Log:Clan Kora: Just Checking Your Books

Clan Kora: Just Checking Your Books

OOC Date: July 29, 2021
Location: Space - Mid Rim - Border of Wild Space
Participants: Sumi Kora, Hahtavi, Avery Ihala Kora, Valeska Jaivon Zelo Parrai, and Hadrix Kora as GM Clan Kora Mandalorian

Deep space on the borders of Wild Space in the Mid rim, a stop-over hub floats in the void like a small duranium asteroid. Small being relative - as the fixture is easily the size of a inter-planetary shuttle with droid operated docking arms and restock hoses. Two of those were locked to the hull of the Stockade Class cruiser called Compact. A dungeon ship that had been en route towards the Freestanding Subsectors.

Woor'Tra had been laying in wait for hours, all systems down except for occasional burst to refill the emergency life support and when the Compact was moored to the stop-over hub it was a mad rush to clamp to the forward port hull, a breeching lock half the size of the massive cargo bay door pressed to duranium for maglocks and cutting charges secure it with a THUD that shakes the entire blockade runner before the grind of clamps swinging into place.

<<"Airlock in place, we need to move fast. Very fast. Follow HUD markers, we may need to shoot our way into the computer bank holds, get interfaced, drain the archive banks; those are priority. We can't stop for cargo and we can't lag or we'll be overwhelmed. Hatch is opening!">> a hiss of atmosphere from the breech-lock even as Hadrix appears in the docking bay, <<"We're on relative gravity, jump through feet first. Could be bumpy.">>

The hatchway slamming open to allow those in the Woor'tra to look down. Grim shades of black and gray with indirect lighting to wash away shadows to hide in. But where one wall would be, normally, it's a mirror polished black floor and the other the basalt gray ceiling with its recessed lighting strips, lending to a disorienting visual into a corridor that otherwise runs fore to aft of the dungeon ship, heading towards a passage turning inward.

Avery had been quietly reading his projected bracer interface during the down time while they waited, the screen displaying his latest lesson in Mando'a. The Slicer quietly mouthed the words to himself, practicing to get the pronunciation as perfect as possible. Every so often the dark green eyed man would look up at whomever passed nearby, a smile or a nod given where appropriate, and returned to his studies... that is until the Woor'tra took off like a shot in the mad rush to get attached to their target.

With work time at hand, the silver and blue Mandalorian deactivated the display, snagging his helmet to secure it over his head, and began to quickly check his weaponry and systems. HUD coming online, UCI intact and ready, interface secure but operational, and plenty of ammo in the E-11, just the thing needed to get to their objective.

While the airlock was secured and the briefing given, Avery nodded along to the objectives. <"Blast, grab, and go.... got it."> He claimed, stepping to the opening when the hatch opened wide to admit the team. It took a second for him to orient himself to the direction of the ship, poking his Y-visored helm through the gap to check if the coast was clear. Once satisfied, he slipped inside, pressing himself against a nearby while while calibrating his HUD for the trail and awaiting the rest of the team to assemble.

Wild Space... Near enough to someplace Zelo Parrai has never been. Unfamiliar ground. Unfamiliar operation. The sniper doesn't know where he fits into this one, but that doesn't matter - he has backs to watch. On the move, running and gunning, it's everything that he was trained not to do. Behind the molded H-visor of a custom helmet, steel basket in the back to hold his Nautolan tendrils safe, Zelo looks to the guns in his hand. The longest of the three is already on his back, and now the debate is between the one he trusts most and the one with some situational advantage. For now... Tried and true. The E-11 remains while the newer blaster is reslung behind him.

<"Copy, Al'verde."> Orders are simple enough, and when Hadrix says jump, Zelo doesn't hesitate. The Mandalorian in the gleaming blue Beskar follows Avery, jumping through and rolling to the side, up and ready in a covering position as the team gets moving.

Sumi landed below, taking a slightly crouched look as her cape settled behind her. Unhooking her stun baton and extending it at the press of a button, it shot forward with a WHIP-CRACK sound. The end of the baton shifted, the serrated edges locking out before she spun the weapon in place to generate the blue bolts of electricity that hummed, heralding violence.

Her other hand drew up her GLIE-44 service pistol, thumb deactivating the safety which initiated a high-pitched whine noise, a sound indicative of a highly volatile after-market mod that increased the potent damage of the bolts it discharged.

Yep, boarding actions can be so much fun! Without checking, the gravity could be anything or entirely absent on the other ship, or oriented completely differently from your directional. So Hahtavi's grateful his Al'verde remembered to check that detail, <<"Copy that.">> Drive fast, grab the intel, don't get distracted or their asses will be toast. Got it. The transition from one ship to the other might be rough but they'll adjust shortly after boots hit the foriegn deck.

Hahtavi's kitted out as usual, his Galaar modified rifle in his gloved hands, ready to go as soon as the passage opens and Hadrix says GO. Down the tube and through the locks, a jump through into the other ship's graivity. His boots hit the deck with a loud thump and Hahtavi's moving. Seeking targets, he moves up to cover his clanmates as they pour off of the Woor'Tra. Markes on their HUD show them the way they need to be heading so while he doesn't know the layout of the ship, data is scrolling and showing him the way.

Valeska is the picture of combat readiness. Or at least she was at the beginning. But several hours in and she's started to zone out with boredom. What were thoughts of the mission and the task at hand slowly turned into the sort of idle static that fills the void when one is trying to stay awake. She's not yet cut out for the ambush missions just yet, it would seem.

When action is suddenly a-go, she jerks in her seat; snorting as if jostled from nodding off. <"Got it!"> Whether she heard the /entire/ thing is questionable, but her response is automatic regardless. Her DL is ready to go and she is one of the last to jump out; deciding to bring up the rear and watch their backs as they head inside.

<<"All on board, get it started.">> Hadrix's voice rumbling and the ship begins to hum and shake slightly before Pheegus's translator collar cuts in, <<"Copy, firing thrusters.">>

Hadrix was the last aboard, next to Valeska, back-stepping off on the 'ceiling' side of the hatch in order to twist and land with a flex of his knees before he joins with the others in the formation begin their rush through gray halls with no markings and reflective black flooring, making it feel as though they were running on a mirror.

The halls aren't good for blocking acoustics and the whirr-whine of blasters prepping is caught soon enough that as the Koras round the corner its to be greeting by ranked fire, four kneeling and four standing to create a wall of plasma blasts led by a singular figure with a single black shoulder pad.

First Order Stormtroopers.

It's a First Order Craft.

And away they went, the Mandalorians moving steadily through the corridor they just arrived in, checking corners, doorways, everywhere as they followed the lit markers on their HUD. Just before they pass around a corner, the low sound of armor shifting and rifles revving is heard. A peek around the wall confirms it... Stormtroopers.

The grin on Avery's face lasted for half a second before the Mandalorians moved for cover, wedging in where possible before red blasts streamed down the hallway from the rifles of their foe. Avery opted to duck low in the middle of the corridor and return fire, targetting the one that struck Hahtavi in the leg with his attack. Dark laughter erupts from beneath Avery's silver helmet as the Sergeant flips backward with a sizeable hole missing from his own armor, the lifeless body crumpling to the floor. That elation is carried on as another bolt finds one of the others in the gleaming white get-ups, them too collapsing backward as the searing plasma ends their life.

The laughter from the Slicer devolves into a chuckle, there's just something supremely satisfying in taking out the First Order.

Zelo's head cants to one side as he listens, black pool eyes scanning his HUD as everyone emerges from the airlock and into position. The sound of charging plasma is nearly impossible to miss, and all the Mandalorians' weapons had already been prepared. <<"Ambush?">> Zelo didn't need to say much, he wasn't sure how to proceed in this close-packed corridor. No room to maneuver, nothing to use for hiding. Seeing the others making for cover, Zelo darts across the hall, marking a firing squad of eight troopers and one clearly in the command as bolts begin to fire. One passes just behind the tendril-basket of his helmst and Zelo plants in cover on the far side of the hall.

Leaning out, he snaps off a quick shot, but it wasn't really aimed and it missed by enough that the scorch mark wouldn't even frighten the target. The second shot, however, takes the trooer in the neck, thwapping the standing figure backwards to lay out, life gone before his body was still. Zelo ducks back, waiting for the E-11 to cool for further shots. They're definitely in it now. He looks around... Is someone laughing?

Sumi shows no hesitation in jumping into the fray. She rounds the corner and holds out the hungry baton like it's got a mind of its own. Stepping into the action, Sumi twists with a flutter of her cape, smashing a stormtrooper into the bulkhead with the sheer gravitational force of a freight-mag-train. Their plasteel armor shatters, front and back where she hit them initially upon the front, and they hit the wall and floor.

Her second hit came in close relation to the first, angling the trooper up above in a physics defying stunt that disrupted the ceiling before they landed flat and unmoving upon the ground, face down. Her third victim grew wise, evolving their tactics by stutter stepping back from her and out of the reach of her melee weapon, thus prompting Sumi to raise her blaster pistol in an awkward moment that should have left the retreating trooper wide eyed and shaking. Sumi's helmet tipped down slightly, indicative of an old-school soldier using her sights to align a shot. Meanwhile, all manner of violence was happening around her with shots that missed and sparked, scuffing up the ground and bulkheads alike.

Black mirrored floors, dark grey ceiling, what kind of ship is this?! And then suddenly, as they start moving inward, there are ranks of Stormtroopers already lining up and ready for them! Hahtavi just barely gets to cover at a corner in the corridor but he slips on the extra shiny black floor! The leg that almost goes out from under him catches a blaster bolt! There's a brief grunt over his coms followed by, <<"Shab, not again!">>

Hahtavi starts shooting first while his brain clicks away - first shot misses but the second nails one and throws white plastoid armor back to slide on the decking.

<<"Osik! Did we just land on a First Order ship?!">> That wasn't what he was expecting. Blaster bolts rip back and forth down the hallway, hitting walls, hitting troopers and taking them down. Haht's leg burns and hurts but he leans against the wall and keeps firing.

Mandalore proved a nasty surprise that nearly killed her, so to say she's taking extra precaution is a bit of an understatement. Turning away from their forward path, Valeska is literally watching their back down the corridor. How she missed the approaching armour is beyond her, but she manages to duck behind the corner in time before the bolts really start flying.

Hahtavi takes a hit near her and, predictably, the anger swells. Valeska wings around the corner to find the idiot who just signed his death warrant, but it appears Avery already cashed it in. So she settles for the nearest white armoured target that strikes her fancy. And she strikes that fancy two out of three times. Dead.

Return fire is swift and brutal, leaving only a pair in the wake of the Mandalorian advance. One of those remaining trying to return fire on the big man pounding down the corridor towards him, though Hadrix's shots go wide. The other, left staring at Sumi follows hard-wired instructions and attempts to open fire on the Kora leader, blaster bolts charring bulkhead behind her.

<<"Pheegus, Al'Verde, Compact holding position">> <<"Boost the power.">> <<"Sir.">> <<"Just do it, watch hull integrity.">> <<"Copy.">>

The hallway opening up and running deeper charges into the depths of the craft; corridor lights now flashing to brilliant ruby that bathes everything blood red.

<<"Yes, it's a collection ship. Keep moving, we're not going to have much time before the rest of the marine garrison is mobilized.">>

Is it any wonder that he and Avery seem to know their way around this place so soon?

<"Yeah we did... isn't it great!?"> Avery calls back before he starts moving down the hallway, ready to engage the remainder of their opposition. A quick and decisive firefight had left only two troopers remaining, both almost visibly shaking after the Mandalorians deconstructed their ambush. Raising his carbine, Avery finished off one of the pair before his second shot went wide, adding another scorch mark to the wall behind the sole First Order soldier.

Grumbles come from the silver Doomseeker armor when he lowers his E-11, peering at the lone opposition through the darkened visor with narrowed eyes. After a moment, he glances back at Hahtavi and appraises the wound on his leg, an eyebrow cresting beneath his bucket. <"You alright?"> The wound didn't look bad but, sometimes it's hard to tell.

Zelo listens to the combat working through the stormtroopers and - thankfully - doing very little to the crew he came with. The exception being Hahtavi, who took a shot in the leg. First thing is first, the charge on his E-11 is ready and he leans out again, following a duo of shots from Avery. While one bolt went wide from the other Mandalorian, Zelo follows up, striking center mass and smashing a hole in the plastoid armor and the trooper beneath it. That's the end of the first squad. The Nautolan rises and rolls out from his cover on the far side of the hall, looking to Hahtavi as the man's leg is being tended to. <"It could be worse. I'm sure that will patch up alright."> Having taken more than a few hits in the leg, Zelo's speaking with some knowledge.

As the wounds are tended, the pilot looks to his E-11, and looks to the corridor. This... This is a much tighter space than he had expected. He'd half thought of a cargo bay. Time for a change. He lowers the E-11 and slings it into place behind him, shifting to pull up the DP-23 Shotgun blaster, readying the weapon as he switches the safety off. A whine deep within begins to charge. This is the right time. Probably.

<"Continue to your mission, I will cause a disturbance for as long as I can manage. Let me know when it is time to exfil."> Sumi issues before stepping off into another corridor. The target she had intended to harm previously was taken from her by her companions, leaving her to lower the weapon she held to a less aggressive position. Leaving the group behind, Sumi walked with a sense of underlying urgency to seek out conflict rather than fight defensively. This was both intended to give her team time to do what they needed, and allow them some respite to recover from the last engagement.

When Sumi rounds the corner, her plan goes out the window as she immediately takes a hit to the arm that /knocks/ her backward a few steps and forces her to release the pistol she held, sending it spiraling noisily across the deck behind her. With no time to recover it, Sumi moves into the fray damaging her foes with devastating accuracy and force from the stun baton. The brief conclusion of her flurry leaves one foe for her, and she corrects her stance to focus solely on him. He didn't have to see through the reflective visor of hers to know she was smiling.

As the last of the stormtroopers are taken down for the moment, Hahtavi prepares to move as fast as his leg will let him but it won't be pretty, unless there's time for him to see to it with his medpack. The others start reloading and then Hadrix is right there, kneeling down to work on his wound, <"I'll be all right, ner vode. Vor'e, Hadrix."> The second part directed to Hadrix. It relieves his concern somewhat as to whether he'll be able to keep up on the fast paced mission.

In moments Haht slaps Hadrix's paldron and gets his shebs moving. There's a limp but Hahtavi doesn't let it slow him down too much, thanks to the painkillers and bacta.

They don't get far though before there's more interference jumping out and trying to nail Sumi but as he was lagging behind, Hahtavi's not close enough to engage.

'Isn't it great?!'

<"I suppose I can't fault him for being excited,"> comments the crimson Mandalorian as she takes this moment of respite to reload her DL. There had been at least two good rounds left to it, but better to do it now than later. She hangs back a little as Hadrix sees to Hahtavi and Sumi runs off to... somewhere. Wherever it is, it's not likely to end well for whoever she meets there.

Valeska snaps the powercell in place just as Hadrix finishes his field healing. Still opting to take of the rear, she follows along with the rest of the group because even with the HUD, she couldn't navigate this place nearly as quickly as the pair of former Stormtroopers.

There's another throaty rumble and the moan of metal straining before the deck of the prison ship feels like it is on an incline, momentary disorientation before inertial dampeners and the gravity systems compensate. <<"Pheegus, Al'Verde, we have ten degrees and persisting, expect some shake, Greeza is struggling with their counter-thrust.">>

Sumi's path diverting her from the main directive, it also seems to pose a distraction for the ship forces. <<"Sumi's running a screen, keep on mission. Almost there.">> The path laid out on HUDs moving in a turn opposite of the one the Alor'Kora claimed and heading directly towards a reinforced blast door on the end of a tactically long hallway. Most likely intended to become a killzone, if the enactors hadn't been waylaid.

<<"Tech or Det, get the door open.">> Hadrix rumbles, as he turns backwards and lifts off the ground, hovering down the hallway on a controlled burst of thrust, facing rear.

In the corridor with Sumi, that pincer force makes its appearance, another eight troopers reinforcing the one left standing and among that number a trooper with a matched pair of silvered shoulder pads

There are a few things tops on Avery's list of enjoyable experiences, putting down the First Order is firmly among them. Regardless, the crooked grin directed at Valeksa is hidden by his helmet before he delivers a couple of nods to the others; one in thanks to Zelo for downing the last Trooper the second to Hahtavi for his response. As the clatter of white armor on the black reflective floor ends, Avery acknowledges Sumi and proceeds to the mission objective. Though there is the sound of blaster fire that erupts from another hallway, he trusts her to handle the affair and continues to follow the markers towards the computer banks that contain the information they seek.

He feels like he hadn't had his V-8 today when the ship starts to list, the silver and blue Mandalorian walking at an angle down the elongated hall as the group nears the reinforced blast door. <"Got it, give me a second to try and pop this door before we blow it up. If I fail, let's wire this sucker."> Avery remarks as he kneels down next to the control panel and pops the cover from just below the visible controls. Out comes the snaked line to be plugged into the hidden jack prompting the system HUD to flare in his bucket. Fingers fly over the keyboard on his wrist and, after a comparatively short time, the hiss of hydraulics announces the unlocking and subsequent opening of the doors...

...to reveal a number of Stormtroopers within, the lot of them standing behind a number of computer terminals stationed around this round room like the spokes on a wheel. It appears the main systems are at the center of the ring with secondary systems splayed out around the room. As they raise their weapons, the shock they certainly feel at seeing a group of Mandalorians in the doorway hidden by the white and black helmets that obscure their faces. <"Oop! Knock knock!"> Avery announces, yanking the wire free from the wall and raising his E-11 to prepare for attack.

Zelo watches the Alor peel off but sticks with the group - following orders. There's not much to do but keep eyes peeled, read the HUD and watch Avery's back as the slicer has a conversation with the door's security protocols. It's not the longest conversation, but it's enough to put Zelo's feet to shifting as the adrenaline seeks an output. When the door finally opens, the Nautolan in the gleaming blue beskar is actually GLAD to see Stormtroopers.

The blast of the shotgun rings out, but the trigger had been pulled early thanks to jumpy nerves. <"Kriff."> The ricochet of plasma bolts fills the air after the electric howl of discharge, and not a single trooper is hit. <<"Company,">> he manages on comms as he dives toward anything passing for cover. Or just into the room. He just needs to move.

The soldier in front of Sumi is dispatched as casually as one with a disregard for sentient life can manage. Not only are they sent from her path, but they collide with the bulkhead to Sumi's right and clatter helplessly and uselessly to the deck, opening the path to the newly minted squad of stormtroopers led by a fresh-faced Lieutenant.

Sumi engages the officer first to sow some discomfort among the ranks, then transitions to another trooper when their Lieutenant is sent to the ground in a heap of plasteel and meat. She chuckles when her stun baton finds purchase on a seemingly younger trooper, sending them sliding down the corridor unable to rise again, for now. Sumi moves into the gaggle of bodies, engaging all of them.

Sumi orders them to keep on mission, that's what Hahtavi does. He stays with the others and slips up to put his back along a wall in the long corridor to cover while Avery works on the door. His T-visored helmet turns briefly to make sure Valeska is doing fine, then Hahtavi stands quietly listening. Probably hoping Sumi will indeed be all right. They won't be close by to help her out shortly.

Ugh, the ship lists from the force being exerted on it and Hahtavi sets his maglocks in his boots for a moment to help brace himself, one gloved hand against the bulkhead for a moment. Thankfully by the time Avery gets that door open, the floor's leveling back out.

Hahtavi releases his maglocks and starts forward. As soon as they start going in, Hahtavi right behind Zelo, he starts firing away with the Galaar. Stormtroopers are moving fast, dodging for cover and firing and so Haht's shots miss their marks. Bolts flying this way and that in rapid succession.

How is the angle of the ship changing in space? Is the gravity generators getting messed up? Does she just not know where she is? Confused, Valeska follows the group per orders. When they come across the doors and 'tech or det' are the only two options, there is little she can do there so the merc keeps an eye on their backs while Avery plies his trade.

It comes as little surprise that he gets the door open. Of course he does. What waits beyond is a room full of baddies. Of course there is. Valeska fires off three shots rapid-fire, but from the cheapseats, only one manages to hit; giving that guy (or gal) an annoyance but not anything further.

There's fire all over now, echoing down multiple halls. Absolute pandemonium and alerts forcing helmet audial systems to dampen to allow anyone to speak to one another, let alone think. Sparks flying, white plastoid armor flashing as the forces move per their tactical situation.

There's another lurch in the floor, a heavy rattling shake like an auto-wash off balance, <<"Pheegus, Al'Verde, Sixty five degrees.">> Pheegus's translator collar again, somehow sounding jovial. <<"Preparing to stabilize.">>

<<"Copy.">> A rocket dart surging out and slamming into the far wall with a pair of blaster bolts slamming into the trooper Val had injured and then the one behind, twisting her body and forcing an infuriated growl from the armored figure before the blaster bolts from her own F-11 join the ruckus being kicked up. A pair lifting their hands to the sides of their helmets while they fire, heads bobbing as they shout into their comms.

Troopers begin trying to circle Sumi, putting their firing lines between one another as they attempt to circle her, doing their best to operate independently with the sudden loss of their commanding officer and the distinct threat being levied against them by the singular form.

<"Get behind her! GET BEHIND HER!">

Hadrix's voice joining the storm of sound all around, <<"Avery, we need that data fast. If you slice I'll cover, or you cover Gripper, your call.">> the black ID10 disengaging from the big man's back, poised to rush an access socket.

The crew moves in to attack and there is another outbreak of plasma bolts, the wall nearby being scored with their misses. Sadly not all return fire from the First Order missed, Hahtavi taking another in the leg and Valeska catching a bolt as well. Though again the damage to the Mandalorians is relatively minor, his heart thumps loudly in his chest and he lifts his carbine to return fire. Avery's finger is closing on the trigger when Hadrix's command sounds in his helmet. He looks from the droid to the computer banks and, reluctantly, releases the trigger and slings the weapon, diving toward the cover of one of the terminals before responding. <<"I got this, give me some cover!">>

Along with putting down the First Order, avenging attacks on those he cares about is at the top of the charts. However, fulfilling their mission and retrieving the data takes priority. He grimaces as he withdraws the UCI line again, jamming it into the terminal's input before the slicing begins anew and he begins navigating the system's software.

The Troopers inside had definitely not been taken by surprise, and Zelo is scrambling to keep out of the line of blaster fire. One shot passes close enough that it must have been meant for him, but far enough away that the Nautolan's heartbeats don't jump any higher than they already were. Ducking beneath an electronics cabinet, the Nautolan looks to Avery, charging forward to secure the information as he calls for cover.

<<"You got it.">> Zelo rises from cover, charging back in that direction as he fires the Blastech shotgun. The shot takes down the trooper Hadrix had injured and the one behind her with the fury of eight scattering plasma bolts to centers of mass, dropping the enemy's count down by an even pair. The Nautolan drops to a knee, skidding to some cover a little closer to the rest of the Mandalorian squad as he waits for the dreadful whine of his shotgun to tell him it's ready again.

Sumi took a blast to the chest that plinked off and scuffed the ceiling. Annoyed by the accuracy, Sumi made the one responsible pay with a sudden thrust of her stun weapon that sent them backward, feet moved from beneath them to slide face down away from the conflict. Sumi didn't know this, but the trooper would live despite the PAIN and SUFFERING she inflicted upon his companions! Two more troopers join the pile, each bouncing off the bulkhead and clattering across the decking.

Sumi's weapon is brought back up, crackling loudly with energy and casting an eerie blue glow over her remaining foes. They had a choice to run or fight, and for once, Sumi held the defensive for the moment, shoulders heaving like she was out of breath.

Osik! He's barely stepped in, missed both his starting shots and then gets hit in his /other/ leg! Hahtavi just can't win today! Seems he's doomed to catch bolts the last few missions, over and over again. The bolt staggers him back and almost takes the leg out from under him, especially on this damned slippery floor. There's a few brief curse words in Mando'a no one can hear inside of his helmet as Hahtavi struggles to use a terminal for what cover it might provide.

<<"Covering, vod. Do your thing!">> That to Avery. Teeth gritting against pain, Hahtavi just keeps firing away, unaware yet that Valeska is also hit.

It's certainly a risk in these all out firefights at close quarters but /somebody/ is gett'n tired of being shot!

It's a veritable laser light show now with bolts flying everywhere. Bouncing off of bulkheads and smothering into terminals. It takes a moment for Valeska to even realize she has been hit, but that burning sensation in her thigh that makes her left leg buckle is unmistakable. <"Kriff..."> is grunted throgh the modulator of her helmet.

Yet in all the madness, Valeska finally comes into focus. Mostly. Hearing the orders and pushing back the pain, she lurches into motion without speaking. Action is answer enough!

She's on Avery's heels, taking shots at anyone she can in an attempt to force them back into cover. It's merely seredipitous that she hit one of them as the aim is more to keep them pinned down so that /others/ can hit them. <"I got you."> is said over her shoulder as Avery works; her back to him and eyes scanning the area. A volley is coming and she had to keep them off of their slicer. However that may come.

Data flows past Avery's displays. The archive data Hadrix had insisted on, jump records, and more. Much more. Some of it even including Operator Number assignments during induction. A list of people who've been stripped of who they might have been and issued a future as slaves.

The remaining trio with Sumi make a desperation play as they start to fall back, trying to make for narrower corridors to limit her movement, attempting to box her in where they can force their fire on her and keep her from sweeping through them as she has. <<"CPT-3317 - Command! They're ripping us apart!">>

The ship lurches again as whatever the Ithroian and the Twi'lek are doing forces the Compact's inertia and gravity systems to compensate. Undoubtedly the bridge crew contest it, but whatever is happening; the over powered engines of the Mandalorian Blockade Runner is working harder, rumblings in the superstructure the calling card of the forced movements.

More rocket darts streak across the short gap, one planting in the stomach of a trooper before blowing them backwards like the punch of a wampa, sailing past their compatriot who receives the second dart to the eyelet of their helmet. Kicking backwards in a boneless heap after landing on the back of their head with a crunch.

Only two remain, firing wildly at the duo giving Avery cover as the data finishes loading into his systems, bloating his storage to the point of risking data corruption.

<<"Thank you!">> Avery calls to those that respond, a light tap of gratitude on Valeska's back for literally covering with tanking the shots that may have come his direction. His eyes are wide with the information that streams into his databanks, the warning light burning hard red that denotes a near full capacity. As he ceases the transfer, certain that he received all the important data and a bit more, Avery quietly makes a note to acquire a bigger storage unit so this won't happen again. Twice now he's been pushed to the brink with a transfer, this need not happen again.

Regardless, job complete, Avery yanks the input from the terminal and calls, <<"Data acquired, withdrawing!">> before he allows the line to slither back into his gauntlet and he stands to move from the room, E-11 pointed back at the remaining troopers in case either of them live past the next three seconds.

Zelo feels the ship shifting, thrum of engines fighting outside forces sending minute rolls through the deck as panels shift to compensate. Avery's extracted himself from the console, but there are a pair of remaining troopers before the Mandalorians can safely make their own extraction. Or, at least the start of one. A nearly inaudible click is the signal that the shotgun is ready to fire and Zelo leans out from his crouch, taking a knee to shoot at the nearest of the guards. Over a half dozen plasma bolts lance through the air, and more than half find their mark in the stormtrooper, drawing their service to a close with a hiss and concussive imparting of energetic force. As the plastoid figure flies back, Zelo rises, moving to follow and cover Avery as the DP-23 charges up again. <<"Moving to cover our withdrawal.">>

Shot again, the bolt angles off her chest and causes Sumi to stumble, negating much of the damage she intended to one soldier. He didn't die, but he'd remember they fought. The other two are not so lucky. Sumi ends them in quick succession, pivoting after the final swing and concluding clatter of his body. She pivots in place, rustling her cape softly as she backtracks and collects the GLIE-44 from the ground, holstering it against her side before emerging back into the main corridor and in view of her clan to join them in the extract. Her weapon crackles hungrily at her side, blue energy flashing off its serrated edges.

Maybe his focus is off? What's up with him that he can't hit anything and keeps getting shot? Hahtavi's ire burns as much as his leg does. He can tend to his own wound in moment and doesn't require Hadrix to medic for him, but first they got to keep Avery covered and deal with these Stormtroopers!

And deal with them they do. Zelo's shotgun does a very fine job of blowing one fellow away, then Hahtavi manages to bring the last one down with Valeska finishing him off.

Quick rasping breathes as he lowers the Galaar, <<"I'm bloody hit again, shab!">> And turning his head, he's watching Valeska, <<"Did you get hit?">> He thinks she did.

Hahtavi's pulling out his medkit to see what he can do about his leg while Hadrix will probably look to Valeska. Or maybe not, because suddenly he's Al'verde is there to patch his leg up again, <<"We gotta stop meeting like this, ori'vod.">> So instead, Haht takes a moment to check his rifle's charge and reloads a fresh cell.

The ship lurches again and the sounds of battle elsewhere is also dying off. <"Good idea. Let's get out of here, yeah?"> Letting Avery pass by first, Valeska follows behind. Still unsure of what information they were even aiming for, she cannot help but hope they got it as the group race back the way they came, hopping over the bodies they left behind like a trail of breadcrumbs.

Hahtavi's question is answered with a quick, <"Don't worry about it, let's go!"> Was she hit? Oh, indeedy. Has she had worse? Also yes. Is she stopping right now? No. No no no. They catch up with Sumi along the way and Valeska claps the Alor's shoulder as she quickly limps past. <"Good smoke after this one, yeah?"> Pity Valeska can't see the carnage left behind in /that/ room.

<<"Copy, Avery.">> Hadrix moves towards the hatch, peering down the killzone corridor, <<"Al'Verde, Alor. Package acquired, exfil.">> even as he says it, his left hand is moving to tap out keys on his right gauntlet while a blink command updates to show the path back to the ship.

<<"Pheegus, Al'Verde. We're positioned.">> <<"Crash webbing in place.">> Greeza adds on the heels of Pheegus's comment. The computer center eerily quiet in the wake of the final trooper to be downed, the sound of an ejecting stripper clip hitting the floor with a stuttered ringing clang. Moving in Zelo's wake, Hadrix pops a pair of hypos from his med-pouch, tossing them to Hahtavi and Valeska in turn,

<"Left side of your neck. Now."> rumbled as he lifts his free hand to to twirl in a tight spiral before pointing down the corridor, nodding to Zelo as he stacks up on the opposite side of the hatch. <"Zelo with me, rearguard. Hahtavi, Val'ika, vanguard Avery."> already working on transit paths.

The ship has stopped shaking though. That's a relief. The alarms are still screaming and there are likely more troopers inbound now that the confusion is dying down.

<"I like that plan."> Avery comments to Valeska as he passes by her, the quiet left in the Mandalorians' wake seeming a bit more imposing than the blaster fire that had echoed in the halls moments before. The five make their way out and, with orders given, Avery nods an affirmative and moves to ignite his pack. Jetpack on, the Slicer streams up the hallway to the top, banking around the corner to meet up with Sumi at her hallway of death. He shouldn't be surprised at the destruction she caused but hidden blinks still register behind the darkened Y-visor. Avery gives her a nod and continues along the highlighted path, moving swiftly toward their exfil point, E-11 at the ready in case they encounter any more resistance.

<"Copy, Al'verde."> Rearguard. It suits him well so he can keep an eye on everyone he's covering. The sound of a rocket igniting jostles his reflexes though and the Nautolan tries to ignite his pack while backing down the corridor at a steady pace. While his HUD informs him of Avery's rapid ground-covering behind him, Zelo fumbles on the ignition and his pack refueses to light. Again. One of these days, he really will have to practice with the new-fangled thing. How Karys and the rest seemed to make it look so easy, he'll likely never know. <<"I think I had a misfire,">> says Zelo over the comm channel, beginning to double-time his backpedal to try to keep up with the rapidly-dwindling group.

<"Kriff,"> he adds to himself. This is not where he wants to be left to fend for himself. All he can do is continue the retreat and hold the shotgun ready.

Sumi takes to jiggy-jogging back to their point of escape, and though they cannot hear it, this smoker of forty-plus years is wheezing and freckled with sweat! The only time they might notice she's out of breath is when they get back to their point of origin, and un-ass this area of operation. Valeska's enthusiasm for a smoke hits harder than Sumi might have liked. Just as she wheezed, the thought of smoking after all this replaced the notion that Sumi might actually quit. Thanks, Val.

The nearly spent ammo cell is ejected from the modified Galaar and left to clatter to the floor. Hahtavi slaps in a fresh cell and closes it back up - just in time to catch the hypo! His rifle is dropped to hang by the tacitcal rig so he can pull his helmet enough to break the seal and without hesitation, he stabs the hypo into the left side of his neck. Ugh, nobody likes those things but it's done and dropped to the floor as well. Helmet seal closed, gloved hands back to his rifle, Hahtavi heads out to follow up Avery who leads the exfil as ordered. <<"On it.">> Drugs and bacta cocktails are real helpful to slap down the pain of burns quickly. Even so, he limps but keeps moving, only to see Avery punch his jetpack and zzzzzooomm! Oh kriff yes! Good idea!

Hardly an inhaled breath later, Hahtavi's jetpack kicks off and he's close behind. A quick look back to see if everyone else is keeping up.

Run run run. Get back to the ship and maybe then Hadrix will tell her what the hell this was all for. Somehow, a hypo ends up in her hand and Hadrix's orders make her bristle. Stab herself in the neck with a needle? While running on a First Order ship. <"/What?/"> It almost sounds offended at the idea. Couldn't it wait, like, thirty more seconds?!

Valeska is so close to refusing that order -- to her detriment, surely -- but then she recalls the night at the Meltdown where she watched Hadrix pin a man to the table and try to stab him with a needle for a bleeding ear. And that was the night they had met, to boot.

After a slight hesitation and on the heels of a growl, Valeska jabs herself wth the hypo then throws it down onto the corridor as she engages her jetpack and follows the others. Keeping close to Avery and Hahtavi; making sure she's ready to block any attempts at slowing the slicer down.

Even as Zelo has trouble, Hadrix sweeps in to hook one massive arm around the nautolan to heft him like a child's toy. <<"Ner hukaat'kama, vod.">> I've got your back, brother. Said as Hadrix works his jets to compensate for the weight, even rounding a corner by running along the wall and kicking off again when thumbing the thrusters to maximum power.

<<"All units, disengage jets on my mark, Sumi - JUMP">> The jetting troops and running Alor meeting up in the original hallway, hurtling towards the entryway and the exit. Growing closer and closer while the Compact continued to groan and fight against the craft locked to its hull.

<<"3.">> Stormtroopers began hurtling from a far end of the corridor, blasters spraying crimson plasma darts all around the fleeing group.

<<"2">> The cargo crash nets are definitely hanging... up? Disorienting.

<<"MARK!">> Hadrix's jets cut and he heaves Zelo to the breech-lock, giving the vertigo inducing sensation of flying to one side before FALLING downwards and being stopped by the flexible material. A sensation for all, as they pass the threshold. Blaster bolts singing past, some melting a small patch of the flex-cable; but not enough to break it. It's only when all six are through that the breeching airlock snaps shut and then the cargo bay-doors.

<<"Relative gravity.">> Greeza can be heard laughing on comms from where she is mag-locked to the floor that is currently the ceiling, having closed the hatches behind the infiltration team. The ship lurches and grav-systems begin to slowly come back online in the cargo bay, normalizing gravity bit by bit.

<<"Making the jump to lightspeed">> Pheegus now, his translator managing to convey 'smug'.

Hahtavi was jetting down the corridors as fast as they dared to push without bouncing off of the bulkheads, floor, ceiling, or each other. Follow the leader! Then on Hadrix's 'MARK!' he cut his jetpack just as they began to barrel through the lock and back into their own ship.

BAM! Right into the cargo nets hanging ... upside down. Gravity suddenly flipped and finding himself webbed and tangled with his legs akimbo, Haht's suddenly trying not to barf in his helmet. Because yeah, that'd be really nasty.

A few seconds spent hanging there, letting is stomach orient to the new down. <<"Last couple of ops haven't been the most fun ever, for me. Was it good for you?">> Clearly, Hahtavi needs more sex in his life.

A few moments struggling and the cargo nets release him to drop to the deck with a THUMP. So graceful. But hey, mission accomplished!