Re: The Sith hits the fan...
Haarmon pops the hatch of the crawler, and discovers that things are probably not going to be as simple as he had imagined... Inside the windowless compartment a row of terminals sits along one side, providing most of the illumination. Four of them, each of them with its own operator. Four men in mine uniforms, all operating the terminals and speaking quietly as they work.
"We're closing Four down for the day in ten minutes. Prepare to send the excavators over to Five."
"No, just send whatever Irillium ore you have now to the belt, Seventeen. They're screaming out for it up in Processing."
"Fourteen? Are you there Fourteen? What do you mean, 'blaster shots'?"
"Tunnel Five, management want to know how long you expect it will be before you're operational again?"
One of them spares Haarmon a glance before looking back at his terminal. "What do you want, soldier boy? We're kind of busy here."
Shard removes the last of the collars and orders the released slaves to take the stormtroopers' blasters, as long as they know how to use them. The rest of them, including the Stochok, start picking up mining implements, checking them for usability and, occasionally, discarding them for more dangerous ones...
Rhijans walks back outside, directing the crawler driver where to park. The heavy vehicle grinds slowly across the ice and snow and finally comes to rest close to the gate. The driver scowls at Rhijans as he climbs down from the vehicle, "That all right for you? Or would you prefer it half a metre to the left?"
Through the gate, from the direction of the warehouse, Rhijans can hear the sound of heavy weapons fire...