Admit I was a bit vague, I was more considering the fact I went to the effort of making sure Mechanics skill was A Thing (as good as Force Skill, even) than wanting to roll for it.

Either way, Door opened without having to slice it in half!  Alas, this took a whole 37 seconds longer.

"Breaking the law, breaking the law," Mits sings.

"Yeah, My training was comparatively hurried.  'Ordinarily there would have been a many years-long review process before you would be allowed to take your trials.  But circumstances force me to allow you to take your trials much sooner than is traditionally advised.  I at least can warn you against specific dangerous choices most likely to get you killed.'"

Mat discovers and disables the silent alarm then unlocks the lock.  The air beyond is humid, but smells more like cleaning chemicals than dirty water.  Lights flicker to life automatically.

"For a city supposedly with a disease problem, I was expecting a swarm of mutant plague rats to attack first thing.  Yay for things going smoothly so far."

The map looks to match the corridor that follows the street above.

Ikia looks around, and raises an eyebrow. Clearly, the clean underground surprises her. "Nice work, Matt." she comments before heading down and saying, "So much for surprise... they'll see the auto-lights and know we are coming. Be very careful when turning corners."

She takes her own advice and cautiously pulls out a mirror to peak around the corner with it.

The coast is clear.

   "Proper automation means a proper sewer.  This isn't Tatooine."

  At Mittens's reasonable caution (ow my BRAIN. It hurts to type that.  Like saying a Darkthorne's reasonable TactOHGOD)- Matt comments "Anyone else down here with us would trip the automated lights as well... Probably."

Mits gives a thumbs-up to Ikea's caution and waits for her go-ahead before continuing on.

"I'll take point.  I'm pretty used to being shot at."

She snorts a chuckle at Matt's comment.  "Now I'm imagining those ultra-rigid royal guards down here standing so still that the lights go out.  'So uh... How are we supposed to follow our orders of, "Stand guard" and "Watch for rebels" when we can't see in the dark?'

"But yeah.  They're probably normal uniforms who pace, keeping the lights on from their movement."

She consults the map.  "Looks like it's a few blocks straight down thataway.  Maybe we should take a round-about rout to avoid being spotted from a mile away."

Ikia shrugs. "As long as we have a sufficient map, we can do so."

She proceeds to follow the map to circumvent the direct route.

  "No reason not to take the safer route when you have the time for it, after all."

  Matt follows after the hairy ladies.  Or would that be the ladies are followed by the mostly bald man?

Mits tip-toes at a hurried pace to ensure she stays in front.  At corners, she stops with her hand out and open.  Caaareful peek around corner...  Close hand and thrust forward to indicate the coast is clear before darting around the corner.  If not for the impish grin on her face, one might almost mistake her as a pro of some kind.

At the 4th corner, she doesn't continue on.  Instead she backs up, faces the group, holes up 3 fingers, and mouths, "Three of them."

Ikia holds up 3 fingers (which is all the fingers on one hand for an ewok) and mouths "three of us" while thumbing at herself with the other hand.

She then draws her blaster and waits for the others to prepare their weapons.

  Ikia, like Ninja Turtles, have an adequate amount of fingers for the important things.  The odd number allowing rude gestures.

  Matt nods, drawing his own blaster.  Maybe after all this he'll get a nice Deathhammer ™, it had a cool name so it had to be good right?

Zap!  Slash!  Combat ensues.  Goodguys get hurt.  Badguys get knocked out.  And they apparently failed to think to call for backup.

"Woohoo!  That was exciting!" Mits cheers before working on looting the baddies.

Ikia looks down at the bad guys and then gets to aiding her own wounds as best she knows how. Which is to say not really anything beyond basics. "It is good you remain cheerful in the face of being hurt." Ikia says calmly. "But be mindful not to cheer at every victory. Stealth was key to our having the jump on these guys and will be key in the future."

  Yeah, the downside of being able to just meditate your injuries (and damage to droid body, if applicable) away is that tends to take time.

  "Blocking full auto wrong is a touch painful, yeah.  But beats being shot up directly."

"Oops!  Sorry!" Mits whispers, "Now that you mention it, it is kinda new for me to be happy after a fight.  Back in my dark days it was angry angry angry; before, during, and after combat.  I could get used to this not angry stuff!"

She grins sheepishly at Matt.  "Sorry.  That was the best I could do."

Taking cover helped a lot with avoiding getting shot, but Mits was sure to try and take up position closer to the enemy to draw fire away from her allies.  It might have worked if she could hit reliably with her blaster.  Seems that marksmanship is something Mits does not excel in yet.

Ikia looks up at Mittens and says, "What you have inside shows through. If you fill yourself with rage, that is what will come out. If you fill yourself with light, you will shine. If you ever have a problem, be sure to come to me about it." She glances at Matt. "That goes for you as well, of course, but I figure you know that."

  "Don't worry, Annoyance isn't the Darkside because it doesn't sound wise to warn your students against it."  Though being giddy as a schoolgirl over decapitations probably wasn't health either... Nevermind that there were no casualties in that offscreen fight.

  And if what Ikia said was to be taken literally, no wonder Maverick was so good at hiding.
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Mits chuckles and thubs-ups at Matt's comment.  If she had an everburning torch she'd nom on it to prove Ikea's shining light assertion, but sadly can't get away with nomming on a lightsaber.  She can't help but smile at the teddybear's offer and nods.

"Thanks for the offer!  Right now I need to humiliate an Imperial Jerkface.  Let's go!"

The map / parade rout overlay shows that the lead float will soon pass over the manhole above them.  There is only room for one person at a time on the ladder up to it and the red light on the card reader next to the manhole suggests that it is locked.  A keycard isn't found on the baddies.

Ikia motions to Matt. "You're up again. And again, if it isn't opened quickly, we always have our sabers as backup lock picks."

  Okay, so it makes sense for doors, but why is there a lock on the inside of a manhole?... Oh right, you're trying to apply common sense to imperial/"We didn't get the rights to Buck Rodgers" design again, stop doing that.

  Fortunately, Sci-Fi manhole covers have worse security than Sci-Fi ATMs (Just ask John Connor).  "I know it's imperials and all that, but hopefully the float isn't as paraniod as their sewer system."

"You can be sure that if they went to this much effort to secure the sewers, there'll be at least as much security on and in the float itself," Mits speculates.

The lock popped, and the rout schedule double-checked, the lid is opened to the shadowy underside of the colossal cargo repulsar platform upon which the lead float rides.  The fancy skirt around the perimeter blocks the view of the noisy crowd gathered at the sides...  Cordoned off at sufficient distance to allow six rows of troopers on either side room to march.

But, for all the noise, one would have to shout to be noticed by the soldiers.  At it's ponderous size and speed, the float will be a few minutes before it is done passing over the sewer access.  There's access panels aplenty for mechanics to do maintenance, most of which can be opened by the same enormous impact wrench.  (If the heroes had one, it would certainly be loud enough to draw attention.)

"Huh.  Looks I was wrong and they figured they didn't need locks on the underside."

Mits offers the "monkey wrench" to Matt.  It's a high-yield ion ordinance about the size and shape of a gaming laptop.  A note taped to it reads, "For maximum effect, place inside outer plating.  Press red button to start 5 minute timer."
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Ikia never pictured herself as someone to crash a parade. Party pooper. Sure it is a party in honor of villains, but that won't stop Ikia from thinking this way. Lucky for her, her allies can't read her mind as she continues with that cold, calculating expression.

Ikia looks at the manhole cover then to Mittens. "So we set the timer, go back into the sewer, and that's it?"

  "I am impressed they provided this at all, and didn't make us crouch walk while fiddling with a hydrospanner"  Well, Hydrospanners do at least come with a built in plasma torch...  Of course, if you are gonna use that part instead of the wrench part may as well glowstick it.

  He comments while dealing with the setup,  "We set up, head back down sewers, and run as fast as we can to an exit to be out of there before it pops."

While crouching is required for the taller two of the three Jedi, the lightsabers are a good stand-in for the proper tools.  Mits grins, thumbs-ups to the plan, and joins in the vandalism.  The only hitch arises when heavy panel begins bending toward the pavement under it's own weight, threatening to begin scraping loudly against the road.  But that also allows room for the device to be placed inside the vehicle.  Mits does her best to hold up the sagging panel, straining against the weight and awkward angle.
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Ikia says, "I am at a less akward angle. Allow me to assist you." and she walks over to the panel to push upward on it from her half-height self. Heavy or no, Ikia does have a wonderful angle as she can use her entire body to hold it up.

...still the continued holding by Mittens will make things less of a strain on the little ewok.