Sora does not look impressed, but he shrugs, brushing past Bane and approaching the utai technicians, still cowering behind one of the bunks in the guest quarters.

"We need to get out of this mine," he says, "Do any of you know the way to the turbolift?"

The four wide-eyed technicians stare at him blankly.

"Does our translator feel like translating that?" the cloaked figure directs at R5 after a moment of silence passes.

R5 does not look impressed, but rolls forward nevertheless.

"Beep-boopity-beep-boop-beepity?"
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One of the technicians has squeaked something in response.

"Beep-boop-beepity-bleep-boop," R5 has relayed to Bane.
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"They know the way, however they feel it would be safer to stay here."

The cloaked figure has raised his blaster again.

"Ask them if they are willing to reconsider that assessment."

"Oughtn't we better get to the control room?" Bane argues, "If Dian is controlling these droids from there, then we need to stop him. Outside we will likely be arrested. After all, an emergency at the mine will bring the city's security, most likely."

"Fair point," the cloaked figure concedes, "Ask them where the control room is, then."

"Beepity-boop-beepity-boop," R5 replies matter-of-factly.
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"He says he knows where it is," Bane translates, "Let's go."

"What about the technicians?" Sora asks, hesitating.

"We can kill them if you want?" the cloaked figure replies in a conceding tone.

"They want to stay here," says Bane, already halfway down the corridor, "I say we let them stay. We'll likely be meeting more security droids anyway."

Sora seems persuaded by Bane's words, and, ignoring the cloaked figure's, he begins to follow Bane down the corridor.

R5 rolls past Sora and then Bane, proceeding to lead the way down the series of corridors. They come across a couple more utai corpses, as well as a destroyed security droid. The siren continues to blare overhead. After another couple of corridors they reach the entrance to the control room. One of Dian Vevor's pau'an security guards lies face down on the floor, next to a pair of mining security droids. A blaster pistol lies beside him, and R5 quickly picks it up in an appendage.

"He's really cleaning house," Bane mutters to R5, glancing down at the deceased security guard.

"I'll take that," Sora says kindly to R5, reaching for the blaster it carries.

The droid quickly pulls it away from Sora's grasp, giving an indignant beep.
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"You can barely use it," Sora replies, correctly interpreting its reluctance to give it to him, "Your appendage was hardly built to operate a blaster properly."

"Beep-beepity," R5 replies in a snide tone.
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"He says he can use it better than you can," Bane translates, "I'm afraid you will have to find your own."

As he speaks, Bane steps forward, turning the final corner to the control room. The door stands open, and the floor is scattered with bodies of utai technicians. Computers and terminals line the walls of the long, rectangular room, and in a chair at the far end sits Dian Vevor, his back to the party.

Bane advances cautiously, blaster rifle pointed at the chair.

"All right, Dian, the game is up. You're not going to-"