"10 here.  What's the current situation at the space port?  Any chance we could just use the swoops to get in over the gangs and not blast our way in?"

Ten, the spaceport is still under siege by the gangs and they still have the main entrances barricaded.  The spaceport dome is securely locked down and they undoubtedly have heavy weapon emplacements.  Probably portable missile launchers too since that's what they shot down CC9's taxi with.

In short, no.  You can't go over them.  Wouldn't be much of a blockade if you could.  If it were possible I would have already taken the ship out of here over them and rendezvoused with you somewehre safe.  I'd advise you find a way here quickly.  They've been quiet for a while.  I suspect they'll attack soon."

After a minute or two of silence, Heigren's voice came over the comm.

"Vyn here.  I'm heading out.  No go here.  We should move out as soon as I'm out."

"Status report, please," Cor says lightly over the comms. In the background there can be heard a muffled impact.

"Mistress.  We are attempting to subdue one unknown.  Target is armed and highly argumentative, may have murdered ACE troopers.  Two and Fiarr are attempting to secure the ACE building.  The Doctor is reconsidering his employment with us.  May have to redesignate Doctor from friend to potential threat."

"Accessing vidlink...  Oh, how... interesting.  Keep her covered but take no action to subdue unless the target utilises aggression in an attempt to prevent access to the law enforcement station.  Please pass on my apologies to Doc and assure him that we will take no violent action unless pressed, but we do not have time for niceties.  If he decides he will not remain with us then we can see him safely on an outbound transport once the spaceport is relatively secure."

Humanoid designated "Doc" currently has a comm mistress.  He has heard your words."

"Ah, yes, of course."  Cor doesn't say anything further.  Doc's heard her words and she did mean them.  Should he not recognise the level of trust the Talons have shown him merely in providing him access to their secure communications then there's little Cor can do to remedy the situation.

Casting another look at the woman and the building, he noticed the Bothan had already disappeared inside. "Eleven, Doc here. Thank you for your wisdom in this situation. However, may I suggest you get your droid's heuristic processor checked. It seems to make assumptions on the workings of a Kel Dorian mind. I cannot reconsider a possible employment which I know next to nothing of. I have simply stated I will not help people who would use uncalled for violence, non-lethal or not, against unaggressive strangers." Again the doctor seems to jest, but his voice doesn't really sound like it.

"Your opinion of my abilities as a droid specialist are noted, Doc.  The next time I feel the urge to give you medical advice I shall feel free to do so.  The building is currently being searched and, as long as she takes no act of aggression against us, the Chiss will not be harmed.  It is the ground-force commander's call as to whether refusing to relinquish her weapon is considered an act of aggression but considering that a trap has resulted in the death of one of our number very recently I keenly understand his reluctance to take her on faith.  Perhaps you should be attempting to talk her down; after all, that would be in her best interest."

A gunshot is heard via the commlink.

Apparently Devon forgot to switch his comm off again.

Cor sighs.  She doesn't offer any other comment.  She'd have liked to avoid gunfire, though.

Suddenly a new, familiar voice comes over the comm.

"Anyone?  This is 3.  I'm at the hospital, are the rest of you ok?" Anyone around here?"

"Three!  You are awake!"  Cor doesn't disguise the delight in her voice.  It soon falls neutral, however, when she gives a quick update.  "Gangs are attacking the city.  They appear to have the local populace dominated and the local government wounded.  Five has died in the line of duty, killed by gang members.  The spaceport is under intermittent attack and a small M4 droid should hopefully reach you soon; I sent it to look for you.  Seven is commanding the remaining members in attempting to secure armaments in order to break past the gangs' blockade of the spaceport entryway."  She pauses for breath and then continues.  "There are potential recruits utilising the comms channel, Doc and Hammer.  The channel remains otherwise secure."

She pauses again and then adds, "What is your status, Three?"
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"We need medical supplies, urgent.  bring anything you find to the Doc.  Medkits, medpacs, sticky plasters - anything. Hell, I think we'd feel good about finding a hot glue gun right now."  there was a brief pause as Devon gathered his thoughts.
"Three - good to hear you're still with us - co-ordinate with Eleven on a different channel - she'll give you details on our situation and work out possible meeting points.  We're busy in here right now and cross-chatter will get too confusing."

"One thing you haven't considered with the gas grenade ideas is that we have someone with us who doesn't need to breath." he told the others.  "Isnt that right, CC9?"
The roar of a bike engine warming up echoed through the station.
"Plus I think I just found our stunned friends ride down in the station garage.  Anyone fancy taking an Aratech 74-Z out for a spin?"

Mika comes up, "Why not use the buzz-bots as a gas grenade delivery system?  That way, we could hit multiple targets from multiple directions."

"Eleven, you listening in?  Can these M4 droids prime and drop grenades as well as carry them?"

"Yes, no and yes, in that order.  I am still listening," Cor confirms, though the heavy, muffled sound of an explosion can be heard from her end.  "M4 droids have spring-loaded 'throwers' in their storage compartments but they are not designed to be grenade launchers.  They have no internal method of priming a grenade.  If you can extend the timer long enough it may be possible to prime the grenades, place them in the compartments and send the M4s to do their work, I suppose, though whether grenades can be altered thus is outside my scope of knowledge."

"I am displeased with the idea of still more unconfirmed people having access to our secure comms," Cor states evenly.  "I suggest setting up a temporary team sub-channel that anyone with a comm can join to keep our team's line free for our own use.  Perhaps you may wish to do that, Three."

"Yes ma'am."

Poc, at what point cas she do this ?  She's on tha back of a speeder.

(( She is NOW, sure.  Oh well. ))

"Seven, just a point.  That droid is a DRK-1, colloquially known as a Dark-Eye.  They are stealth-recon droids and have a top speed - at best - of 20 kilometers per hour.  That is approximately one tenth of the speed of a typical speeder or swoop.  If its owner does not wish it left behind she may want to stow it.  That also holds true for your M4 droids.  Has Three's turned up yet?"

She'll answer he m4 question once I know what we did.

"Also, all my powér packs were drained too.  At least nothing was stolen before I got to the hospital."

"Everyone sound off as they get inside.  I dont want to leave anyone behind.  CC9 - you'll have rearguard, gimmie a headcount and make sure we dont miss anyone.  Two, the door is open and we are in.  Whats your ETA?"

"Her name is Chief Eris Winters.  She has command of the security force but not the station as a whole; do as she says and do it quickly because we cannot, as you know, afford delays.  She needs to assure herself of your non-hostile intent before she will trust you - even with me vouching for you.  After all, I could be anyone."  She sighs softly.  "I would have warned you she would draw weapons on you if I had known.  I suppose it was only logical to assume that she would."