll be in real trouble now."

His partner turns back.  "Hovermed is two minutes out."

"You... Crow was it?  See if you can keep him comfortable until they get here."

Both officers start fitting the Vargr, none too gently, with restraints.

Lady Luck's Security Chief checks his wrist chronometer and looks, not unkindly, at Shui "They shouldn't be too long.  So why don't you tell me again why you were hiding here instead of, if that is your ship, going back aboard to wait for more information?"

"Another one legged it as we arrived," Tylen offers, turning towards the Port Security men "He dropped something in a bin around the corner.  We were too interested in getting here quickly, to worry about the one who was leaving the area."

"I can show one of you the way back there, if you like."

Shui is tense.  Not only from the firearms pointed at her - while the security doesn't seem to be planning to shoot her, they seem rather enthusiastic with their weapons - but from the issue of her crew.  She doesn't know what's happening.  She doesn't know who is hurt, if anyone.

Keeping her arms raised - it's becoming painful to hold up the medical bag at shoulder height, but with shotguns trained on her stomach she is loathe to give any offense - she again answers as best she can.  "I received a crew emergency signal, non-specific.  Ship's security left at a run, weapons in hand.  I am the ship's doctor - I secured my equipment and left the ship, comming security to request a location.  Our security chief told me to remain at the ship."

Deep breath.  "With those instructions, I remained here in the bay, outside the ship to save time if it became necessary to join them and administer medical aid.  Lacking information regarding the nature of the threat and the proximity, I hid.  It seemed prudent to do so while awaiting further instructions."
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"Crow, yes.  I am not sure, Sir, I got here after that, but in time to catch them, apart from the one who dumped something as he passed us, near the corner of the corridor," Yas replies to the officer and moves over to assist Jago.

"Did any of you send a message to Sushi?" she asks while assessing the extent of the injuries.  She has seen enough wounds in the field to do basic care, but she is no surgeon.

Tylen nods at the implied order, "I'll do it now,"and turns to his data glove.  Keying for  Shui and Saskia's personal coms he starts with little preamble, knowing thet will recognise both his voice and the coms nuumber.

"Jago has been shot, but it doesn't appear to be too bad. Yas is aadministering first aid.  We have Port Sec with us.  Do not try to make your way to us alone.  There is a fugitive Vagr in the area."

Ash nods ruefully to the Port Security officer's assessment of the circumstances.  "Yeah..." the lanky navigator notes with a touch of sheepishness and more than a touch of chagrin in his voice, "Yeah, that's pretty much how it happened..."  His voice cracks a little at the end, and he continues to cradle Jago's neck with his right hand, even as he shifts his position to make sure that Yas had full access to administer whatever first aid she can.  His other hand is still holding tightly onto Jago's.

He doesn't even look in con artist's direction at this point as preoccupied as he is with the injury to the Captain.  Well, that and the shame that Ash never seems to learn about the violent propensities of others.  He has plenty of scars to show that the universe has tried to teach him.

The thin ex-Scout takes in a deep breath, which causes his slight frame to shudder slightly.  Ash glances at both pairs of security that have arrived at this point, a thankful, if melancholy smile playing on his lips.  "Hold on, boss." he urges quietly, more for his own sake it seems, since Jago still appears unconscious, "Just a couple of minutes before they the medical team gets here..."

The Chief nods at Shui thoughtfully.  "Well, I have a couple of problems with your story."  He glances at the two large hatches connecting the bay to the rest of the station.  "But PortSec's on it's way, so this will be their business.  I'll just give them my report, that we ran a routine scan, and thermal imaging spotted you among the atmospheric processing equipment.  And then they can sort it out.  Until they show up, we can just wait here quietly."

Saskia replies to Tylen's call, "I don't know where Shui is.  She told me she was following you, and that I should close the hatch behind her.  Frell!  Just hit my frelling thumb with a torque actuator.  Isn't she with you?" 

Yas pulls Jago's jacket aside and then the still smouldering shirt.  Jago groans as she moves the shirt.  His eyes flicker open, and he looks up at her,  "Shui?  Are you wearing your hair differently?"  And then he tries to chuckle, which probably is not the best decision he's ever made.  He winces and coughs.  But at least the only blood so far seems to be on his chest.  He isn't coughing any up.


In the distance another siren can be heard getting louder.

The second Port Security Officer nods at Ash, "Well, these two will be coming with us.  They've got a record of minor assaults and petty theft, so I think that this time things won't go so well for them with the Magistrate."