"Bane has a point," Zirak says firmly, "Your friend has been hanging there for a while, by the looks of it. He can wait a bit longer. But I don't want some enterprising weequay running off with my credits while we are busy with your friend."

Sora opens his mouth to argue, but Bane quickly interrupts.

"Fortunately," he says firmly, "the treasury is on the way to the detention block, so we should be able to make a stop there on the way."

Sora sighs.

"Fine. Just make sure the path is cleared for us."

"All security doors are unlocked," Bane nods, "We just need Korak's fingerprint to open the treasury. We'll also need him to convince the guards to stand down. Grab him again, will you Ak-Yev?"

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Computer Use.
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Ak-Yev nods, dutifully hoisting up the torso once more.

"Now, I'll just lock this system with a voiceprint ID to make sure no tech savvy weequay -- a contradiction in terms I know -- try to turn the security systems against us again."

He types away and after a moment an artificial female voice comes from the console.

"Voiceprint lock initialised. Speak your code now."

Bane leans forward and speaks in a slow, deliberate tone.

"Zeltrons are red, Duros are blue, weequays are dumb, and so are you."

The console gives an agreeable beep.

"Voiceprint lock accepted."

Sora sends Bane a glance which is a mixture of disapproval and concern.

Bane, still finishing typing, becomes aware of Sora's gaze and shrugs defensively.

"What?"
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Zirak smirks.

"Your cue is to laugh, Sora. No Weequay is going to be repeating that in a hurry."

Sora seems to accept the logic of this and nods with a shrug.

"True."

"Excellent," says Bane, rising and scooping up a datapad of the schematics, "Now, assuming there are no HK-289s wandering about the facility we should be all sorted."

"HK-whats?" Sora repeats blankly.

"Nevermind," Bane sighs, then in a more eager tone, "Lets go get rich."

"Indeed," Zirak agrees.
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The trio proceed to make their way through the facility. They come across several groups of guards, but at the sight of Korak's body in Ak-Yev's arms, they quickly surrender and bow in submission to Sora, who instructs them in Sriluurian and they hurry off. It only takes them a few minutes of walking to reach the treasury.

"All right," says Bane eagerly, gesturing to the control system to the left of the blast door which seals the entrance, "Ak-Yev, you're up."

Ak-Yev obediently steps forward, forcing open on of Korak's eyelids to scan his retina and pressing his thumb roughly into the print scanner. The console hesitates a moment before giving a reluctant beep as the door begins to rumble open.

The party descend the wide staircase which leads into a series of durasteel plated rooms which comprise the Bulq Estate vaults. Their first impression is that these do not contain nearly as much wealth as might be expected. Many of the rooms are completely empty, as are a number of the pedestals and display stands which are dotted about the place.

Bane halts at the foot of the staircase, glancing around the empty expanse as if expecting the missing items and crates of credits to magically materialise.

Zirak directs an accusing glare at Sora, as if the weequay is somehow responsible for clearing out the treasury prior to their arrival.

Bane, who seems to have recovered himself, approaches the nearest of the remaining crates.

"Tell me," he directs at Ak-Yev, the most recent being to be in the vicinity of the treasury, "That these crates contain million credit chips...?"

Ak-Yev frowns darkly.