"Well, if they can't, either someone is paying them not to, or there's been some kind of sabotage. Can any of the weapon systems be brought to bear on the doors?" Kala asked, as she looked over at the hangar doors. Hopefully, the ship had enough punch to get through.

Well, Aadun didn't have to move himself away from the window since the blast did that just fine on its own.  He didn't even have much protection against the debris and once he's landed he doesn't move at first.  After he gets his bearings, he sits up and rubs his head.  "Varis, are you okay?" he asks her.  He stands up and offers to help her if she needs it.

Unless she's hurt, he's ready to run out of the room once she's ready.

Narik was relieved the see the airspeeder defeated but the battle was not over. Blaster bolts from the other speeders zapped past his head to scorch the already fire damaged walls. The fire-fight reminded Narik of the times he had been involved in ground skirmishes previously, although during the Clone Wars his opponents had usually been droids. The times since the end of the Clone Wars he didn’t want to think about, upon reflection he suspected often that the Imperial Navy targets were not military in nature but often political or maybe even innocent victims.

The soldier had to shake his head to clear his thoughts; the blast from the rocket had obviously rattled his brain. He had to keep his mind focused; else he’d lose his head. Narik continued to make use of the cover offered by his surroundings and blasted at one of passengers in one of the remaining speeders.

OOC 16:32, Today: Narik rolled 10 using 3d6+2 with rolls of 1,5,2. Blaster damage.
16:31, Today: Narik rolled 27 using 1d20+9 with rolls of 18. Blaster vs gunman passenger.

Anger fermented and boiled over as the sudden sting of pain struck his shoulder. Glaring and gritting his teeth, Joron Sarrus narrowed his eyes darkly at the remaining speeders. His robe, once so pristine, had become soiled by this loathsome evening. The luscious silk was covered in soot and now... now it possessed a small blaster burn. Squeezing the trigger, he sent an attack of his own veering toward the remaining men.
[private to GM: Same actions as always. Rolled 11 to hit. I miss.]

Aadun helps Varis to her feet and they both run out of the exposed room quickly as they can.

Joron's next shot at the speeders goes wide, while Narik shoots one of the gunmen, who falls backwards into the passenger compartment. At that point, both speeders quickly back away.

Hangar
"Ma'am, they're still refusing us entry and the doors are magnetically sealed. If we fire at them, the shots will rebound and who knows where they'll hit."

Krysten levels her blaster at the second gunman passenger, but her foot slipped as she depressed the firing stud, and the shot went wide.  Cursing, she replanted her feet and began sighting in on him again.

Almost in constant motion Narik ducked and dived as he fought to avoid being hit whilst scoring hits against his enemies. His movements resulted in the soldier peering from behind the broken window of the room to see the tails of the two speeders as they fled. Narik was content to let them escape; it would make things less dangerous at least for the time being and send a clear message to their masters.

Narik remained crouched by the window his gun held in his hand resting on his knee as he spoke clearly into his comlink. ”Our visitors are leaving, we should regroup and considering moving our base of operations before they return with reinforcements” he suggested calmly.

As Narik's message came though, Kala sighed a little. "They've sealed the hangar doors up here, so, I might have to be a little persuasive with those who control them..." She said into the commlink. She turned to the crew members. "Is there some kind of console I can reach them with? I want to talk to them."

The news from Kala was far from good ”so we have effectively been cornered” the soldier muttered a curse ”all the more reason to relocate, anyone checked out the option of walking out of here or is that route blocked too?” he asked, whoever was after them was determined to bring their enterprise and most probably their lives to an end. It was something Narik wanted to avoid.

Narik holstered his blaster and returning to his room quickly packed up his belonging into his bag. Bag slung over his shoulders he returned to the common room ready to make a get away.

Once fleeing the room, unless Varis has other ideas, Aadun will begin to make his way back to their suite so that he could touch bases with the others.  "Do you know what's going on?" he asked her as he walked.  "Did anybody cause any problems I'm not aware of?  Or could one of the people we've spoken with have decided that we're not worth the trouble?"

Besieged by an indignant gaze, Joron Sarrus watches angrily as the speeders depart. Without wasting a final frustrating attempt to shoot at them, the soot covered noble stands from the debris and dusts his once pristine robe again and again. With a cough and a hack, he turns from the ledge and begins hopping over the charred remains of Varis' room.

Hangar

"Yes, ma'am. You can speak with them using the ship's communication gear or there's an intercom over by the security console."

Suite

"I'd be willing to bet they were trying to kill me. And there's a pretty good chance Jaerad hired them. I'd love to know that for certain, though," Varis tells Aadun on the way back upstairs.

Once there, she asks everyone, "All right, what do we know? What can we surmise? And what shall we do now? I'm listening to suggestions and options here."

Aadun entered the room behind Varis with a rather annoyed look on his face.  He was shirtless, with cuts, bruises and dried blood from where he had been hit while he was in the room.  Once inside, he listens to her questioning for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders.  If Jaerad had initiated the hit on Varis, he was sure now that he wouldn't get any recognition or credits for keeping her safe.  Truly a waste, but not much he could do about that now.

"All I know is what I saw on the security cameras and learned when I checked the computer systems.  The suppression heads, which were suppose to put out the fire were physically damaged, probably when the air speeders attacked.  I saw Varis' location and the air speeders on the security feeds.  I can try and pull those again to see if I can get a look at the people who were in the speeders, but otherwise that is all I know."

With his bag on his back Narik stood ready to go ”whoever is after us won’t just go away we shouldn’t stay here” he stated to the group. Aadun’s information was worth investigating if they had the time ”can you burn a copy of the security feeds so we can take a closer look at it later?” he asked urgently.

”So who with me on getting out of here before they try again at killing us?”

"I agree that we can't stay. We can't leave just yet, either, though. The ship, leaving, would be too noticeable to traffic control and if they investigate, we'll have Imperials crawling down our necks in no time at all.

"I think that Aadun should go downstairs and wipe all traces of us out of their system while Joron, Narik, and Krysten go talk to the security offices and find out who has been bribed. They've got sensors. Someone down there knew this was about to happen. Don't take 'No' for an answer. Keep moving up the hierarchy until you find someone who is actually willing to work with you. Because someone will be. They have to be. The hotel's reputation as a safe-haven is at stake if their security is compromised.

"Kala can tighten batten down the hatches upstairs and then we need to get every trace of physical evidence we can out of this room and into the smuggling compartments on the ship, which will have to stay up there.

"Anyone have any better ideas? Now's the time to voice them."

"I'll do what I can," he says and shrugs his shoulders.  "I'll get whatever I can off of the computer as far as the people who attacked us and then I'll erase all of our data."  Aadun didn't really have an opinion as far as what they did other than that.  As long as the credits were good, he'd follow them wherever they were planning on going.

He walks into his room, grabs another shirt and puts it on.  Then, he walks over to the doorway and heads downstairs.

[Private to The Force: OOC: Including two computer rolls. One for the security feed and I want to save that onto one of my blank datacards.  The other is for erasing our presence.

You rolled 26 using 1d20+14 ((12)).
You rolled 19 using 1d20+14 ((5)).]

With his arms folded Narik listened to Varis. He had plenty of questions and ideas too, but he realised at that moment Varis was maybe not the best person to speak to about them. Had the attack been against them all or was it no coincidence that it had been Varis’s room that had been hit first? For the time being it seemed they would be tied together although the thought that it was possible their own employer Jaerad had orchestrated the hit provided the soldier a dilemma. Was his loyalty to Jaerad or the group of people he was with now? For the sake of getting on with something it was best to assume it wasn’t Jaerad. If Jaerad was after Varis then the rest of them were going to be expendable.

At the chance to be on the move even if it wasn’t to escape Narik was eager. He nodded to Varis then exited to find the security office with the others. Maybe if they discovered who had been involved in the attack they might find a lead to who was behind it all.

Kala nodded to the flight crew and sighed a little bit. She didn't know what was going on downstairs, hopefully everyone was okay. She pulled out her personal comm-link and set it to Aadun's channel.

"Aadun. Come in. What's happening?"

Having dropped into the room where Aadun had retrieved Varis, Krysten left her line where it was.  She would retrieve the grappling hook after making sure that Varis and Aadun made it back safely to the suite.  Before that, however, was putting out any flames that decided to hang around on her armor.

When Varis mentioned everyone in the security detail going to the security officer, she shook her head and spoke up.  The fact that her armor was scorched in multiple places and dinged in even more from shrapnel only added more punctuation to her statement.

"I'll stay here.  I'm not going to have our entire 'delegation' without some sort of combat capability.  I understand you're willing to put yourself in danger, and I respect that, but I was hired on to make sure you and the rest of the delegation stay alive.  If they decide to send a ground team," she locked a rocket into her wrist launcher with a loud click, "you'll need the extra firepower."

[Private to The Force: Using my Second Wind to recover 12 HP (Con Score is greater than 25% of my HP)]

Varis nods her head in agreement. "That's fine. While I don't think they'd be so foolish, it's a possibility.

"So, if no one else has any objections or better suggestions, we'd better get moving on this. The sooner we talk to security and find out what happened, the sooner we can locate other options for our new base of operations."

While Aadun was working with the computer, he heard Kala's voice come over his commlink.  He pauses for a moment, takes it out and responds:

"Varis is safe and the speeders are gone.  I'm doing some computer work right now."

"Krysten," Joron said, tossing the Mandalorian her blaster with a look of thanks. "I agree with Varis. We can't stay but we can't leave either. And there's no telling how long before the eyes above send someone to investigate this little party. Or do you think the Imperials will shrug off a luxury hotel being attacked?" Pausing, the noble slid his arms behind the back of his head and looked to the ceiling. "I guess that would depend on bribes..."

For a brief moment, a calculating stare met with the Duchess' form. Her. The entire attack had been about getting her and even now, that made the fragile moorings within his mind alight with wonder. Was it a move by a rival corporation or that fool of a man? Flicking a lose strand of hair from his face, he nods to at her suggestions.

Nodding at Krysten's wish to stay and guard Varis, Joron gave a simple smile to the old soldier. "I think Narik and I will be positively delighted to speak with security." And after what they just went through, it could be certain either of them had more than just a little pent up anger or frustration to work out.

Krysten chooses to stay with Varis in the suite, so they immediately get to work sorting any personal items from the debris while the crewmen lug things back and forth to the ship.

Joron and Narik head down to the security office to have a chat with the security personnel and perhaps get some clues.

Aadun gets to work immediately wiping their tracks electronically and Kala battens down the hatches on the ship before being called down to the suite to assist.

Narik kept his composure as he made his way to speak with the security personnel. The reaction they got from whoever was there would hopefully give some insight into how the attack got through their sensors. As their own security detail was only one floor below Narik opted to take the stairs instead of the turbolift so he could quickly review their version of events before they confronted the hotel's own security.

The ex-soldier requested a a report from the crew to what had happened then took the turbolift to the ground floor. Exiting the turbolift Narik approached the security desk and firmly gripped the counter and with eyes levelled with the person there he made his request ”there’s been a breach of security on penthouse level” he said watching to see how the statement was received.
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Kala nodded to the crew, and began to put the ship on lockdown, so it would at least be a little harder to get inside, and get operational. When she was done, she headed to the main suite, and looked around for Varis.