Needa frowns thoughtfully, glancing at Xanatos and then back to the rodian.

"Who do you work for? Who is behind our capture?"

OOC: Lorth Needa rolled 21 using 1d20+15. Sense Motive.

The Rodian shakes his head.

"Me not know. Only work for Korga. Maybe he know more."

Xanatos nods pensively.

"Unfortunate. It seems it is this 'Korga' we will need to seek out if we are to get any answers. Does that have a stun setting?" Xanatos adds with a nod in the direction of Needa's blaster.

Needa nods, flicking a switch on the side of the weapon before stunning the Rodian then weequay in swift succession, both of whom collapse heavily to the floor. He then crouches with a wince beside the Rodian, who's weapon he tosses to Xanatos before moving over to strip the energy cell from the remaining weequay's blaster.

"Right," he says once this task is completed, "Now is where we hope this Korga had his best men guarding us..."

"It never hurts to be optimistic," Xanatos agrees, catching the blaster and examining it to see how functional it is, before kneeling down to tie up the unconscious pair with some cable from their utility belts, "It would also be helpful to get access to some schematics of this facility."

"We'll have to find a terminal of some kind," Needa says as he begins to make his way cautiously up the corridor, blaster raised, "Do you happen to have any skill with slicing?"

"I'd say 'only with lightsabers' but I fear that being the simple, honest businessman that I am, my strength does not lie there either," Xanatos replies, pausing to scoop up the scattered credits before following.

"Very droll," Needa replies as they near a security door at the end of the corridor, "Well then this is where we hope our captors do not have a particularly sophisticated security system in place."
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Needa presses the activation control beside the door, and it slides open. The pair find themselves standing at the entrance of a small control room in which a white-skinned Twi’lek is seated, feet resting on the terminal in front of him as he watches a datapad from which the roars and commentary of some form of sport are emanating. He glances up in alarm as the door opens, dropping his datapad as he hastily attempts to rise and reach for the blaster pistol resting beside the terminal.

"You don't want to do that," says Needa firmly, raising his blaster as he advances, before tripping on the lip of the doorway and sent crashing to the floor.

OOC: Lorth Needa rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Intimidate.
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The Twi'lek, who had paused in reaching for his weapon, swiftly snatches it up, taking aim at the captain.

OOC: Fenran Tal'ran rolled 22 using 1d20+4. Resist Intimitate.
Lorth Needa rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Initative.
Fenran Tal'ran rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Initiative.
Xanatos rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Initiative.

Needa sends a stun blast at the Twi'lek as he falls, which the strikes the wall nowhere near his intended target and as he hits the floor the captain's blaster is knocked from his hands and sent clattering across the floor.

The Twi'lek hastily fires a blast at Needa, but he is no marksman and the captain is able to roll hastily out of the way of the blast.

With a sigh, Xanatos stretches out both arms, and makes a pinching gesture in the direction of the Twi'lek's throat.

"I would think carefully if I were you, my friend. So far as I am aware, you have no particular quarrel with us. Is preventing our escape really something you are willing to die for?"

OOC: Xanatos used Force Choke on Fenran Tal'ran.
Xanatos rolled 24 using 1d20+11. Intimidate.

The Twi'lek places one hand to his throat as his breathing becomes hagged. His gaze darts sharply to Xanatos, and he doesn't take long to see the logic of the CEO's argument. With a hasty motion he sends his blaster clattering to the floor.

"It really isn't," he agrees, "I don't even like this job, to be completely honest. If it wasn't for my cousin's husband I wouldn't even be-"

OOC: Fenran Tal'ran rolled 17 using 1d20. Will.
Fenran Tal'ran rolled 18 using 1d20+4. Resist Intimidate.

"I'm sure you wouldn't," Needa interrupts, wincing as he crawls over to retrieve his blaster before picking himself up to direct the weapon at the Twi'lek once more, "So perhaps if you could give us some schematics of this place and direct us to the way out, we can all be on our way?"

"Uh, right, yes, of course," says the Twi’lek quickly, seating himself once more with a wary glance at Xanatos, "Schematics."

"And no alerting your friends, now," Needa adds firmly, moving behind the Twi'lek to watch the terminal screen and press his blaster into the Twi'lek's back.

"'Friends' is such a familiar term," the Twi'lek replies with a hollow laugh.

"Indeed," says Xanatos who moves over to scoop up the discarded datapad, still streaming what on closer inspection appears to be a pod race. With a few quick swipes Xanatos cuts the stream and places it on the desk beside the Twi'lek.

"Download the schematics onto this."

"Hey, that was-" the Twi'lek breaks off as the nozzle of Needa's blaster presses slightly deeper into his back, "Uh, right," he finishes quickly as he begins to type hastily into the terminal. After a few moments he takes hold of the datapad and plugs it into the terminal. There is a moment's pause, then a beep as he retrieves the datapad once more.

"We are here, and the hangar is just there," he says helpfully as he offers the datapad back to Xanatos, tapping each location in sequence.
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"Excellent," Xanatos says, accepting the device and pausing to give it a cursory check. Satisfied, he nods.

"I suggest you make yourself scarce as well. I doubt your cousin's husband will be pleased to hear you've helped his boss' prisoners to escape."

OOC: Xanatos rolled 24 using 1d20+17. Sense Motive.
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"One more thing," Needa says as the Twi'lek begins to rise hopefully, "Where can we find Korga?"

"Trust me, you don't want to find Korga," the Twi'lek says darkly, "But if you really have a death wish, he's in the detention cell interrogating the prisoner."

"Prisoner?" Needa frowns.