Xizran lets out a startled curse and fires at Layla's lightsaber with his hold out pistol.

Xizran looks like he's thinking of firing again, but after a split second of hesitation he steps backwards, moving to make sure he's behind Fennec.

"Backstabbing cretin. And to think I was pleasantly surprised by how civil all of us were being."

"Civil? I didn't think that word was in your vocabulary," sniffs Layla as with a fluid stroke she slices through the door controls, sealing the blast door between them even as Fennec raises her rifle to fire.

Fennec gives a snarl as the door seals, hurrying forward to try the controls on her and Xizran's side of the door which spark and do nothing.

"Karking... backstabbing... cheating... curn!" she yells, kicking the dead controls with each word.

Layla, meanwhile, turns her lightsaber on the remaining pair of Stro'to and Bane.

"All right Stro'to," she says evenly, "We both know those two were going to kill you the moment they had their vault. I however, have no particular quarrel with you, and while you may be a sleemo there are certainly worse beings out there. Therefore, take me to the vault and I promise to let you go free. And don't you try anything," she adds to Bane.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Bane replies delicately, raising his hands placatingly, his gaze on the lightsaber pointed at him.

"Dear lady, you had me at 'ditch Xizran'," Stro'to says hastily, eying the lightsaber and oozing as much compliant obeisance as possible. "But as to the matter of a ship..."

"We will be taking Biggs' ship," Layla informs him, "I took note of his passcode on the way out and with no credits it is our only option. I am sure Biggs will understand, and it is not as though the Republic will miss it."

"And you do know how to astrogate your way to Kashyyyk?" Bane enquires dubiously, "Or do you plan to steal Republic flyboy's astromech as well?"

Layla frowns, considering this.

"Do you know how to astrogate?" she asks at length.

"No," Bane lies.

Layla narrows her eyes, pointing the lightsaber a few centimeters closer to the bounty hunter.

"You're coming with us."

“I would as soon fly in a ship chartered by you, Bane, as date a wookie. No offence, but you cannot even inject a medipac. May I suggest an alternative, dear Layla? I happen to know dear Fennec crossed Czerka last time she was here, and Czerka are plentifully supplied with ships. If you gave them a tip-off Xizran and Fennec were on the station, I’m sure they would pay you handsomely— especially since dear Xizran has a rather large bounty on his head. I balk at stealing the human’s ship I confess. He was kind to us, and it seems churlish to return kindness with treachery,” Stro’to says, with dubiously honesty.
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"It's not my fault medpacs hate me," Bane retorts, crossing his arms, "I can assure you I am a highly skilled pilot and have even been described as-"

"Enough," Layla says firmly, thrusting her lightsaber even closer to Bane before turning to Stro'to, "You really think Czerka will supply us with a ship for a vague, unvalidated tip-off? Xizran and Fennec could be anywhere by the time we reach Czerka and we have no proof. Doesn't sound like a good plan at all to me."

"I think it sounds like a much better idea than stealing a friend's ship," Stro'to says virtuously. "It's not going to encourage people like him to do me favours like fly me for free if it gets out that I steal people's ships when they do it, and unless we knock him off, it will most certainly get out."

"There is no need to pretend you're oh-so-noble," Layla shoots back evenly, "Biggs isn't here to impress, and I am sure he would understand if he knew the circumstances. Besides, he himself admits the ship is a piece of junk the Republic wouldn't miss. Now, let's get moving before our friends find a way to-"

She is interrupted at that moment by a pair of TSF officers who round the corner, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Is there a problem here?" asks one of them as his hand strays to where his blaster is holstered.

Layla sighs impatiently, waving a hand at the officers.

"There is nothing to see here," she says firmly, "You should continue your patrol."

OOC: Layla Secura used Affect Mind (DC15).

The officer frowns.

"This is hardly what I would call 'nothing to see'," he says grimly, drawing his blaster as his gaze alights on the seared control panel of the door behind, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to put away the lightsaber and come with us."

OOC: TSF Officer rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Will Save.

"Officers," Stro'to says, inching forward to place them in-between himself and Layla, "You have no idea how timely your arrival is. This crazy lady was trying to force us to steal a Republic ship. Please do take her in to Republic custody. I shudder to think where public safety would be without such upstanding officers as yourselves keeping the rest of us poor aliens safe. You are truly the reason the rest of us can sleep at night."

"Indeed," agrees Bane, "I think she may be some kind of Sith agent."

The officer glances at his friend, swallowing as he tightens his grip on his blaster.

"This is your last warning," he orders Layla tersely, "Put the weapon down now."

Layla sends Stro'to a cold glare before sighing.

"I really was hoping to avoid any unpleasantness," she says regretfully before reaching out with a sudden movement to send the officer soaring into the wall behind to land heavily on the floor.

OOC: Layla Secura rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Initiative.
TSF Officers rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Initiatives.
Layla Secura used Force Strike on TSF Officer (DC15 Reflex Save).
TSF Officer rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Reflex Save.
Layla Secura dealt 2 points of wound damage to TSF Officer.

As the officer groans and attempts to groggily pick himself up, his partner raises her own blaster, speaking into her comlink as she does so.

"We have a code delta at Module 46 east entrance," she says quickly, "I have an officer down and subject is armed with a lightsaber. Immediate backup requested. Repeat code delta!"

As she speaks she fires a hasty shot at Layla, who easily deflects it as she advances.

"Erm," Stro'to says, inching back further, sending the Republic officers a supportive (and indeed effusive) look. "All the best with that. Truly, the streets are safe only through the efforts of law enforcement officers such as yourselves."

With this, Stro'to shamelessly bolts.
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