The ship has just entered hyperspace and you're safe!  You're also back in one thread!  At present Devon, R2-A9 and Cor are on the bridge, Zyra and Mika are in the engineering section.  Arin, Xil and Rann are in the port hangar, Sheila is in the starboard bay with all (about a dozen) of the alien refugees in her damaged speeder.  The other speeder in the starboard bay houses a Zeltron, a Wookie and Raana.
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A fully armed B2 super battle droid is waiting in the port cargo bay.  With the ship safely away from the planet and in hyperspace the droid unerringly approaches the Troop Leader, levelling a blaster rifle at his chest.

There's no doubt it's a threat.

"By direct command, relinquish all weapons you carry upon your person.  You will remain unharmed unless you fail to comply.  Should you fail to comply you will be rendered temporarily inoperable.  Should you violently resist you will be rendered permanently inoperable."

Arin looked at the droid. "Would someone please tell this rustbucket, I already agreed to relinquishing my arms and that it might point its blaster somewhere else than at my chest?"

"This 'rustbucket' is the droid you are to relinquish your weapons to."  The blaster rifle doesn't waver.  "If you refuse to comply your status will be upgraded from 'potential threat' to 'active threat'.  If that occurs then I can no longer assure your safety aboard this vessel."

The droid's vocal tone doesn't change, a flat, metallic monotone.  Is it insulted?  Can it even be insulted?  Either way it has a blaster, battle armour and combat programming.

"I sincerily think, this one needs a memory wipe", Arin said handing over his blaster along with his utility belt. "You want me to strip down and walk around naked as well, or...?"

Defecting was one thing, but being held at gunpoint by a droid with no sense of humor was certainly not what Arin had bargained for. He had given his word about handing over his weapons, but sending a droid to do that was far less than polite.
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"Your suggestion is noted but unnecessary.  Should you feel the urge to walk around naked that is your prerogative.  Your opinion regarding my functionality is also noted, but unimportant."  The droid takes the equipment very efficiently, holstering its blaster as it does so.  "Downgrading status to 'unlikely threat'.  Mistress," it continues, looking slightly upward, "shall I confine the defector to a room?"

"No need," comes the voice of 'Remote' over the ship intercom in the port cargo bay, as calm and quiet as always.  "I think we can safely extend that must hospitality - though I must ask you to stay out of both the cockpit and Engineering unless accompanied, Troop Leader - and, for your own safety, out of the starboard cargo bay.  Some of our other passengers are very distraught and may be less... professional than the droid you have just met.  As CC9 states, however," she continues with the faintest touch of humour, "do feel free to strip down if you feel it absolutely necessary.  CC9, please take Troop Leader's equipment to the captain's quarters."

"By your command," the droid grates, and without a backward glance at the Imperial it stomps out.

Arin didn't really feel very welcome, but as he was not confined to quarters, he begun looking for a common area, he could lounge in for the moment. He would have preferred to get out of the bulky suit of armor, but having no other clothing than it, there was little choice for now. Perhaps these people would give him something to wear later on.

"Certainly makes an impression doesn't he." an unfamiliar voice behind Arin said.  Turning, he saw an attractive Zabrak female smiling warmly at him.  Her attire was unusual to say the least.  Her hair was heavily made up and she wore gilded gold leaf on her horns which made her look ready for a very exclusive party.  Her clothing however was a faded set of coveralls that looked many sizes too large for her.  She was barefoot.

"Don't take it badly, I promise you will have your time to tell your story.  But for now I strongly advise you take your armour off.  Please remember that the starboard cargo bay is full of refugees, refugees your troopers have attacked, killed their loved ones, their children.  I don't want an incident where you are attacked simply because you are wearing the armour of a stormtrooper.  Either you would get hurt or you may be forced to hurt them in self-defence.  Neither option is pleasant to me."

"May I strongly suggest you let me offer you a change of clothes then you spend your time in the port cargo bay.  Your men killed one of my people but I can assure you you're safe with them.  Some of them are Imperial defectors and I can promise you they weren't trusted at first either.  Trust takes time wouldn't you agree?  We haven't given you reason to trust us either!"

"I'm Zyra by the way" she adds almost as an afterthought.  Her smile is warm and genuine.

Cor slips out of her chair, careful not to look over at the viewport as she says to Devon, "I need a little time - a couple of hours, maybe - to run some diagnostics on A9 and CC9.  Let me now in the unlikely event that you need anything."  She offers him a smile and then heads on out, speaking into her comm first in Basic and then in her native Umbaran.

As soon as she's out of the cockpit area she heads for one of the berths, R2-A9 in tow.

Arin looked Zyra over from tip of her horns down to her bare toes in a quick glance. Despite the uneasy feeling of being alone in the middle of people who just a while ago had considered him an enemy, he was able to let out a slight smile. "The name's Arin Branden, ex-lieutanant junior grade of Imperial Navy Squadron at Phindar Prime - got sent here as a sort of a punishment. And those refugees, I was the one who helped them escape, so I suppose their feelings towards me might calm down eventually. As for the clothing, I would certainly not mind for something else - I never really got accustomed to this bodyglove underneath this armor. It gets pretty clammy." He grimaced slightly while speaking about the bodyglove, indicating how icky it felt.

The wookie looked around the hangar bay, Pacing as he went. The Wookie, not acustomed to be stuck in a place he can get out of, was glad for teh help of the strangers who helped Heigren, and thus himself.  Not only that, he respected and aplauded their tactic and (more importantly) their motives.

The Wookie, cracking his neck, looked at his meagar gear, consisting of what he had on him at the time.  A Bowcaster that was well used but well looked after, a Wicked looking Vibro Axe, and a small, beat up droid that rarely floated far from his side.

His bowcaster strapped over his back, the Wookie nodded to himself and walked up to a woman in the hangar, one that drove one of the speeders, and growled in his gutteral language, the droid Following him.

"I mean no harm. My name is Grayrhynn.  I would like to talk to the commander of this ship."

The wookie shook his head, suprised that the droid was accurate in his translation.
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 Looking at the two newcomers - presumably crew mates - Rann produced a sabacc deck from somewhere about his person.   “any of you want to play? ”  he asked whilst shuffling the cards.

Rann always felt that you could learn a lot about someone over a game of cards...
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